by Tiana Laveen
“What?” Her mouth hung open as she laughed lightly. “So now I have to ask to kiss my man?” She rolled her eyes.
“This isn’t something you just jump in, Paris. It takes preparation.” He slipped away from her, dismissing her advances.
“Just give me a little teaser then.” She hated that she was suddenly getting off on visions of his big hands around her damn neck as he fucked her hard and heavy. The son of a bitch was right. She did entertain occasional fantasies of being dominated, but it always involved being with a man that was in control of himself, the situation, and would listen to her should she decide she no longer wanted to continue with such a thing. She surveyed Smoke, running her gaze up and down his body as he bent here and there, collecting particles of debris from the floor.
“Let’s go.” He stood, ushered her with the loose wave of his fingers.
“No.”
“Paris…” He looked at her for a few moments, turned on his heels then made his way towards a black shiny trashcan with a silver metal foot petal. He stomped the thing, forcing the lid to fly open, then tossed the trash inside. “I’m leaving. You can stay in here as long as you wish.” He made his way towards the door and walked out, leaving her inside.
Completely dumbfounded, she huffed, shrugged, and decided to continue viewing the wares, which consisted of leather leashes, strap-on dildos, an assortment of lubricants, and something that appeared to be a feather duster, though she knew better. As she made her way towards a large painting of Betty Page on the wall, the entire room went pitch black.
“Uh…” A gasp escaped her mouth. She took out her cellphone. The only illumination was the reflection of the phone light in the mirrored ceiling. “Oh yes…” She raised her hand and used the device as a flashlight of sorts. The room sported the type of pitch black that ate up other shades of soot, and she soon found herself cursing as she bumped into various, indecipherable items. Using her makeshift light, she guided herself to the door but once she reached it, the damn thing was locked.
“Smoke!” She pounded on the double doors with both fists.
“Yes…”
A deep rumbling voice stood in the room with her, one she recognized but almost did not.
“Smoke?” She waved her phone nervously around the room, trying to locate the bastard. “Where are you?”
“Wherever you want me to be.”
“Stop playin’.” She laughed nervously as she continued to stumble about, rather disoriented. Suddenly the room was showered in soft, blue light, contrasting so exquisitely with the ebony, silver and red in the room. An odd noise started, like the drum of an old fashioned washing machine. A metallic sound playing an odd percussion. It sent chills up her down spine, especially since she didn’t see Smoke, and the noise was getting louder.
“There are different settings, experiences, one can have in the exact same area. This will be your experience, Sub Paris.” She heard his voice, and soon saw him step out from behind a partition. Shirtless, he wore black, loose pants, and heavy black boots with large buckles. His dark hair was brushed back from his face, exposing those damn eyes that glowed like sapphire jewels. Her damn heart flipped at his sexy image…especially when she caught sight of something sparkly dangling from his right hand…
*
“THIS REPRESENTS MY bond to you. It is typically given to a sub, who the Dom believes deserves it. It means different things to different people, but I happen to take this seriously. You’ve never been an official sub before, so this is not typical. I’ve never given any woman one of these, either. You’d be my first, Paris,” he stated, wanting her to know without a shadow of a doubt that he’d made an exception on her behalf.
“What is it?” she asked as she placed her cellphone back into her pocket, talking over the industrial type noise he’d selected for their tryst.
“A collar. It is given to a sub by a Dom as a gift of commitment to one another… It is a pledge from me to you. Just because I have it, though, doesn’t mean you will receive it. I just wanted you to know that it is here, but should you disappoint me, you will not get it.” He felt no need to get into the rules of engagement. What mattered was that he was fulfilling a deep seeded desire of hers, and all he wanted to do was please her.
“You want to put a collar around my neck?” she asked in a low tone, her brow raised and the hint of an attitude sneaking between the syllables.
“No. You want me to put a collar around your neck. Now understand something, Paris. From this point out, during this specific experience, you are a submissive. I don’t play with Mistresses. You might be a madam in your professional life, but when it comes to right now, you are the polar opposite. I’m a Dom, and I will never be anything less. While we are doing this, you must refer to me as Sir Smoke. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir Smoke.” She ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip.
