Dominant Persuasions Anthology: 12 Tales of D/s, Where Mastery Meets Passion

by Anthology

  “I’d like to undress you, Sir. I don’t see why you should be the only one who gets to admire a partially naked body tonight.” Susan moved her arms behind her back, and entwined her fingers, forcing her breasts to jut forward.

  A low growl filled the room as Blake watched her with a slow hungry gaze that roved over her body.

  “Very well, undress me.” He extended his arms out wide, as if turning himself into an offering. “But know this, Sugar, by the time I’m naked I expect you to be on your knees before me with my cock in your mouth, understand?”

  “Yes Sir, I understand perfectly.” Susan moved forward slowly. Once in front of Blake she ran her hands up his chest, sliding them under his dinner suit jacket and up to his broad shoulders. Blake lowered his arms as she pushed the jacket off, letting it slip to the floor in a crumpled mess at his feet. She undid the bow tie at his neck, leaving it to hang loose under his collar.

  “I see you’re going to take your time about this.” He scrutinized her every move with increasing desire, his eyes burning black with lust.

  “I want to savor the experience before I arrive at the final destination.” The little black buttons on his shirt released easily, but she took her time making sure her fingers brushed his skin as each black circle came free. She pulled his shirt free of his trousers to release the seventh, and final, button and ran her nails back up his stomach then over his chest to his shoulders and stripped the shirt in a similar motion to the jacket. The shirt didn’t fall to the ground. The cufflinks at each wrist held it at waist height, trapping his hands within the sleeves.

  “Haven’t you forgotten something?” Blake moved his arms trying to free his hands from the shirt. He hissed in a breath as Susan ignored him and began to kiss and lick her way down his body, nipping at each hard nipple as she went. “Guess not.”

  She removed his belt then undid his trousers, dragging both his boxers and suit pants down to his ankles, leaving them to sit loosely around his feet. His erection jutted toward her begging for attention. She smiled cheekily, kissed the head, gave it a perfunctory lick and sat back to admire her handy work.

  “When I told you I was patient, I forgot to mention the limitations of that trait.” Blake’s deep voice had taken on a guttural tone. “I am not patient when it comes to subs teasing their Dominant during sex.”

  Susan laughed at the statement, knowing fully there would be repercussions for her later on. Being mindful of his statement about getting her ass to glow like the color of her outfit, she decided he may as well have a reason to punish her. After all, a little teasing was good for a Dom, or that was her view at least.

  “You told me that by the time you were completely naked I should be on my knees sucking you. You’re not completely naked, Sir.” The cheeky grin that accompanied her words elicited a harsh growl from Blake in response.

  Before Susan could shimmy away out of his reach, the shirt fell to the floor and Blake was holding her in place by a handful of hair. He quickly stepped out of the pants and moved forward until his erection touched against her lips.

  “Suck.” Her intended reply was stifled as his cock breached her lips the moment she went to speak. Blake tilted her head back and stared down at her as she took him deep into her mouth, pleasuring him with a firm suckling action that had him groaning within minutes.

  “That’s it, Sugar. That’s just the way I like it.” Both hands now fisted in her hair, sparking little tendrils of pain across her scalp.

  Susan moaned against his cock as the pleasure of pleasing him and bites of pain increased her excitement and the moisture between her legs. He took control, holding her head in place as he fucked her mouth. He stopped before coming, releasing her to retrieve a condom out of his trouser’s pocket and sheath his cock.

  Susan remained kneeling on the floor, staring up at him. He began to pace slowly around her in a wide circle.

  “What should I do with a naughty sub, who teases her Dom, tries to bind him in place and then forgets to say yes Sir when she’s given a command?” The question was redundant. The wry smile on his face as he stood before her told Susan he already knew what he was going to do.

  “I did try to speak, Sir, but something big and hard got lodged in my throat.” Susan replied cheekily.

