The Domination of Dominica Dunn: Discovering New Worlds of Sexual Sensation

by Divine, Daniella

  This is truly a sexual awakening. She can’t remember the last time she orgasmed so intensely…maybe never. As the spasms of pleasure subside, Max exits and turns her gently onto her side, cuddling up to her spoon-style. She enjoys the fading ebb of her orgasm, with his firm body tucked against hers. Then she feels him pushing into her once more, penetrating her soaking wet pussy from behind, his dick plunging deep. She can feel him more intensely now, penetrating into her soul and electrifying her senses.

  ‘More…I want more,’ she says. ‘I want to feel you inside me.’

  ‘Plenty more where that came from, baby,’ he says. Once again he speeds up, and she wallows in the pleasure as he takes her to the edge. This is almost too much to bear – his male flesh inside her female flesh, the two of them united as one seething mass of sensual ecstasy. This time her climax comes faster, her body shuddering into orgasm while Max continues to thunder within her.

  There is no time for resting. Max pulls out of her and turns her around to face him. His cock his thick and hard, pulsing with readiness just inches from her face.

  ‘Now I want you to pleasure me.’ It is more of an order than a request, but somehow his tone turns her on. It seems urgent and full of desire. And she wants to pleasure him. She takes his dick in her hand and feels its warmth, its thickness and its hardness. Then she leans forward and takes the bulging head in her mouth, tasting her own sweet juices mixed in with his heady, musky aroma.

  It’s a long time since she has had a mouthful of real man, but she knows how to deal with it. She is going to suck him the way he fucks her, with passion and energy. She lets her tongue run around the tip of his penis, licking gently and stimulating him to cry out.

  ‘Jeez…that feels good. Almost too good. It makes me want you more than ever.’

  She slides her tongue down his shaft, licking and teasing as she goes. Then she takes his balls in her mouth, one at a time, and licks slowly. He groans with pleasure, and she slides her tongue all the way back up to the tip. She plunges the whole of his cock in her mouth, so deeply she almost gags as his flesh touches the back of her throat. She slides up and down, feeling his erection stiffen even more at her touch.

  His hands grip the sides of her head. ‘I have to fuck your mouth, baby, I have to do it now,’ he says, his voice urgent and demanding. She leans back a little, the tip of his cock resting on her lips. She can see her bright-red lipstick stained along the length of his manhood. Max pushes his cock between her lips and starts thrusting into her mouth. She wants to say ‘fuck me, fuck my mouth,’ but she can’t speak – she can only take his length inside her willing lips again and again. Her hair falls loose around her head as he clamps her mouth firmly over his manhood.

  His strokes increase in speed, and she thinks he might come there and then, spilling his seed inside her mouth. But he pulls out, grabbing her ass and turning her round. He is behind her now, spreading her legs and preparing to enter her from behind. She bends low, raising her butt ready for penetration. And then he is inside her again, the full length of his dick sliding deep into her pussy, penetrating again and again.

  Now she can speak. ‘Fuck me,’ she says. ‘Please fuck me.’

  He is clearly enjoying her submission. ‘Tell me again, Dominica. What is it you want me to do?’

  ‘Fuck me…just fuck me…please!’

  He doesn’t need any more bidding. Her steed is saddled up and ready to go. She feels him taking her again, all of his dick penetrating her vagina, right up to his balls. She can’t describe the sensation – it is too deep, too exciting, too stimulating. And he has the stamina of a stallion, fucking her hard and energetically. Now she feels his hand on her back pushing her downwards.

  ‘On your tummy…I want you to lie flat.’

  She obeys without a murmur, and he spreads her legs wider, then penetrates again.

  ‘Oh, that is so good…you are going to make me come,’ he says.

  He is not the only one. Dominica feels the sensation of pleasure welling up inside her, and soon she climaxes again. The walls of her vagina contract and she sends Max over the edge, too. He comes with an almighty groan, filling her with this cum. As her orgasm subsides, he pulls out of her and turns her to face him, kissing her full on the lips once again.

