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

by Divine, Daniella

  But Max only hesitates for a second, and then he is chasing after her, more energetically than before. Dominica runs towards the bedroom door – then stops. She can hardly run out onto the landing. Who knows what member of staff might be waiting out there. She is sure Max wouldn’t want his staff to see the woman of his choice running around the house in very naughty lingerie. Not the kind of image he would want to project at all.

  There is no time to pause any longer. Max is right behind her and closing fast. She runs into the only place she can see at such short notice – the closet. But as soon as she is through the door, she sees she has walked straight into a trap. Now there really is no way out, and Max is just a yard or two behind her. She can’t help but squeal again as he lunges out and grabs her with two strong hands. And now she knows there is no escape.

  It’s scary, but it’s also fun.

  Max picks her up effortlessly and slings her over his shoulder like a side of pork. She finds herself hanging with her head hanging over his chest, her bum pointing up at the ceiling, and her legs kicking frantically but uselessly behind his back.

  ‘Let me go,’ she squeaks, although she doesn’t really mean it. She wouldn’t miss this for the world.

  ‘I’m sorry, Ms Dunn. I can’t let you go. You must be punished for your lascivious thoughts.’

  Dominica strains to raise her head and see what is happening. Max walks over to the wall and presses what appears to be a hidden button. After a few seconds, the wall appears to open in front of them. For a moment, Dominica is baffled. Who the heck has opening walls? Then she sees that this is an elevator. The doors were deliberately blended into the wall so that you wouldn’t know they were there unless you looked closely.

  Yet another surprise…and Dominica has a feeling they are not done with surprises yet. It’s a small elevator, barely big enough for the both of them. Max carries her inside, still kicking and protesting. There is only one button, and Max presses it. The doors close and a second later the elevator starts to descend. They drop for a few seconds, and then come to a stop. When the doors open, Dominica strains to see where they are. As Max steps out, she realizes they are back in the basement.

  My God…this really is his own private domain. He has even installed an elevator so that he can enter and leave in total privacy…

  He doesn’t need to switch on the lights, as the room is lit by candles, enhancing the feeling that they are in some medieval torture chamber. As usual, Max has prepared everything in advance. He carries her to the four-poster bed at the back of the room. She sees that this bed is positioned to be directly below its counterpart in his bedroom a few floors above. He leans forward and tips her onto the bed, without bothering to be gentle.

  ‘Now, Ms Dunn. I don’t want you running away while I conduct your punishment, so let’s ensure you are properly restrained.’

  Restrained? Dominica wonders exactly what he means by that. She soon finds out. Max takes her left arm and extends it so that her left hand is pulled up to the bedhead. There is a rattle and a click, and she is astonished to find he has slipped a handcuff over her wrist. He attaches the other cuff to the iron bedstead, then proceeds to do the same with her right arm.

  As soon as she hears the second click, Dominica knows she is now completely helpless. She cannot move from this bed until – and unless – Max decides she should be released.

  What has she done? Was she wise to let him take control like this? What if he has conned her into agreeing to this weird behavior and now he is going to change personality, like Dr. Jekyll turning into Mr. Hyde? Her heart is beating now, and she is not sure if it is with excitement or with fear. Or maybe it’s both. If she wanted an adrenaline rush, then her wish has come true with a vengeance.

  Max takes her left leg and shackles it to the bottom of the bed, and then does the same on the right. Well, this is it. Dominica Dunn, the world’s most gullible woman, is now trussed up like a turkey on Christmas Eve…and her prospects seem about equally as promising.

  Her thoughts are interrupted when Max yanks her panties down her thighs, once again revealing those milky-white buttocks. Dominica has never felt so vulnerable. All she can do is lie there and wait to see what punishment her new master decides to dole out. As she lies there, she remembers all the strange and exotic implements she saw racked along the walls earlier. Was it an accident that they reminded her of a medieval torture chamber? Or was that thought a prescient foreshadowing of what was to come?

