Dominate Me

by Stacey Lynn

  Those memories though, were always followed by the ending.

  With her slit wrists soaking in her tub. With water turned to the color of light red wine as it dripped from her wrists and the inside of her thighs where she’d also cut herself. Hell, she’d even slashed at her own throat in her desperation to ease her own pain.

  And I hadn’t caught it.

  I hadn’t ever noticed that as our play increased, as we delved deeper together into the world of Domination, I was breaking her apart at the same time. I had missed the signs that Courtney wasn’t submitting because she desired to, or because it was her, but she was doing it because there were demons inside her she was trying to get out of her.

  And I had only pushed her further into her pain and into her mind.

  I had taken everything from her including what little peace she’d had as I whipped and flogged her.

  I made it worse even as she pretended to enjoy it.

  She hadn’t enjoyed the sex. She didn’t enjoy the play. She enjoyed the pain and the punishment, but assumed her only choice was to tolerate the rest in order to seek relief from the pain lodged deep inside her.

  Intellectually, I already knew Haley was different.

  She wanted this. She came looking for it, and we weren’t done yet.

  With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself out of the chair and headed for the stairs.

  I had made Haley wait long enough.

  At the bottom of the stairway, I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks, before removing my suit coat and hanging it on the banister.

  When I reached the bedroom, she was kneeling exactly where I told her to be.

  And hell.

  Perfection.

  Her plump breasts arched forward as she held her hands behind her back exactly as I’d instructed. Her knees were spread wide showing her already glistening pussy. Her chest rose and fell in even, relaxed breaths.

  And in front of her, was an anal plug.

  My dick twitched, hardening again as I stepped toward her, stopping just in front of the plug at her knees.

  “You want your ass filled?” I asked, trying to conceal the surprise in my voice. I’d expected the restraints or the blindfold. The gag would be pushing her, but I hadn’t expected the plug to be something she’d want the first time we were together.

  “I’ve always wanted to try it, sir, and you didn’t bring what I was most excited about.”

  Was that disappointment in her tone?

  I could only imagine. Still, I asked, “What were you hoping for?”

  “A riding crop, sir.”

  Her voice was confident even if quiet and made me think back to the difference with Courtney, even at the beginning. They weren’t the same and I needed to remember that.

  “Look at me, Haley.”

  Her head tilted up and her large green eyes met mine. Nothing but trust shined from her, and it hit me like a punch to the gut.

  “I didn’t bring the crop or floggers tonight because when I redden your ass it’s going to be with my hand.”

  “Oh.”

  Yeah...oh.

  I gestured toward the bed. “On your feet. Hands and knees on the bed, show me your pretty ass.”

  She’d dimmed the lights in the room, turning off the main overhead lights and leaving two lamps at the sides of her bed on. It gave me just enough light to see the crimson creep up the column of her porcelain throat.

  As she moved into position, I removed my shirt and my pants. “Scoot back until your ankles are at the edge of the bed.”

  Without her feet to help balance her, she’d be entirely unable to control anything.

  I grinned as I crouched down to pick up the plug and then moved behind her. On the bed, she’d left the bottle of lube, which I picked up before pushing the other items out of the way.

  I reached out and dragged my hand teasingly down her spine to the globes of her small ass, through her crease, and stopped at her slick pussy.

  “You’re wet for me already?”

  Her head bobbed. “Yes.”

  I didn’t warn her verbally. She had to learn and with her ass presented to me, there was no better time.

  I lifted my hand and brought it down on the right side of her ass. It was a warning shot, but she understood.

  “Sir. I’m sorry for forgetting, sir.”

  “Very good.” I ran my hand over the area I’d just spanked. Her pale skin reddened easily. I’d have to be careful. I wanted her marked, not bruised. As pale and sensitive as her skin was, I’d need to be gentle until she became used to me.

  “Are you ready for this, Haley?”

  I pressed my thumb at her puckered hole, not entering, just teasing.

  Soon, I’d quit asking. But it was important our first few times together for comfort and trust to be established.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl.” I reached around her and grabbed three of the pillows at the top of her bed. On her hands and knees, it was easy to slide two of the pillows beneath her stomach and then one beneath her head. “Drop your head to the pillow and hug it with your hands.”

  She moved, and it put her ass at the perfect level. “You’re doing so well, Haley,” I whispered, running my hand in soothing circles on her ass, warming it and preparing her. BDSM was less about pain and kinky sex than it was the experience. It was the anticipation. It was the preparation.

  It was the deeper understanding between two individuals.

  She was giving me the deepest parts of her, her innermost desires, and she was trusting I wouldn’t take advantage of her.

  She looked blissed out already, as if I’ve given her a handful of orgasms. “Tonight, I’m going to plug you. Then I’m going to spank you. You will not remove the plug until I tell you, okay?”

  She’d leave it in longer than most subs did their first time, but the plug was small enough that it would drive her crazy without hurting her.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and thick with need.

