Break So Soft (Break So Soft Duet Book 2)

by Stasia Black

  “What, is your cock that sensitive? It’s going to droop because it doesn’t get attention for three seconds?” The words are out of my mouth before I can really think it over. I bite my lip, feeling like a total bitch, but when I glance down again, there his cock goes, all the way back up and pointing toward his stomach again.

  Jackson moves off the wall and comes to stand beside me. “Shit-talking is part of being a Domme. A lot of subs find it freeing.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Doms and Dommes too. Try it. Let your inner bitch out. See how good it feels.”

  “Don’t be such a God damn mother fucking bastard,” I call out as I give Daniel a good wallop, but it’s Jackson who I’m staring at as I say it. “Nobody likes a fucking know it all cunt sucker.”

  Oh my God, I can’t believe I just said those things, but that exhilaration I was feeling moments ago? That high is ten times higher now.

  Jackson’s eyes flare dangerously but if anything, he only looks like he wants to devour me more. He moves away and returns with one of the small floggers.

  I spank Daniel a few more times and then Jackson starts to work the flogger up and down Daniel’s back. Like Mistress Nightblood, he flicks his wrist back and forth so that the flogger responds in a complicated X pattern. I step back and watch his mastery with the instrument.

  At first I think he’s going to calmly instruct me in this to, but no, he’s just getting into it. Sweat breaks out on his brow as a rose flush rises all over Daniel’s back.

  “Tell me, you cock-sucking mother-fucker, how did you lose your virginity?” Jackson asks Daniel. “Did you get your cherry popped when you were repeating your senior year at nineteen in a pity fuck? Or was it a prostitute you had to hire because no one else wanted your tiny little cock near them?”

  Daniel lets out what I can only describe as a low-pitched mewl and throws his head back even further.

  My breath shoots in and out of my lungs in short, stuttered pants. I’ve never seen Jackson this way. Everything happening is insanely fucking hot, but at the same time I’m frustrated. Jackson took over with the vocalizations because after my first few attempts, I just couldn’t keep it up. I got embarrassed or… I don’t even know what, but something keeps holding me back.

  But as I watch Jackson completely mastering Daniel, it just—I feel—well, Jackson said I got to be the Mistress. Yet somehow over the last ten or fifteen minutes, I’ve let myself be completely shut out of it.

  At the same time, I’m only getting more and more fucking turned on. Which makes all the frustration feel even more acute.

  “Oh, now you want to cum, don’t you, you goddamn whore,” Jackson taunts and for the fucking life of me, even though I know he’s talking to Daniel, it seems like he’s aiming the barb at me.

  That’s it.

  I’m fucking done with being a spectator.

  I walk over to the props table, find exactly what I’m looking for and grab it. I’m about to talk back to Daniel and Jackson when I pause, go back to the table, grab another item, then return to the boys.

  Jackson’s eyes track me as I approach but I ignore him. I continue ignoring him as I unzip the top of my suit, pull my arms out, then continue unzipping it. Turns out it’s a lot easier to take off than put on.

  And yeah, okay, I will admit it is satisfying as hell when Jackson’s steady flogging pauses and I hear him audibly suck in a breath. I still don’t look in his direction. My large breasts are on display but I’m barely aware of it, I’m so focused.

  I don’t take the suit all the way off. I merely unzip it and push it over my hips so that my ass and pussy are exposed. I suck in a sharp breath as my warm and wet nether lips are freed to the cool air.

  I’m so swollen down there and I can’t help rubbing my forefinger several times over my clit. I do this with my eyes to Jackson. I’m not disappointed. His eyes are glued to my hand as I massage myself.

  I smile. Good. I’m back in control of this show.

  Now. I look down at the two-way dildo in my hand and the complicated elastic bands. How the hell do I put this thing on?

  “May I assist Mistress?” Jackson’s voice sounds funny. Tight and a little high-pitched. He hasn’t taken any steps toward me and his posture is very stiff. One glance down and I see his back isn’t the only thing that’s stiff. I smirk.

  Then I’m startled at myself. Because Jackson’s not chained up and we’re not in public. And I’m not freaked out at being basically alone in this room with him.

