When I could control myself, I looked across the room.
“How does it feel?” He leaned back in the chair. “My cock has been hard for you since day one but you remain unruffled and that tight little ass of yours keeps walking away.”
“You basta…aweg.” He turned the switch higher this time. My hips pumped against the bench. I couldn’t think past the vibration in my pussy. I was panting and my release so close.
The vibration stopped.
I would kill him.
“What, nothing to say?”
My body was on fire. I wanted the son of a bitch and I needed his cock deep inside my pussy. I no longer wanted to play his dominance game but I wouldn’t mind playing a few of my own. I closed my eyes and pictured him naked, tied to a bed, his long thick cock at attention waiting for my mouth. Slowly my tongue would run along the long veins on his cock ending at the mushroom head, circling, nibbling, and sucking. He wouldn’t be able to touch me or control my movements and I would sit up, raise my body above him, and then I would impale myself.
The vibrations in my pussy started again and I went over the edge, screaming my release into the room. The orgasm went on and on. I received a hard slap to my already sore derriere.
“Shame on you. Bad little sub. What were you thinking about?”
It took a moment but then I was able to control myself enough to speak, “You. I was thinking of your neck between my fingers and pressure. Your face turning blue and your eyes rolling back in your head, then I would let go and bury my knee deep in your groin. This time you wouldn’t get up to chase me at least not for a while.”
His laughter was deep and full. His hand came up and touched my cheek in a caress. “You know you’re mine don’t you?”
His words; hot, sexy, and commanding quivered through my body into my brain. It couldn’t happen but oh I wanted it. Silence was the best answer at this point.
The vibrator turned back on.
“God, I’m going to kill you.”
“You are such a bloodthirsty little sub but this time I won’t make you wait. Come for me.”
His fingers rubbed my clit and he slowly pulled out the butt plug and then plunged it back in. My body was beyond sensitive. His lips touched my back and moist soft kisses followed by gentle nips traveled up to my neck. Suddenly my braid pulled and my head went to the side. His kiss took me over and I groaned into his mouth. He continued to play my body like a musical instrument and jolts passed from my cunt to my toes. It went on and on.
I didn’t realize he released my leg restraints or that he removed the toys until Damian’s strong arms picked me up and carried me from the room. He took me out of the dungeon and placed me gently on a large bed. My eyes were barely open but I watched while he undressed and then those same strong arms brought me close to his chest. His fingers undid my braid and spread the damp strands around us.
He massaged my shoulders and back then softly ran his hands over my red ass and thighs. His voice was low, “My father started Pleas-her toys. He was rarely around when I was a child and he never married my mother. He had a different woman in almost every state. I still have no idea how many half brothers and sisters I have. He showed up once or twice a year. I would hear my mom’s cries of pleasure coming from her bedroom. The few times my dad took me anywhere he would tell me all women were whores. He never used my mom’s name but it was implied. I decked him when I was fifteen. I took over the company five years after I graduated from college. He died two years later. My mother still loves him.”
The room was quiet with only our gentle breathing.
I was entirely out of my league. Damian was doing what I loved. This was the soothing time with a sub. My heart was a puddle at his feet.
“Why are you doing this Damian? You and I won’t work. I’m leaving at the end of the month.”
“You are so stubborn. Now it’s your turn. Tell me something I don’t know about you.”
I giggled and looked at his face as his grin formed and his beautiful dimples appeared. He rolled our bodies until I was lying on top of him, our legs intertwined. His arms rose and then his hands grasped the brass rails of the headboard.
“This time is for you. I won’t let go so do your worst.”
How did he know my fantasy? “Can I tie you?”
“No baby but I won’t let go.”
It was enough. I sat up on his lower thighs and then moved back spreading his legs out on either side of me. Every muscle in his body was defined, the contours rippled and his hard abs begged for my lips. His erection was huge and beautiful. I wanted it inside me but I had a fantasy to play out first.
“If you need one there are condoms in the nightstand drawer.”
“Oh, I’ll eventually need one or two.”
His cock jumped and I smiled. Looking up, his dark wicked eyes gazed back.
I fulfilled my fantasy and worshiped every inch of his body, every millimeter of his cock. He kept his hands tight on the rails but sweat dampened his skin. I licked my way up and then reached into the drawer to remove a condom. I slid it slowly down his cock and then straddled his waist. His eyes were barely open and I knew mine were just as filled with need. I leaned forward and kissed him while my body sank down and my pussy surrounded his heat.
His body strained. I could feel his muscles bunch beneath my naked flesh but he held onto the bars. I stopped kissing him, placed my hands flat against his chest, and threw my head back finding my rhythm. It didn’t take long and my body needed exactly the same thing as his. He went first, his groans filling the room. Hot semen filled the condom and I felt it deep inside my pussy. That was all it took. My muscles tightened and his groans became louder but my cries finally drowned out his.
Seconds, minutes, I don’t know but his arms came around me, holding me tight. My body was limp and satisfied. I didn’t think I had ever felt this way. But, I was exhausted. His body disengaged with mine, he disposed of the condom, and then pulled a blanket over us but kept his arms around me.
