Sold as a Domme on Valentine's Day

by Juliana Conners

  “Then come.” That’s all Alex says, and that’s all it takes. The moment I’m given permission, I release at least two hours’ worth of buildup. Of tortured, denied orgasm. In one hot and heavy second, it all comes out and flows from me in a spinning, fiery disc of pleasure. Waves crash in, out and up through me, stealing my breath. I gasp under them, but no sound comes out. Just more trembling throughout my whole body.

  Vaguely, I’m aware of something hot and thick gushing from me. Spraying out around Alex’s hot and sturdy cock.

  “Good girl,” he says, not commenting on my liquids or my spray. Or whether he’s gotten wet, or cares. “Get ready to do that again. When I say.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I murmur, feeling exhausted, relieved and hungry simultaneously. While he has helped release one layer of tension inside me, another quickly builds. And that’s because he’s pumping his cock again. Filling me with his textured thickness. His silky length, which is even more slippery than before.

  I know it’s because of what I unleashed on him, but instead of shame, I feel prideful. Naughty. Wicked. Totally good and bad at the same time, and unlike the first time he entered me, I allow myself to fully enjoy the second round. To not be so concerned about feeling every move but enjoying the rhythm. Enjoying the swinging sensation, I’m surrounded by, now that he’s going as fast and hard as he wants.

  I’m practically floating. Never mind there are straps holding me, I’ve chocked that up to Alex’s demigod status. The magic that started the second he put a blindfold on, and the magic I’ve relinquished myself to. I allow myself to scream and moan. Praise him for all his good work. His kindness and generosity. I tell him what a good girl I want to be from now on. How honest I want to be.

  “I’m happy to hear that, baby girl,” Alex answers. This time, I hear him breathing heavily. Hard. “It means you and I can have more fun.” As he says this, I feel his fingers play with my asshole. I hate to admit it, but I like the dirty attention there. Much more so with his fingers than any plug. I wordlessly hum at his touch, hoping this will encourage him to do more. “You would like to have more fun, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I agree.

  “Then you’re going to let me play with this hole—” I gasp, feeling his thick finger plunge into my ass— “before I let you come again, is that understood?”

  “Yes,” I say loudly, feeling mortified and turned on by how much I’m enjoying his finger moving in and out of me, while his cock keeps pace in the other hole.

  “Good.” With that, Alex eases another finger into my tight, puckering ass. It resists for a moment, but with extra pressure, and lube from the liquid sloshing out of my gaping pussy, it eventually goes in with no trouble. Soon, I have two fingers pressing in and out of me, stimulating areas I didn’t know can be stimulated. Areas I didn’t think I’ll like being stimulated. It’s so pleasurable.

  “Oh, you’ve got such a hungry hole back here,” he whispers. “Shall we try for three?” He waits as though he’s thinking it through. “I think we should. It would give your ass a good stretch.”

  Panic bubbles up inside me. Three fingers. Three?

  “Do you trust me, pet?”

  “You know I do, Sir.”

  “Then don’t resist me.”

  I swallow hard and nod.

  “Good girl.”

  He eases a third finger in, and I really do feel stretched. But after a few seconds, my ass accommodates him with little trouble.

  “You’re a very good girl, aren’t you?”

  As he moves up and down, I feel the ridges on my asshole actually suck on him. Tighten around all three fingers. “You’re definitely going to be ready for some dick back here later.”

  I stiffen out of excitement and fear. “Now, Sir?”

  “No,” he says, actually having to work now to maintain a steady rhythm with his fingers and cock. It’s harder to do with three, than with two. But his effort makes him sound sexier. Even more in control, even if he might be losing it. “But think of this as practice.” I hear him let out a tight groan. “Now put your fingers down on your clit and rub until you come.”

  I do as he instructs and put my two favorite fingers down in front of me. They’re a little numb from gripping the handholds for so long, but they quickly develop a feel for my textures.

  The engorged feel of my lips and hidden pleasure spot. Though now it’s not so hidden. Quickly, I go to work rubbing both sides of my clit’s shaft, before crawling my fingers up toward the tip.