  ‘That was awesome,’ he says. ‘That really is the best way to spend an evening.’

  Dominica giggles. ‘Absolutely…I could do that all over again.’

  ‘Oh, you shouldn’t have said that,’ Max replies. He pulls her close to him, and starts to make love to her all over again…

  When they are both finally sated, they lay back on the bed, with only the gentle rocking motion to remind them they are on a yacht. She curls up with her body close to Max, enjoying the touch of his male skin next to hers. She drifts off into a comfortable sleep – the deepest sleep she has enjoyed for years.

  But if she only knew the horrors in store for her in the days ahead, then maybe Dominica Dunn would not have slept so peacefully and quietly.

  In fact, she probably wouldn’t have been able to sleep at all…

  4: Sex at Sea

  For a moment when she awakes, Dominica is unsure whether this is the real world, or whether she is still stuck in some kind of wonderful dream. She almost dreads the moment when she will wake up for real and find herself alone and unloved in the bedroom of her own home. More than once she had awoken expecting to find a new partner beside her, only to see that he was long gone – leaving nothing more than an empty space on the bed and a few shattered memories. Sad to say, she has learned to be very distrustful of men.

  But as the last shreds of sleep slip from her eyes, she realizes that this is no dream. It is reality…albeit a reality that is hard to believe in. Here she is on the biggest double bed she has ever seen – the centerpiece of a room that has been decorated not only with taste, but also on a generous budget. This is the kind of room you see in style magazines, in the homes of the ultra-rich and famous. Yet a gentle rocking motion reminds her she is on a yacht, and a quick glance out of the open windows confirms this. She sees an expanse of blue ocean stretching far into the distance, with just a few seagulls wheeling and calling overhead to remind her they are not far from shore. The waves rock gently against the boat, and over the land to the East, the sun is struggling over the horizon to start another glorious day.

  The view beyond the window is spectacular, but the vista inside the bedroom is more stunning still. More particularly, the view on the other half of the double bed. For Max Rockford, multi-millionaire and lover extraordinaire is sprawled out next to her. His feet are spread out so that he is taking rather more than his fair share of the bed, but seeing as he is the one who paid for all this, Dominica is not going to complain.

  Far from it. She intends to stay exactly where she is and drink in the heady sight of Max’s naked body, only partially covered by the white sheets and bed linen. Not many people look good first thing in the morning, but Max is the exception to the rule. He must have a personal trainer to put him through his paces regularly, as his skin ripples with firm muscle. The even, all-over tan tells another tale – one of a life spent in exotic locations, enjoying luxurious vacations and no-expenses-spared business trips. Max lives in the world of ‘how the other half live’ – taking for granted the luxury that everyone else aspires to, but rarely reaches. How strange to think that for someone like Max, this is everyday life…just another humdrum day on his very expensive yacht. Maybe he is bored of this luxury, and envies those even richer than him – billionaires with even bigger yachts. That isn’t likely, though. Max seems to be more comfortable in his skin than anyone she knows.

  Dominica wonders what on earth she is doing here. How did a plain old soccer mom end up in the bed of a gorgeous alpha male? It didn’t make a lot of sense, but what the hell…this is definitely a time when going with the flow was the right thing to do.

  She has to touch him…she just can’t resist. She allows her hand to trail u
p his leg from the back of his knee to the firmness of his buttocks, and then slowly up his back to his neck. The right thing to do would be to let him sleep, but heck, that wouldn’t be half as much fun. She wanted them to share the glory of the new day together. The motion has the desired effect. Max rolls over onto his back and opens his eyes, squinting for a moment against the sun that spills through the windows. For a moment he looks perplexed, trying to orient himself. Then his expression changes almost instantly into a smile that makes her heart melt. He reaches out to touch her, a gentle brush on her arm.

  ‘Good morning, Ginger. You haven’t run out on me then? I’m so glad you are still here. How did you sleep?’

