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

by Anthology

  Lifting her leg slightly, she hitched it up over his thigh and dropped her head back. “Ohh!”

  “You’re fucking incredible. Look at you.”

  She brought her head back up when she realized his fingers were no longer moving. “What? What’s wrong? Did I do something – .”

  “No.” he quickly interrupted. “Fuck. You’re fucking perfect.”

  Her uncertainty in herself unnerved him. He wished she could see what he did. It gave him the idea to show her so she would know just how desirable of a woman she truly was.

  Come here.” He told her.

  Pulling her to the bedroom he stood her in front of the full-length mirror that was across from the bed. He then came up behind her and placed his arms around her like he had in the hallway and slipped his hand back where it was again. She lifted her arms and fell back into him. His thumb found her magic spot while his middle finger kept working itself in and out of her, fucking her pussy with no more than his hand.

  “J.T.”

  “That’s it, baby. Just let it go.”

  Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched her reflection as J.T. yanked at her bra until it came off. His one hand pulled at it eagerly, while his other hand never deviated from the rhythm of strumming against her clit.

  She could hear her moans and feel her body shake as she got closer and closer to the brink of her orgasm, but for some reason, it didn't really seem like her. It was almost like she was watching a movie and none of it was really happening.

  Her mind clouded with euphoria as her tits shook with the thrusts of his hand. He was no longer gently working her. He was giving her exactly what she needed and just how she would’ve done it to herself had she been alone and with her trusty toy.

  She didn’t know men could give this to a woman. She didn’t know they would want to.

  Turning her head, she rested her head against J.T.'s shoulder and whispered his name. She was so close and needed it so bad, but had no idea what she was waiting for.

  His green eyes pierced her with something she didn’t recognize. Determination. Possession. Power. Lust. Greed. Dominance.

  Whatever it was she had no idea. All she knew was that he was giving her permission to let it happen. And finally with a scream and gush of liquid, she squirted onto his hand.

  When she finally opened her eyes she looked up to find him staring at her. His eyes still had that same look in them. They hadn’t changed. They looked even more serious than before.

  “How do you feel?” he asked.

  Unconsciously she smiled.

  Her reaction must have made him happy because his smirk and wink softened the seriousness that he had been showing her.

  “See. It just goes to show you that you never know how good something can be until you learn to let go a little.”

  “I guess you’re right.”

  “Don’t be scared of me, Sophia.”

  He could have stopped there. God knew he should have stopped there, but damn it if his efforts to have any kind of control were not working.

  Pulling away from her only long enough to get undressed like a teenager on prom night, he began tugging at her pants to pull them off.

  “I swear I’m not going to do anything. I just need to be close to you.”

  “J.T., I…”

  He quickly interrupted her and brought their mouths together. He wasted no time as he slid his tongue inside her mouth, tangling it with hers and forcing her to meet his suddenly hungry demands.

  She reached her hands around his neck and brought her body up and against his. She pressed her taut nipples into him. Grabbing her by the ass he lifted her up, and swung her around, sitting her on the edge of the bed.

  Her head told her to slow down and take things easy. Her body screamed at her to shut the hell up and take advantage of the man who just gave her the best orgasm she'd ever had. The good girl conflict playing out in her head was a war she hadn't been ready to wage. Not that she'd really been ready for any of this. She sure as hell wasn't ready for J.T. It didn't seem to matter, though.

  5

  J.T. was going wild inside. His body and mind were fighting some sort of battle between good and evil and he had no idea who would win. All he was certain of was that he had to feel Sophia’s naked body against his. It didn’t matter how much his body ached or how hard his cock was. He had to wait. He had to be patient and not push for too much too fast. Time already wasn’t on his side. Pushing her was a luxury he didn’t have.

  Sweat dripped down his chest from lack of control. He looked down at the top of her head as she seemed to nuzzle up against him. Her precious movements of needing to be close to him were almost more than he could take.

  “J.T.?” her soft whisper broke their silence.

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “You said…I could…trust you?”

  He took her face in his hands, gently cupping her cheeks. “Yes. I promise. I will not hurt you.”

  “What about…other stuff?”

  Her question surprised him, but it made him curious all the more. “Other stuff? Like what?”

  “If there was something that I…”

  “Don’t be scared.” He urged her.

  She looked at him for a long while before moving from his hold. At first, he didn't realize what she was doing. Instinctively he wanted to grab her and keep her from running away for the third time. That was before he watched her drop to her knees on the plush white carpeting and nestle herself between his legs.

  She looked at up him. Her brown eyes looked like swirling lakes of milk chocolate, swimming with sweet decadence.

  He knew what she wanted. And he didn’t know how he knew, but he was certain she had no idea how to take it.

  With his restraint already walking a tightrope between pleasure and pain for the past hour plus he saw no reason to make both of them suffer, so he did what every good man would do and offered her a hand.

  He reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock, fisting it in his palm, stroking it until pre-cum leaked to the top. He watched as her eyes stared hungrily at him. Her mouth hung partially open as heavy breaths heaved from her chest.