  This alone is enough to have me climbing quickly to a second, and equally powerful orgasm. My skin still feels like lava from my previous release, and this build up feels like more magma ready to explode. After less than a minute of touching myself, I’ve got thick webs of arousal coat my fingers.

  Like I do at home, I drag a fingernail across my hard, nubby clit. It’s still swollen, and I’m not sure if I’m touching it. But, when I cut my fingernail across the top, it shudders under a familiar zap of electricity, and I know I’ve hit the right spot.

  But now I’ve got to double check with Alex. “Can I come, Sir?”

  Inside me, I can feel Alex’s cock thickening. Heating to volcanic levels, letting me know he’s about ready to erupt. I don’t know how I know, but my pussy feels extra tingly. Extra attuned to him, despite the condom. “Come,” he commands. “Do it for me. Give me everything.” For the first time since our play began, Alex sounds as gentle as he is strong and manly. As tender as he is in control.

  With these thoughts, I quickly climb to orgasm. My body arches out of the swing, but Alex is right there, keeping time. Keeping rhythm with me. Just as a wave of gripping, suffocating pleasure somersault through me, I feel Alex’s tighten with me. I feel him pump hard and fast into me, before pushing his cock to the hilt and keeping it there.

  He comes with a grunt and a groan. There is a gasp, I sense he doesn’t want me to hear that. I do anyway, but I can tell he’s trying to keep that quiet and show how in control he is.

  Alex and I stay in that position for what feels like forever. But when he finally pulls out, it’s not without a last ripple of pleasure. Of happy vibration, as my lips finally let go of him with a literal “kiss” sound.

  After that, his fingers leave my forbidden space. And I feel sorrowfully empty. After having my ass plugged like that, I miss it when it’s gone.

  Nipple clamps come off my throbbing nipples next, followed unceremoniously by the blindfold.

  When I finally get to see the world around me again, I feel like I died, went to Heaven and just came back to earth. All the colors seem brighter. All the light seems softer. More magical.

  And Alex…he’s more beautiful than I ever imagined anyone could be. More tender and strong than any pseudo-boyfriend I’ve ever had. He’s standing in front of me without a shred of clothing on, but he’s got all the dignity of the demigod I know he is. The condom hangs loosely from him, looking as my entire body feels. Not even 50 runs on the slopes would feel like this thrilling, this all encompassing

  Alex comes over and unhooks me from the swing. Without a word, he picks me up in that effortless manner he’s been maneuvering me all night. I snuggle into his chest, as he pulls back the covers on the bed and places me inside of them. He pulls them over me gently, brushing the hair out of my face.

  “Rest is important now, pet,” Alex murmurs, taking off the condom and throwing it in a nearby trashcan. “I worked you hard, and now I’ll hold you tight.”

  Now that I’m in bed, I’m feeling cozy. Tired. Satisfied. Sated. But not too tired to cuddle him when he climbs into bed on the other side. I wrap my arms and legs around him, happy to use all my soft and curvy bits to cushion him after a night of such strenuous work. I kiss him on his chest before I have time to think about what I’ve done.

  I kiss him again, not bothering to think at all.

  With that, it’s not long before I fall asleep. I don’t even know when I do exactly, but after some point, I become
aware of nothing except my own breathing. My own heartbeat beating around in a pool of exhaustion, which I submit to readily.

  ***

  When I wake up sometime later, Alex is fast asleep. Or at least I think he is until I get up and start to play “treasure hunt” with all the clothes I took off. At that point, he stirs. Looks up, as if not even sleep destroys his sexy, put-together vibe. “Leaving me already?” he asks.

  “Just for a while,” I say gently.

  I’ve gathered all my clothes, and I begin put them on. Starting with my shoes and ending with my bra and sweater. The same ones I took off for him a few short hours ago. “I need to go check up on Mariah and take care of some…business.”