  ‘I don’t want to think about the sleeping part,’ Dominica replies. ‘I just want to remember everything that happened before we fell asleep. I want it all to be etched on my mind forever. That was truly wonderful, Max.’

  Now he raises his hands to her face. His hand caresses the curls of her fiery, red hair before touching the softness of her cheek. Then he allows his hand to slide slowly down to her neck, and then to her breasts.’

  ‘Wonderful is too small a word,’ he says. ‘I would say it was supercalifragilisticexpialidociously good.

  Dominica laughs. ‘Hey, I’m not sure if Mary Poppins would approve of what we were up to. I think we enjoyed rather more than a spoonful of sugar! She would have us tidying up the nursery by way of punishment.’

  Max slides an arm around her neck and pulls her closer. ‘Yes, and the trouble with sugary things is that you can’t get enough of them. I happen to have a very sweet tooth, and I’m ready for second helpings. One spoonful just isn’t enough, you know – I want the whole jar of goodies.’

  Oh God, that sounds so tempting. Dominica is ready for a second helping, too. She feels the fire of desire burning in her belly as Max pulls her down onto the pillow and rolls so that his body is over hers. His mouth seeks hers, his tongue snaking into her mouth. She can’t help but moan, an involuntary squeal of pleasure that comes from somewhere deep within her, expressing her desire and her urgent need for fulfilment. She doesn’t need to ask Max if he had an urgent need, too – she could feel the expression of his desire pressing against her belly, hard and erect.

  Max is not a man to be left waiting when he has a desire to be sated. He is pulling the sheets and bed linen aside, shoving it all onto the floor so that her body is naked against the whiteness of the pillows and the bottom sheet. Even a day or two ago, she would have been too embarrassed to let anyone – especially a handsome lover – see her naked body under the glare of the morning sun. She is not ashamed of her body, but neither is she confident enough to want it displayed in the unforgiving daylight. Yet somehow, she feels relaxed with Max, able to enjoy his attentions without the need to cover herself up. It feels good to be so open, so relaxed, so natural.

  That is just as well, because Max has plans for her body. He kisses her on the lips, then on the chin, then works his way down her chest to her nipples, kissing and licking each in turn. In a moment, both nipples are rock hard and sensitive to every touch. Dominica feels that if Max spends much more time kissing them, she will orgasm from that touch alone. As Max’s tongue slides further down her belly, she leans back against the soft, down pillows, arching her back to make the most of every touch of his tongue against her skin. His tongue snakes down to her belly, then around to her hips

  Max is a tease. He kisses his way down one thigh to her knee, then switches to the other knee and works his way back up to her hips. He slides his tongue slowly down between her legs, caressing her pussy lips in a motion that brings her to the edge of climax. But Max isn’t ready for her to come yet. He knows how to keep a woman on the verge of orgasm without quite taking her over the edge. The feeling is intense. .

  Dominica moans, surrendering herself to the moment. She feels Max’s tongue slide upwards along her wet slit until he finally reaches her clit. Then there is no stopping her. Dominica’s body explodes in an orgasm that rocks her from head to foot. Her back arches and her toes curl involuntarily as the waves of pleasure echo through her. No man has ever made her feel like this before.

  God he is good. But he isn’t finished yet. One orgasm is not enough. She lies back, spreading her legs wide as he pleasures her again. The first climax has barely subsided before she feels the next one building within her. She feels his tongue flicking and licking, stimulating her intimately and deeply. Soon she can hold back no longer and another earth-shattering climax rolls and pulses through her already sated body.

  This would be enough – enough to satisfy her and to give her memories to last a lifetime. Yet Max has not finished yet. Now it is time for the main attraction. He slides up the bed until his face is level with hers. He kisses her again, and she tastes the sexiness of her own juices. A moment later, she feels his penis penetrating inside her, slowly at first – delving so deep that she feels he is in her belly.

