Dominated

by Isla Raine

  One hand ensured that her legs stayed open, whilst the other trailed up her thigh, moving towards her folds. Instead of using his fingers, he used his thumb, to tease her even more, running it across her core, feeling her wetness, her desire, before he moved up towards her clit.

  “Tell me,” Freddie said his voice firm and demanding. “What are you wanting me to do?”

  “Your mouth,” Martha said her voice nearly a whine as she submitted to his question.

  “And what are you wanting me to do with my mouth?”

  “Please me,” Martha begged.

  Martha watched as the smirk never seemed to fall from his face, as he moved his head from her stomach towards her pussy. Freddie ran his tongue across her folds, trying desperately to not touch her clit nor her entrance, to tease her, to make her beg even more.

  Martha did just that, she started to squirm, wanting to feel him properly, wanting him to give her exactly what she wanted. Martha was begging for him, asking for him. Saying ‘please’ over and over.

  “Only because you asked so politely,” Freddie mused, his eyes looking up towards her for a moment, before he returned to Martha’s cunt.

  Freddie moved into her, placing his lips against her clit, instantly feeling her jolt, before her moan tumbled from her mouth. She had been waiting for this all night.

  The pace that he set was rapid, like all of a sudden, he had turned into Martha, wanting to move faster. With his tongue flicking over her clit, he pushed two fingers into her aching core, feeling how wet she had become for him.

  The two fingers instantly found her spot and as he started to pump, she felt him hit it over and over. Martha was moaning uncontrollably at the feeling. Fuck. Oh God.

  Freddie was pushing his fingers into repeatedly, whilst moving his tongue over her clit, running circles upon it. Until he could feel her walls start to tighten, her screams heighten, the words “I’m going to come,” flowing from her mouth.

  Martha was pulling upon the headboard, her arms still firmly above her head. She was lost within the wave, feeling it heighten and about to explode when…

  Freddie removed the fingers from her pussy, pulling himself away from her cunt. He held out his fingers at her mouth, demanding that she cleaned them off.

  Confused, and betrayed by not being given the orgasm that she craved, she licked at the fingers, before he pushed them inside of her mouth.

  “You don’t cum until I say,” Freddie said as he pulled his fingers from her mouth. “Do you understand?”

  “Christ,” Martha said frustrated already at Freddie’s dominance over her yet enjoying every second of it. “Are you ser-”

  “You either understand and tell me so or,” Freddie said with a smirk plastered across his face. “You won’t cum at all.”

  “Ok,” Martha replied with a sigh, still annoyed by him in general, even though it was heavenly the teasing he was putting her through. “I understand you.”

  “Good.”

  With the word falling from his mouth, Freddie pushed himself off the bed, removing the last of his clothes and with it, he freed his hard cock. Martha instantly trailed her eyes across it, admiring every inch of it.

  At just the sight of it, Martha’s pussy trembled, she wanted him to be inside of her instantly. Martha was desperate for her cunt to be filled by Freddie’s cock. However, she tried to hold back herself, the need to beg him, for she knew that what she was wanting was about to become reality, that her wishes would come true.

  Freddie lowered himself back down, wasting no time in settling upon the bed, positioning himself in between her legs and immediately pushing into Martha with one harsh thrust.

  Fuck.

  Martha yelped at the sudden feeling of his cock being inside of her, it was what she wanted but it completely took her by surprise, feeling him all at once.

  Freddie gave her no time to adjust as he started to thrust himself into her, though the ones that followed weren’t as aggressive. They were hard, making her bounce upon the bed, her breasts jiggle. Though it was just the right amount of rough, for waves of pleasure to still flood her body.

  It was clear that Freddie was trying to prove a point; that women don’t always know how to best please a woman, that he could do the same, if not better, than all of Martha’s friends.

  As he continued to thrust into her, feeling her wet core grip at him, Martha was busy trying to catch her breath, as she settled into his movements.

  Martha wrapped her legs around his waist, letting her soft skin coat his body. Her back became arched, allowing him to delve deeper inside of her, all the while he was continually rubbing against her spot. It was all too much for Martha, the overpowering nature of Freddie, it was sending her ever closer to her edge.

  With her mind being lost to the increasing sensation of pleasure, she wanted nothing more than to touch him, to run her hands across his chest, to scratch at his back, to tug at his locks of hair. Though Martha couldn’t do any of those things; her hands were still kept in her restraints, the belt was not allowing for an inch of movement from her wrists.

  Martha was moaning, moving her arms against the restraints continually. She was gripping on to him with her legs. All the while her walls were seeming to grip ever tighter at Freddie’s cock.