She fell right into the world he’d handcrafted for her, and he wasn’t the least bit surprised though he realized she’d practice a bit of initial resistance.
“You are my plaything, but should something occur that causes you stress, pain or discomfort, I would like you to tell me so. You can do this by using a safe word. The safe word is: Mirror.”
“Mirror?” She lightly laughed then shrugged. “Okay.”
“Yes, to reflect, to review, to observe, to mimic and copy, to follow directions and cast the exact image back from which it reflects,” he said matter-of-factly, setting the tone. “Now get undressed, but leave your heels on,” he ordered.
Paris looked over her shoulder towards the locked double doors then back at him.
“I said take your fucking clothes off! Now!”
That startled her for she’d never heard him raise his voice so loud. Quickly, she took hold of her aqua green t-shirt and began the process of getting the damned thing over her head. Soon, her bra, jeans and panties lay scattered on the floor. She stood there with her hands clasped, and he had no doubt that her pussy was seeping with the juices of anticipation. He walked to a cabinet, pulled out a modified chastity belt and made his way towards her. Dropping to one knee, he began the tedious process of adjusting it to her size, and ensuring he had it anchored just as he desired. The medieval style black leather and hanging silver chains on her body screamed of eroticism, and with it on she was a sight to behold. He stood and tugged gently at her hair, forcing her neck to fall back. Her lips parted on a whisper of a sigh, exposing her pearly white teeth. He ran his finger gently down the front of her throat, then proceeded to pull her hair with his other hand, undoing her perfectly coiffed bun.
She swallowed and her eyes fluttered a bit.
“Thank you, Sir Smoke…”
Oh, it sounded so wonderful coming from between her lips… He inched closer to her, taking her bottom lip into his mouth and sucking the flawlessly applied lipstick clean off, causing her to quake ever so slightly in his embrace. Stepping back from her, he patted her breasts while looking into her eyes. The gentle patting turned to harder slapping, and he couldn’t ignore how her skin reddened and the dark, syrup brown nipples became erect. He lowered his head in between the two lovely mounds and licked her skin, using the tip of his tongue as an instrument to trace and probe her tender flesh.
“Mmmm…” she sighed as she wrapped her hand around his head.
Pausing, he reached behind himself and pulled her hand off him, causing her eyes to widen in surprise.
“I didn’t tell you that could touch me. When we do this, don’t ever touch me without permission. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir Smoke.”
He returned to her breasts, and delighted in seeing her nipples become impossibly harder. He understood the nature of his muse all too well. For women like his dear Paris, this was a retreat, a stress reliever. For once in her life, she didn’t have to feel in control and do all the work. He would take care of everything for her. She could relax, let loose, and give herself over to a man who thought th
e world of her, and would treat her like a Goddess all while taking her to the brink of submission.
He flicked his eager tongue over her nipples once again, then abruptly turned her around, making her face away from him. Taking a step back, he surveyed her beautiful back, adorned with a single, small tattoo at the base of her spine—a heart with the yin and yang symbol in the middle of it.
“Your back is beautiful.” He smiled. “I like everything about your body, actually… it’s fucking perfect. In any case, what do you say when your Dom gives you a compliment?”
“Thank you, Sir Smoke.”
He ran his fingertips up and down her silky flesh, then over the leather folds of the chastity belt. Her ass cheeks were exposed for his viewing pleasure, beautifully rounded, a delightful golden brown. He knew the woman wanted him to redden them up, not too lightly, not too hard, somewhere in the middle…just right.
“I’ll go easy on you, seeing how this is your first time. Walk over to that table.” He pointed across the room. “Stand there and lean over it.”
She quickly did as instructed, with a certain pep in her cute little bunny-like steps.