  Damn if her mouth didn’t look like it was going to be the best kind of torture.

  “Lick it.” He told her.

  He waited, wondering if she would protest with those old fears rearing their ugly head. Instead, she just bent her head down and swiped her tongue across his head.

  “Uh uh.” With his gentle but firm hold on her cheek, J.T. gently guided her down to his cock. “You're not done baby. Suck on my cock. Show me why that pussy gets so wet.”

  He knew he had been taking a chance getting quite so graphic with her, but the true nature of who he was came to the surface. And damn if she didn't seem to like it because she opened her mouth wide and took him deep in the first attempt. Her mouth sucked him so intently that he would’ve given anything to keep her from stopping, but his need to bury his cock inside her pussy was nearly overpowering him and wreaking havoc on his normally in control sex drive.

  She let out a whimper, interrupting him from his thoughts. He loved how he was finding so much about her in such a short time. Her zeal in taking him showed him just how hungry and thirsty she truly had been for his cock.

  She was such an incredible contradiction that he wanted to learn more about her with every moment that passed. She may not know it yet, but her appetite for sex had to be just as big as his. Almost, but not quite. No one could ever quite match up to how hungry J.T. could get. Maybe with Sophia, he'd finally meet his match.

  His need to see her eyes while she took him into her mouth over and over again surprised him. There was something about the innocence of her stare that made him crave that attention.

  “Look up at me,” J.T. told her

  As if they'd been lovers for a long time she did exactly as he asked. Out of all the women he played with, Sophia was different. Why he had no idea. And he wasn't even sure it was a good th
ing. He kept women at arm's length for a very important reason. Their mere presence could be complications in themselves. His job was stressful enough. He didn't need to deal with the hassle of dating and relationships.

  While he watched her head move up and down, her brunette hair shining in the bedroom light, he was struck by her beauty. For the first time, he realized that she was wearing nearly no makeup. He was used to women who piled it on for that flawless porcelain doll look. That wasn't what he was seeing before him with Sophia. Her face was flawless in a different sort of way. Her cheeks were flush from passion, desire, and with the blush of orgasm. She was glistening with sweat. Her hair was a mess and as he watched her, he realized that she was probably one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

  Despite her beauty and charm, one of her most alluring traits was the way her mouth was holding him so exquisitely in her grasp. As she looked up at him he couldn’t help but be entranced by the expression her face held. Her cheeks were sunken in, her lips clasped tightly shut around his cock as she twisted her head in a side to side motion while bobbing her head back and forth down onto his entire length.

  Sophia Hunt. Whoever she was, was a fucking goddess.

  He wondered if any woman had ever looked as gorgeous as she did when on her knees. He searched his memory, not able to think of one that could hold a candle to her. Then it dawned on him that he didn’t really care. The past several weeks he’d been sleep deprived, stressed and not a clue what was missing.

  Was she what was missing? Was J.T. Mastrantonio developing feelings for a woman that he didn’t even know? Was that even possible?

  She moaned against his tight skin. The sound vibrated against his skin, making her sound more alive and desperate for him. He hit the back of her throat and he had to bite back the urge to yell out a curse. He always remained in control, never allowing any woman to know just how much she affected him.

  An idea struck him and he couldn’t resist the urge to push the envelope. “Put your hands behind your back. Place them together like you’ve been handcuffed.”

  With her eyes on him, she obediently placed her hands behind her back as he asked, using only her mouth to give him pleasure. She seemed to like it this way, taking orders from him, doing what he said. The first two times he’d freaked her out until she ran. Now that he was getting a reading on her he knew what to do.

  He knew how to make her be exactly what he wanted her to be.

  “Stop.” He ordered her.

  Sophia allowed his cock to fall out of her mouth. A loud slurping sound echoed in the room, drowning out the low hum of the butterfly she’d been wearing.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong. But, I can’t help but wonder if there’s more to you than you’re showing me.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked nervously.

  He quirked up the corners of his mouth and brushed his thumb across her swollen lips. “Would you believe that I have some secrets of my own?”

  “Secrets?”

  “Uh huh.”

  She licked her lips and answered, “What kind of secrets?”

  “Let me ask you something first.”

  “Ok.”

  “You liked pleasing me like this didn’t you?” He asked.

  She nodded her response. Her brown eyes sparkling up at him with devotion just like he’d hoped for.

  “Good. Because you know?”

  “What?”

  “I really liked making you cum.” Her blush only added to the mystery of who she was. “Only, this time, I want you to make yourself cum.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  “I’ve never –.”

  “Never what? Done it? Or had someone watch?”

  “Had someone watch,” She admitted on a whisper.

  “I told you that you can trust me. You’re safe with me. Do you believe that?”

  “Yes. I don’t know why, but I do believe you.”

  “Good. Now I want you to spread your legs and grind your pussy against the carpet while you play with yourself. Do it just like you would if you were all alone.”