  With that, Freddie’s movements slowed, he knew that she was nearing her orgasm, that she wouldn’t listen to what he had said, so he needed to take matters into his own hands.

  Freddie slid out from her cunt, listening to Martha’s pleading with him, begging for him to continue, to fuck her like he just was.

  “I’m not done,” Freddie said as he moved towards her wrists, slowly unravelling them. “Don’t worry.”

  Freddie placed a passionate kiss upon her lips, to let her know that they definitely weren’t over. Martha could still taste herself upon him, as his tongue slipped between her lips.

  Freddie held his belt within his large hands, gripping at it as he moved away from their kiss. Immediately, he declared Martha to turn around, to bend over for him.

  She was good for him. Marth moved towards the end of the bed, bending over Freddie, exposing her ass, her wet dripping pussy to him. She was at his mercy completely.

  Freddie started to leave a few kisses down her neck and upper back, before he met her waist, where he took a hold of her hands, telling her to put them behind her back. Once there, he tied her wrists together with the belt once more, making her completely his, where he could do anything to her.

  Once her hands were secure, her pussy exposed for him completely, Freddie pushed Martha back down to the bed, pushing her face into the plush covers.

  “Remember, only cum when I say,” Freddie said, knowing that Martha was ignoring his wishes, that she was not abiding by the rules that he had set. “Do you understand?”

  “Jesus, Freddie,” Martha declared through a harsh moan, for Freddie had placed the tip of his cock upon her entrance.

  Martha could imagine what he was doing, how he could feel her desire pool onto him, how he was lining himself up for his entrance to her heated core, all the while he was towering over her at the edge of the bed, ready to do whatever he wanted with her.

  “I said,” Freddie stated as he slammed a hand upon her ass cheek, causing one loud slap to erupt around the room. “Do you understand?”

  “Please,” Martha said desperate to feel his cock inside of her once more, to feel her come to her satisfying orgasm, for her to shake beneath him. Freddie brought another slap down upon her, for not following the rules. He knew that she enjoyed it, from the moan that escaped her lips, from the juices that were flowing from her pussy. “Fuck me already.”

  Another harsh slap cam down upon her ass cheek, jolting her forwards, and finally coming into submission; she had said that she would be hard to tame after all, and they were both enjoying the process far too much.

  “I understand.”

  “Good.”

  Freddie pushed into her cunt with one harsh
thrust, completely filling her in an instance. With the new position, he could delve even further into her tight pussy, completely feeling every part of her.

  Martha was moaning erratically from beneath him as he started to thrust into her, feeling her walls ever so tight around him.

  This time, Freddie wasn’t holding back at all. His hands were gripped at her hips, his nails leaving moon shaped crescents into her skin, his fingertips delving into her, knowing that they would leave small bruises for tomorrow. Freddie fucked her as hard as he could muster, as rough as he was able to, enjoying the series of moans and squeals that were being emitted from the woman’s mouth.

  The pace was growing with each thrust. Freddie leaned over her, letting her hear his own light moans, his own breath heaving within his chest. One of his hands became entwined into her locks, where he started to pull upon the roots, causing her to arch her back even more for him. With each pull upon her hair, it felt like he was driving his cock even further into her cunt.

  The hand that had been continually gripped at her waist slowly moved, snaking around her towards her pussy, where he placed his thumb against her heated nub. Freddie started to rub her clit in firm circular motions, causing her pussy to constrict even further.

  This was it. This would be her chance to say something.

  “Freddie,” Martha moaned as she felt herself growing ever higher. “Please can I?”

  “You may,” Freddie stated, continuing his dominance, his harsh thrusts into her pussy, the circular motions upon her clit.

  “You can’t,” Martha moaned in ecstasy. “Cum in me, it’s bad timing, but oh-”

  Freddie felt like he had never felt a cunt so tight when Martha reached her high, for her wall gripped to him tightly, harsher than he had ever felt. The orgasm sent a series of shivers throughout Martha’s body, the warmth of her orgasm flooding her.

  Freddie wished to please her, to show her what a true man could do. So, he held off his own climax, continuing his thrusts into Martha until she came down from her high, where her walls relaxed around him, when the last moan had fell from her lips.

  With that, Freddie pulled out of her, observing Martha’s concerned expression, knowing what her next question would be.

  “I didn’t,” Freddie said with a smirk. “You said not to.”

  “Good,” Martha said, wanting to please Freddie just as much as he wanted to please her. “Because I want you to cum in my mouth.”

  It wasn’t a completely change of dominance. For Freddie was the one to pull her up, position her in front of his cock, with her arms still tied behind her back.

  It was her idea, it was what she wanted, but he also needed to be in control. Freddie was the one to be dominant and no one else would take that from him.