  Though I can’t see any indication of time because the blinds are drawn, my internal clock says it’s sometime in the early morning. Maybe five or six. While I don’t know what time, Mariah will come back to the room (or if she’ll come back at all), I want to be there for her when and if she shows.

  Plus, I want to take a shower. Get myself together again before Mariah and I cross paths.

  Luckily, Alex doesn’t seem all that disappointed or surprised by the news. He just smiles and says, “Okay, beautiful. Whatever you need to do, you do.” He sits up on an elbow. “But I expect to see you later.”

  “Most definitely!” I say, checking my back pocket for my phone. It’s still there, despite the wild activity. “I was going to say I would see you later, but you beat me to it!” God, I think, drinking in his sinewy, somewhat muscled chest and tummy, you are too sexy to be legal! And to think I got you all to myself!

  Alex bites his lip, looking amused. It’s as if he can see into my mind, read my thoughts. “It’s a date then, Jane.” He snuggles back into the bed I’ve left, hugging the pillow I slept on to him. “See you soon.”

  “Yep!”

  With that, I hurry to the door. As I reach to open it, I take a moment to caress the sex wings still hanging there. Even just touching it makes me wet. I smile and hustle my ass out. Before he changes his mind and decides to fuck it.

  Closing the door quietly and firmly behind me, I make my way back to the room I share with Mariah. I knock before putting the key card in. While I’m sure they wouldn’t have come back here to have sex, I want to make sure I don’t disrupt anything.

  When I don’t hear anything after a second courtesy knock, I let myself in.

  As I expected, the room’s empty.

  “Well,” I murmur to myself, heading to the bathroom and undressing, “that’ll give me time to freshen up a bit before any company.”

  After undressing, I turn on the water for the shower and climb in. Not long after the warm water massages my aching muscles, my thoughts return to Alex. To all how he touched and tasted me. All the ways he filled me. Not just physically, but emotionally.

  And to think I was just coming on this trip for Mariah. For her fulfillment. I grab a lavender-scented bar of soap and latherer it on my tender, happy skin. As I do, memories of my wild and satisfying night circle through my thoughts. But I was the one who got my needs met. And I didn’t have to live vicariously through my friend. I worked the soap into my creases, enjoying bits of sensitivity as I do. And I finally found the man I’ve been dreaming about. I sigh, and some of my floaty feelings dissipate. But I can’t get too serious about him. This is just for the weekend. Just for this trip. I can’t ask for any more than that. I rinse the soap from my body, watching it go down the drain. To do so would be selfish and stupid.

  Chapter 17

  Alex

  December 25— Christmas Day.

  Fresh mountain air rushing past my face is the only thing that cools my memories of last night. Of Jane swinging helplessly and lusciously sex swing, surrendering to my every whim. My every motion and desire. More than that, the feeling of her hunger — her equal willingness to submit— that’s what excites me, even now. Even as I’m skiing down a difficult run with my brother.

  Jordan’s here as well, but he lingers on the side of us. Closer to the woods, the wild side of the slopes. The way he moves, it’s like he’s a member of my wolf pack, working to corner Paul when he refuses to answer us.

  With a simple gesture from me, Paul’s escape route is cut off by Jordan. “That’s our money that went into your good night, man.” Exactly as I’d silently hoped, the way he’s positioned himself means that Paul can’t just get away. Sneak past, like he’s done for the last hour and a half. “You’re, like, obligated to tell us how it went. What happened.”

  My brother just activates his super-Jaguar powers and bends past and through Jordan. It’s like he’s not even there. “I don’t remember that being part of the deal,” he answers. “You wanted me to forget about Darla, and I forgot about her.” He zips down an incline, purposely spraying some snow in Jordan’s face. “Mission accomplished.”

  Jordan shakes off the snow and flips him the bird. Of course, my brother returns fire, which only pisses off my friend more. I watch as Jordan skates down toward him saying, “That wasn’t a five-dollar fuck, yo. We deserve some details.” He pauses, looking frustrated at more than just the snow melting into his jacket. Into his uncovered spots. “I mean, at least give me something, man!”

