Cinderella And Prince Dom

by Sydney St. Claire

  “How about stop?” She sucked in a breath when the whip trailed across one breast, then the other.

  He shook his head. “No. In role-play, the words no and stop don’t necessarily mean no or stop. Pick a word you’ll remember, a word that is not common in normal conversation. Like rose garden or buttercup.”

  “Godmother.” The word blurted out as the whip stroked her breasts. She drew in a deep breath. His gaze held hers as the leather tassels danced down her belly, and even under her skirt, traveling up her thighs. She gasped when the tip brushed her sex.

  His lips curved with amusement. He returned the whip back to her buttons. “Open your dress, Cinderella.”

  Fingers shaking, she undid the first button. The whip guided her to the next.

  “What do I call you?” She remembered that real names were not revealed. She kept her eyes on his, wishing he would take off his mask yet finding it incredibly arousing not to know what he truly looked like.

  “Sir.”

  She blinked, her fingers stilling. “Excuse me?”

  A tap of the whip on her fingers had them resuming their task. “Or Master. That is what you will call me.”

  She barely bit back a snort. “Not a chance.” She undid the last button and looked him squarely in the eyes, or at least what she could see of his eyes. “Sir. Or Prince.”

  The whip parted her top, exposing the white scrap of lace that covered her breasts. With slow, careful movements, her prince, using the tip of the whip, had her bodice sliding down her arms. “Let it fall,” he commanded.

  The dress slid off and pooled at her feet, leaving her wearing only the bra.

  “Remove it.”

  Jaimie unhooked the front clasp, and once again, using the whip, her Dom removed her last garment. She held her breath as he explored her body with the whip, caressing her with the leather. When he walked behind her, the tassels brushed against her ass as he trailed the tip up and down the curve of her spine.

  “Breathe.”

  She tried, but her body was so tense, waiting, wondering if he’d use the whip on her. Damn, she shouldn’t have told him no whips.

  “Bend over. Hands to your ankles.”

  Godmother. She could speak her safeword and keep him from using the whip on her. But he hadn’t hurt her. Yet. He’d promised that if she gave him control, she’d know pleasure. Gulping air into her burning lungs, she slowly bent over and grasped her ankles. And waited.

  She closed her eyes when the whip crossed her ass, then moaned as he skimmed it up through the crack then back down, sliding across her wet slit, playing her like a violinist putting bow to strings. She moaned as he touched her clit and danced the tassels down along her back and ass.

  “Stand up.” He moved in front of her, holding the whip in his hand.

  Jaimie stood and stared at his hands as they stroked the rod.

  “What did you just learn?”

  Confused, Jaimie frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “I just taught you a valuable lesson. What was it?”

  The haze of desire faded. “You didn’t hurt me?”

  “What else?”

  “What you were doing felt good.”

  He nodded and held out the whip. “This is a tool. Nothing more, nothing less.” He tossed it aside and tipped her chin up with one finger. “The lesson was about trust. Do you trust me with your body?”

  Considering what he’d said and what he’d done, she nodded slowly.

  “Say it.”

  “I trust you.” She reached out to touch him, but he stepped back.

  “I trust you, Sir.”

  Swallowing a sigh of frustration, she repeated, “I trust you, Sir.”

  “You will address me as Sir. Now, next rule. You do not touch me unless I give you permission. You may now remove your mask. If we leave the cottage, masks must be worn. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jaimie removed her mask and waited for him to do so as well, but he didn’t. He stepped back to the mirror and pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him.

  “Kneel.”

  Remembering how Lucy had knelt before her wolf, Jaimie realized Lucy was into this kind of role-play. She planned to have a talk with her friend, but she walked toward her prince and dropped onto her knees. He stepped behind her.

  She nearly gasped when she saw herself naked. Her breasts were full, flushed with desire, her nipples hard, rosy peaks. Her gaze dipped to her damp, blonde curls. The throbbing between her legs grew stronger. Embarrassed to her see herself like this, her gaze traveled up the mirror to her prince. She found it strangely erotic that he was fully clothed while she was naked as the day she was born.