  Freddie’s fingers became entwined into Martha’s hair, where he pulled at her roots, guiding her toughly towards his hard cock, that was coated in her own juices.

  Martha took all of Freddie’s cock into her mouth, tasting herself upon him as she flicked her tongue against him. Though there wasn’t time for intricacies as Freddie grabbed a hold of her hair once more roughly pushing her up and down his cock.

  With Freddie guiding her harshly alongside his length, Martha closed her eyes, trying to focus upon him and not the feeling building within her. She was starting to gag upon him, feeling him thrust deep into her mouth. As he moved inside of her mouth, pushing and pulling her, she tried to not choke, to do her best with him.

  “Look at me,” Freddie demanded, he looked down upon her, smirking as he watched Martha tackle his cock in her mouth.

  Freddie was fucking her mouth then, thrusting inside of her, watching as her eyes started to water from the repeated hits at the back of her throat. His hands were still gripped to the roots of her hair, causing her to go nowhere.

  With the continuous movements, a few grunts were moving from his lips. Martha could tell that he was moving closer and as his grip upon her hair loosened, she continued to bop upon him, allowing her to take him all in.

  Freddie’s cock began to twitch inside of Martha’s mouth, and with one last movement she became full of his warm cum. She tried her hardest to swallow it all, to collect all of it up and clean himself completely of it, though some had spilled out. Freddie looked down at her, pulling himself from her mouth, admiring the cum that was littered upon her face and breasts still.

  “Your different than everyone else, aren’t you?” Freddie said with a laugh as he started to unfasten the belt from her wrists, finally freeing her from her restraints.

  “I’m nothing special,” Martha said with a smirk, before she took to the cum on her breast, wiping it with her finger before licking it clean. “I’m sure there have been other women, that were better than me.”

  “You’re different, like your one of a kind,” Freddie said as he moved towards his clothes, starting to dress himself once more. “You’re interesting, quite alluring with that as well.”

  “Oh, so all of the others were boring then?” Martha laughed as she moved towards her clothes as well, pulling her lace panties back over her silky legs.

  “Not like that,” Freddie said, his eyes firmly upon the belt that he was putting back on himself. “It’s just, other than my late wife, I’ve never known a woman as interesting, as intriguing.”

  “So,” Martha said cautiously, stopping in her tracks as she heard the words fall from his mouth, she was still half dressed but the words couldn’t wait. “I’m like your late wife, Ada?”

  “No,” Freddie said with a laugh. “The opposite, but that’s because you’re different Martha, one of a kind… I should leave, it’s two in the morning now.”

  “Stay,” Martha said, immediately eliciting a chuckle from Freddie. “Your house is over an hour away.”

  “That would be… inappropriate, don’t you think?”

  “Now that’s inappropriate?” Martha said with a laugh. “You’ve just tied me up and fucked me, yet I’m engaged to your nephew, I don’t think appropriate is what we do… so how about a glass of whiskey before you leave?”

  “Only one,” Freddie said as he sat himself back onto the bed, watching Martha move throughout the room, returning with two glasses for them both.

  “I’m intrigued by your reasons,” Freddie said as he lit himself a cigarette. “For getting involved in your father’s business.”

  “Freedom,” Martha said with a laugh. “I also need to occupy my thoughts, give myself a purpose for all of this. Is that not the same as you?”

  “I guess you are right.”

  “About the accounts though, I need to go through two of them with you, Paul doesn’t understand and I think-”

  “That can wait,” Freddie declared. “Until tomorrow.”

  “Ok…”

  “My house, at 7pm? There’s a gathering… a strike… tomorrow in the city and I won’t be driving in. I can get Paul to deliver the accounting books to you in the morning.”

  “That’ll be fine then Freddie,” Martha said as she leaned her head against Freddie’s chest, feeling a wave of tiredness overcome her. “7pm…”

  “Martha?”

  Martha briefly responded with a gentle, mhm, as she wrapped one of her hands across his chest, before she succumbed to her sleep, drifting off from reality entirely.

  “Fuck,” Freddie whispered as he felt her upon him, how she had moved into sleep so easily.

  Freddie brushed a hand through her hair, gently separating the tangles that he had created. The woman before him, that was laid upon his chest was gorgeous, she was stunning in every way possible. There was something alluding about her and he could have easily stayed beside her, drifting off to his own sleep and waking to see her next to him.

  It was wrong. It was a bad idea. So, with that thought, Freddie carefully climbed from the bed, placing a throw over her half-clothed body.

  Watching her intently, he scribbled a note for her upon the bedside table, reminding her of what they had agreed upon.


  ‘Martha, thank you, for last night. Remember, 7pm, for the accounts, at my house.’