Their Famous Dominant
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Her eyes widened and her cupid’s-bow lips parted as she stared back at me in utter horror.
I reached for the table and pulled it closer, bringing us almost face-to-face. Clarissa’s eyes didn’t move from my face.
“From here on out,” I stated, keeping my tone soft, gentle, “I want you to answer with your gut reaction. Not what you’ve been trained to say. When I ask you a question, I expect you to think it over, then tell me in your own words how you feel. I don’t want you to tell me how I feel. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you want me to touch you, pet?” I repeated.
“Yes, Master.”
“Why?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes flashing with heat. “Because I want to feel your hands on me.”
“Better.” I placed my palms on her thighs, slowly gliding them up and down. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? To get my hands on you?”
“No, Master. I don’t.”
“Years. And that kiss…” I still remembered that damn midnight kiss and how the woman had blown my mind. “Do you remember that night?”
“Yes, Master. I do.”
“I’ve thought about it every day since,” I admitted, needing her to know this wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision for me. “Do you know what would please me?”
“No, Master.”
“It would please me to make you come.” I kept my eyes locked on hers. “With my mouth.”
Clarissa swallowed hard and I could see the desire in her eyes.
“Do you trust me, Clarissa?” That was the most important question.
“Yes, Master. I trust you.”
“Why?”
Again, she looked puzzled. I waited, wanting to hear her reasons.
Her eyes never left mine when she spoke. “Because I’ve known you for a long time. Because I’ve seen the way you interact with your submissives.”
“Not my submissives,” I corrected. “I have never had a submissive of my own. You and Troy are the only two I’ve ever wanted for myself.”
That seemed to surprise her, but she recovered quickly. “My apologies, Master. I’ve seen the way you interact with club submissives. And the people I know trust you, so I trust you.”
I wasn’t fond of her answer. I wanted her to trust me because she knew me well enough to. That would come in time, which meant Clarissa was going to be a test of my patience.
“Stand up.”
She stood.
I moved her clothes to the floor, repositioned the rectangular coffee table the opposite direction, then patted the top again.
Clarissa sat in the same position.
“Spread your legs wide,” I instructed. “Let me see the pretty pussy that now belongs to me.”
Her breath hitched, but her knees widened ever so slowly. Her eyes remained locked on my face and I held her stare.
“Breathe, pet.”
She took an audible breath and then smiled.
“Lie back,” I ordered. “Put your arms above your head.”
While she did that, I positioned her feet so that her heels were on the very edge of the wooden top, her knees wide, pussy splayed open so prettily. As I gazed at the dark curls covering her mound, I decided I wanted to see her bare. Smooth and hairless down there. It gave me an idea, but that would have to wait until later.
“In the future, I’ll take great pleasure in tying you down. But for now, I merely intend to taste.” I ran my palms over her thighs as I knelt on the floor at the end of the table. Knowing it would leave her feeling vulnerable, I continued to stare, admiring her breasts, her belly, the glistening folds of her pussy. She was wet, eager.
That fucking pleased me.
Knowing Clarissa wanted me as much as I wanted her did it for me in ways I hadn’t expected. In ways I couldn’t explain.
So many ways.
Troy
AS I SAT IN MY bedroom at Master’s house with the iPad in front of me, I continued to skim the Internet for information on BDSM. Mostly articles, some blogs, even a few videos.
It wasn’t that I was a complete idiot when it came to the subject. No, I wasn’t versed on the terminology, and I’d never personally experienced any of it. Not until today. But there was no denying I was interested to find out what the appeal was and more importantly what my own desires and limits were.
Clarissa had admitted she enjoyed impact play, so I had done a little research. I didn’t think that was my thing; however, I did find the idea of being tied up rather intriguing. It was something I could likely get behind, sure.
I also researched masochists to understand what the appeal was there. A few minutes in, I knew that wasn’t for me. I wondered how Brax and Case had come to enjoy that sort of thing. The humiliation, the pain, it seemed a little extreme. Then again, most fetishes would seem that way to anyone who wasn’t into that particular one.
To each his own.
Admittedly, my inner submissive had been piqued as soon as I’d seen the inside of Devotion. The club had been closed down, all the lights off, but there was something about the place, a vibe, I guess you could say. And while it hadn’t seemed as extreme as what I’d anticipated, it was alluring in ways I didn’t understand yet. It made me wonder what Dichotomy was like, what the differences really were.
I could lie and say I was only interested because Master was my employer and I felt it necessary to be up to speed so that I could do my job more effectively, but even I knew that was a waste of breath. I could probably work for Master for the next twenty years not knowing a thing about the lifestyle and I’d do fine. Had I opted to turn down his offer, I knew he would’ve thought nothing of it.
In reality, this had nothing to do with the job. I didn’t feel like his employee when he was demanding my submission.
Still, the question of why he was including me now continued to plague me. I’d been with him for three years, worked alongside him day and night, spending countless hours in his presence. Not once had I felt as though he was interested in me as a man, as a partner, as a … submissive.