  Her pussy clench with excitement. She was in trouble and even though she detected a hint of a wry smile in response to her last comment, Blake remained focused.

  “That’s no excuse. I told you I was impatient on this matter.” He picked up the belt from the floor and began pacing around her once again.

  A rush of moisture welled between her legs as he started to gently tap the belt against his thigh. As the tapping sound of leather on flesh became more intense, her breathing accelerated and nipples hardened until they were visible beneath the satin bra. He stood before her, slapping the folded over belt against his hand.

  “Getting horny, Sugar?” Blake ran the belt softly over her arms, gently flicked it across her budded nipples and brushed it against the naked skin of her ass. “Do you expect me to punish you for your naughty ways?”

  Hell yes, I’m ripe for the punishing, baby.

  Susan inhaled deeply, that might not be the best response. No anticipating his actions and no toping from the bottom. She remembered the rules.

  “If it pleases you, Sir.” Blake gently pushed her forward so she was on her hands and knees, as he continued to pace.

  He stopped behind her, letting the tip of the belt dangle down between her legs. He swayed the strap from side to side, tapping against her inner thigh. Susan parted her knees, opening her legs wider as per his silent instruction. The anticipation of what he would do heightening her arousal.

  “Your little G-string appears to be damp” Blake placed his hand between her legs and rubbed his fingers firmly over the satin. “What do you think caused that, Sugar?”

  Susan moaned her reply as his fingers pressed the panties between her pussy lips and rubbed over her clit. “You, Sir, I think you caused that.”

  “Did I?” Blake eased the material to the side, pulling the thin section of material from between her cheeks and allowing the elastic to flick firmly against her butt. “You don’t need to be punished for being a naughty girl, Sugar, you’re wet enough to take me right now.”

  Blake slammed his cock into her, stretching and filling her in one forceful stroke. Susan cried out as he took her, the stretching pain and the slide over sensitive nerve endings causing a clash of pleasure and pain that thrilled her. She arched back toward him as he withdrew and swiftly entered her repeatedly. Blake fucked her hard and fast, pounding into her from behind. He slipped the belt around her hips, using it as a handle, drawing her closer, taking her deeper.

  Susan called out his name as she began to come, her pussy clenching and releasing around Blake’s hardness in a maelstrom of orgasmic release that flooded over her in waves. As he continued to take her hard, she lost sight of where one orgasm ended and the next one started. Blake let out a deep groan of pleasure, his cock pulsing within her accompanied by deep jerking movements as he finally came.

  He pulled her limp body back toward him, sitting her onto his lap, his cock still buried inside her as he knelt on the floor.

  “You are the most delightful sub and beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of holding in my arms.” The words were panted against her ear. “You’re mine, Sugar. I claim you as my own.”

  Susan’s heart skipped. Mine. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She wanted Blake to claim her, but that didn’t mean the word wasn’t terrifying.

  8

  Blake looked at the two items before him. A one carat diamond engagement ring and a fine leather choker style collar with diamond encrusted heart hanging from the front, and a small gold padlock clasp at the back to secure it in place. Blake had no doubt the ring would be accepted. His offer of a collar—now that could be a different story.

  He understood Susan may be reluctant to wear a collar. T
o take on the symbol of being his, claimed and owned. Wearing a collar was a sought after prize by many in the kink community, but unfortunately, not Susan. For Blake the collar equaled, if not surpassed, the wearing of a ring after marriage. It was a primal need he couldn’t effectively explain to her, or at least he didn’t seem to be able to make her understand or accept his desire to collar her. After six months of being together Blake decided it was time to force the issue and tonight was the night to do it.

  He placed the two boxes on the table at her seating position and waited for her to return from the restroom. When they returned to the house, Blake prayed she would be returning as both his fiancé and collared submissive.

  Susan stilled for a moment when she returned and then cautiously sat down at her seat.

