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

by Anthology

  “Meh!” Drew coughed, then muttered in her ear, “So getting you back…”

  “Alright there, Mack?”

  “Fine, Lou,” Drew said, his suddenly slightly soprano voice echoing throughout the stairwell.

  “Naughty Sassy Maxine rules!” Maxine pumped her fist, inadvertently striking Lou in the back.

  Two more months of this silly bliss, Lou thought, then perhaps they'll settle down after the wedding. It was wishful, but he knew quite unlikely, thinking. A couple of kids might force them to nest. But then he would have the little Macks to follow around. And with parents like these two…

  You're fucked, Lou thought to himself.

  “Sorry, Lou…” Maxine's little voice squeaked. “Bumped ya.”

  This stairwell was clearly going to be the greatest climb of Lou's life.

  Quite joyfully and comfortably, Maxine clomped up the stairs in the boots she'd worn earlier. There was just no way in hell that she was going to make it all the way up to the penthouse in those stilettos she'd discarded back in the Dungeon.

  However, it was Drew who stopped Maxine on the next landing, when he so stealthily wedged his hand inside the back of his own jacket that she wore. He slipped his middle finger inside of her with just a quick jiggle, then removed his hand just as easily.

  Maxine’s ability to remain silent, just as he’d trained her, impressed him greatly.

  “Well done, little one…” He held his fingers to her lips to clean.

  Licking and lapping, she found great pleasure in his praise. “I’ll raise you one nipple clamp…”

  Now their playful little war had taken a sinister turn, and they still had three long flights to go. Only child was she, Maxine couldn't resist playing the naughty girl with him.

  “One step…two step…three step…” She was stalling, allowing Lou to gain some ground. “Four…”

  Fingers nimble, she bunched up the back of Drew's coat and rebounded against his hard cock, riding him not so gently through his jeans. Much to her surprise, he didn't fight her. In fact, his hands gripped her hips, and his nails bit down into her tender skin as he pulled her closer.

  “So quiet we are this afternoon, Maxine,” he said, thoroughly enjoying their not-so-dry hump on the landing. “You've been so bad, but for this—you must be rewarded. Intensely rewarded…”

  Bouncing up the next few steps, two at a time, Maxine wondered out loud, “What are you planning?”

  His silence only made her tremble, shimmying her nipples against the silk lining of his coat. Oh, she wanted to know what the hell had crossed that deviously delicious mind of his.

  At last, when they'd reached the top of the stairs, Drew stepped in front of Maxine, essentially hiding her from the view of Lou.

  “Lou, thank you,” Drew said as he took the bags then stepped inside the foyer. “Now, go enjoy your…er…date…”

  “Yes, Sir,” Lou saluted. “See you on Tuesday. And yous two have a nice little holiday together…”

  As he closed the door, Drew said, “Maxine, go pee…”

  “Uh…go what?” she asked.

  “I said that you should go take a piss—now, Maxine,” he repeated. “You're going to be immobile for a bit. And put your hair up.”

  “Oh, we're playing again!” she clapped her hands together. “Yay! I love my Kind Sir!”

  “You’re gonna love me by the time this afternoon ends,” he muttered while Maxine made her way to the bathroom. Obsessive as ever, Drew just had to check on the kittens before they continued their play.

  Nothing appeared to be disrupted or broken upon initial inspection as he opened the bedroom door. Maybe a lampshade was slightly askew. However, as he looked beyond the slightly rumpled comforter, he smiled as he glimpsed the two gray kittens snuggled together right between two stacks of pillows.

  The sweetest sigh left Drew’s lips. Maxine was right—there was nothing more enchanting than watching two tiny cats so peaceful in slumber. They still had some time before the boy needed his eye drops. They needed names, too. However, he allowed himself to experience this moment. He’d always wanted a pet, and these two kittens left him thoroughly enraptured…

  …until he remembered what Lou told him about the closet.

  Disorder could easily drive Drew to the brink, and his closet was indeed his temple. Ties were also his weakness, and Drew had amassed quite a collection over the years.