The industrial sounds grew louder as the soundtrack continued to play, amping up the moment. It sounded similar to an airplane taxing across a runway now, and his cock hardened while he disappeared within himself… Airplanes and women, his two fucking favorite things in the whole damn world, paired together at one pivotal moment.
He stood behind her and gently slapped her ass.
“Mmmm…”
He slapped it again and again, a bit harder each time, causing it to sting ever so slightly, but not too much. His aim was not to hurt her, but to arouse, to have her teeter on the line between pain and pleasure. He paused, gauged her reaction, then went again, this time, eliciting a heated moan as she slumped against the table, and her legs trembled.
BAM!
“Ahhhh!” she cried out, bucking at the knees. He abruptly pushed her legs further apart, and slicked his finger inside of her pussy, digitally fucking her as he smacked her other ass cheek with his open palm, giving her the spanking she so deserved.
“Ahhhh!” This time she trembled even harder, but no safe word was uttered. He pushed his pinky finger forward, and massaged her clit in a firm, circular motion, happily discovering the damn thing was engorged to its maximum potential.
“Mmmmm.” He emitted a guttural moan. “Your body is telling on you, Paris. You like giving up your control to me, don’t you?”
“Mmmmm Hmmm! Yes, Sir Smoke.”
He sprung his finger inside of her a bit harder and faster, causing her to buck against him and rotate her hips, riding his hand with all of her might.
“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhh!”
“You have permission to cum!”
“Ahhhh! Thank…you…Sir Smoke!”
As he expected, soon he was collecting her essence. It dripped along his hand, clear, sweet, perfect. This was the fastest she’d ever climaxed the entire time he’d been fucking her. Her pussy cried over and over onto his thrusting fingers. Her mouth hung open, yet nothing came out those sweet lips as she wore such a beautifully helpless expression.
“Sir Smoke.” Her voice quivered. “Would you please fuck me?”
“No,” he snapped.
“Please, Sir Smoke! I need to feel your big dick inside of me.” He detected a glimmer of a laugh in her tone as he made her abruptly face him.
“Then drop to your knees, put my throbbing dick in your mouth and suck it.”
Before he could finish the sentence, the woman was on all fours, grabbing and tugging at his pants. She reached into his underwear as if were a bag full of delicious candy, and delicately removed his cock.
“It’s heavy…” She looked at it, as if it were some rare jewel. “It’s long and fat.”
“I know what the hell it looks like! I’ve had it my entire life. Stop describing it and shove it in your mouth.” He now stifled a laugh as well, tearing himself away from looking at her so that he could gain his composure. He got a hold of himself and gripped her hair, eliciting a moan as she engulfed the tip of the damn thing, sending sparks throughout his body. He’d never encountered a woman so skilled with her damn mouth on a dick for as long as he’d been in the game, and that spoke volumes.
“Uhhhh…” he groaned loud, trying desperately to keep his eyes wide open and not fall under her oral spell.
She drew him within her wet, warm mouth, slurping and gobbling the son of a bitch as her tongue flicked on the underside then returned to deep throat his shit in a way he couldn’t clearly articulate. She gagged on the big shaft, but controlled her reflex, putting him in awe of her abilities. Digging his fingers in her hair, he pressed his cock farther inside, making her eyes water.
“I’m going to cum in your fucking mouth…”
And then he saw it—as soon as he uttered the words, a stream of her pussy cream ran down her leg and onto the floor as she shook and trembled, orgasm after orgasm.
“You came without permission. You will be punished.”
“I’m…I’m sorry, Sir Smoke.” She trembled as he gripped her hair and gave a hearty tug, then smacked her ass so hard, it jiggled.
“Too late for apologies.”
He began to thrust, his abdominal muscles flexing and contorting as he fucked her lips just like he would her pussy.
“Uhhh! Uhhhh!” All in, balls deep, he took notice of her damn mascara running down her face, which made her look slutty and beautiful all at once. Damn, he loved this woman! “Uhhh!” He was near, ready to squirt his load all over her tongue. “Uhhhh!”
He could see in her eyes she wanted it; her pussy replied by dripping onto the goddamn floor again and again… and he was ready.