  I’m comfortable with him. I’m not afraid. And God it feels so good not to be afraid.

  I nod to Jackson. “Yes.” My own voice sounds a little funny.

  But I don’t tense up as he comes closer. He’s quite the gentleman. His eyes don’t drop to my breasts like I anticipate they will. Instead, he takes the large black dildo from my hands and I feel a zing at the slight contact of his fingers.

  “Put your hands up.” He swallows after he says it. Maybe I’m not the only one who wishes they’d brought a water bottle.

  My chest heaves up and down even faster as I do as he asks. I lift my arms up and he pulls on one of the dildo’s elastic bands. It stretches wide and he lifts it up and over my head. He slides it down over my raised arms, then to my shoulders, then…

  “I’ve got it,” I say, taking over when the band gets to my underarms. He steps back as I roll it over my breasts, down my waist and then just below my hips.

  Now one end of the two-pronged dildo teases at my entrance and I shudder, rolling my shoulders at the feel of it. I flick my eyes up to Jackson’s as I widen my stance slightly. The tip of the fake cock slips inside me.

  I stick the tip of my tongue out between my lips and bite down as I grasp the head of the outer dildo and use it to guide the inner one further inside myself.

  Oh God, so full, so fucking good.

  “Ooohhhhhhh,” I moan and arch my breasts out toward Jackson. “It’s going so deep.”

  He takes a step toward me but I shake my head. Then I snap my fingers at him and point to a chair by the wall. “You sit there and watch.”

  He drops his chin and glares at me, more than a glint of defiance in his eyes. He’s a Dom. He’s never on the receiving end of orders.

  Too damn bad. I stiffen my spine and glare daggers right back at him. I don’t care what his normal role is. He. Better. Fucking. Submit.

  “Now,” I thunder.

  He stares at me for only a moment longer before turning and walking to the chair that I pointed to.

  I gift him with a beatific smile once he’s seated. “Very good. Now take out your beautiful cock and fuck your hand while I fuck him with this giant dildo.”

  The room isn’t very large. Jackson’s only sitting about eight feet from me so I can see his nostrils flare.

  My blood sings. My pussy clenches around the rubber cock inside me and the outer dildo rubs up against my clit even as I walk the few steps toward Daniel. My steps are constricted because I only slipped the suit off down to the tops of my thighs, but it’s plenty to work with.

  I pinch Daniel’s ass where the marks are the reddest and get a genuine flinch out of him. It makes me ridiculously gleeful.

  Fuck. Does it really only take one night for me to become a sadist? I caress the part where I just pinched and then nuzzle my cheek against Daniel’s back. I feel a sudden rush of affection for him. He really is doing me a solid favor by letting me use him as my training wheels.

  “I’ve got a treat for you, you dirty fucking pain slut. I’m going to fuck you with this giant strap on, right here. Right in the ass.”

  I grab his ass cheeks in both my hands and squeeze. My thumbs are close to his asshole and the sudden rush of excitement makes my cunt clench even harder on the dildo inside me. I’ve never done anything like this before. Ever. I bite my tongue as my thumb inches lower.

  There it is. That forbidden hole. It’s not hairy at all like I might have expected and I wonder if he waxes it. My thumb probes at the pucke
red entrance. There’s a little bit of resistance, like he’s pushing back.

  I pause for a moment, feeling a sudden stroke of horror. He said this was okay at the beginning

  “Daniel, would you like to use your safe word at this point. Say continue or use your safe word to stop.”

  “Continue,” comes out in a rush, very sure and confident.

  My heartbeat slows and my thumb immediately goes back in his entrance. He’s still resisting but I get it now. That’s part of his thing. I take the lube, the second item I grabbed from the table and drip some over my thumbs. I rub it around the puckered bit of flesh and then lean over to get a better look.

  Then I push my thumb in again and this time I start talking. “Don’t even try to keep me out, you dumb little fuck. My thumb and a whole lot more are coming for this little bitch ass.” I thrust my thumb all the way in and at the same time, my pussy squelches around the dildo buried inside me.

