Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  She nodded as she watched him begin to undress her. He started with the zipper in the back. He looked up and watched her reaction in the mirror as he slowly pulled the zipper down. Her mouth fell open as she felt his fingers side down her spine. Sliding his hands up her waist and over her shoulders, he pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. Leaving the dress to rest on her hips, he came around in front of her and stared down at her.

  “I don’t want to recreate that night,” he said to her. A flicker of disappointment flashed over her expression. “I want that night to be special for us. Now I want something different for us. A new beginning. A way to fill that hole that is in your heart.” He touched his fingertips lightly over her breast. “Let go of your fears and your doubts. Relax and submit yourself to me.”

  She stared up at him with an expression wonderment and trepidation. All she could do was nod. With a smile, his softly kissed her cheek then her neck and shoulder.

  “I always fantasized about the cute sexy goth chick I had in that bed,” he whispered. “But the woman she became even more beautiful.”

  “I’m sure you say this to all the ladies,” she said timidly.

  Alan stopped and stared at her for a long moment, long enough to make her squirm under the scrutiny. “No, actually I don’t,” he said down to her. “I’m not just saying this so I can make you feel better. I want you to know how I feel.”

  She lowered her eyes and nodded slowly.

  Alan hooked his finger under her chin and forced her to look up at him. “I need to know if you are willing to continue down this path with me. If you are uncomfortable, just say so and everything stops.”

  Wide eyed she shook her head vigorously. “No! I,” she paused, looking away. “I just don’t know what to do or what exactly it is I want.”

  Alan smiled. “That is very understandable,” he said softly. “We will take things nice and slow.”

  He pulled out a bundle of rope out of his pocket and showed it to her. She stared at it for a look moment before looking back at him without saying a word. He unwound the bundle and tied her hands together in front of her. With the loose ends of the rope his lifted her arms over her head and tied her arms to the bed poster. He looked her up and down then turned his attention to the mirror in front of them. There she stood, her dress sitting at her hips, her strapless bra still hiding her ample breasts, and her arms tied over her head. The image of beauty in his eyes.

  “All I want you to do is to feel and watch everything through that mirror,” he said.

  Speechless, she only nodded as she watched his every move.

  Alan ran his knuckles across her jaw and smiled tenderly. “That’s my girl,” he said. “Just watch and feel.”

  He dropped down onto one knee just off to the side so he didn’t block her view in the mirror. He finished pulling the zipper on the back of the dress so it would go over her hips with ease. He placed his hands firmly on her hips, just to feel the shape and softness of her flesh through the dress, just before he gently slid his hands down pulling the dress down her legs. As the dress fell, it revealed a thin delicate lacy thong that matched her strapless bra and garter belt. Thin sheer black stockings shaped to her leg that led down to black high heels. He coaxed her to lift her foot then the other to remove the dress from the floor by sliding his hand up her leg to the back of her knees and pushing gently. As he stood up, she watched him through the mirror. Her expression was one of awe, which gave him the confidence to continue.

  Alan sat on the corner of the bed behind her and looked over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror. She smiled nervously at him as he sat behind her. Her eyes were so focused on his face that she jumped when he reached around and cupped the front of her bra into his hands. Her eyes darted back to his hands squeezing her breasts through bra. His hands glided around to her back and he released the hooks on her bra. He slid his hands back around to cup her breasts in his hands, gently pinching her nipples with his fingers. Her mouth fell open as she stared into the mirror. He slipped his hand down her chest then down over the her thong, humming in approval of her obvious arousal. She gasped when he started rubbing his palm over her sex, lifting her hips to over more of herself.

  “You like this?” He whispered into her ear.

  “Yes,” she said in breathy response.

  “Do you like the being tied up to a bed post or is it because I’m touching you?” He asked as he slipped his finger under her thong. His fingers touched her soft silkiness finding her wet, swollen and ready.

  She moaned, lifting her hips even higher to meet his fingers. “Both,” she said in a sigh as she leaned her head back against the bed post and closed her eye.

  “Open your eyes,” he commanded.

  Her eyes flew open and stared into the mirror. He rubbed his finger in soft little circles in her panties, pressing harder little by little until he found her hard little clit. She frantically thrusted her hips against his lazy circling fingers. She panted as her arousal mounted.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered in her ear as he watched her in the mirror.

  This sent her over the edge, making her cry out as her arousal crashed through her. He teased her clit as she thrashed her bonds and panting. She threw her head back and moaned as he slipped his hand from her panties. He stared at her reflection, watching her come down from her orgasm. Slowly her breathing came to a normal rhythm. She looked at him through the mirror and smiled at him.