  She doesn’t know, but she has a feeling she will very soon find out.

  For what seems like an eternity, nothing happens. The waiting is even worse than the punishment that is to come…or is it? The seconds tick by. She remembers that Max said she could stop this at any time if she is uncomfortable. She feels the urge to scream out to him, but what would that achieve? If he genuinely meant what he said, then she has nothing to fear…she can wait to see what happens next. If it was all a lie, she is doomed anyway. She decides to wait…and hope. She can hear Max moving around the basement, but she can’t turn her head round far enough to see what he is doing. She can’t help but ask.

  ‘Max…Max? What are you doing?’

  ‘I am selecting your punishment, Miss Dunn. I feel that a short, sharp, shock is what is required. His voice gets louder as he approaches the bed.

  ‘What do you mean, exactly, by a short, sharp shock?’

  ‘I mean this, Miss Dunn.’ Dominica hears a cracking, whistling sound, and at the same moment, she feels a searing pain across her buttocks. A whip…one of the leather ones she had seen on the rack earlier. Oh, boy – it hurt.

  ‘Ouch!’

  There is barely time for the pain to register before there is another crack, and another searing pain burning into her flesh.

  And then another.

  Dominica winces and braces herself for more, but there is only silence. Then she feels Max’s breath in her ear. He whispers in a voice that is hot with excitement.

  ‘Did you feel it, Ms Dunn…did you feel how close pain is to pleasure? If you are uncomfortable, you only have to say so and I will release you. But if you can endure the experience, I promise to take you to a new high.’

  Dominica doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry – so many different emotions are welling within her. Yet the pain wasn’t terrible. It really was just a short, sharp shock. And it sure was a new sensation. Again, she feels that wetness between her legs, a reminder of how sexual the whole situation is.

  ‘I can take it, Max. I want to you to do whatever you will with me.’

  ‘I’m so glad you said that. This is going to be fun…a whole load of fun.’

  Dominica hears the sound of Max undressing. A zipper is undone, then there is the rustling of clothes as he strips naked. Turning her head, she can half see him. His toned and tanned body is almost godlike in the candle light. He is an Adonis. She sees he is already hard and erect, and even this short glimpse of his readiness gets her more excited.

  He disappears from view once more, and Dominica can only wait in expectation. She pulls on the handcuffs to test them. They are fastened efficiently and clearly designed for strength. The iron bedhead is just as strong and unbending. There is no way she can escape from this situation without Max’s consent. Now she feels the bed shake a little as Max climbs up. She still can’t see him, but she can feel him now, his body straddling her. His hands slide up her legs, starting from her ankles, massaging as they go. A new aroma assaults her senses – a fragrant, sweet one. There is something in the aroma that she recognizes. Tea tree oil and eucalyptus. Now it makes sense. Max is rubbing her legs with an aromatic oil. A healing balm.

  Max works his way up past her knees to her thighs, and then up to the newly-sensitive skin of her buttocks. She senses him stopping to top up with more oil, and then she feels it being rubbed into the tender flesh of her butt cheeks. It feels good. So soothing after the exotic punishment that Max has just dished out. There is something cathartic about being massa
ged and rubbed by his strong and powerful hands. He massages away the tenderness and the soreness, replacing it with a sensation of comfort.

  But he doesn’t stop there. He slips his hands between her thighs, seeking the most private of places in between. Dominica spreads her legs a little, and groans as his hand brushes against her pussy lips, rubbing and stimulating. It feels so erotic to be helpless, yet also to be loved, to be caressed, to be stimulated.

  She can’t hold out for long. Dominica feels a climax beginning to rumble deep within her. She tugs against the handcuffs as the feeling wells up. And then a climax ripples through her with intensity

  Before her orgasm has fully subsided, she feels another sensation. This time it is Max’s body brushing against hers, his chin touching her shoulder blades, his legs in parallel with hers. And then she feels the touch she has been waiting for – desperate for – as Max slides his erection deep within her. She is already soaking wet, and he has no trouble penetrating fully, filling her up with his manhood.

