Dom/sub

by B. D. Dark

  “That’s great! I’m happy for you.” I truly wanted Kim to find work that made her happy. “So, what do you plan to do next?”

  “To start with, I thought I’d move near you. It’s a big city. I’m sure I can find a job that pays comparably to this one.”

  “Sounds great.” I hesitated only a second, then plunged in. “Or, you could move in here. Are you ready for that?”

  There was a brief pause, and Kim made a choked noise caught between a laugh and a sob. “I was hoping you’d ask me.”

  The following weekend she sold most of her furniture, moved some into storage, and brought the rest of her things to my apartment. I hadn’t lived with anyone since Alyssa. It was strange at first, having an extra person and all her stuff filling my space. But it was Kim and she was very accommodating, so it wasn’t too difficult. Her presence was a pleasure and made me realize how lonely I’d been before she came into my life.

  We worked out a routine and set up guidelines to harmonize our living arrangement, but inevitably, things weren’t perfect. Each of us tested the boundaries of our special relationship. It was different because we were doing more than simply moving in together and finding out about each other’s bad habits. We were defining our roles of Master and slave ‑‑ a delicate balancing act.

  “I don’t want you to go any further into role-playing than you’re comfortable with,” I told Kim. “But at the same time, if I’m really the one in charge I have to make decisions for both of us sometimes, about financial things and some personal matters, too. We can discuss things, but ultimately you will defer to my judgment.”

  She nodded. “It’s what I signed up for. It’s what I counted on.” She hugged and kissed me. “Don’t worry if we don’t get it perfect immediately. We’re a work in progress. And, I promise, no more opening the window while the air conditioning is on, if you think you could work on picking your socks up off the floor.”

  * * * * *

  One evening a few days after she moved in, I decided to test her claim that the sub life was what she had “signed up for.” Although we were slowly setting boundaries and working out resolutions of little conflicts that came up in the course of sharing space, I hadn’t yet been hard or aggressive about imposing my will. I figured we were both still learning each other’s expectations.

  While Kim wasn’t overly extravagant with money, she was no spendthrift either, and I’d have to rein in her buying habits. It was going to be a problem in the future if I didn’t nip it in the bud now. She also had a tendency to sidestep my commands sometimes by pretending not to understand exactly what I’d meant or reworking the order to fit what she wanted to do.

  We’d discussed what obedience meant to each of us, and Kim had sworn my will was her law. That particular evening, I wanted to test how obedient she would be if I gave her an order she wasn’t interested in following.

  Kim sat at one end of the couch, and I lay with my head in her lap watching a movie. It was an exciting suspense flick, which I’d picked because she loved reading and watching mysteries. I waited patiently through the plot’s buildup and chose the most exciting moment, when all the secrets were about to be revealed, to stop the movie. The screen went blue, then I turned the show off.

  “Wait! What?” Kim cried out.

  “I want to play for a while. We can finish the movie later.” I sat up, swinging my legs around and setting my feet on the floor.

  “But, there were only ten minutes left! I want to know what happens,” she protested.

  “You will. After I’m satisfied.” I stared into her eyes, letting her know my will would not be denied.

  “Sweetheart, can’t we play later? I’d really like to finish the movie first.”

  I didn’t say anything for a second then chose my words carefully. “You promised to obey without question as long as the demand isn’t harmful. Isn’t that our agreement?”

  “And I would obey if it was something that mattered, but it won’t hurt to wait ten more minutes. Then I’ll do whatever you want.”

  “Except I’ve told you I want you now. I have my reasons, and it’s not up to you to question them. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Her tone was the annoyed mutter of a sulky teenager.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Kim’s lips thinned, and her jaw tightened for a second then relaxed. “Yes, Sir,” she repeated more pleasantly. “What would you like me to do?”

  “Strip first,” I commanded. “Put on some music and go slowly. I love to watch you dance.”