  I gripped and pulled on my cock. I was hard again, so fucking hard. I would get off again, soon, but tonight it wouldn’t be inside her.

  I’d save that for next time.

  I drizzled enough lube around the plug and her anus to make entering her easier. It was barely wider than the width of my finger, so I didn’t bother using anything else as I gently teased her hole with the silver, metal plug.

  I pressed it against her hole then dragged it down, and ran it through the lips of her pussy and her clit. She pushed back, seeking my touch.

  I chuckled darkly. “Stay still, Haley. This is about you trusting me.”

  “I know. I know, sir. I just really want it.”

  “And you’ll get it.”

  To prove it, I pressed the rounded tip of the plug against her hole, breaching it for the first time. Her lips parted as she inhaled a gasp. I played there, twisting the plug before slowly pushing it in further. “There you go,” I whispered, placing my other hand on her hip to steady her. “Push out a bit and relax. Good job, pretty girl. How do you feel?”

  She smiled and it sent a jolt of need straight to my balls. “Full, safe...like I could come at any moment.”

  I grinned and gently tugged at the base of the plug now seated inside her. Her eyes rolled back a bit and her lips parted. It was exactly what I’d hoped to see.

  “We’ll get there. Now, I’m going to spank you. Count every stroke, and when I think you’re done, I’ll let you come. But don’t do it until then.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Without giving her time to prepare this time, I smacked my palm against the softest part of her ass. I held her steady, preventing her from moving away from the sensation. She yelped, but said nothing.

 
“Haley,” I demanded.

  “One...one, sir.”

  I stayed silent, the Dom in me reveling in this moment. There was nothing I loved more than this part, full submission and trust given to my hands. Literally.

  “Two, sir,” she cried out, still jumping after I spanked her other cheek.

  I continued, alternating where I spanked her so she could never prepare and as she hit “ten, sir,” she stopped jumping away from me.

  Instead, her knees parted more widely and she lifted her ass to me, pushing back and seeking more.

  With every spank, she counted, and her breath softened. Her ass turned cherry red and the marks of my hand on her skin burned clearer.

  I paused at twenty and ran my fingers through her dripping-wet slit. “You could come, right now, couldn’t you?” I asked, pressing my fingers to my lips and tasting her.

  I groaned. As good as I thought she’d taste. Better. Sweet and creamy and fuck, I wanted to devour her with my mouth.

  “Yes, sir,” she panted. Her thighs were quivering, signaling she was close and her clit was so swollen and hot it would take one more touch to give her what she wanted.

  I didn’t allow it.

  I went back to spanking her, ten more times until she was so close to the edge she struggled to remember what number we were on.

  That was when I stopped.

  Leaning over her, I pressed one hand to the base of her plug, my other hand against her clit, and my lips at her ear.

  “Come, Haley. Show me how beautiful you are falling apart because of what I’ve done to you.”

  I tugged on her plug, slowly fucking her with it at the same time my fingers pressed against her clit. It took two pulls of the plug, three flicks of her clit and her ass pushed into the air, her mouth opened—

  And she screamed...completely unraveling beneath me.

  As she was still coming down, I stood up, fisted my cock and in a few firm and fast tugs, I spurted my orgasm all over her back.

  “Fucking hell, Haley,” I groaned, stroking the last of my come from the depths of me. It was a rush and I threw my head back, my jaw clenched tight.

  When I was done, I pressed my hand between her shoulders, bent down and brushed my lips against her cheek. “You were magnificent, pretty girl. Stay here and let me clean you up.”

  In the bathroom, I grabbed the countertop, tried to regain my breath but it was useless.

  In one night, with one simple session that just barely started our journey, Haley had begun to untwist all the fears and concerns I had.

  I stared at myself in the mirror, saw the mess of my hair like I’d just run a marathon, and the pulse beating fast in my throat.

  Magnificent. I had told her that. I had meant it.

  Pushing off the counter, I ran a hand through a hair before I dug through her small linen closet and found a washcloth.

  I warmed it and walked to the bed, smiling. Haley hadn’t moved a single inch since I left her.

  Her eyes were closed, her lips parted but curved into a lazy grin.

  Her dark brown hair fell to one side, giving me a completely unfettered view of her body and her face.

  “You awake?” I asked.

  “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed.

  “Jensen, please,” I whispered and started to clean myself from her back.

  Her eyes popped open and the elation, pure joy and exaltation in them froze my hand.

  All the concerns I had, all the fears, everything that kept me from this lifestyle after the disastrous end with Courtney slowly untwisted inside me.

  This...this was what a sub looked like when they were given what they needed.

  I tossed the rag to the floor and pulled Haley to her knees.

  Her brows arched with the movement before I pulled her into my arms, my back against her headboard. She curled into me and I slid my hands up and down her back.

  “I want you to keep the plug in overnight,” I whispered. She tensed in my arms but I continued without explanation. “I’ll tell you tomorrow when you can remove it, okay?”