  ‘Oh, God, Max. I want you to fuck me…’

  Max places his hands on the bed outside her shoulders, allowing himself to move slowly and lovingly inside her. Dominica shuts her eyes as Max has taught her, so that she can focus on the pleasures of the sensations she is feeling. She feels the hairs on his chest brushing against her back, his thighs touching against hers, and most of all, his rock-hard penis thoroughly penetrating and delighting her moist vagina.

  ‘Oh, Jesus, that feels so good, Max. Sex has never felt like this. I want more, please give me more.’

  Max is happy to oblige. He, too, is clearly enjoying the experience. He accelerates his pace, his movements becoming faster, his thrusts deeper. Minute by minute his need becomes more urgent. Dominica, too, is thirsty for more, and soon another orgasm rocks through her body, leaving her convulsing with pleasure. Finally, she is sated, and to complete the experience, she wants to feel Max fill her with his seed.

  ‘Come, Max…I want you to come. I want to feel you inside me.’

  Max is not one to leave a lady wanting. He thrusts deeper and faster, shaking the whole bed and making the iron bedhead rattle against the wall. At last he is ready, and with a roar he ejaculates. Dominica senses his cock pulsing inside her. She feels the tension in his body subsides as his energy is spent. At last, he rolls off and lies beside her on the bed.

  ‘Fuck, that was good,’ he says.

  ‘You mean, that was a good fuck,’ Dominica grins.

  Max smiles in reply. ‘That about sums it up.’

  ***

  When Dominica awakes, she cannot think where she is for a moment. Then she sees she is in the four-poster bed, and she remembers the excitement and activity of the evening before. She reaches down and feels her buttocks, running her fingers over the marks where she is still a little tender.

  Gosh, that was naughty…but nice!

  Dominica imagines what would happen if Maryanne found out about all this. She would be almost apoplectic with a need to know more. Dominica would have to explain everything in detail, over and over again. Thank God she doesn’t have to go through that ordeal at the moment. She looks around her and discovers she is not in the basement dungeon any more. She is back in Max’s bedroom, in the twin of the downstairs four poster. How did that happen? She has no recollection at all of having moved. Max must have carried her up here while she was sleeping. Or maybe he got one of his lackeys to move her for him. She blushes at the thought. What would his staff make of having to carry a sleeping woman dressed in sexy underwear…with some fresh red marks on her bottom?

  Then again, they were probably used to it. Who knows what strange things have gone on in this house over the years. Max Rockford is certainly an enigma. In the last few days, Dominica has been much more aware of him in the gossip pages of the newspapers and style magazines. A little like when you decide to buy a certain model of car…and all of a sudden you start seeing them all over the place. Dominica had never noticed Max in the news previously, but this week he seemed to be turning up all over the place.

  She saw him at charity functions, presenting checks for large sums of money and shaking hands with all sorts of august dignitaries. He always seemed to be surrounded by beautiful women, all of them looking at him with adoring eyes.

  Bitches. Keep your hands off!

  Dominica couldn’t help a twinge of jealousy when she saw them, but Max never looked interested in them in the photos. He always looked as if he had loftier, more important things on his mind.

  But in every photo, he is the model society gentleman. He is always dressed immaculately, of course, and always seems to be the center of attention. In the columns, too, he comes across as a sensible voice in the world of business. Even hardened journalists seem to respect him, reporting his comments faithfully, instead of trying to knock him down. Dominica knows how hard it is to earn that kind of respect…especially if you are rich. Many journalists envy those who have achieved greater success, and take every chance they can to knock them down. As a public relations consultant, one of her key roles is protecting clients from this kind of backlash. But Max doesn’t seem to need this kind of protection. He takes the press in his stride, as he does with everything else in life.

