The Perfect Dom

by Lucy Felthouse

  When Giovanna reached for his belt, Philip knew the books were done for. It was just a matter of time. She undid his belt and fly, then eased his straining prick out of his boxers.

  Philip gulped, and stared at the pile of books as though he could pin them into place with his gaze. Adding to his torment was the fact that the books being there meant he couldn’t see what Giovanna was doing. And she was a seriously unpredictable woman. The last few weeks had proven that.

  A gasp escaped his lips as Giovanna’s hand wrapped around his swollen shaft and began to stroke it. Slowly, at first, then faster until Philip felt his orgasm hurtling towards him at an alarming speed. The books swayed dangerously as his lungs pulled in the air he so desperately needed. He sent a silent prayer to any deity that might be listening to just keep those books upright until he’d come. Once he’d come he could deal with anything, including any punishment Giovanna might see fit to dish out after allowing those goddamn hardbacks to hit the floor.

  As it happened, the acts were simultaneous. As Giovanna’s expert fingers teased a climax out of him, the resulting jolt from his body sent the books tumbling. Luckily, the heavy tomes went off to one side, rather than hitting either of them. Even more luckily for Philip, Giovanna didn’t stop touching him. In fact, she continued to work his cock until she’d milked every last drop of spunk out of him until he was spent and gasping like a man starved of oxygen.

  As he struggled to get some semblance of normality back to his breathing and demeanour, Giovanna stood and stalked away. Philip frowned. He hadn’t exactly been expecting a cuddle, but to walk away without a word? His unasked questions were answered as she returned with a tea towel from the kitchen and dropped it into his lap with a smile - the first he’d ever seen from her.

  “Clean yourself up,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “It’s month end. You’ve got some more books to balance.”

  Feeling the Heat

  Watching her boyfriend, Taylor, as he picked up the mug of coffee and made to head straight back outside, Maisie let out an exaggerated sigh. Folded her arms for good measure.

  Taylor turned to where she sat at the kitchen table with a magazine. “What’s up babe?”

  She raised her eyebrows, unable to believe that he didn’t already know the answer to the question. Then, realizing she was going to have to spell it out for him, she did just that.

  “One, you didn’t thank me for the coffee I made you. Two, you’re spending more time in that fucking garage than with me just lately. I’m beginning to think you’ve got another woman stashed in there, rather than that bloody car!”

  Crossing the room to where she sat, he bent and dropped a kiss on her hair. “I’m sorry, Mais. Thank you for the coffee.”

  With that, he headed back towards the door. He was almost out of it when Maisie spoke again. “Is that it?”

  He spun to face her again, the movement inevitably making him spill coffee on the floor. “What do you mean, is that it?”

  “I mean, you thanked me for the coffee, under duress. But what about the car?”

  “What about it? It’s broken. I need to fix it.”

  “It’s a heap of shit.”

  “It’s a heap of shit that gets us from A to B, and without it, we’re pretty much screwed. And you know we can’t afford anything else. I’m fixing it out of necessity, not to annoy you!”

  She knew he was right, but she was still so disgruntled that there was no way she was going to admit it.

  “Huh,” she said, a parting shot as Taylor returned to the garage, “you could’ve fooled me.”

  She wasn’t sure if he’d heard her, as he didn’t react. She hadn’t shouted, but hadn’t exactly mumbled, either, so there was a good chance that he knew exactly what she’d said and was now quietly fuming in the garage.

  And now, to add insult to injury, he’d buggered off, leaving her to clean up the coffee spill on the floor. She stood, shoving her chair back so hard in the process that it crashed into the adjacent cupboard. The possibility that it might have chipped the paint pissed her off even more. Stomping to the sink, she grabbed a cloth and moved to mop up the spill.

  Once she was finished cleaning the coffee up, Maisie threw the cloth back into the sink and stalked into the garage. The sight of Taylor standing there casually sipping from his mug sent her already frayed temper to fever pitch.