  “You bought me two gifts? Blake, thank you, but you don’t have to buy me gifts. After all, you’ve already seduced me with your wicked ways.” Susan blushed as she stared at the two boxes before her.

  He loved that about her. She didn’t expect anything, except for him to be there for her, treat her well, and care for her. It was why he enjoyed buying presents and flowers for her.

  “They aren’t gifts, they’re promises.” Blake leaned forward and opened both boxes. “Susan Dean, I love you and am asking you to become my wife and collared submissive. To live with me as my partner and allow me to cherish you always.”

  Susan’s eyes flicked between both items and him. Her eyes glistened with moisture and she drew in a deep breath.

  “They’re both beautiful. I don’t know what to say. I want to say yes, but…oh god.” A tear escaped and trickled down her face. “You know how to terrify a girl.”

  “Commitment shouldn’t be terrifying, Susan. In fact, we’re already committed. These are just tangible symbols of that. Say yes.” Blake kept his tone low and even as he spoke. He realized her reluctance was due to the collar; he also knew he wouldn’t let her accept one without the other.

  “We’ve talked about the collar before. You know how devastated I was when I had to remove the last one, when I walked away from my last Dom. I don’t think I can do it again.”

  “I know how devastated you were when you removed your wedding ring as well. If I offered you the ring without the collar would you have said yes straight away?”

  Susan nodded, tears trickling down her face as she stared at him with desperation in her eyes.

  “Then say yes to the collar as well.” Blake reached across the table and took hold of her hand. “I will not be held accountable and punished any longer for the actions of another Dom. You are my submissive, the woman I love. Asking you to be collared to me is no different than asking you to marry me. I want you as my wife and my sub. You can’t pick and choose, Sugar. It’s all or nothing. I need you to wear the symbols of commitment that relate to both aspects of our life together.”

  Susan sat silently contemplating for what seemed like an eternity.

  “Yes. I’ll wear both, I accept both.” Susan wiped her tears away with the napkin and smiled across the table at him. “I love you and I’m terrified and I wish I’d put wearing a collar on the hard limit list when we first me.”

  Blake breathed a sigh of relief as he laughed at her acceptance statement. Her honesty and humor only two of the many things he adored about her.

  “No you don’t, you’ll love being collared to me. It gives you special privileges.” Blake appreciated the humor. His heart was nearly exploding from his chest by the time she said yes. Susan wasn’t the only one that was panicked during the discussion. Blake had never been more terrified in his life at the possibility of her rejection. “Now come here and sit on my lap.”

  Susan didn’t falter as she rounded the table and sat on his knees, despite some curious glances from onlookers at the restaurant. He reached over picked up the ring, slid it onto her finger and kissed her on the hand once it was in place. Next he collected the collar and waited for Susan to raise her hair from around her neck. He locked the collar in place and held up the small gold key for the padlock, handing it to Susan.

  “I thought you got to keep the key?”

  “I do, but I’d like you to place it where I’ll be keeping it.” Blake pointed to the white gold pendant he wore around his neck. The rectangular shaped box had the BDSM symbol engraved into its surface. “Open it.”

  Susan opened the locket style rectangle and let out a slight gasp of amazement.

  “I had no idea that opened. I thought it was just a regular pendant.” She placed the key inside and clipped it closed. “What if you lose the pendant, we won’t─”

  “I have spare keys tucked away safely at home, which is where I’m taking you now.” He kissed her seductively, knowing it would raise a few eyebrows from the other patrons in the restaurant, but he didn’t care. There was one more thing he wanted from Susan before the night was over and a passionate kiss was just the start of it.

  * * *

  Susan wiggled her hands against the cuffs attached to the St. Andrews cross. Her wrists and ankles were both secured to the cross, her body stretched upward with her hands fastened above and her feet spread wide, opening her legs for whatever Blake had in mind for her. When they’d arrived home Blake had stripped her in preparation for what he termed a very important lesson in relation to her submission to him. Now she stood bound and patiently waiting as he collected items from the wardrobe.