  Obediently, Kim went to the stereo and turned on a pulsing, rhythmic melody. She sauntered back across the room, shedding clothes as she came so that by the time she stood before me again, she was completely naked. It wasn’t much of a striptease. Clearly, she was in a hurry, and her heart wasn’t in it.

  “Suck me off.”

  As if in a timed race, Kim dropped to her knees and opened my fly. My cock, always ready at the sight of her naked body, sprang free. She took it in her fist and pumped up and down. She swallowed the engorged head into the heat and slickness of her mouth. There was no finesse or sign of pleasure in her actions. I could tell she wanted to finish me off fast and get back to the movie.

  This was what I had expected might happen. It was the reason I’d tested her. I decided it was time for Kim’s next lesson. She must learn the difference between grudging compliance and a sincere desire to submit ‑‑ to always put my desires first. I put my hand on her head and pushed her off my dick. “Stop!”

  Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at me. “What now?”

  “Do you want to be in this relationship?” I demanded. “Are you truly committed to it?”

  “Yes! Of course. I told you I want it, but you’re making a petty demand, interrupting the movie on purpose just to bug me and prove some kind of point.”

  “Exactly. I’m proving a point. You need to be ready to defer to me all the time, not just when you’re in the mood. I expect you to take your time and put yourself into pleasing me. There should be no other desire in your mind besides satisfying me.” I sat silent for a moment, letting the words sink in.

  Kim knelt at my feet, looking up into my face, her expression inscrutable. “Yes…Sir.”

  I allowed more gentleness into my firm tone. “I realize sometimes you’re not going to be into sex play for one reason or another, but don’t show that reluctance to me. I believe if you play-act having a good time, you’ll surprise yourself and get into it.”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Now, go back to your blowjob and put some heat into it,” I commanded.

  Kim’s head lowered, but her eyes didn’t leave mine. A look of molten heat beamed from her half-closed eyes. She was sultry and hot as a porn star as she ever so slowly wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock again and drew it back into her mouth.

  “Mmm.” She gave a long, drawn out moan, and her eyes closed even further as if she’d never felt the sensation of dick touching her tongue before. She sucked hard and deep for several moments, then let the entire wet length of my prick slip from her mouth. “It tastes so good. Thank you for letting me suck you, Sir.” She said it without a trace of sarcasm. And even though the words were manufactured for my benefit, lust arched through me. My heart raced, and my cock swelled.

  “More,” I demanded. “I like when you suck my balls.”

  Immediately, Kim dropped her face down and burrowed between my thighs. She lapped all over my sac, wetting it thoroughly with saliva. Then she took one of my balls into her mouth and rolled her tongue over it. She sucked in the other, and her tongue roamed over them both. Muffled moans rose from her throat.

  I shivered at the stimulating sensation. I loved the way she looked with her face smashed up tight against my cock as she gobbled me into her mouth.

  After a bit, she released my sac and went back to sucking cock, her moans enhancing the experience for both of us. Her eyebrows were drawn together as she conc
entrated on the task. With each stroke, my shaft was revealed, glistening and throbbing. I couldn’t look away from her lips stretched around its girth.

  Kim’s moans and cries were no longer acting as her mouth and hands worshipped my cock like it was a sacred totem. Her tongue licked up and down its length then she swallowed it until she gagged.

  That gagging sound turned me on, making me want to fuck her mouth harder. I gripped handfuls of her long blonde hair as I pumped into her. The blowjob was great, but what really aroused me was the knowledge of my power over her. “I want to see my come hit your tongue,” I grated out just before a spasm of release shook me.

  Kim’s mouth opened wide and her tongue extended to catch the white spurts of come. “Mm,” she murmured as she swallowed. She licked a pearly drop from the edge of her mouth then sat back on her heels, wiping her lips with her hand. “I love the way you taste, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to please you.”

  “Thank you, little slut. That was much better.” I felt a thrill of triumph at the way my test had turned out. Tonight I’d taught Kim to really submit to my will, not just give lip service to the idea.

  “I’m sorry for questioning your judgment. Would you like to administer punishment? Maybe a spanking?” She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I knew she was only half kidding. She was such a pain whore; she always welcomed a smack.