  “I don’t believe you.” She said, staring daggers at him.

  Taylor sighed. “What now, babe?”

  She knew full well how unreasonable she was being, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. Once her temper took over, it was best just to let it rage until it burned out. Taylor was used to it by now. He’d long since stopped arguing with her, knowing whatever he said would be wrong.

  “What now? Are you kidding me? You claim you’re busy fixing the car, and I come out here and you’re standing around drinking coffee!”

  She expected him to come back with some quip about being allowed a break, or something. What she didn’t expect was for him to place his mug carefully on a shelf, move so he was standing right in front of her, then grab her wrists.

  “Let me - ”

  “Shut up,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. His face was stony, his grip firm, and despite how pissed off she was with him, Maisie felt a tug of arousal low down her abdomen.

  Taylor continued. “I’m fed up of you bitching. I am fixing that car for us, you understand?”

  “B - ”

  “I’m not done,” he squeezed her wrists, causing her to wince. “I have no choice but to fix the damn car - we need it. So if you’re so bothered about it, you can help me.”

  A multitude of thoughts and questions went through her head. But before she had chance to pull anything to the forefront of her mind and voice it, Taylor was tugging her towards the shelving unit where he’d put his drink. He grabbed something, then steered her so her back was to the bonnet of the car.

  He shoved her so she had no choice but to sit down. Then, he moved to the side of the car, grabbed her arm and used whatever it was he’d retrieved from the shelf to secure her arm to the wing mirror. Twisting, she was it was some kind of rubbery, twisty tube thing. Almost like a pipe cleaner, but much thicker, sturdier, and not furry.

  Opening her mouth to protest, she was silenced by a look from Taylor as he walked to the other side of the car and secured her free arm in the same fashion.

  “So,” he said, his lighter tone belying his mood, “you gonna help me out then, babe?”

  “I don’t see how - ”

  “Don’t worry, it’s very simple. You sit there, your pretty little arse on the car and I’ll rev the engine. You can tell me from the heat and the vibrations what the problem is.”

  Knowing nothing about cars beyond how to operate one and fill it with fuel, Maisie had no idea if he was joking or not. She suspected he had some ulterior motive. Perhaps he hoped hot metal burning her arse would shut her up. She wriggled, testing her restraints, but it was useless. A flicker of fear wavered through her body. Was he really going to burn her? She had a denim skirt on, sure, but what protection would that be from the heat of an engine?

  Maisie heard the car door open, and the vehicle dipped as Taylor got in. Then the chug of the engine, which fired immediately. It obviously has no problems starting. A couple of heavy pushes on the accelerator had the vibrations rolling through her body, and despite her indignance at being trussed up like a turkey, Maisie felt juices pooling in her rapidly swelling pussy. If he carried on revving the car up like that, the juices would soon leak down her crack, seep through her underwear and skirt, and start dripping onto the hot metal beneath. And serve him right, too.

  The slam of a car door, and suddenly Taylor was in front of her.

  “So,” he said with a smirk, “any idea what’s wrong with it, yet?”
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  His gaze raked her body, lingering on her tits - nestling in a tight top - and her groin. The position she was in meant that she’d had to part her legs for stability, and so from Taylor’s vantage point, there would be a view right up her skirt. No doubt he could see the stain spreading across her thong. The widening of his grin told her he’d noticed just that.

  “Well?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

  Now the engine had been running a little while, she felt her ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs beginning to heat up. Currently, though, it was nothing she couldn’t handle. The vibrations, on the other hand, were slowly pushing her in the direction of an orgasm and making it difficult for her to concentrate. If she pushed her ass harder against the car, maybe the vibrations would feel more intense, and get her off more quickly -

  A sharp slap just above her right knee snapped her back to the present.

  “Well?” Taylor said again, more loudly.