  I choose this moment to coast up to my brother and whisper, “He didn’t get any girl to take his bid, so his bed was empty.”

  A snowball collides with the side of my head almost instantaneously. “Hey! You said you wouldn’t tell him that!”

  I dust the snow off, talking over Jordan’s temper tantrum. “Seriously, though. I’d like to hear something about what it was like with her, bro.” I pat my brother on his snowflaked shoulder. “At least so we now our money went to a good cause.”

  My brother sighs in defeat, throwing up his hands. “Fine. It was great.” Watching the idiotic grin that spreads across his face, I know he’s not lying. “Well worth the money. Every dollar of it.” He shrugs, deciding to leave me behind in the powder. “Happy?”

  “Yeah,” I say, bringing up the rear. “I guess I understand you not wanting to go into too many details.” In my head, Jane’s there again. Naked. Blindfolded. Nipples clamped, and pussy pink and puffy. I poke my ski poles into the snow, but my mind is still on her. On my cock poking into her pussy. Sliding into her folds, like skis sliding through the ice and snow. “I bought her friend,” I murmur, trying to put my mind on something concrete before I get a boner in below-zero weather. “You know, Jane?”

  My brother swivels around to face me. “Yeah?”

  I blush more deeply than I think I ever have. “Well, she was worth it, too,” I mumble. “When she said that she was open to anything, she meant it…” Before I’ve even done speaking, I’m back to fantasizing. Feeling the tickle slapper and butt plug in my hand, instead of my ski poles.

  Something in me stirs. Just as I conjure up the feeling of Jane’s breasts, the feeling of her pussy closing around my fingers, I get the urge to look down toward the lodge. Toward the café below.

  Jane and Mariah are down there, sipping cups of warm drinks. Probably coffee, knowing Jane. Or a mocha. If I went down there, I would know for sure. As I’m watching her — drinking her in like caffeine — I don’t even realize how far forward I’m leaning. How intense my gaze is. If I went down there, I could offer to pay for more food. Or drink. Whatever she wants.

  The sound of my brother’s voice shakes me out of my meditation.

  “I’m going to go talk to her,” he says suddenly as if he’s just been possessed by a winter demon.

  Jordan rushes up toward us. “Who?”

  “Mariah.” Without wasting another second, Paul digs my ski poles into the side of the hill and launches himself down a barely-visible path toward her.

  “You’ve got it bad, man,” shouts Jordan, coming to stand right my brother was a second ago.

  He’s not the only one who has got it bad, I think, watching him float effortlessly down the snow toward his lady. If I followed you, I’d be going to t
he gates of heaven too. That thought sits in my head like a heavy blanket. Who would’ve thought you would get that serious about her…and when you swore never to get serious about anyone.

  I grin and call down to him, “You really like her, don’t you?”

  “I’m not getting serious about her,” he shouts back as if he can read my mind. “I just like hanging out is all.”

  “Suuure, whatever you say, dude!” I say, teasing him. But I know by teasing him I’m teasing myself. I’m serious about Jane, too. But unlike my brother, I’ll admit it.

  Just maybe not right away.

  I’ll enjoy hanging out with her more at the café first. With this thought in my head, I drop down off the incline and head toward the warmth of the café, and Jane’s company. Then maybe, just maybe, I’ll tell her how serious I really am.

  ***

  Jane’s eyes light up over her million-dollar smile the moment she sees me. Though her and Mariah have formed a tight bond at a small table near the window, the second I come into the space, she gravitates toward me. Comes close, as if she’s always been in my orbit.

  “Good morning, Alex,” she says. The emphasis she puts on my name is laden with every touch, every thrill from last night. “You look well rested.”

  “So do you,” I say, guiding her over to a big cushy sofa in front of a roaring fire. Underneath us, there are snow-white fur rugs. When we turn our backs from other café goers to sit on the couch, I pinch her nipples. I can just barely see them picking up at me from her layers. “Perky. And early in the morning, too.”