  The artful display of his favorite accessory—in varying hues of nearly every color known to man—beheld the labors of curious little paws. Ties were strung and strewn about, covering the floor like some macramé acid trip. Those two little innocent kittens were certainly very hard at work while Daddy paddled Mommy in the Dungeon.

  “Little guy,” Drew said, as he turned to find their new additions yawing on the bed. Oh, he couldn’t resist and reached out his hand to rub the boy’s tiny chin. “Did you do all of this? Did your sister help you?”

  Look at the cute—not at the mess, Daddy Dearest, he told himself.

  It was at that moment that the little girl stretched out her tiny paws, then reached for his finger. While his heart skipped a beat, she looked up at him with not-so-innocent emerald eyes, the same color as Maxine’s, and Drew knew that yet another female had him wrapped around her little finger…or paw as the case might be.

  “Oh…just…ohhh!”

  He didn’t want to leave them just yet…but he had to. Daddy Dearest still had a few surprises left for Mommy before the big reveal. After checking to make sure that they had enough food and water, he stopped for one last look at those two deceiving furry innocents, then forged onward downstairs.

  Maxine still wasn’t there, and panic washed over him as he trudged down the hall to the half-bath. He knocked but didn’t bother to wait for her answer and opened the door to find a rather embarrassed Maxine with her ass to the mirror.

  “So pretty, Sir,” Maxine whispered as his hands smoothed over the polka dots.

  “Yes, you do look beautiful like that, little one,” he returned her grin in the mirror. “Do me a favor—stay put for just a bit longer. I need a few minutes out here. Okay?”

  “Whatever Kind Sir wants is my pleasure.”

  “Good girl!” he said and swatted her once more.

  * * *

  Just as she'd suspected, he'd managed to set up for their makeshift Valentine's Day date right in front of the fire. And Maxine could think of no other place she'd rather be that afternoon than snuggled up with Drew, as the snow continued to coat the city outside.

  Such a Boy Scout he could be, Drew made certain that everything was in place—the candles, the treats, a bottle of champagne and random First Aid supplies he’d plucked from their stash downstairs.

  As she stepped ever closer, Maxine raised a suspicious brow. She spotted the small fire extinguisher from the kitchen and the leather sheet taken from the playroom that he'd draped over the floor.

  “Fire extinguisher?” she asked, wondering if he was planning to make toast. Drew had notoriously almost set her kitchen on fire in the early days of their relationship. Breakfast foods were not his specialty.

  “Oh, there's always a chance for an inferno when you're around,” Drew teased her, easing his hand up inside his coat and running his fingers past her thigh and over her hip. “Come here. Warm up before you take that off.”

  There was something so strikingly sexy about Maxine when she wore his clothes. Perhaps it was the fact that her body was so close to the fabric he wore himself—or the fact that he knew that the next time that he put that jacket on, he would still smell the lingering scent of her lily perfume.

  Now, as she held on to his shoulders and lowered herself to cuddle with him, his hands found her ass—that ass that he so loved to spank until she couldn't stop coming—and gave a gentle squeeze to her sore flesh.

  Rocking her against him as her legs moved to circle his waist, he whispered, “You feeling alright?”

  “Always,” she touched
his lips. “You take good care of me, Kind Sir…”

  Drawing her finger into his mouth, he couldn't resist a nibble. “Well, I want you to know that I'm going to try very hard not to hurt you…”

  “Drew, what are you—”

  He silenced her soft inquisition with a kiss. “Something you've wanted me to try for a while now,” he said. “Something I didn't have the courage to do to you before…”

  That list of her needs and curiosities went on forever. There were still so many aspects of their lifestyle that they hadn't yet explored, but Drew promised her, in due time, that he would introduce her to all of her very own desires.

  In reality, her eating disorders continued to weigh upon his every thought when it came down to planning their scenes. His fear of hurting Maxine still lingered. Drew could still so vividly see the skeletal young woman with whom he’d first made love just a few months ago. He could still smell his own fear of touching her fragile body, terrified that one slight move could hurt her.

