The Perfect Dom

by Lucy Felthouse

  He said nothing, so I merely followed in silence up two flights, before coming to a stop as William unlocked his apartment door.

  Once inside, I half expected him to pin me against the door and kiss me breathless like he had in the lift. Instead, he pointed to a door on the far side of the room, and said, “Go in there. Take off all of your clothes, put them neatly on the chair. Then bend over the bed and wait for me.”

  I gave a small nod, then immediately moved to do his bidding. My blood thundered through my veins, and my pussy grew ever slicker. My clit was a veritable time bomb, needing but the briefest touch to make it explode. Entering the bedroom, I closed the door behind me and removed my clothes quickly, dropping them and my bag onto the chair as he’d requested.

  Then I moved over to the bed, placed my palms on the mattress and bent over. As my ass pointed rudely into the air, I felt a trickle of my pussy juices slide down and coat my inner thighs. By now, I was in no doubt that William would coax lots more juices out of me, and a great many orgasms. My entire body buzzed with anticipation. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait too much longer for my encounter to begin.

  I closed my eyes as I heard the door open. It hadn’t been part of William’s orders, but I always felt everything so much more keenly when I was deprived of my sight. It also seemed to make my hearing sharper, and I used that benefit to try and work out what he was doing.

  A soft click as he closed the bedroom door. Clothes brushing against one another as he crossed the room. More fabric sounds, and a zzzip as he undid his jeans. The soft thwap as each garment hit the floor. Movement. The open... then the close of a drawer. The unmistakeable and incredibly erotic sound of...

  He was right behind me. There was silence, but somehow I could sense him, and I even fancied I could feel the heat of his body permeating into my naked skin.

  “Good,” he said quietly, reaching out a hand to stroke my behind, “you’ve followed my directions exactly. Unfortunately for you, though, even good girls get punished.”

  My heart rate increased at his words. I knew what he held in his free hand, and I was desperate to feel it on my flesh. I remained silent; waiting. Willing him to get on with it. To bring me to the earth-shattering climax I so needed.

  I was so deep inside my own head, examining my wants and needs that the first strike of the leather paddle actually took me by surprise. I couldn’t stop the yelp that burst from my lips, but I didn’t move. Proudly, I remained bent over the bed, my ass remaining resolutely elevated and waiting for the next hit. Already, the sting and the heat were morphing into something much more pleasurable, and my clit and vulva swelled. If William took the time to look, I was sure he would be presented with an incredibly lewd sight. I hoped he didn’t, though. Not yet. If he peeked now, he may not be able to resist thrusting his cock between my pouting labia and into my eager cunt. I wanted it, of course, but I could get straight sex anywhere.

  First, I needed to have my kinky desires sated. And, as the second strike landed on my eager buttocks, I thanked the inventor of the Internet for enabling me to find someone willing to do it, even though I was over a thousand miles from home with only a basic grip of the native language. I made no sound this time, merely sucking in a breath through my nostrils and enjoying the rush of endorphins that coursed through my bloodstream. My pussy throbbed. By the time William got around to fucking me, I’d probably have wetness running down to my ankles.

  I wiggled my ass enticingly, inviting the next blow. My coquettishness obviously annoyed William, as he picked up his pace. Smacks three, four and five came in rapid succession, and I barely had chance to absorb the feelings from each before the next one arrived. Despite this, he’d taken great care to ensure that he was covering different parts of my ass and even the tops of my thighs, so by the time he’d completed the round of punishment - fifteen spanks - the entire area was burning. You could have fried an egg on my ass.

  I slumped down a little, resting my forehead on the bed, my chest heaving. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so incredibly horny. My cunt was so ready that I fancied it was gaping, ready to gobble the next cock that came within fucking distance, and my clit ached, almost to the point of pain.

  I was on the knife-edge of climax, so when I heard the open and close of a drawer, the tearing of a wrapper, and the snap of rubber, I quickly pushed myself back up on my arms, presenting my reddened ass to him once more. William stroked his finger along my vulva, and finding me soaked, bothered with no further foreplay. With one hand he aimed his cockhead at my entrance, and with the other he gripped my ass cheek.

  He slid inside me to the hilt - I was so wet that he met with zero resistance - and I stretched to accommodate him. I hadn’t seen what my fellow Brit had to offer in the trouser department, but now his cock was buried inside me, I knew he was blessed. Not ridiculously so, but enough to please any woman. Or man, for that matter.

  I was wound so tight that I was convinced a mere puff of air against my clit would send me reeling into orgasm. But William was nowhere near as gentle as that. He began to thrust inside my saturated cunt, and the room was filled with a rude sucking sound that would have bordered on embarrassing if I hadn’t been so damn horny and desperate to come. He increased his pace, shoving inside me forcefully, his fingertips digging into my abused buttocks, sending fresh zings of pleasure/pain to my pussy.

  His grunts and moans added to the sucking sounds, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. The paddling he’d given me had obviously turned him on massively, too. I got my answer in kind when he reached around my hip, slipped his hand between my legs and pinched my clit as he continued to fuck me with jerky, shallow thrusts.

  That was all it took. My clit was like an overfilled balloon, bursting at the tiniest provocation. I gripped the bedspread until my knuckles turned white, my cunt spasming wildly around William’s cock as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure slammed into my body. I almost passed out with the sensation, it was so intense. I shook my head dazedly, determined to stay coherent enough to enjoy the thing I’d been craving for so long.

  I was vaguely aware of William’s grunted expletives and the twitches of his shaft as he emptied his own release inside me. But to be honest, I didn’t really care. He wasn’t my boyfriend. He was barely even a lover. He was just a fuck. I chastised myself. I should be nicer to him, I decided, because although he was just a fuck, he was a damn good one. And he was hopefully going to be a frequent one that would be willing to scratch my kinky itches until my season at the campsite was up.

  Because the spanking had just been the beginning. I had many more bedroom fetishes I liked to indulge in, and, as William pulled out and dragged me onto the bed with him, his cock already reawakening, I knew he was the perfect candidate to play my kinky games.

  For the next six months, anyway.

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