  But where is Max? She realizes that the bed is empty. He always seems to be an early riser, ready to face the day and get things done. He makes her feel a little lazy, although she is far from it. She checks the clock and sees that it is 8.03am. Time to get up. Dominica showers in the en-suite bathroom and dresses in a white top and jeans from the clothes brought from her own home. A short time later, she is descending the stairs, looking for Max.

  She finds him out on the terrace, standing by the wall overlooking the ocean and talking on his cellphone. More business calls no doubt, and before breakfast, too. Dominica draws the line at taking business calls before 9.00am. Her cell phone remains strictly switched off until she gets to the office. But when you are a multi-millionaire tycoon, perhaps it’s not so easy to keep the calls at bay.

  Max waves to the table that has been set out for breakfast. Dominica sits down and is about to help herself to orange juice when a waiter appears from nowhere and pours it for her. She thinks she could get used to this life. Better not enjoy it too much, or it will be a shock to get home and find the orange juice unpoured, the coffee not magically topped up.

  Max finally gets off the phone and joins her for breakfast. He has some surprising news for her.

  ‘That was the police on the phone,’ he says. ‘I’ve been hounding them to catch those thugs who assaulted Jo.’

  ‘Oh, really? I would be so happy to see them behind bars, just to know that Jo and girls like her are safe. But I doubt if you will get anywhere. The police have too much to do and not enough resources to do it. They have probably just logged the incident and forgotten about it.’

  ‘I think not,’ Max says, taking a sip of coffee. ‘I’m donating a large sum of money to support the families of police officers killed in action. I’m doing that because it’s the right thing to do. However, it does have the side benefit of making the police very co-operative when I need their help. I spoke to the Chief of Police after the incident, and he put one of his best men on the case, Lieutenant Frost.’

  ‘That’s fantastic news. I should have guessed you had friends in high places. Has he made any progress?’

  ‘Yes, he was calling me then to say he has some prime suspects in the frame. I’ve arranged for him to meet us at the hospital later to check some photos.’

  ‘Don’t we have to go to the police station to do that?’

  ‘Dominica, if you knew how much I was donating to the police fund, you wouldn’t ask that question. Lieutenant Frost will meet us wherever I tell him to. If we do it at the hospital, Jo can confirm their identity, too. That will be a triple identification – you, me and Jo. That should be enough to put them behind bars for quite some time.’

  ‘Even if we can identify them, I’ll bet they’l
l just get off with a caution or a few days community service. Then they’ll be back on the streets to cause more trouble.’

  ‘I doubt it. These guys all have criminal records – especially the big guy. They will all be looking at the world through a wire fence for many years to come.’

  ‘Well, that’s a relief,’ Dominica says – and she means it. Ever since the incident, she has been worrying about Jo’s safety. Their neighborhood has always seemed safe, and she never had real cause for concern. But if these kinds of thugs are patrolling just a few minutes from her house, maybe it isn’t as safe as she thought.

  Dominica enjoys her breakfast. Her exertions from the evening before have made her very hungry. Max must be ravenous, she thinks with an inward giggle. After breakfast, they head to the hospital in the same expensive-looking car as the day before, with Max and Dominica sitting in the back, while Max’s driver takes the wheel. Dominica looks out the window. It’s a beautiful morning, and the sun is climbing lazily into the sky, peeping over the mountains and filling the world with golden-yellow rays of sunshine.

  She takes a moment to count her blessings, and finds she has plenty of them. Her daughter is going to be fine, and here she is in the company of a handsome and exotically interesting man who finds her equally fascinating. Where things will go from here is anyone’s guess. She thinks back to what happened yesterday. Now that was certainly an interesting experience. What else did Max have up his sleeve…or hidden down there in the mysterious world of his private basement dungeon?

  Dominica can’t begin to imagine…but she can’t wait to find out, either. She doesn’t want things to go back to how they were a week or so ago – dull, mundane, routine. She is beginning to get hooked on the excitement and the adrenaline.