  She murmured something against my chest. I hadn’t thrown her into subspace, the place where subs can go when they’re so overwhelmed with the endorphins releasing through their body that they enter a trancelike state, but this was still her first time submitting.

  Aftercare was just as important as control.

  “Do you want to tell me what you liked about what we did?” She shivered and I held her tighter, unwilling to move us under her covers but still needing to warm her. Adrenaline drop could cause a mix of feelings and I didn’t want to mess this up.

  “Everything,” she finally admitted, her soft lips brushing against my cheek. “But mostly, I liked that I could trust you with this.”

  My chest swelled.

  It was what I had needed to hear, the most important thing to hear.

  I slid one hand up her neck, entwining it in her hair. I tugged back gently so I could look her in the eyes.

  Every ounce of sincerity I felt, I let shine in my eyes and in my smile as I pressed my lips to hers.

  It was our first kiss. It was soft and I bit back a groan as her tongue darted out and slid against mine. Compared to what we’d done, the kiss was nothing. It was chaste and sweet but I continued kissing her, let her hesitantly explore my mouth as I tangled her tongue with mine.

  We lay like that, for moments or hours, until she relaxed in my hold signaling it was time to go.

  As much as I loved our time together, I still had to keep lines drawn.

  I uncurled her from my arms, laid her down in bed, adjusted her pillows and covered her.

  She barely moved, so exhausted and peaceful.

  I brushed my lips across her cheek. “Sleep well, Haley. And call me when you wake up in the morning, okay? I’ll lock up on my way out.”

  A line formed between her eyebrows. “Okay, Jensen.”

  I stepped back, gathered my things quickly but quietly, and by the time I left her room, she was snoring softly. Peacefully.

  Chapter Nine

  Haley

  He left me.

  It was the first thought I had when I woke up in the morning, calling to mind all the things that had happened last night, all the things I’d let Jensen do to me.

  The plug, still inside me, shifted. I rolled to my side, feeling the soreness on my backside from the plug and the way he’d spanked me.

  It had hurt. It had burned. And then it’d turned to a pleasure that I never wanted to end. All of it had been like that. Jensen had driven me higher and higher until I’d completely crumbled beneath him.

  I hadn’t expected him to leave so quickly, even though I was already falling asleep before he left. But had I expected him to stay?

  “No,” I grumbled to myself, pushing my hair out of my eyes. “You hadn’t. Because he’d made it clear.”

  He would never date me. He would never want me.

  For now, what he was willing to give me was enough.

  I reminded myself of that and stretched my sore limbs, feeling the jolt from the plug. Reaching behind me, I touched the base. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks.

  He’d told me to keep this in until he told me to remove it and I was supposed to call him when I woke up.

  As I twisted the plug, felt how it filled me in a place I’d always been curious about, the small movement created an ache inside my pussy.

  Every move I made as I got out of bed in search of my phone increased the ache.

  How would I get any work done?

  How would I...ohmygod! He didn’t expect me to wear the plug to meet with the attorney at his office, did he?

  There was no way.

  Exasperated at the t
hought, I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed the number he’d given me to call him.

  “Good morning, Haley,” he answered after the first ring as if he’d been expecting my call. “How are you today?”

  “Um,” I stammered, making a sound as I tried to tell him, or ask him... “Sore,” I finally settled on.

  Concern dripped in his voice. “Too sore?”

  “Um, no. But...can I take out, the...you know?”

  Even the thought of saying the words anal plug made my cheeks burn.

  His laugh was his response. A low, almost evil chuckle that had me squirming. “No. But I expect you to come see me this morning after you meet with Ron.”

  “After?”

  “Yes. And I want you thinking of how I’m going to remove it, in my office, and what I’m going to do to you as I pull it slowly out of your ass...how much you’ll love it and miss it. Can you do that, Haley?”

  I didn’t think I had a choice. Although, I did. I could say red, but then what would happen?

  Plus, I hadn’t been lying to Jensen the night before. I was only fearful of disappointing him.

  I squirmed again, and the shift of the plug inside of me sent a jolt of need burning to my sex. “I can try.”

  “Good.” He sounded satisfied. “And don’t rub your pussy until I tell you to.”

  Before I could speak, the click of him disconnecting echoed in my ear.

  How in the heck was I going to do that?

  With every step I took to my bathroom, in order to get ready for my quick stop at the office and then the law firm, the plug moved. It rubbed against parts of me that shouldn’t stir the physical responses I was having.

  Should it?

  I didn’t know, but the entire morning I was completely distracted, thoughts of taking care of myself the only thing on my mind.

  By the time I arrived at his law firm in Grand Rapids, I’d already had to change my panties once.

  I was wet.

  I wanted to rip out the plug and end this sadistic game he’d started.

  I wanted to drop to my knees and beg him to make me come so I could end this.

  And I still had an appointment to get through, one that demanded my concentration.