  Max is better than any lover she has ever experienced…not that there were ever that many. Max is moving faster now, thrusting deep inside her. He wants to fuck her…and she wants to be fucked. A perfect combination. Dominica is happy to let him take control, to be submissive to his urgent demands on her body. She feels so happy that he wants her, that he desires her, that he finds satisfaction in filling her with his maleness, again and again.

  They make love for the best part of an hour, exploring each other’s bodies, wallowing in the pleasure and the sin of desire. Dominica reaches orgasm again and again in a way she never did in all the years of her disappointing marriage. Max seems unstoppable. His personal trainer has clearly done a good job…he has the fitness and the stamina to keep going and going. Finally, it is Max’s turn to climax, exploding inside her and filling her with the warmth of his seed. When he is done, he slumps across her, seeking her lips with his to kiss her once more. They lie together, breathing heavily, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Max seems as happy as she is.

  ‘Hmmm….I could have you for breakfast every morning, Dominica Dunn. I would have you served on toast, with grilled tomatoes and freshly-squeezed orange juice.’

  ‘Really? And what would Miss Executive Girlfriend say to that? I guess she would have her own ideas about who you had for breakfast. ‘

  Max looks puzzled. ‘Who the heck is Miss Executive Girlfriend?’

  ‘Oh come on, Max. You didn’t learn those techniques by reading a book. You must have been practicing with a few ladies. Probably the ones that work for you. And if practice makes perfect, I guess you must have been practicing quite a lot.’

  Max lies back on the bed, his face breaking into a gentle smile.

  ‘I do have some very attractive ladies in my life, and in my companies. They seem to come with the territory. There must be a factory that rolls out blonde women with big boobs squashed into business suits.’

  ‘Well, I wasn’t produced in that factory. I’m just a soccer mom.’

  ‘A soccer mom extraordinaire, in my opinion. Those women are strictly business only. You don’t have to worry about any of them. You are the only businesswoman I’m interested in today.’

  The mention of her business makes Dominica sit up with a start. ‘Hey, what time is it? I forgot to check. I’ll be late for work…’

  Max smiles. ‘Slow down, Ginger…it’s Saturday. No rush to go anywhere. I guess even supermom takes the day off on Saturday, right?’

  Dominica lay back relaxing. ‘Of course, you’re right. No work today. Oh, isn’t is a lovely feeling when you realize it’s Saturday and you can have a lie in! But Jo is due back from her Dad’s around elevenish this morning. I’d like to be home when she gets back. I don’t want her coming home to an empty house.’

  ‘That should work out just fine. It gives us a couple of hours to get some breakfast and enjoy a little more fun. After all, we have some unfinished business to attend to. Now where were we…’

  Dominica thinks perhaps she should resist…but then decides against it. So s
he gets a little more of Max before breakfast. Or actually, rather a lot of Max. He is a man with a lot to give. Eventually, their morning lovemaking is finished, and they reluctantly get out of bed.

  When Dominica is showered and dressed, she finds a breakfast fit for a queen laid out for her. It all seems too good to be true. The next two hours just fly by, and before she knows it, she is being whisked home in the oh-so-expensive Mercedes. She makes a point of savoring every moment of the journey home, knowing this may very well be the end of her adventure with Max Rockford.

  Still, it was fun, wasn’t it? Heck, fun is an understatement…

  Max drops her off at the bottom of her driveway, with one final kiss and a promise to call her again soon. Dominica tries not to sound too eager. The final kiss turns into a final grope, and she has to tear herself away before she finds herself having sex in front of all her neighbors. Heck, that would never do in this neighborhood. But she can’t let go without enjoying just a little more of this very sexy man. Finally, she manages to tear herself away, and reluctantly gets out of the car, hastily rearranging her clothes.

  As she walks up the driveway, she is aware that the lipstick she applied so carefully is now smudged, and her neatly-brushed hair has gone wild again. She feels exhilarated though, liberated and open in an exciting way. For once, she feels that she is living life to the full, and not just struggling through the week, waiting for something better to come along. It would be hard to imagine what could be better than this. Maybe she should try for another flat tire on the freeway – she might be able to snare another millionaire.