Playing Dom

by Sky Corgan

  Ding dong! The doorbell rang.

  At the sound, my heart leaped up into my throat. Was I really ready for this? This was it. I was about to see Micah in full Dom mode. Despite my nervousness, that thought excited me beyond belief. My mind wandered to thoughts of him dressed in leathers from head to toe. I loved the smell of leather, and knowing what was beneath it only aroused me more. When I opened the door though, he was a lot more dressed down than I expected, wearing tight black jeans with a grommet belt, biker boots, and a fitted black T-shirt. My eyes looked him up and down, pausing at the black duffel bag he held in his hand before scanning back up his body and meeting his smirk. Apparently, I wasn't the only one doing some visual assessment.

  “That's a bit unexpected,” he said, staring directly at my breasts.

  “Touché.”

  “What were you expecting?” Micah asked as he stepped inside and set the duffel bag on the floor. I closed the door behind him.

  “I was kind of hoping you would be wearing leathers.”

  “You have to earn the privilege to see me in leathers,” his voice was dark yet teasing at the same time.

  “Is that how this works?” I grinned.

  “Maybe. I'm not your Dom yet.”

  The word sent a shiver down my spine. All this time, I'd been trying to assert my dominance over him. The thought that I was about to offer him my submission . . . I shifted uncomfortably.

  “So, how do you want to do this?” I inhaled a deep breath, letting my nervousness shine through.

  “Very slowly.” He stepped up to me, caressing my cheek with his hand and bearing down into me with those amazing green eyes.

  Micah's gaze was so intense that I almost instantly felt myself falling under his spell. There was lust in his expression mixed with something else, a strange power that I hadn't felt from him before. It demanded my obedience, quickly turning me into putty in his hands. My body heated up from the brief contact, and I decided to let myself go, to trust him completely, whatever the consequences. There was no going back now.

  “I am yours,” I whispered softly just before his lips met mine.

  I expected his kiss to be urgent and needy, but it wasn't. His mouth brushed against mine with the greatest of ease, and before I had a chance to enjoy it fully, he was pulling away, leaving me wanting more.

  “You stay here. Don't move an inch. Do you understand?” his voice was authoritative, and all I could do was nod in reply, my heart pumping with excited anticipation.

  Micah knelt down at his duffel bag. The sound of the zipper being pulled open made my mind drift to other things, like taking his pants off. I watched him curiously, the way his muscles moved against the tight material of his shirt, undressing him with my eyes. It was strange to realize how sexually frustrated I was, how much just being in his presence in such a situation sparked a carnal desire deep inside of me, the need to be claimed and owned.

  It didn't take long before Micah located the item he was looking for. He stood up to face me with a small black blindfold in hand. Just seeing it made me feel uneasy, knowing that he was about to take away one of my vital senses. While I did trust him, I didn't like the idea of not being able to see what was coming next. It made me feel too vulnerable.

  I flinched slightly as he tried to put the blindfold on me. Micah must have seen it, because he fixed his gaze on my face while he spoke, “Trust me. I would never hurt you.”

  His voice was oddly comforting, and I relaxed almost involuntarily, nodding and then holding steady while he placed the blindfold over my head, obscuring my vision.

  “If I do anything that you find uncomfortable, let me know,” he continued. “I use the standard safety words. Yellow if you need me to slow down. Red if you want me to stop. I'm not going to do anything to you that you didn't mark on the list.

  “My goal is for you to enjoy this, not for you to be afraid. This is all about you tonight. Your pleasure. I want to make you feel good, to trust me, to know that your happiness and safety are at the forefront of my mind, above all things. Do you understand?”

  “Mhm,” I replied, feeling shy suddenly. “What would you like for me to call you?”

  “Call me Sir. You have to earn the right to call me Master.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I tasted the word on my lips, and I loved the flavor of it. Calling Chet Sir had felt like a duty. Calling Micah Sir somehow felt like an act of respect.