  Alan just stared at her as his mind raced. She looked so beautiful to him stretched out against his bed post. All these different things he wanted to do to her, but just didn’t know where to start. He watched her as she turned to look at him and smile. He got up from the bed and walked around in front of her. She looked up, completely mesmerized by him. He searched her face, her eyes dilated and wide. Her cheeks flushed and her lips parted. The Dom in him wanted to tease her more, but the young teenager that had lost her after the one night wanted to get deep into her. Being a patient Dom, he allowed the teenager take control. In a rush he crushed his lips onto hers. She squealed in shock, but immediately opened up to him, exploring their closeness just as urgently as he. She pulled on the ropes, trying to wrap her arms around him, whimpering in disappointment. He broke from the kiss and reached up to untie the rope from the post. The moment she was free from the post, she dropped her arms around his neck and pulled him back into a kiss. As he opened her mouth and probed her mouth with his tongue, he unhooked her garter and pushed down her thong. Without breaking their kiss he guided her a few steps to the foot of the bed and down onto the mattress. He began to kiss her on her chin then her throat and down between her collar bones. He took each nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at them until he heard her gasp. He lowered himself until he was between her legs. He quickly sat up and took off her high heels then pulled the thong, stockings and garter off. After tossing the clothing aside he gazed at her body in front of him.

  “You are beyond sexy in you stockings,” he said in a sigh. “But I want to feel all of you.”

  “How are you going to do that is you are going to be completely clothed yourself?” She challenged.

  He smiled wickedly at her and backed off the bed. She scrambled off the bed with him and reached up with her bound hands caressing his chest.

  “Please let me do this,” she said looking up to him.

  Alan straightened up and stretched his arms out to give her full access. She reached up with her still bound hands and began unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled at his belt and managed to undo his pants.

  One of these days, I just might get her to undress me with just her teeth. He smiled to himself with that thought.

  She continued with his shirt, pulling the sleeves off his arms until the shirt laid on the floor in a heap. She lowered herself onto her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, smiling as she grabbed the front of his pants and pulled them down. As the pants went down his cock dropped hitting her in h
er eye and rested her cheek. Alan began to apologize until he saw her reaction. She had a surprised look on her face with the initial impacted, but as soon as she pulled away to get a better look at what hit her, she just stared at it. A look of realization changed her expression then she looked up at him on awe.

  “It is really you,” she said in reverence.

  Alan smiled tenderly down at her. “Hello there,” he said softly.

  She beamed up at him. “Hi.”

  She returned her attention back to his cock. Suddenly she opened wide and engulfed him with her mouth. Alan grunted the moment his cock hit the back of her throat. In quick bobs of her head, she took him further in. His mind flashed to when she swallowed his cock the first time. God, either she got better or all the other women he had before just didn’t compare. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, humming along in her own pleasure. She reached up and cupped his balls with her bound hands, squeezing as she plunged him deep into her mouth again. Alan groaned in his building pleasure, feeling himself getting closer to his own climax. She moaned with him, sending a shock wave throughout his system almost making him explode.

  Alan stepped away from her, watching her reach out for him and looking up to him in confusion. He stared at her for a brief moment, her eyes were glassy and returned his stare, her lips parted as she caught her breath. Her chest heaved, making her breast rise and fall in the rhythm of her breathing. He dipped down and gathered her arms to pull her to her feet. He pushed her towards the bed and pinned her against the post by her neck. A test for both himself and her, to see if she could handle anything he could throw at her. He stared at her, watching her reactions. The glint in her eye spoke volumes to him. A sideways grin light up his features. Alan crushed his lips against hers. Squeezing her throat tighter, he kissed her deeply. He could feel her submit to him through his grip on her.

  Quickly he yanked away from the kiss. “What is it you want, little one?” He asked her panting.

  A wicked little grin spread her lips as she looked at him. “I want you to fuck me, sir,” she said.

  The answer itself didn’t surprise him, but the way she answered did. He smiled back at her. “If I do, I will not be merciful,” he said.

  She let a small sinister laugh escape her lips. “Why would I want that?” She asked tilting her head. She craned her head towards him as she stared into his eyes. In a voice that seemed distant and lustful she said to him, “Fuck me.”

  With a growl, he shoved her backwards towards the bed. She landed only partially on the bed. She tried to scoot into the bed more, but Alan grabbed her legs and stopped her. He angled himself just outside her opening and hooked her legs over his arms. Without warning he pulled her down, plunging himself into her. She gasped arching her back as she adjusted to him. In slow long stroked he slammed himself into her, watching her writhe in front of him. He leaned down and captured a nipple with his teeth. He felt her pussy clamp down around him as he bit down and flicked it with his tongue. He let go and looked up. She threw her bound hands around his neck and pulled him towards her lips. They kissed as she began to swoon. He slammed himself deeper into her as she screamed his name as she orgasmed.