I slept through the night. Early morning sunlight shown through the sheer window coverings woke me up. I was alone. There was a bathrobe at the foot of the bed. It wasn’t the skimpy silk one from the night before. This one was soft plush terry cloth and when I put it on, it ended at my feet.
I went in search of my Dom.
Sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper was the last person I expected to see. Carl looked up when I approached.
“Good morning, I’ve brought some clothes for you and then I’m to escort you back to your rooms. Samson has been walked and fed this morning and I was told to let you sleep and that you will not be working tonight.”
“Where is he?”
“He left on a business trip and should be back in a few days.”
My world collapsed. Carl didn’t look at me just stood and carried his coffee cup into the kitchen. I glanced around and spotted my bag. Picking it up, I went in search of a bathroom. I wasn’t going back into the bedroom. I couldn’t.
The mirror showed my sleep tousled hair. The eyes reflecting back at me were devastated. Why didn’t he tell me he was leaving? He could have left me a note, anything. The more I thought about it the less hurt I felt and the more anger took over. I jerked on my clothes and went out to Carl. We went through the front door and walked to a different set of elevator doors. We walked inside and Carl entered a code. The doors opened and we were in a bedroom. It looked familiar and then I heard Sam whine on the other side of the closed bedroom door. We were in one of the rooms of my apartment.
I looked at Carl. “Will my code work on this elevator and take me to Damian’s suite?”
Carl glanced away. “I don’t know. Damian would need to set the access code with your room code.”
“I see, thank you for your escort, I’ll see you tonight.”
“Damian gave you the night off.”
“When the rats away the mice will play. I’ll see you tonight.”
Carl left. I tried the elevator but my room code didn’t work.
Chapter Twelve
I opened the bedroom door and Sam gave me exuberant kisses. He missed me. I lay down on the floor and let him cuddle while I ran my hand through his short back fur. Then I cried.
I’m not sure how much time passed but a quiet knock sounded at my front door. I pulled myself off the floor and opened the door to find Raul. His arms came around me and I cried harder.
“Oh baby.”
I felt myself lifted and my strong submissive friend carried me to the couch and sat down holding me on his lap. I felt gentle kisses on my head. I let everything out; our night, Damian’s words, my hurt, and most of all my love. I loved the damn hell spawn.
Raul listened while offering comfort. “He loves you too. I don’t know why he left without a word but he’ll be back and you’ll see. The man only has eyes for you. Even with his subs, his awareness is only for my red head blue eyed girl. The man’s crazy for you.”
I didn’t believe him because I was too fucked up. I fought anorexia just like Damian accused me of. I feared my body returning to what it had been. And then there was part of me that loved the way my body used to be. I wanted a man to love me and every ounce of fat or muscle I possessed. I wanted to be cherished for the woman who screamed to get out of a world where perfection ruled. The little fat girl wanted to know she was beautiful.
Raul fed me then put me to bed and I slept for the better part of the day. I finally showered and dressed for work. The club was the same but I was not. I needed to finish my contract and get back home to my small apartment and the rest of my life.
I asked Luke to sub for me. He liked extreme pain. His type of need wasn’t usually for me but tonight I tried. Halfway through the scene I felt my tears build and my arm dropped. I looked around and found Kyle standing to the side like he had when he joined me for a scene. I tossed the whip toward him and walked away. I knew Kyle would finish.
Raul approached before I was out of the club but I shook my head no. I went back to my room. Sam and I needed to run. After I changed into sweats, I walked him out the front lobby and we took off. I found my pace and lost myself in my world of breathing, straining leg muscles, and feet pounding the pavement.
When I finally looked around we were lost. I had no idea where I was. Headlights pulled up slowly next to us and my breath caught but then relaxed. The window slid down. It was Carl. “Get in.”
“I’m walking but I need help with directions.”
“You’re not in the best area of town and Damian will kill me if something happens to you. Get in.”
“I think you have me confused with a sub. I’m not. I can take care of myself and if not, Sam will protect me.”
His sigh sounded loud and frustration showed on his face. “Okay but I’m armed and I won’t hesitate to use my weapon if you get yourself into a bind. The death will be on you.”
He wasn’t joking but I was willing to accept the consequences for my actions. I still needed time to process what was going on in my head.
I was lucky and no one stopped us or bothered me. I got some strange looks. A woman with a Rottweiler being followed by a limo, could not be normal but the walk home was uneventful. I went back to my room and fell into a deep sleep. I woke up and ate a light meal. My cell had multiple messages from Raul. I sent him a text telling him I would be back at the club that evening.
I felt bad about Luke because I failed to finish our scene the night before but he wasn’t at the club. I worked with a new submissive, promising to be gentle as she explored the world of BDSM. I used a deer flogger. They were the softest made but had a good pop. I focused on her pussy and breasts knowing I wasn’t causing pain. I wanted her to feel pleasure. I was back in control and had my feelings buried deep inside where they needed to stay for the next few weeks.
I wasn’t watching the crowd only focusing on my sweet new sub. Hands came around me and a hard body pressed against my back. I couldn’t move but I would know his smell and the feel of his arms anywhere. My body stiffened.