  Drew had taken it upon himself to help her—from scheduling her doctors’ appointments to going with her to each and every visit. While he knew there was no real cure for her eating disorders, he couldn’t withstand the thought of watching her wither away.

  Now, though, she’d nursed herself back to health, and she had a greater understanding of her limitations. He had to trust the one person in whom he had the least amount of faith—himself.

  “Candles?” Maxine whispered as she watched the flicker of flames from the creamy white pillars lining the fireplace hearth. “Are you suggesting what I think you're saying?”

  Often, when they weren't at play, Drew would comb her thoughts, always seeking to discover Maxine's most intimate fantasies. From those conversations, he evaluated her confidence, her needs, and her ever-evolving role in their sexual relationship. It was during those sobering moments without their usual passionate tension rising between them that he discerned how far he could push her and what limits she was prepared to test or to break.

  “Are you ready?” he returned. “You know I won’t touch you if there’s even a trace of doubt….”

  “I am.”

  Maxine watched as those long fingers worked their way down the front of his wool jacket and as he paused for a moment to kiss her between her bare breasts. They were scening yet again, but there was none of the usual frenzy in their mad rush toward gratification. This, too, was new to them both—engaging in their enjoyment of kink yet making tender love to each other at the same time. They had grown, once again, as a couple.

  “Maxine, listen to me…” he said after he'd undressed her. She was still sitting in his lap, but placid as she paid attention to his every word. “I want you to know exactly what's going on here before we start…”

  “I'm listening, Sir…”

  “These are low-temperature candles,” he said, holding up one of the lit pillars for her to see. He then dropped the wax on the inside of his wrist, as if checking the warmth from a baby's bottle. “I'm not going anywhere near your skin with the flame…but if the wax burns—even a little bit—you must let me know immediately. Likewise, if you’re cold, I need to know…”

  Her eyes followed his every move, and she wondered how she could get cold. “I promise you that I will let you know, Sir…”

  “I don’t want you feeling distressed for one second,” he continued. “This can be a very beautiful thing.”

  “I love you, Kind Sir,” she murmured, kissing him again and feeling just the slightest stir between her legs.

  “I love you, too, Maxine,” his eyes teased her while he brandished the black silk scarf to cover her eyes. “That's why we're doing this…”

  His moves were methodical as he wrapped the silk around her head, tying a sturdy knot just to the side for her comfort. Just as carefully, he then laid her back to rest on the leather sheet with the throw pillows he'd grabbed from the couch.

  She could hear him rubbing his hands together, then felt the warmth of the oil on his palms as he pressed them against her skin, finishing off the massage he'd started downstairs in the dungeon.

  “Oil,” he began, “makes it easier to peel you later…”

  Fingers kneading her shoulders, he relaxed her, only to cause a bit of a stir as he poured a generous amount of the warm liquid all over her breasts. He could now see the labored rise and fall of her chest as his fingers tweaked at her tough yet sensitive little nipples.

  Slowly, his hands slipped along, careful to coat her belly button as they moved. That was a concern for him. One tiny wax spill anywhere near her navel could puddle and burn the sensitive skin.

  She could feel the beginnings of a tremble as his hands drifted lower, his thumb working over her clit while he slipped a finger inside her. However, she was in no hurry and lost herself in every trace of his touch.

  “Quick one, little one,” he whispered, his lips against her ear. “Come now…”

  “Ohhh…Sir…” her body undulating with such leisure against the pressure of his hand. There was no rush, no fevered race. Just one delicate orgasm was enough to sate her.

  “Good girl…”

  As she sunk further into the pillows, relaxed by his little surprise of pleasure, she could feel him pulling away—could hear him clinking with something. All the while, she basked in the heat from the fireplace, allowing her guesses to take a backseat to the sensations he'd elicited so far.

  The sudden chill along the underside of her breast brought on a shiver. “Oooh!” she called out.

  “Like this game, little one?” he teased. “Color?”