  Micah placed his hands gently on my shoulders, then circled around me, never losing contact. His fingertips danced over my skin causing a pleasant, if not ticklish, sensation. When he was behind me, I felt him take a step forward, the hard muscle of his chest pressing against my backside. His hot breath was in my ear, making a shiver roll through my spine as he wrapped his protective arms around me, holding me to him. His hands slid down to my waist and then felt their way up my body, sensually groping and massaging. One of his hands slipped around my neck, and my breath hitched in sudden fear. If it had been Chet, I could have expected a choking, but before I had a chance to focus on it much, Micah's other hand raked through my hair, gripping a fistful of it to softly tilt my head back so that his lips could find mine. The kiss lasted for a split second before he turned me around to face him, meeting my mouth with more urgency. I moaned softly, tasting his dominant kiss, our lips and tongues moving in time, seeking and savoring. He groped my beasts while we kissed, weaving his fingers through the chain of my outfit to touch my skin. My own want got the better of me, and I allowed my hands to reach up and rub over his arms, my fingertips petting over the hard flesh of his biceps, then pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to his shoulders. By some miracle, he didn't chastise or correct me, but simply allowed me to get lost in the moment, to get lost in being with him.

  His hands slid behind my back, annoyed with the chains that held my flesh just out of reach. I could feel him unclasping my top as he continued to kiss me. Then he moved up to unfasten the choker around my neck that kept it in place. It fell between us with a soft clanking sound. My need to feel his skin became overwhelming, and I found myself reaching for the bottom of his shirt. He lifted his arms and allowed me to pull it off of him. Oh God, his body felt even more amazing with my sight taken away. My hands went back to his chest, exploring and enjoying the heat of his skin, my mind reeling in disbelief of what we were doing.

  This wasn't like I had thought it would be at all. Micah was dominating me, yet he was still giving me room to make my own choices. That small bit of freedom enhanced my arousal, my want for him. My only complaint was that I wished I could see his face. I wanted to see the dominant gaze in his eyes. I was sure it was there. It was burned into my memory. But the thought of seeing it, of seeing him, did things to me.

  After a few minutes of Micah placing chaste kisses across my shoulders, he left my body, stepping out of reach. I pouted, though I quickly realized he wasn't standing in front of me anymore to see it. The sound of him messing with the duffel bag again got my curiosity going.

  Seconds later, I heard his footsteps return and then felt his hand gently take mine to lead me. Each step I took was short and careful, trying to make sure I didn't bump into anything. Something rough was brushing against my leg, though I couldn't really tell what it was. It wasn't until I heard a thud that I realized it was probably the duffel bag. Judging from the distance we had traveled, Micah had led me into my bedroom. It wasn't a place I had really allowed him in before, so I was surprised that he entered without my permission, not that I minded this time. He was in control, so it was his game.

  His hand left mine, and I listened to a rustling sound as he rummaged through the bag and did God knows what else. There were a lot of footsteps, getting distant and then moving closer. All I could guess was that he was doing something to the bed, setting up our scene.

  “What are you doing?” I dared to ask.

  “Shh. No talking,” he responded, though his words were soft, not threatening as they would have been if they had come from Chet.


  Whatever he was doing took quite a while, or at least it seemed that way when confined to the darkness of my mind. When he finally did return and lightly touched my side, I jumped slightly, startled by the sensation. What came next freaked me out a bit more. Micah grabbed me by the sides and quite literally threw me back onto the bed. The weightlessness caused me to panic, and by the time I hit the mattress, I thought my heart was going to explode. My hands moved to pull the blindfold off, but Micah was on top of me before I could accomplish my goal. He forced my wrists against the bed and pressed his lips into mine, kissing my words away. The affection only lasted a few seconds, just long enough to calm me down before he crawled over to push one of my wrists into what felt like a restraint and fastened me in. Now my heart was really racing, and my discomfort level was rising. It would take an immense amount of trust to allow him to tie me down, and I wasn't quite sure we were there yet.