Perhaps that was the most mind-boggling of all. Why now? Why did he desire to have me call him Master, to see him as my Dominant, to kneel at his feet, to submit? Not too long ago I didn’t even know what hard and soft limits were. Now, I had started filling out a list at his request, and I was confident in my answers. Most of them, anyway.
I was certainly more captivated now than I had been when he’d tested me in his office. I had started to wonder why I did what I did. Why I thought about it so often. Why I was eager to let him dominate me in every possible way.
Master lived and breathed this stuff and I wanted to understand what made a man of his caliber crave something so many people frowned upon. Being in the public eye, he was often ridiculed for his choices, but it was obvious he didn’t give a shit what the public thought.
I liked that about him.
I’d gotten a few tips from Clarissa. Mostly from simply watching her. The way she carried herself so gracefully had intrigued me as much as Master’s dominance. I was eager to see where this went, to find out what was in store for the three of us.
Part of me wished I’d gone with them to Clarissa’s house. When the alarm system had chimed, sending a signal to my watch to let me know someone was leaving the garage, I’d felt their absence. I’d checked out the cams on my phone, watching as Master’s black Silverado pulled out of the driveway, the gates closing behind him. I knew he was taking her home, would likely spend the rest of the night in her bed.
Selfishly, I wished they had stayed here. It wasn’t jealousy that had me wanting that, merely some inner desire to spend more time with them.
As I continued to peruse the Internet for useful information, a familiar site came up. I smiled to myself and clicked the link to take me to the popular porn site.
“What’s going to sate your urges tonight?” I questioned myself. “Hmm.”
The categories were unlimited. Ga
y, lesbian, masturbation, orgy, double penetration. Plus so many more.
For whatever reason, I chose bisexual as the category and found myself watching a scene with two men and one woman. While it was evidently staged, I could imagine how they were enjoying themselves, exploring one another and their deepest, darkest desires.
As I thought about what Master was doing with Clarissa, I placed the iPad on the cushion beside me and leaned back, watching the scene on the screen play out before me. Was this what was taking place? Only without the second guy? Was Clarissa naked while Master indulged? What were they doing right now? Was he ordering her to kneel on the floor before him? Was he opening his pants, feeding her his cock?
Shit.
My dick swelled painfully, and I reached down into my shorts, palming the damn thing, trying to relieve some of the ache. I couldn’t help but think about earlier, the way Master had informed me tonight was the last night I had permission to jack off.
Initially, it had bothered me. I mean, who really had control over that? I could stroke myself whenever I pleased and no one would be the wiser.
However, those concerns had only lasted a couple of seconds because I knew deep down that I would follow Master’s instructions. I would not jack off without his permission and I would think about it endlessly, wondering when he would allow it, or even when he would demand I do it in front of him.
Ah, hell. I stroked my cock roughly.
I’d never had a relationship with anyone who wanted to dominate me. Most of my relationships were mutually beneficial. Nothing kinky. The more I thought about Master’s command, the more I came to enjoy the idea of it. Knowing he was going to control my pleasure, to only allow me to come when he chose … it was a heady feeling.
But, oh, how I’d wished he would’ve demanded I take his cock in my mouth, to give in to him. He could’ve done it on the plane. I would’ve eagerly opened my mouth and sucked him deep, allowed him to fuck my face, to take what he needed from me. Or maybe he could’ve ordered me to eat Clarissa’s pussy. To feast on her while she writhed and moaned, her hands linking in my hair as she held me to her. All while Master watched.
“Fuck,” I hissed as I shoved my shorts down.
The cool air hit my balls and I shivered, although it certainly wasn’t cold in the house. Still, I stroked my cock, closing my eyes and imagining Master and Clarissa together. I wished I could be there, even if Master simply wanted me to sit and watch. I would. Definitely.
I wouldn’t mind seeing those two beautiful people touching one another. Was Master the type who liked to restrain his submissive? Was that his thing? Did he want to tie her down and use his mouth to pleasure her?
“Ah, damn,” I moaned, squeezing my cock to stave off my orgasm.
I found it immensely pleasurable to think of the two of them together, to fantasize about me and Clarissa focusing all our attention on Master. The two of us pleasuring him.
I knew it was a fantasy, something that might not ever come to fruition because I couldn’t read Master’s mind, didn’t know what it was he was seeking from me. As of now, nothing sexual had happened between us. Not so much as a kiss.
But my cock didn’t seem to realize that. It throbbed as I stroked harder, faster.
My mind conjured up an image of me and Master on his private jet. He ordered me to my knees, then forced his cock into my mouth, holding my head while he fucked my face, his fingers tightly tangled in my hair. Clarissa was there, kneeling behind me, her soft, smooth hands roaming over my naked body.
I came hard, my cock spurting all over my T-shirt. My breaths sawed in and out of my lungs and I forced my eyes open.
There was no plane.
There was no Clarissa.
There was no Master.
I hated how much that disappointed me.
FOURTEEN
Clarissa
MY ENTIRE BODY HUMMED WITH arousal. Laid out like this … having Trent’s warm hands on my skin … it was more than I’d anticipated, more than I’d ever thought I would have, in fact.