  At that point she recognized his implement—it was an ice cube from the bucket that was chilling the champagne. Obviously, the freezer was still holding steady, even in the blackout.

  “Green, Sir…”

  “Fire and Ice,” he said, capping her nipple with the cold and slippery cube and allowing the water to fall in droplets over her breast. “This is why I need to know if you're too chilly to play…”

  “Warm, Sir…”

  “Drink, Maxine?” he asked, holding the champagne flute, complete with a bendable straw for her convenience, near her lips.

  “Mmm…”

  “Turning you over now,” he said, but not without resisting one last nip of his teeth at her breast. “Need to work on your ass first…”

  With another cube, he sketched over her back, leaving a frigid, swirling line in his wake. “You must be hungry, too, little one,” he observed, feeding her a toast full of caviar then licking the missed crumbs from her chin.

  This salacious assault against all of her senses left Maxine feeling dizzy in the most delightful way. With the strength of his hands, he began again at her shoulders, then smoothed down her back with the massage oil. Fingers molding into her muscles as he worked his way downward, Drew coaxed a long, happy purr from Maxine that reverberated against his fingertips.

  Once again, his hands disappeared from her body, and Maxine waited patiently, calculating his next move. This leisurely endeavor to ignite her arousal left her yearning. That single orgasm was just so perfectly enough for Maxine as he plied her with every sensual weapon at his disposal.

  What she didn't realize was that Drew needed just a moment to gather his thoughts—and perhaps his courage, too—as he held the candle in his hands.

  Looking down at her now, she was nearly at a perfect weight. He could no longer see the sharpness of her shoulder blades or count her ribs. Her nutritionist had done such an amazing job teaching her how to eat again, and her therapist had almost convinced her that self-worth wasn’t based on what the scale read.

  Drew was so proud of her on many levels, but Maxine was stronger than she even realized.

  Slow…steady…easy, he reminded himself, testing the wax one more time just to make certain that he wouldn't burn her. Lifting his arm high above her body, he steadied himself, then tipped the candle.

  And then her lips curled into a smile against the pillow as the
first drops fell upon her rosy backside.

  Drew swallowed deeply, then held his breath before asking, “Color, little one?”

  Again, a sense of calm pervaded. “It's green, Sir…”

  “Talk to me,” he reached for her hand, and she tightened her fingers around his for Drew's reassurance. “Tell me how it feels.”

  “It's…it's just warm…and kinda tickles…” Giving his hand a tug, she pulled it toward her lips and kissed his fingers. “It's nice, Kind Sir…”

  “More?”

  “Please…”

  He dropped an ice cube right in the middle of the crack of her ass, startling her to squeal in the quiet of the afternoon. Back on point, Mack!

  “Please, who?”

  “Oh, please, Sir…”

  Allowing the warm wax to dribble—heating her up, then running an ice cube over each and every last drop to cool her down—Drew continued with his teasing. The white wax, fanning out over her porcelain skin, looked like lace against the illumination of the flicker of flames from the fireplace.

  Drew dared to broaden his range, oozing the crystal clear drippings down over her hips, and even testing the waters with a few droplets on the tender skin at the small of her back. That picturesque landscape of wax on skin left him with a calm sense of need.

  Pulling his hand back, he held the candle higher. “Rest for a minute, little one…”

  Again she heard him shuffling around, perhaps even moving some furniture. This whole experience left her without words, yet clamoring to tell him how she felt closer to him than ever.

  Initially, he sought so desperately to gain her trust. In turn, he found his greatest confidante in Maxine. This was another benchmark—a victory over Drew’s fears that had been born of his demons. That constant worry that he would hurt—or even worse, lose her—faded at long last.

  Slowly, they were piecing their world back together, one step at a time.

  “What now, Sir?” she questioned as he began to unfasten the blindfold.

  “Thought that Naughty Sassy Maxine might want a look…” he said, as she opened her eyes and saw the mirror from the far wall propped against the ottoman beside them. “Before I finish up my project here…”