  I forced myself to swallow my fears, giving in to him completely, trying to control my breathing as he finished binding one wrist and moved on to the other. Being blind was becoming more irritating by the moment, probably because he was rendering me even more helpless than before. This required my full submission, and giving it was harder than I could have imagined.

  As soon as my wrists were both restrained, I felt Micah's hand return to my chest. His fingers lightly traced over my skin, teasing one of my nipples, which sent a shock of pleasure straight to my clit. It was strange how careful and sensual his touch was. He reminded me of a painter, delicately covering the canvas of my body, making sure that every stroke was perfect. I found myself relaxing again despite myself, as if his very touch demanded it, though there was nothing demanding about the way that he was handling me.

  Micah's hand glided down to my navel, then he stroked a line back up to my chest with his index finger before giving my face a light slap and gripping my jaw. His fingertip played across my bottom lip, and I nipped at it before sucking it into my mouth. The salty taste of his skin was exquisite, the rough texture of the pad of his finger as I swirled my tongue over the top of it. My loins ached to feel another texture in my mouth, something smooth and with a much saltier flavor, a much more masculine flavor. Just thinking about it made me writhe slightly beneath him, my arousal ramping up to an almost unmanageable level. I moaned shamelessly, and it was all the invitation that he needed to draw his finger away, leaving my mouth feeling abandoned and wanton.

  The weight of his body shifted on the bed, and then I felt it disappear. I strained to lift my head, as if it would actually help me to see, but all there was was darkness. For a moment, I thought he had gone to rummage through his duffel bag again, but then I felt his hand on my ankle, and I knew he was finishing what he started, strapping my ankles in so that I was completely bound for his pleasure. I laid there patiently, listening to my own breathing, feeling the strange sensations swirling through my body. Where mostly fearful anticipation had been before, there was a different kind of feeling, not apprehension for what was coming next, but excitement. Micah's domination was a mix of sweet and salty, a whole lot of pleasure with a small taste of the forbidden.

  “Take off your clothes,” I begged.

  “All in good time,” his voice was calm and confident. “No more talking.”

  I felt bad that it was the second time he had to warn me, but I was so damned horny. Again, I felt the need to rip the blindfold off, to see what he was doing, but more importantly, to see him. I could only imagine what he looked like, that hard shirtless frame, that panty melting smirk, those gorgeous green eyes. It drove me insane that he was denying me the pleasure of looking at him. Maybe I shouldn't have checked blindfolds off on that list.

  The weight of his body returned between my legs, and his fingers returned to my stomach, softly raking their way up to my chest. Each time he touched me, it felt like sparks were going off in my nether region, like they were a flame licking at a wick that was postponing my inevitable explosion. He rubbed against my body a while longer before straddling me, and then I heard a distinct clicking sound that completely threw me for a loop. My mind quickly went to work trying to piece together what it was. There was a click, and then a hiss, and then a crackle. Fire.

  “Can you guess what I'm doing?” he asked.

  “Am I allowed to talk now, Sir?”

  “I asked you a question, didn't I?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I cowered a bit from his condescending words. “If you're going to pour candle wax on me, then I'd like to see.”

  “You have good ears.” I could hear the grin in his voice.

  “When your sight is obstructed, your other senses become more keen.”

  “This is true.”

  I felt his hand tug at the blindfold, carelessly pulling it off of my head before he tossed it and the lighter over the side of the bed. My eyes adjusted to the light, fixing on the white taper candle he was holding over me, then quickly moving past it to his shirtless body. Just seeing him looming over me like that set my arousal sensors on overdrive. This was Micah in his element. His eyes were set on the flame, waiting for the wax to heat up, and my eyes were set on him, wondering why I had resisted him for so long.

  “Hold this for a minute, will you? I don't want to get wax on my jeans.”

  “What do you mean?” My gaze shot up to his face.

  “Open your mouth.”

  “You can't be serious.”

  “Do I look like I'm joking? Hurry now. I just lit it. It will be a while before the wax drips, but if you don't hurry, I might not be able to get my pants off in time.”