  The pain in her leg, which was rapidly morphing into heat, fed her temper further. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Tay. Even if there was some magical way of knowing what was wrong with a car by sitting on its bonnet, it wouldn’t be me that knew how to tell, would it? Stop being a prick, and let me go.”

  She yanked on her wrist restraints to emphasize her point.

  “You’re joking, right?” Taylor said, stepping closer to her and standing between her parted feet. “Let you go? When I’ve got you precisely where I want you? I don’t think so.”

  Maisie watched as Taylor’s hand moved between her legs and up her skirt. She gasped as his fingers contacted the sodden material of her thong, pushing against the sensitive, aroused flesh beneath. Her head lolled back as he pulled the gusset of the thong to one side and slipped his digits between her swollen, slick labia.

  An appreciative moan. “Well, somebody’s horny. What is it, Mais? The vibrations from the engine, or being tied up?” He continued, clearly not expecting an answer. “Or perhaps it’s both?”

  Maisie yelped as he entered her with two fingers, pumping them slowly in and out of her sodden core.

  “Fuck, Mais. You’re so tight. And hot. And... oh fuck it.”

  He pulled out, only to yank open his belt and fly, and release his cock, which was ready and raring to go.

  “Want it?” he said, with an arrogant grin.

  Maisie nodded. God yes, she wanted it. Only...

  She wriggled, noticing that the heat from the car was increasing. It wasn’t yet uncomfortable, but it was getting close enough to make her aware of its rising temperature.

  Taylor watched her every move, then clearly realized what the problem was. He reached down and touched the shiny metal that hid the engine from view. Then he grinned.

  “It’ll be all right, Mais. We’ll just have to be quick, is all.”

  He gave her a wink, then grabbed her legs and pulled her so her arms were stretched out as far as they would go, and her ass was pressing against Taylor’s straining dick. Straining her neck to watch, Maisie groaned in pleasure as her lover maneuvered the tip of his cock to her entrance, then paused for only a second before thrusting in to the hilt.

  Given that her arms were tied, and Taylor was holding her legs, she was completely at his mercy. The knowledge sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her body, and she did her best to writhe and thrust her hips beneath Taylor, hoping he’d take the hint and fuck her harder.

  She had no idea whether it was because of her movements, or because of his comment about being quick, but he picked up his pace considerably. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs as he rocked her on and off his cock like some kind of fucking machine. She didn’t care. The combination of all the stimuli meant that she was hovering on the very edge of her orgasm, and she knew it wouldn’t take very much to trigger it. She just hoped she came before she got burned - literally.

  “Tay...”

  “It’s okay, babe. I’m nearly there.”

  Sure enough, after a series of thrusts so rough that she wondered if the car would end up with a permanent imprint of her ass, Taylor came with a roar. He reached down to pinch her eager clit, and she plummeted into orgasm even as her lover climaxed inside her. A scream peeled from her throat as the delicious feeling radiated throughout her body, and her cunt convulsed around Taylor’s cock, milking it of every last drop of spunk.

  Closing her eyes and drifting on the blissful feelings, she was only vaguely aware of the growing discomfort of the skin of her back, bottom and thighs. It was only when she felt the restraint at one wrist being undone that she came to. Taylor was moving fast now, holding her up as he quickly slid her across the bonnet so he could undo her other tie. Then he yanked her up onto her feet, before reaching into the vehicle to kill the engine.

  “Can you stand?” he said, looking concerned.

  She nodded, though she wasn’t one hundred per cent sure if she meant it or not. Taylor let go, then put his hands to her hips and turned her around. The feather light touch of his hands on the heated skin of her thighs made her gasp.

  “Shit,” she heard behind her, “I’m sorry, Mais. I should never have left you on there that long. Let’s get you indoors. I’ll put some cream on you. I’m really sorry.”

  She said nothing, merely nodding and allowing Taylor to fuss over her. She deserved it, after all. The guy had tied her to a car and allowed her to really feel the heat from the engine, for god’s sake!