“Uhhhhh! Fuck!” He jammed harder and harder, expelling his load down her throat. She moaned, relishing it, massaging his lower stomach with her fingertips as he continued to stream within her. “Uhhh…” After a few moments, he released her, and she fell back a bit, wiping the side of her mouth with the back of her hand. And then, she smiled and jetted her tongue out, showing she’d swallowed the whole fucking expulsion.
“Get up. Lean on the table, this time facing me.” She immediately got to her feet, complying as quickly as possible. She pumped her hips a bit, causing the chains on her belt to rattle. This chastity belt was a unique contraption indeed. It was difficult to get to the pussy hole, but there was enough space for her nectar to flow freely, and a finger or two to titillate her in just the right spots. He bowed down, stroked her swollen pussy lips, eliciting a sigh, then tugged at the silver chains blocking his way. She exhaled in anticipation and reached for him, but stopped short, remembering the rules. He decided to have a bit of leniency on her.
“You have permission to touch me,” he uttered as he got back to his feet.
Breaking into a heartstopping smile, she wrapped one of her arms around his neck.
His eyes hooded as he fell under a mutual spell with the woman. “I’m going to fuck you, in every sense of the word. As a reminder, if I’m doing it too hard, causing you unwanted pain, use the safe word.” Though he stood now playing his role, he loved this damn woman, and the last thing he ever wanted was for her first time being a submissive to be soiled with an uncomfortable ache between her thighs. No, if she was hobbling, he wanted it to be the good kind of pussy pounding…
“I understand, Sir Smoke. Thank you.”
It was rather ironic how well the woman fell into her act. The more aggressive he was, the more turned on and relaxed she became. What a disturbing, yet lovely, paradox she was.
“Put my big, hard cock inside your sweet, little wet pussy,” he commanded. “I’ve removed the chains.”
She reached down between them and took hold of his dick, anchoring it just so. Her breathing accelerated to the point that he could hear her loud and clear over the industrial racket as she brought the damn thing to her pussy with bated anticipation.
“Hurry up.”
He stood back a bit and placed one hand behind his back to help steady himself. Staring at him with hungry eyes, she guided the bulbous head of his dick inside of her.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she let him go to grip the edges of the table.
He began slowly, but wasted no time in speeding up his pace.
“Uhhhh,” he groaned hoarsely. Gripping her hips, he pulled her into him, causing the remaining chains to swing and bump against his nuts and her pussy lips. “Uhhhh!”
“I like it, Sir Smoke! I like it!” She fucked him back, moving her hips just so.
He thrust a bit harder and faster, now pressed against her, flattening her breasts as he clutched the back of her neck, ensuring she stayed just where he wanted. He pushed hard and heavy inside of her, but studied her facial expressions, making sure he wasn’t taking things too far.
“Uhhhh! Fuck!” It was simply getting too good to him as her pussy muscles contracted and she came all over his damn dick.
“I didn’t give you permission to cum!” he barked, noting the smirk on her face. Ahhh yes, Paris was not following proper protocol. He really didn’t mind, but he had to correct her, nevertheless.
“I let it go the second time while you sucked my dick, but if it happens again, you’ll be reprimanded and punished, worse than the first time. Do you understand me?!” he shouted between hard thrusts.
“Yes, Sir Smoke!” He gripped her as she slumped a bit, as if losing control of herself. “May I cum again, Sir Smoke? Ahhhh!” She shook beneath him, desperately trying to keep a series of back-to-back orgasms at bay.
“No.”
“Please, Sir Smoke! I beg you!”
To shut her up, he thrust his tongue in her mouth, while he continued to pump her beautiful body.
“Uhhhh…” He moaned into her mouth, unable to control his damn self. Pulling away from her, he looked down and observed his cock moving in and out of her, the damn shimmering chains bumping into them, slapping their genitals like drumsticks as he rode her pussy with all of his might.
“May we cum together, Sir Smoke?” she asked wearily, finally getting the gist of the game.