  “Can I close my eyes?”

  “No. Look at me.” He insisted.

  Though she hesitated at first, eventually she spread her legs and worked herself into the plush carpet as she brought her hands from behind her back and reached out for him. With one hand she wrapped her delicate fingers around his cock and began stroking him. Her other reached below and began flicking her clit.

  “Oh fuck. Yeah, just like that.”

  He was impressed by her initiative. Her firm strokes worked in concert with his hips while she expertly worked him. He could hear her moaning, see the heat rise on her face as she began to whimper and her plump mouth turned to a pout as the breathless anticipation built up with every thrust of her body.

  The louder she became, the faster her hand worked him. Fuck, but she felt good. The way her fingers worked the taut skin of his cock was breaking any restraint he had left.

  “Oh, J.T!”

  “Come for me! Open your mouth, take me back in. Now!” He shouted the final demand, completely lost in the moment.

  She opened her mouth wide just as she let out a howl. He pumped into her relentlessly, hitting the back of her throat several times as she gagged from his assault.

  His balls drew up tight as he shouted into the room. He could feel her lips close around him, sucking and taking all he had as he pumped into her with his release.

  “Fuck! God! Yes!”

  J.T. opened his eyes, unaware that he had even closed them. It took him a second to get his bearings. Stars shot outward from his peripheral vision while a floating drug like state overwhelmed his entire body.

  She allowed his intrusion and didn’t relent. Which was exactly what he’d hoped for. Sophia Hunt was proving to him exactly why it was that she had entranced him so much all those years ago, just as much as earlier that night.

  He looked down and he saw she her staring up at him with those same gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. She was so attentive and obedient. He wondered if she had any idea that she was a submissive. Any man with half of a brain should’ve snatched her up long ago. Whoever this Graham asshole was years ago that had let her go had been an idiot.

  The scent of sex filled the room and permeated his nostrils as he reached a breaking point. Something tightened in his chest and made him grab onto her from the floor and pull her to the bed. With firm hands, he grabbed the back of her head and shoved himself into the deepest recesses of her mouth.

  “J.T.?”

  He didn’t want to talk just then. He needed silence. He needed time to figure out a plan of action. He had one more day with her. One more chance to make her see what this was.

  “Yes, Sophia?”

  “Was that good?”

  He couldn’t help but smile at her question. Who was this woman who seemed so unsure of herself?

  Looking down at her he answered. “No. That was fucking phenomenal.”

  6

  Sophia spent most of her day returning emails and trying to distract her thoughts from J.T. She hadn't heard him when he left that morning. He'd snuck out sometime before her internal alarm clock had gotten her up half past six.

  Her initial reaction had been disappointment, which eventually led to mortification when she realized that not only had she showed a man she didn't even know her most vulnerable side but that he had snuck off without so much of as a good morning thank you.

  The bitter pill of self-loathing hadn't lasted too long though as a scent began to tickle her nose. She'd sat up in bed and tilted her head to one side like a dog who'd just heard the jingle of his leash.

  Coffee. She smelled it coming from the other room.

  Grabbing her robe from the hook behind the bathroom door, she quickly covered herself, suddenly very aware of her nakedness. After a quick once over in the mirror and deciding that she didn't look half bad for a woman who'd j
ust rolled out of bed, she courageously made her way out to face the stranger who seduced her so easily the night before.

  To her surprise and dismay, she found a bit of defeat when she saw only an empty room and a room service cart complete with coffee, juice, and a few pastries. Not seeing him the morning after should have been easier. There would be no awkward silences or whatever it was one had after a one night stand. Not that she had much experience in the department. Or any for that matter. Women didn’t come much more inexperienced than her. Unless she counted her private moments alone with her mail order vibrator or the hot bath water.

  She had just resigned herself to the knowledge that not having to say goodbye was probably for the best when she saw a small envelope propped up against one of the juice glasses.

  Sophia, it read simply. The penmanship long and neat like that of a scholar.

  Picking it up she had to wonder just how many women had spent the night with J.T. The question left her with a pit in her stomach that she didn’t care to explore further.

  Deciding she was rather foolish for feeling any sort of attachment for a man she barely knew, she opened the envelope, steeling herself against whatever sort of cheesy line he was about to offer her as an Au Revoir to their night together.

  She had been surprised by the presence of a key card folded within the note. It held the elegant M in gold writing just as hers did, only this one was black instead of white.

  Being a frequent guest at Mastrantonio properties and a gold star member of their frequent guest program she had heard of the elite penthouse apartments held atop of their five-star resort properties, but never had she actually been in one. Yet here she was holding a key to one of the exclusive properties which were said to rent for thousands of dollars per night in her very hand.

  She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement. This obviously meant he wanted to see her again and she had to read to find out what J.T. had in store for her.

  Sophia,

  Meet me in my penthouse at five this evening. Bring your insatiable appetite. Don’t even think about running away or saying no. I’m not nearly finished with you yet.