  Suddenly, Alan pulled her off the bed, supporting her in his arms. He turned around and dropped down onto the bed, with her on top of him. As he thrusted up, he quickly untied her hands.

  “Ride my cock until I cum,” he demanded as he slapped her ass.

  She smiled down at him as she begun to grind into him. He smacked her in the ass again making her change her rhythm to bouncing on him. Pleased, he reached up and pinched her nipples between his thumb and index finger. She gasped at the sensation as she bounced on his cock.

  “Come on girl, fuck me,” he taunted, matching her thrusts with his own. With his hands on her hips, he guided her up and down on his cock. She cried out as she began to cum on him as she slammed herself down on him.

  “Fuck me girl!” he demanded her. With a growl she dropped down, her hand planted down on his shoulders. He started slapping her ass as she sped up her thrust onto him.

  Alan began to feel himself begin to tip over the edge as she took him all in. “That’s it, ride me,” he panted. “Ok, ok, now swallow me. All of me!”

  She swung a leg over him and jerked his cock in her hand. Alan grabbed the bed sheets as he began to gush. He howled as she dropped her open mouth over his cock, just as the first jet of his cum shot out of him. She dropped her lips down to his base as he continued to cum. He grabbed her head and thrusted his cock in her mouth, loving the feeling of her tongue swirling around him.

  Slowly Alan began to come down, and he slowed his thrust into her mouth. She kept him in her mouth, tonguing him until he went soft. She looked up at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled. He reached up and pulled her to him, cradling her in his arms. She sighed as she snuggled up close to him.

  “Just like I always imagined,” she said quietly.

  Alan smiled. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

  She looked at him with a sly smile. “I want more.”

  The end!

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  Seduction ARRANGEMENTS

  Kerri Miller

  Copyright © 2016 by Kerri Miller

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  Chapter 1

  The more Darlene listened the more she didn’t like it. Sitting in empty section of a local McDonalds next to the bathrooms seemed ironic the more her boyfriend stammered and stuttered at her. The more she stayed with this man, the more she realized he was a stupid man, especially with money. She can’t remember how often the power was cut off because he spent the money for the electric bill on something frivolous like a video game or a new piece of equipment for his X-box. And now the full extent of his stupidity with money is becoming more and more apparent.

  “Ok let me get this straight.” She said as she sighed and began rubbing between her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. “You went to a bar. You then start placing bets with a perfect stranger on a televised MMA fight and you lost. Then you barrow money from a loan shark to bet again and you lost…Again?”

  “Well when you say it like that it does sound stupid.” JT said as he sucked the last bit of soda out of the bottom of his kids cut. She slowly looked up at him without saying a word because clearly he knew that it was. “But honey, there is a way to pay this guy back with out paying him a dime. It’s perfect!”

  Right away she knew it was going to be something she wasn’t going to like. Why does she stay with this man? She stared at JT and wondered to her self as he began to stammer his way through his idea in paying back this loan shark. She looked him over. Never mind the fact he choose to sit next to the bathrooms of a dirty McDonald’s and she will ignore the fact that he got them happy meals for their dinner even though they were in their late 20’s. She will over look the fact that even after a shower his hair still looks like its greasy and hadn’t been washed in 2 weeks, let alone do anything with it. She’d also overlook that he was a scrawny guy, barely taller than her and as white as a ghost because he never did anything athletic outdoors in his life.

  And yet despite the obvious flaws this man had, she still loved him. He would go to church with her and her parents loved him. He would leave hand drawn pictures on the fridge for her to find with it saying he loved her. Then one day he asked her to marry him in front of his family. Thirty-five people all ranging in ages from six moths to 87 years old, crammed into the living room of a single wide trailer to watch as he got down on one knee and propose to her. She didn’t feel happy in him proposing to her like this but she faked it and said yes. After not
having a whole lot of boyfriends in her life, she kind of felt that she better accept his proposal or else she would be lonely the rest of her life. So even though the bad and not-so-great out weighed the good, she still stayed with him and loved him. Then she caught the last thing he said.

  “Wait you want me to what again?” She asked, hoping she didn’t hear what he had just said.

  “Steph said he would ignore all of my debt if I could find him a girl that could give him a good BJ” He repeated.

  “Well good luck with that one.” She said as she sat back in the booth watching an old man walk into the men’s bathroom with a news paper stuffed under his arm. Obviously hearing what JT said and smiling at her as he walked by.

  “Well I told him that you were great at it.” He said quietly.

  “You what!?” She demanded shocked by what he just said. Seriously, the only person she had ever gone down on was JT. It’s not like she had a whole lot of practice or experience either. Sex wasn’t exactly an essential part of their relationship, which was fine by her. She didn’t know why but all her friends loved to talk about the sexual escapades and compare notes with each other. She on the other hand could only say that the freakiest thing she and JT had ever done was have sex in the morning.