“Mistress Anna is taking over for you. I want you to come with me and not cause a scene.”
He let me turn. “I don’t want this. Please let me get back to work.”
“No, this can be easy for you or hard.”
Anna took the flogger from my hand. She grinned slightly but didn’t say anything.
“Place your arms around my neck and then wrap your legs around my waist.”
He didn’t give me time to reply just lifted me up. I couldn’t believe he was doing this but I complied. I expected him to walk to his office but he didn’t. He walked past the carousel and took me to the bar. He placed my rear end on top of the long black marble surface. I let go and he took my hand.
“Stand up.”
“What?”
“Stand up.”
He was crazy, hell I was crazy. I stood. He lifted himself to the bar but instead of standing he went to his knees and reached behind me, pulling my pelvis into his face. He rested his forehead against my stomach. I quickly inhaled and looked around. Everything had stopped even the carousel. Every member of the club focused on us.
“What are you doing?”
He leaned back and looked up at me. “I want you. I don’t want you to wear my collar but I want you in my bed and in my life. You can tie me up and beat me if I can have the same privilege. I’ll do anything it takes to keep you here. I love you.”
My world stopped and then crashed. I sank to my knees in front of him. My trembling lips found his.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
“My mother is upstairs and she wants to meet you.”
“What?”
“I picked up my mom so she could talk some sense into you.”
“You brought your mother here?”
“Well if waiting in my apartment is here then yes I did.”
“You’re insane.”
“Yes I am so come on.”
He jumped down and placed his arms up to help me to the ground.
“I’m not going to see your mother dressed like this.”
He laughed. “I told her I might be bringing you bound, gagged, and over my shoulder. She was in this lifestyle and probably still is but I don’t want to picture it please. You will love her and she will love you. She always wanted a daughter.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I couldn’t meet his mother like this. Strong arms cradled me and he began striding to his office. Clapping broke out around us and I buried my head in his chest. “Please don’t do this.”
“She was my safety net if you said no and I told her I would bring you back within thirty minutes. I don’t lie to my mother. She wants to tell you what an incredible little boy I was and what a great husband and father I will make.”
My face stayed buried.
Chapter Thirteen
His mother was everything he said she would be but more. She made me feel like she already cared for me and it was obvious she loved her son. She was nothing like the devil’s mother should be but I was wrapped around her finger within minutes of meeting her.
She had darker skin than her son and brown hair but wore a loose flowing gauzy dress just like the ones I preferred. She was plump, her eyes showed laugh lines, and she had the same dimples.
“Take her to bed and celebrate life. I’m tired and need my beauty sleep. We can go shopping tomorrow Lydia and enjoy some private female time. I have so many stories to tell you about my rascal.” Her voice was slightly accented.
His mother was perfect.
He took me to his bedroom. I almost expected the dungeon.
“What do you want?” His intense eyes looked into mine.
“I want you.”
“Are you up for a little vanilla or do you want to tie me to the bed this time? I’m all yours.”
“You really don’t want me tying you up do you?”
“No, but I trust you and if
it turns you on I’ll do it.”
“It’s not what turns me on but maybe we’ll give it a try sometime.”
“What turns you on?”
“Having you for my Dom in the bedroom. You whipping me and punishing me. I guarantee there will be lots of punishments. I want your cock buried deep in my pussy and soon I want it buried in my ass if it pleases you Master.”
He actually growled from deep in his throat and kissed me. It was carnal and everything a good submissive could ask for.
The sex wasn’t quite vanilla but it held a promise. We had a lifetime to explore each other’s body. It was pure love.
Much later, I lay curled in his arms his hand on my breast just holding it in his palm. “You owe me a secret. You never paid up on your lost bet and fell asleep before I could claim my reward.”
I took a moment to gather my thoughts. He didn’t rush me.
“I’m sure you know my father was a jockey. He was short and thin. I think it would have been better if my mom was alive but I grew up with little people surrounding me and I felt huge. I was plump and my father said that’s what attracted him to my mother. Even the rich horse owner’s daughters were thin and gorgeous. I was the fat girl until I finally decided to stop eating. It was after my father died and eventually I found myself in the hospital. By then I was both anorexic and bulimic.”
I took several slow deep breaths before continuing. “I found a balance and use exercise to keep my demons at bay. I’m borderline now and I would give anything to eat chocolate cake until my blood went on sugar overload but I can’t. I’m afraid I would force myself to throw it up and I don’t want to go backwards. I want to be loved regardless of my weight.”
I couldn’t look at him. I was telling him I could lose the battle either way and be back in the hospital or fat again. I struggled with both.
His hand traveled from my breast to my stomach and his voice whispered in the deep Dom way he had. “I want my child here. I want you plump before and after the baby’s arrival. You’re too skinny but it really doesn’t matter to me. I love what’s in here.” His other hand went to my forehead and gently smoothed across it. “I love what’s in here.” His hand moved down traveling over my body and stopped between my legs, one finger going inside my moist pussy. He brought his hand up, trailing moisture along my body, and stopping over my heart. “And I love what’s in here.”
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