  I thought about saying no, but then decided to trust him, opening my mouth obediently so he could stick the candle inside. My teeth clamped around it, my eyes focusing on the flame, fearing that the wax would drip down onto my lips. Micah didn't let go of it until he knew I had a firm grip. Then he immediately climbed off of the bed and began stripping down to his boxers. I would have watched him if I wasn't so terrified of the candle wax dripping onto my face. Every second was an excruciating forever of internal panic. The wax melted at the top of the candle, making a slow decent down the side, and my breathing began to pick up in fear. I thought about trying to maneuver it with my mouth, to lean it so that it would drip on my chin or chest, but with my luck, I would just drop it.

  Apparently, Micah had been watching the candle all along, as well as the fear on my face. He finished taking off his clothes and took it from me when the first drop was halfway down the stick. It was good timing too, because a second drop sped down the candle to meet the first, causing it to drip over his hand almost the second that he took the candle away from me. I sighed in relief, my eyes darting up to meet his. He didn't wince or react at all when the wax touched his hand.

  “Don't do that again,” I told him.

  “Talking.” Micah brought the candle up to his lips as if it was a finger trying to shush me.

  I wanted to grumble at him, but when I opened my mouth to speak only a gasp came out. He had tipped the candle over and dripped wax across my chest, a more effective way of silencing me. There was a distinct burn when the wax hit, but it quickly cooled as it hardened. Each tiny drop made my breath hitch, and I squirmed almost involuntarily, trying to get away from the sensation. Up and down my body he went with it. Over my breasts, my nipples, down my stomach, and even onto my neck. Each area provided a different stimulus, some more pleasant than others. The candle dripped wax until there was a fair smattering all over me, then Micah blew it out and waited for the wax around the tip to harden before setting the candle down on the bedside table.

  I watched as he crawled down my body, hooking his fingers around the waistband of my chain and leather bikini bottoms before pulling them down. My spread legs created a bit of a problem, so he had to unbind my feet to get them off completely, then restrain me all over again. It didn't really seem to bother him though, more of an annoyance than anything else. I had kind of hoped he would fuck me though the chains. That would hav
e been hot. But it appeared that he wanted better access to all of me.

  With my clothes completely out of the way, Micah crawled back over me, looking powerful and ridiculously sexy. Every part of me ached to have him against me. I had had enough foreplay. I was ready for the main event. When I felt him reach over me, I writhed slightly, wishing I could hump him. It was almost embarrassing how desperately horny I was, how much I yearned to have his cock inside of me. He was a slow tease though, and when he picked up the candle again, I knew it was far from over.

  “You shouldn't have bit the end of it. It might hurt now,” he said, observing my teeth marks in the base of the candle.

  “What do you mean?”

  He looked down at me, his gaze darkening. “That wasn't a question, love. One more word from you and you're getting the ball gag. Now suck, and make sure you get it nice and wet.”

  Micah pressed the base of the candle to my lips, and I took it into my mouth, hoping and praying he didn't plan on lighting it again. He worked it back and forth, and I soon caught onto his game, taking the opportunity to show him what I could do to other parts of him. I sucked and moaned, making a big display of it, feeling the waxy smoothness against my tongue. My effort was short lived though. Micah pulled the candle out of my mouth with a popping sound and slid it between my legs, pushing it between my pussy lips. I gasped from the sensation of the candle petting over my heated clit. He flossed it between my velvety folds from end to end, and I squirmed slightly from the strange sensation. Then he pushed the thick end against my sensitive nub and began rolling it around, massaging me with the candle. I moaned and bit my bottom lip, losing myself to pleasure. The waves of orgasm were quickly rolling to the surface, his merciless pressure causing heat to bloom and spread through me. Just when I was about to peak, he pulled the candle away, flooding my body with frustrated need. I whimpered and pouted at him, silently telling him that he should put that candle right back where it was. He didn't listen though. Micah simply smirked and bent to kiss my stomach. Then he looked back up at me and held the candle inches away from my face.