  I don’t even know how to describe what I feel with my thumb. He just sucks me right in. It’s warm and snug but immediately I want more. I use my free hand and rub lube all over the giant dildo sticking out from my body. Then I pour more liberally over the top crack of Daniel’s ass.

  “That’s right, cunt, there’s no getting off this train. You’re getting fucked by a woman and I’m not taking pity on you. Because you deserve to be punished, you sorry stupid worthless fuck-up. That’s how you like it, isn’t it?” I jam my other thumb inside him as I finish my tirade. His whole body jerks and he lets out a high-pitched moan of pleasure. His ass relaxes against my invasion and my thumbs are easily working inside his ass now.

  It’s so hot inside him. Holy shit. Inside him. I’m inside a man. I pull out my thumbs and shove two fingers up deep instead. They fit easily so I add a third, exploring the contours all the way around.

  Daniel’s breathing heavily now. He’s so getting off on this. Holy shit. Holy shit. I twist my fingers around and around, loosening him up even further.

  Then I remember that touch alone isn’t enough for him. Vocalizations. Right.

  “Look at you, you stupid, filthy shithead.” I crow in laughter and it isn’t forced, but I think that’s only because of the crazy high I’m feeling right now. I rock forward and back a little on my heels so the dildo inside me gives me friction. Oh fuck me. That’s so— I can’t even—

  “You dirty cock slut,” I manage to get out between heaving breaths of my own. I start to twist my fingers in his ass more roughly. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Being used. Like the fucking piece of trash you are. Well I’m going to use you good, you dirty little shit. I’m going to use you so hard you’re going to wish you weren’t such a fucking whore!” I smack his ass with as much strength as I have in me.

  Then I grab his hips to brace myself and jam the dildo up his fucking bitch cunt ass. And I fucking ram it all the way home. No fucking mercy.

  His whole body jolts forward and the chains above his head rattle. I don’t stop there, though. No, I pull out and then slam back in again until my hips are flat against his ass and my breasts brush up against the reddened skin of his back.

  And it feels good. I can’t deny that. Great even. Everything about tonight has kicked sex up to a level I never knew it could go. But there’s still something missing.

  My head swings over to look at Jackson.

  And I immediately groan in pleasure. He’s leaned forward in his seat, pants dropped, cock in hand. He’s not pumping furiously like I might have expected. No, he has himself in what looks like a painful iron grip as he slowly drags up and down on his shaft. I can’t make out the expression on his face. It looks like a mix of fury, concentration, and being more turned on than I’ve ever fucking seen him.

  “Ughhhh,” I groan in pleasure as I pause, jammed to the hilt inside Daniel for a long moment, making slight rolling motions with my hips for friction. All the while staring at Jackson.

  Fuuuuuuuuuuuck me. The dildo is. At. That. Perfect. Spot. Without moving my torso, I tilt my hips back so that the dildo slides out of Daniel slightly. Then I jerk up and in again. And again, the motion rubs the dildo against my clit so good and makes the length inside me hit another spot that brings light near to bursting behind my eyes.

  Oh shit, I can’t be that close already, can I? Oh God oh God oh God.

  I keep Jackson’s eyes in laser focus as I reach around Daniel’s chest and pinch one of his nipples. Daniel shudders beneath me and I pull my hips back so I can keep fucking him hard.

  But it’s Jackson’s response rather than Daniel’s that ratchets everything up to an even greater intensity. The anger seems to evaporate from Jackson’s face the longer I keep my eyes focused on him.

  He stands up, hand ever on his cock and he starts jacking off like he’s proud of it. Like he’s saying, here’s the most glorious goddammed cock you’ve ever seen in your life. Bow down and worship, then spontaneously orgasm at the sight.

  My back arches, forcing my breasts into Daniel’s back as I continue thrusting in his ass. Fucking him. For the first time in my life, I’m the one doing the fucking. It’s the most erotic goddammed thing I’ve ever done.

  I watch Jackson the entire time.

  “Fucking bastard. You mother fucking bitch-faced cunt sucker,” I all but shout.

  Jackson only raises an eyebrow and his tongue comes out. He moves it in sensuous imitation of the act I just mentioned. Like he’s sucking my cunt.