  The fact that she’d really enjoyed it and had come so hard she’d seen stars was something that she’d keep to herself. At least until he’d finished pampering her, anyway.

  The Perfect Dom

  “Spank me. Is that an invitation?”

  Shit. Mia had completely forgotten about him. Her flatmate, Katy, had asked if it was okay if her brother could stay on their sofa for a couple of nights. His own place was being fitted with a new bathroom and conditions over there weren’t exactly tantamount to hygiene. Mia had been rushing around in order to get to work and hadn’t really been paying attention, so she’d just agreed and then promptly forgotten.

  Now, however, she was being treated to a huge and incredibly embarrassing reminder. Katy was on a nightshift at the hospital so when Mia had woken up at 9p.m. - her own body clock being on that of working in the club, though tonight was her night off - she’d deemed it safe to wander to the kitchen to get a drink in what she was wearing.

  Big mistake. Alex was sitting on the sofa, an eyebrow quirked and a leering grin on his face. He held his iPad, and earphones hung around his neck. He’d obviously been watching a film or playing some ridiculous game before Mia had flipped the light on and sauntered through the living room in nothing but a skimpy vest and hotpants. The hotpants were, of course, what he was referring to. The fuchsia garment had SPANK ME emblazoned across the ass in large black lettering.

  Mia gave Alex a look that would have turned a lesser man to stone. He, however, simply grinned even more widely, then said, “Well? Do you need a firm hand to that luscious butt of yours? Like a spanking, do you?”

  Mia sighed. “Shut up, Alex. It’s none of your business. I’m just getting a drink. Get back to your damn gadget and leave me alone.”

  “Oooh, someone’s defensive. I’m just saying, you must have them for a reason. A statement like that printed on your backside would definitely be construed as an invitation in my book.”

  “Well, maybe it is an invitation, Alex. But it’s certainly not directed at you. Now if you’d kindly stop passing judgement on my non-existent sex life I’ll get my drink and get out of your way.”

  Without giving him chance to reply, Mia flounced off into the kitchen and made herself a drink of squash. As she stood at the sink, Alex’s voice came from right behind her, startling her and making her drop the glass. Luckily, it fell a mere couple of inches into the sink, but it didn’t stop Mia turni
ng furiously to Alex to give him a piece of her mind.

  “What?!” Alex said, his hands spread wide in supplication as he received yet another cool stare. “All I said was that if the invitation was directed at me, I’d definitely take you up on it. And I’d do it right, too.”

  Mia felt a mixture of embarrassment and anger colour and heat her face as Alex’s gaze assessed her from top to bottom. Much to her surprise, a further jolt of heat hit her groin and her nipples stiffened against the thin material of her vest top. She put it down to the fact that she was going through a dry patch. After all, if you go long enough without a good seeing to, people you wouldn’t normally consider start to look more and more attractive. Any port in a storm and all that. And as for Alex’s boast that he’d do it right, well...

  “Really? I’d like to see you try.”

  Fuck. Where had that come from? The look on Alex’s face told Mia that she had in fact said the words out loud. He was totally taken aback. He obviously hadn’t expected his blatant flirting to get him anywhere, and now she was challenging him.

  Now Mia had said the words, had laid down the challenge, she actually wanted to go through with it. She’d never looked at Alex that way - she’d always thought he was an arrogant arse - but that arrogance had to come from somewhere. Perhaps, despite the personality she’d always found so abrasive, he was exactly what she’d been looking for. The perfect Dom. Someone who could give her exactly what she wanted; needed. He might not be, of course, but if Mia didn’t at least find out she’d kick herself. One of her favourite philosophies was ‘I’d rather regret something I did do, than something I didn’t.’ She just hoped that Alex wasn’t all mouth and no trousers.

  “Seriously?” he said, not managing to keep the shock out of his voice.

  Mia gave a curt nod. It was now or never.