  “Hands behind your back and head down. You will not look at me until I say. Is that clear?”

  She grimaced. “Fine.” A sharp tug to her hair had her adding, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Better. Spread your legs apart.” She felt his hands on her shoulders, pulling them back. He walked back in front of her, blocking her view.

  Jaimie stared at the thick carpet, then his shoes and the leather of his pants. She judged that his cock would be about eye level. God, she wanted to raise her eyes and see his impressive bulge. Hell, she wanted to yank that zipper down, free him, and take him into her mouth.

  “What do you want, my sweet sub?”

  “I want your, um, cock.” It felt strangely exhilarating to talk dirty. Remembering the rules, she added, “Sir.”

  “Where do you want it?” He stepped close enough that his groin brushed her head.

  “Inside me, Sir.”

  “Be specific.”

  “In my mouth and in my…” She’d never talked dirty before, but to say she wanted him inside her vagina didn’t sound sexy.

  “Say it.”

  “In my pussy, Sir.”

  “That’s a good girl. Good girls get rewarded. You may lift your head.”

  Jaimie looked up and groaned as the tip of her nose scraped the leather covering his cock, which gave a little jump at the contact. All she had to do was stick out her tongue to touch him. It was tempting. Very tempting.

  “Bad girls get spanked. Remember what I said about touching.” His voice was a low growl.

  “You’re a mind reader?” God, she wanted to lick him and feel his cock pulse behind his tight leathers, maybe even enough to endure a spanking.

  Before she could decide, he walked behind her and knelt. “Is your pussy wet for me?” He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck.

  “Yes, yes, Sir. It’s very wet.” Staring at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t remember ever being this on fire, this wet, or this ready for any man. The sight of herself kneeling, breasts thrust out, knees spread, and her sex wide open shocked her but not as much as the half crazed look in her eyes.

  “Let’s see if you’re telling the truth.” He slid his hand over the curve of her ass and slowly inched his way to the entrance to her pussy. Two fingers slipped inside her.

  Jaimie cried out, her body jerking, hips thrusting back onto his fingers. He pulled out.

  “I fear I neglected a couple more rules.” His gaze held hers in the mirror. “No noise. You will not speak or cry out. You will be silent. And you will remain still. Your body is mine to play with. You will not seek me. Is this clear? Nod if you agree.”

  Wanting him to touch her, she nodded.

  “Good.” Once again, he slid his fingers inside her and smiled so sexily she felt her juices flow. “Ah, you were telling the truth. You are wet and hot for me.” His other hand reached around and cupped her from the front.

  “Do you want me to touch your clit?”

  Jaimie nodded. Her eyes closed as his fingers stroked in and out, feeding the flames of desire. When he pressed against her throbbing clit, she had to bite back a moan, but her hips twitched before she could stop herself. God, don’t stop, she begged silently, praying that he hadn’t noticed. But of course, he had.

  He stopped all play, and a sharp smack t
o her ass made her cry out. Her eyes flew open, and she covered her mouth with her hand.

  He shook his head. “Tsk-tsk. You were warned. You have now moved twice and cried out. Bad girls get punished. What is your punishment? You may answer.”

  “A spanking?” Earlier, the thought of being spanked had repelled her. In her mind, it was abuse. But now, with her body on fire and the promise of the best sex of her life on the horizon, it didn’t seem so bad.

  “You will receive four smacks. One for each transgression, plus one. If you cry out, you will earn another. Is this clear?”

  Eyes wide, Jaimie wasn’t sure if she was supposed to agree verbally or just nod. She opted for the safer of the two and nodded.

  “On your hands and knees.” He positioned himself at her side.

  Jaimie assumed the position, felt his hands roam her back to her ass. She closed her eyes and waited, but he kept caressing her. Finally, he entered her with two fingers and began fingerfucking her. She had to fight to keep from rocking back onto his fingers. Without warning, his other hand came down hard on her right cheek.