  I smiled and shook my head. “The idea is tempting. You know I love to slap your butt red. But I think the punishment I have in mind proves my point better. If you’re really my slave, my desires must always come first for you. I’ve decided you may not watch the rest of the movie. I think that will teach you the lesson of non-attachment better than a paddling.” I laughed. “Especially since you seem to like paddlings.”

  A momentary frown passed over Kim’s forehead, then she bowed her head in compliance. “Yes, Sir. I understand the lesson, and I’ll do better next time you ask me to do something.” She looked up with a smirk. “However, I hope we’re done with this particular lesson. I hate missing the end of a mystery.”

  I leaned forward and pulled her up onto my lap, cuddling her close to my chest and pressing my cheek against her hair. “I love you, Kim. Always remember everything I do to train you is for your benefit as much as mine. I want you to be content the way you only can be if you relax and submit.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She turned her face and nuzzled into my neck. Her fingers clung to my shoulder. “I’ve been more fulfilled and satisfied over these past weeks than I’ve ever been before in my life. And despite the fact that I get stubborn sometimes, I do want to please you.”

  “Good.” I was happy to hear her say it. “I didn’t mean my test to seem petty and controlling, but I knew something as simple as missing the end of that movie would affect you.”

  “You were right.” She traced her finger along the line of my jaw. “There’s still a lot of post-feminist woman in me that has trouble deferring to you ‑‑ especially if I don’t see the logic behind it. It might take me some time to learn to let go, but I do want to, and I’ll keep trying.” She laughed, the vibration moving from her body into mine. “And you were right that once I played at being turned on, it didn’t take long for it to be true.”

  “For my part, I’ll consider hard before I give you orders. Although, shutting the window while the air is on is non-negotiable.” I joined in her laughter.

  Chapter Eight

  Our life together wasn’t all about the Dom/sub relationship we were developing. Like any other couple, we went out to movies, ball games, museums, and concerts. We ate at restaurants with friends, some couples I knew through my work, others we’d met in the BDSM community. I discovered Kim’s competitive spirit as we played racquetball and shot pool. She never bowed down or surrendered where winning a game was concerned, and I wouldn’t have wanted her to.

  We both enjoyed hiking the trails at a nearby state forest. The weather was still chilly, but the buds on the trees were starting to unfurl into tiny leaves. One afternoon we walked a path through the woods holding hands. The sun shone weakly through the pale green canopy, and Kim’s pale blonde hair glowed silvery in its light. Last fall’s dead leaves crunched underfoot as a breeze wafted the earthy scent of fresh dirt through the air. The whole earth felt vibrant and alive.

  “Want to take a break? Get off the path for a while?” Kim asked.

  It was exactly what I’d been thinking. We detoured down a faint trail blazed by deer or maybe teenagers looking for place to party. The path led to an open glade set in a circle of trees. The wood was so still, not even a bird broke the silence. Kim set her knapsack on the ground and pulled out a bottle of wine and plastic cups she’d brought along. I uncorked the bottle, and we sat, sipping the Chardonnay. Kim, the wine connoisseur, explained why it was a good wine, and I nodded as if I understood. Wine knowledge was not my forte.

  The flavor was crisp and dry. I rolled it over my tongue and said, “It’s all right, but it needs something…maybe just a little more sweetness. Take off your top and bra.”

  Kim’s eyebrow raised, but she shed her clothes as requested.

  I pressed her to the ground with kisses, pinning her under my body, the scent of crushed pine needles rising around us. I covered her mouth with mine while my hand slipped between us to fondle her breasts, tugging on the peaked nipples.

  Her fingers curled in my hair, and she angled her head to deepen the kiss. She tasted like wine, fruity and a little sweet, her tongue warmly caressing mine.