When we were on his plane, I’d managed to relax a little. During the scene, I was living in the moment, succumbing to Trent’s domination. I’d go so far as to say I’d felt whole for the first time in a long time.
Having Troy there with us, knowing he could look at any time had kept my mind focused on something other than the way Trent easily played my body. He made me come with nipple clamps and his thumb on my clit. It had been easy to let go, but only because I was distracted.
But I’d known what that was. No different from what was taking place now. Trent was determining our compatibility by exerting his dominance, and I couldn’t deny that I was drawn to him. Neither of us was forcing the attraction, it simply was.
Even the kisses we’d shared had proven there was a definite lure. And I had loved kissing him. Kissing was one of those deciding factors in a relationship. If your partner was sloppy or unskilled, it could make or break a heated moment. Trent was certainly skilled in that department and I briefly wondered what it would be like to kiss this man forever.
I could feel his eyes on me and my natural instinct to cover myself was great, but I managed to keep my hands above my head. I was completely aware of every inch of my exposed skin, the way my nipples tightened, goose bumps popping up over my arms, the slight quiver in my belly. Oddly enough, I didn’t focus on my flaws. I was desperate to please him, only I wasn’t sure how I would do that. This was the hard part for me, blocking out my own desires to offer the response my Dom was looking for.
From the sound of his voice earlier, I’d done the opposite. He’d all but admitted his displeasure with my answers, which left me feeling more vulnerable than being splayed naked before him. Somewhere deep down, I knew every Dom was different, but they all wanted the same thing. Obedience.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Trent mumbled, his fingers trailing over my outer labia. “It’ll be even prettier when it’s waxed. Smooth … bare… You’ll be hyperaware of every touch.”
A heated blush infused my skin from my neck to my ears. Admittedly, I’d ignored some of the more rigorous personal grooming. While I kept the hair down there neatly trimmed, I hadn’t shaved or been waxed in a while. I hadn’t seen the point considering I’d been abstaining from intimate sessions such as this one.
A chill raced through me as Trent massaged me gently with his fingers. I knew I was growing wetter by the second. And that was from his gaze alone.
Trent’s head lowered, and I felt his warm breath caress my sensitive flesh. He teased me for the longest time, not touching me with his lips. My body trembled with anticipation as the need grew. When his lips finally brushed over my mound, I inhaled deeply, and my hips involuntarily bucked, trying to bring him closer.
Trent chuckled softly. “You do not have permission to move, sunshine.”
“Yes, Master.”
I willed my body to remain still, but it wasn’t easy.
“When was the last time you had sex?”
“It’s been … a while. Master.”
His head lifted. “I want a more definitive answer. How long’s a while?”
Too long, I wanted to say. But I kept that to myself. “I don’t know exactly.”
“How long since you’ve had sex?” he repeated.
I sighed. I wasn’t sure why this was important.
“Answer me,” he insisted.
“The last time I had sex was … a little more than two years ago.” I didn’t explain that I hadn’t wanted another man who wasn’t Trent and while I had tried to submerse myself into something that might bring me some peace, I had never found it, so I had stopped altogether.
“Have you pleasured yourself?”
Now that was easy to answer. “Yes, Master.”
“How?”
“I … um … I have a vibrator I use.”
“Very good.” His finger grazed my clit and I inhaled sharply. “You do not have permission to come until I say so.”
It had never failed me before. In fact, it had become relatively easy. For one, I rarely had a man who could get me to the breaking point. As soon as my brain registered that instruction, I would tune out, find a safe place that would allow me to do as he requested.
“Do you understand, pet?”
“Yes, Master.”
His thick finger pushed inside, and my nerve endings lit up like a lightning storm. I tried to find that place in my mind, to separate from the experience. I blocked out the room, the sensations, focusing only on giving him what he requested.
“Squeeze my finger.”
My brain reengaged so I could follow his instruction. I tightened my inner muscles.
“Now release,” he insisted.
I relaxed, ready to block it all out again.
“Squeeze my finger again.”
It only took a moment to realize Trent wasn’t going to allow me to disconnect. He was keeping me firmly locked in the moment, every sensation heightened. If I remained in the moment, I wasn’t in control, couldn’t focus on the instruction.
“Don’t you leave me, pet,” he warned. “I want you here with me, acknowledging every single touch.”
His warm breath grazed my clit as he pushed his finger deeper, the tip brushing that sensitive spot within me. My body involuntarily tightened.
“Very nice. Tight and wet. I look forward to the day I slide my cock inside you.”
The way he said that made me believe that day would not be today. Disappointment flooded me.
His warm breath caressed my flesh again, followed by the smooth brush of his tongue. I clasped my hands together above my head, squeezing my fingers tightly as sensations inundated me. It was true, I hadn’t been with a man in a long time, and I wasn’t the type who spent much time self-pleasuring, which meant, if I wasn’t careful, I would race to the finish line quickly. But only because this was Trent and he was the first man I’d had this sort of physical reaction to.