  She barely managed to swallow her cry of both pain and pleasure. His finger slid out and up, parting her wet folds then pressing against her clit. She gasped silently and bit her lower lip when he circled her aching nub. The second whack to her ass shocked her as she’d forgotten about the spanking. It hurt, but she didn’t cry out.

  A third followed, unexpected because the other two had been spaced out. Her cheeks felt on fire, and that fire spread to her throbbing clit. She wanted to beg him to circle his finger harder and faster. She wanted to come, needed him to bring her to peak. Now.

  “One more.” He removed both hands, shifted until he was once again behind her, his knees between hers, forcing them apart. He cupped her ass in his big hands. “You have a nice ass. All pretty and pink. I could spank it all day.” He gripped her hips and pressed his cock against her, rubbing the buttery-soft leather of his pants against her sore buttocks.

  Jaimie bit down harder, tasting her own blood as she struggled not to move or cry out. She wanted his cock buried deep inside her, needed him to take her to the edge and make her scream. She yearned for what no man had ever given her.

  “One more,” he reminded her. “Maybe I’ll save it for later. Maybe I won’t.” He stroked her ass with his hands. “Watch.”

  The deep voiced command had Jaimie opening her eyes and watching him in the mirror. He was stroking his crotch. She wanted to protest but kept silent though she almost groaned when he unbuttoned his pants and slowly drew down the zipper. His beautiful, magnificent cock sprang free. She nearly whimpered.

  “Did you say something?”

  She shook her head, her gaze on the swollen head, purple with blood and lust. A drop of pre-cum gathered then dripped onto the base of her spine.

  “What a shame. Turn and face the bed but keep your eyes on the mirror.”

  Staring at the huge bed, Jaimie shifted her body so she could see herself sideways in the mirror and him poised at her rear, his hands on her hips. “Lower your arms and head. I want this pretty ass in the air.” He nudged her shoulders down.

  The sight of her ass in the air was strangely erotic. She’d never seen this person, hadn’t known she existed except in her dreams. With one hand, he rubbed the head of his cock along the top of her crack, then down over her tight hole. He stopped and, from a hidden pocket, drew out a small square foil.

  Slowly, his gaze holding hers, he rolled the condom down his shaft, then repeated his strokes, stopping at the entrance to her weeping pussy. He raised a hand high, and she braced herself.

  In one smooth movement, he thrust his huge, cock inside and brought his palm down onto her ass. The mixture of pain and lust was more than she could bear, but before she could come to terms with the odd sensation, he was pulling almost out, and then plunging deep inside, filling her completely. His hands on either side of her hips kept her from moving.

  “So tight. And wet with your juices. I could make you come right now.” He stilled his hips and reached to touch her clit. “You want to come, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jaimie shook her head. Her hips wanted to rock and roll to the rhythm of his clever fingers. Deep in her core, embers of need burst into full flame and raced outward as desire built and built. Her breathing quickened, and she had to hold her breath to keep from squeezing her legs.

  “Not until I say,” her prince whispered

  Shaking, desperate, Jaimie saw him pull out, saw his shiny shaft, soaked with her pussy juice and saw him enter slowly. Again and again, each entry faster and harder, each exit agonizingly slow. She bit back her moan, heard what sounded like a low, primitive growl in her throat.

  Above her, her prince groaned. “You’re a good sub. A good Dom always rewards his sub. Get up on your hands, and you can now move your hips, but do not make a sound. I’m going to come. You will ready yourself, and when I say, you will scream for me and come.”

  With that, he began pumping his hips hard and fast, whipping her body into a frenzy of need. She thrust her hips back, taking all of him. When he tipped her hips and angled his cock, finding that sweet spot inside her, she almost flew apart. His fingers on her clit pressed harder and circled faster.

  Each breath was a gasp as incredible waves of sensation assaulted her body. It was almost too much. She focused on him, on the look of anguish on his face as he thrust in and out of her pussy. She was going to come. He was driving her up, up, up.

  She heard the catch in his breath and wanted to weep with joy.

  “Now!” His body stiffened.