  I kissed her until we were both breathless, then sat up and lifted the wine bottle. Tilting it carefully, I let wine trickle over her breasts, rolling over the round globes and the flat plane of her chest to pool in the hollow of her throat. Below her tits, the liquid dripped down to her belly button and gathered there. I might not be a connoisseur, but I knew red wine would make a better contrast with her pale skin and wished that was what we’d brought today.

  Leaning down, I sipped the wine from the hollow of her throat and lapped it from her breasts, catching more of the droplets before they rolled down her sides. My tongue laved the slopes of her tits in broad strokes. I sucked her hard nipples into my mouth, savoring the wine-flavored flesh.

  Kim stretched her arms above her head, lifting her chest toward my suckling mouth. She dug her fingers into the grass and held on. “Mm, that feels nice. So does the breeze.”

  “Not too cold?”

  She shook her head.

  “Then you won’t mind if I do this.” I sat up and pulled her shoes and socks off, then her jeans and underwear. I didn’t stop until Kim was nude as Eve in the garden, spread like a dryad against the forest floor. “You look so beautiful like that.”

  She smiled and stretched, arching her torso from the ground.

  I poured more wine on her flat stomach then leaned to lap it up, swirling my tongue in her navel and licking all the way from her rib cage to her pubic bone. I dribbled more liquid onto her smooth pussy, then feasted on the sticky wine combined with her musky juices. My hands wrapped around her thighs, holding them apart, and I buried my face in between, licking and sucking her folds and the dark crevice there.

  Kim moaned and wiggled under my grip, trying to thrust her hips, but I pinned her to the ground, holding her steady while I ravaged her sex with tongue and teeth. She gasped, groaned, and twisted as I drove her to a frenzy.

  “Oh, please, please,” she begged after I’d brought her to the edge of orgasm then backed off several times. Her sweating face grimaced with the effort of achieving climax.

  I stroked her trembling thighs with both hands, doused her pussy with one last splash of wine and bent to finish the task. A few well-placed licks and Kim jerked and gave a loud cry. I let go of her thighs so she could fly like a bird released from its cage.

  She bucked up and down, and I continued to ride her with my mouth pressed firmly to her clit. Finally, when I knew I’d wrung every last drop of bliss out of her, I pulled my mouth away and watched h
er thrashing slowly subside into quivers, like temblors after a big quake. I ran my hand up her body. It was sticky from crotch to breasts.

  After a quick glance around the quiet clearing to make sure we were still the only people enjoying the privacy of the woods on this fine spring day, I stripped off my clothes. The cool breeze on my skin and the beauty of nature surrounding us gave an added thrill to being naked ‑‑as did the chance of discovery, which heightened all my senses.

  I lay on the ground and offered Kim the wine bottle. She poured and lapped it off my chest as I’d done to her. The cool alcohol trickling over my chest and Kim’s hot tongue licking it off was intoxicating. She paid special attention to my nipples, alternating between sucking and nibbling them. I closed my eyes and melted into the sensation.

  She worked her way down the plane of my chest to my abdomen, periodically anointing me with a splash of wine. By the time she reached my cock, I was shaking with need. I looked down at her through half-closed eyes, watching as she tipped the bottle just enough to wet the swollen purple head of my cock.

  Kim licked the dripping wine from the length of my erection like a child licking an ice cream cone. The flash of her pink tongue laving over the head and up and down the sides of my cock was a beautiful sight. Setting the wine bottle aside, she got to serious work, sucking me deep into her throat and working the base of my cock with her encircling fist. She knew just how hard I liked her to pump, and between her sucking mouth and massaging hand, I was soon at the edge of coming.

  I gripped the grass and pine needles on either side of me as I thrust into her mouth. Even with eyes closed, I could see the sun shining through the leaves and stared at the bright red glow behind my eyelids, concentrating until I felt I was one with it. I rose, ascending into the light, my hips jerking sharply, then froze as sunlight burst through me and fried my synapses.

  I heard myself cry out, a guttural groan that didn’t even sound like me. I felt like I was hovering above my body observing my orgasm at the same time as I experienced it. The feeling was so intense I came back into myself with a thud when it was over.