  I start fucking Daniel with an animal fervor. Both of us grunt every time I land, the double headed dildo jamming deep inside both of us and—

  “Shitting fucking mother cunt fuck of a whore—” I yell and then there’s nothing left except a wordless high-pitched moan that comes from deep inside my throat as I hit a climax so high, so hard, that I feel like my heart is about to explode in my chest.

  But I don’t stop there either. I give myself two seconds to breathe and then I keep going, jerking in and out until I get to a second peak that tops out just a little bit higher than the first.

  When it finally comes down, I collapse against Daniel’s back, head facing Jackson. Jackson’s still standing, cum dripping down over his huge hand.

  His eyes are wide and his mouth open. He’s looking at me like… like… I don’t even fucking know. Any and all brashness is gone.

  His expression is a mixture of vulnerability, awe, and confusion—mouth slack, eyebrows drawn together, chest heaving up and down. I feel just as jumbled up. That was just so— God, it was so—

  I drop my face so that my forehead is braced on Daniel’s back while I continue trying to catch my breath.

  Which is when I remember Daniel. You know, the guy whose ass I’ve still got a dildo jammed up inside. Shit.

  “Did you come, sub?”

  “No, Mistress.”

  My shoulders drop.

  He seems to sense it because he quickly follows up, “Mistress did not say that I could.”

  Well, damn. Mistress faux pas. Then I look at the brick wall. It’s not exactly friendly for him to rub up against. Maybe I’m expected to jack him off?

  But no, that’s not happening. Somehow, and I know this is totally screwed up, but even though I just fucked this guy in front of Jackson, touching Daniel’s dick feels like it would be… a betrayal. Because that totally makes sense. I shake my head at myself but figure out a quick solution.

  We’re close enough that I can wrap the top of my catsuit around Daniel’s body. Ha, I can even manage to get one of the arm-sleeves over his cock. Even though his staff is starting to flag. Ah. The work of a Domme is never done.

  I’m exhausted and all I want to do is go pull off the bottom half of this catsuit, get off these heels, drink a glass of wine, go to sleep, and process all the shit that just went on at a much later date. Like tomorrow. Or next year.

  Instead, I drop my voice and infuse it with disgust. “Rub that pathetic tiny dick against the wall, you sad little shit. I’ve never before in my life had such a disappo
inting lover.” I wince internally at the cruel words. Even though I felt a much more intense connection to Jackson instead of Daniel throughout the scene, this has hands down been some of the best sex of my life.

  But from the way Daniel has started grinding against the wall, his cock safely covered by my suit, my words are obviously doing it for him.

  All right, whatever floats his boat. I continue calling slurs and insults at him and even moving the dildo in and out of his ass a few times before ordering him to come.

  Which he does on command. Neat trick.

  I slide the dildo out of his ass and can only stand there looking down at it for a moment. The top of my catsuit is still wrapped around the front of him, and everything seems to hit me in a rush. Everything that just happened over the past hour. Or has it been longer since we walked into the club? It feels like way longer. And also like it’s been no time at all. The half of the dildo still inside me feels suddenly huge.

  I put a hand to my forehead and squeeze my eyes shut. Shit. I swallow and the fact that I haven’t had any liquid in so long seems like a big deal now. I’m so thirsty. Like, really really thirsty.

  “Water,” I say to no one in particular.

  “What?”

  I look up in surprise to see that Jackson is right beside me. He’s retrieved the top of my suit off of Daniel and knotted the ‘spent’ arm in on itself. That’s a good idea. I should’ve thought of that. It would’ve been messy otherwise.

  I blink at the top half of the catsuit when Jackson lets go of it and it flops down in front of me. My breasts are completely exposed, but again Jackson isn’t staring.

  Instead he moves with a practiced efficiency. He does something in the corner, pushes a button or engages something, because the chains holding Daniel’s arms begin to lower. Jackson goes immediately back to Daniel’s side.

  As his arms are lowered, Jackson moves behind Daniel, catching him underneath his armpits when he’s no longer being held up by the chains. Daniel staggers backward and Jackson helps him to the ground, then he props him up against the wall. Jackson murmurs to him gently while he undoes the padded cuffs around his wrists.