  “Are you comfortable, Sugar?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Extend your bottom out toward me.” Susan obliged only to feel a cold, slick substance land in the crease of her ass.

  Blake placed his hand between her butt cheeks and began to work the lubricant around and into the puckered entrance of her ass. Susan flinched as first one and then two fingers pierced the opening, working their way past the tight muscle to the depths inside.

  “Relax for me, Sugar.” He gently moved his fingers forward and back, stretching the muscle, opening it with a scissoring action.

  She tried to turn and see what Blake was doing once his fingers withdrew from her.

  “Eyes forward.” The command was accompanied by a sharp slap of his hand on her ass.

  Blake spread her cheeks once again with his fingers and she felt the pressure of a hard object press against the tight hole. She groaned at the burning stretch she experience as the butt plug slid inside, the muscle gripping around the item holding it firmly in place.

  “It occurred to me recently that although you submit beautifully to me, and you tell me you love me often, you’ve never really verbalized that you’re mine, that you belong to me. I wonder why that is?”

  “I don’t know, Sir.” Susan felt her heart rate increase, it technically wasn’t a lie.

  She didn’t know what was stopping her from releasing herself completely to Blake. She wanted to and assumed that in time it would be happening.

  “Yes you do.” Blake ran the fronds of the flogger across her back. The smell of the leather sparked her senses. “It’s because you’re holding that last part of yourself back from me.”

  The flogger thudded against her shoulder blade, stings of pain trickled across her back as the individual strips of leather parted from her skin, only to return as Blake landed the strands on the other side of her back. Three lashes to each blade had Susan moaning in delight. Tension eased from the muscles in her upper back with each heavy thud, and her pussy clenched at the sharp sting accompanying it. Blake ran his hand over her warm flesh as if inspecting his handiwork.

  “It also occurred to me that I’m yet to claim one part of you. I’m wondering if the two might be related.” He commented as if thinking out loud.

  The thud and sting of the flogger resumed, her body flaring with arousal, the pleasure and pain combination releasing endorphins that slowly encouraged her to relax. She felt the warmth now, her flesh heated from the impact of the leather on her skin. He gradually increased the strength of each blow, Susan cried out as each powerful impact pushed her
closer her limit. Her pussy clenched with each pound against her flesh and she could feel the cool moisture of her arousal making its way onto her inner thighs.

  Susan was in bliss. Her inability to move by being bound to the cross, the pain of the flogger, the plug in her butt that stimulated nerve endings with even the tiniest movement of her body and clench of her cunt all drove her arousal higher. She wanted to come, needed to feel the release of an orgasm at her Dom’s hand. If Blake continued she would soon be in her euphoric subspace. Drifting in ecstasy from the endorphins ramping through her system.

  Blake came and stood beside her. “Look at me, Sugar.” He smiled when their eyes met. “Excellent, are you nice and relaxed now beautiful?”

  “Yes, thank you, Sir.” Blake never failed to have her wellbeing in mind. He knew when to push her and he also knew the perfect moment to stop.

  Blake’s hands were warm as he ran them over her back and down her spine. He carefully removed the butt plug. Susan sighed as the fullness left her, however it was quickly replaced with a different pressure as Blake forged his cock between her cheeks.

  “I’ve fucked every part of you except this tight little hole and now I’m making that mine too.” The head of his erection nudged inside her. “I claim your ass for my use only, Susan, once I take you here you will no longer hold any part of yourself back from me. Do you understand, Sugar? I want all of you.” He growled against her ear.

  “Yes, Sir, I understand.” Susan shrieked as he breached the tight ring and forged into her until he was seated deeply within.

  Susan panted, taking in shallow breaths as her ass burned with the invasion. She felt so full all she could do was hold perfectly still, until the burn eased and her body relaxed around him. She’d had anal sex before but not with someone as well-endowed as Blake.

  “It hurts.” She whimpered.