  She tightened her muscles, holding him inside, squeezing him, squeezing her clit as a scream of release tore from her throat. His fingers continued to circle her clit faster and harder, making her orgasm a violent explosion instead of sweet surrender. Her orgasm burst over her in waves that drowned her as his finger continued to coax her swollen nub to its full height and then made it jerk with each thrust of her hips into his hand.

  Body spent, she collapsed onto the carpet, her heart pounding in her chest and her lungs bursting with need for air. “Oh, my god,” she whispered, uncaring whether or not she was allowed to talk. If spankings got her a fuck this good, she just might have to be bad again. And again.

  Behind her, her Prince Charming wrapped his arms around her. “You’re not going to sleep, are you?”

  “I think you fucked the life out of me.” She felt weak as a newborn baby.

  He nuzzled her ear and nipped her ear lobe. “That, my dear Cinderella, was just the warm up. We aren’t done.” Quick as a fox, he was up, shedding his princely costume.

  Jaimie rolled onto her back to watch. “I need a nap to recharge.” She stared at his massive chest, noting the smooth, bronzed skin, the tiny dark disks of his nipples that were hard beads, and the line of black hair on his belly that arrowed down into a mat of curls surrounding his glistening cock. Her prince was one prime male specimen.

  He knelt between her legs and pushed them up and out. “Ready for round two?”

  ****

  Bryce was completely captivated by Jaimie. His assistant had been right when she’d told him Jaimie was both as vanilla as they came and frustrated sexually. Though he had his own agenda, he vowed to educate her and pleasure her. Jaimie would not be left wanting. At the end of the weekend, she might have reason to hate him, but she’d also have plenty of reasons to thank him.

  Her breasts heaved with every breath, enticing and tempting him to abandon his next plan of attack, but to give in and play with those luscious globes meant slowing down. He planned to send Jaimie back over the peak to reward her for giving control of her body to him. He stared down at her gleaming, pink pussy.

  “I’m going to lick your pussy and suck on your clit, my sweet, innocent Cinderella. You can be as noisy as you like. In fact, I want to hear how much you like what I am going to do to you. You’re going to beg for me to allow you to come, but you may not co
me until I tell you. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Jaimie’s voice was still breathless. He smiled, lowered his head between her legs, and inhaled her aroused scent. His fingers spread her apart. “So beautiful,” he murmured, staring at her moist, pink flesh and the tiny heart of her sexual pleasure. His thumb dipped inside. Her hips jerked. He drew out her sweet juices and spread them up through her swollen folds and over her clit. Another jerk.

  Using his tongue, he retraced the path of his thumb. A quick dip in, then slow licks up and a teasing flick to her clit. Over and over, he stroked and flicked. Jaimie was taking him at his word. Her moans and gasps were the sweetest music to his ears, and the shudders he felt beneath his hands told him that she was on fire.

  Enough gentle teasing. He stuck his tongue deep inside her. Her hips left the floor, pushing her pussy fully into his face. She panted and gasped. Lifting his head, he stared at the tiny swollen nub then glanced at Jaimie’s face. Her eyes were closed, back arched, and fingers clutched the carpet.

  “Look at me!” As soon as she obeyed, he ran the pad of his thumb over her clit. “I’m going to suck your clit until you’re screaming and begging.”

  “Oh, god,” she groaned.

  The moment his lips closed over her, Jaimie cried out. Her hips jerked, and her clit swelled in his mouth as he sucked the hard bud. Bryce was hard as a rock. He wanted to rear up and shove his cock back into her hot pussy, but this wasn’t about him. This weekend was for Jaimie. Feeling her tensing as her orgasm grew near, he backed off, using his tongue to tease.

  “No! More, please, more. I want to come.”

  “Only when I say.” He slid two fingers deep inside, feeling the walls of her pussy contracting around him. He flicked her clit with his tongue, licked the pink flesh of her inner labia, then swirled his tongue around her nub without touching it. All the while, he fingerfucked her with deliberate slowness.

  Jaimie’s hips jerked and rotated, seeking her release.

  “Beg, Cinderella. Beg for your prince to let you come.”