by Piper Stone
“I don’t like your tone. If something is going on, I need to know.” Dominick bristled.
“Let me do some digging and we’ll talk. I’ll tell you my thoughts,” Fred stated.
Dominick exhaled. He hated playing games of any type but in order to push development further north, both properties were vital. “All right, but I need to know every detail. We have the board meeting the end of next week. See you tomorrow bright and early.”
“As always and don’t remind me about the meeting,” Fred groaned.
If there was something going on, he would find out. Betrayal he wasn’t going to tolerate. He dropped the phone onto the kitchen counter, taking a swig of his scotch. That last thing he wanted to do was attend a function, especially without Jenna. “God. What am I thinking?” This had been a way of soothing his anger at Catherine, not finding a woman he wanted to share every aspect of his life with.
Seeing her at the restaurant, while unexpected, had certainly been a reminder that Richmond was in many ways a small town. He had far too many friends who wouldn’t understand the type of relationship they shared. They’d even have some difficulty with the age difference, certain he was going through some fucking midlife crisis. Maybe he was, but if that was the case, this was certainly the way to go.
He eased his hand over his belt, running his fingers across the leather. He took another sip, sucking on the remaining ice. Even texting her had been impetuous. So what? The moment he’d seen her sitting at the table, out of his control, his total command, had sent him to dark places in his mind, hunger rocketing off the charts. He’d wanted to fuck her, take her right there in the bathroom, without care of who would question, who might possible see their heated passion. At least the spanking had given him some sense of relief. Now? He was a pacing, raging tiger, longing to feast on his prey.
The rapping on the door was enough to make him issue a slow hiss, a growl forming in his chest. He could lose all control with her tonight. Almost slamming the glass down on the counter, he headed toward the entrance, his feet echoing as he walked. His entire body was stiff, his hands shaking as she opened the door.
Jenna’s eyes traveled from his eyes to his belt, her expression one of desire.
“Right on time, baby girl. You might receive another treat this evening. Depends on how obedient you are.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Her attire was different than he’d seen earlier. Gone was the professional look, complete with her hair in a bun. On this glorious evening, she wore a simple black dress, her hair hung loosely around her shoulders and her feet in strappy sandals. She was breathtaking. “You know what you need to do.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He walked away, allowing her the freedom of moving into his office, but on this night, he wanted to watch, to study her reactions to his surprise. After a few seconds, he moved to the other door leading to his office, standing in the shadows. He’d yet to read her list of infractions, not that he cared any longer. What they shared had already changed, altered in such a way that would disallow returning to merely disciplinarian and student. He was on edge, his dick pulsing, throbbing in a way that had already given him a headache. Even masturbating that afternoon hadn’t eased his anxiety.
Or his extreme need.
Jenna headed straight for the desk, reaching out then snapping back her hand.
He’d positioned the stainless steel nipple and clit clamps in the middle, the dangling chains glistening in the warm glow of the desk lamp. Even from where he stood, he was able to see her expression, guarded yet curious, hungry to experience yet full of trepidation. He could also smell her desire. The primal need in him was awakened, ready to feast. He sneered at the thought as she finally fingered the first gift, using just the tip of her pinky.
She exhaled as she stood over his desk. Using the same finger, she traced a circle around her nipple, no doubt thinking about what the clamp would feel like, the pain coursing through her body.
He stood in silence, watching in glorious abandon as she finally moved away, her actions stilted as she undressed. She placed her clothes in a neat pile, patting the top before walking toward the corner. Once she had her nose pressed against the wall, he slunk away further into the shadows, controlling his harsh breaths as he thought about tonight. Every time they were together, he sensed they were both getting closer, no longer intimidated by the fact they’d been strangers only days before.
In a gesture very unlike him, he poured another splash of scotch, bringing the tumbler to his lips. He was forced to realize just how much he cared for this girl. Tossing back the entire contents of his glass, he held the crystal against his head, rubbing the cool glass back and forth several times before easing it down on the counter. Allowing a long breath to escape, he reeled in his thoughts, even the concerns that had started to filter into the back of his mind, determined to enjoy the evening. Yeah, he liked this girl way too much.
As he thought about what implement he would use to spank her, he smiled, chuckling under his breath. He’d seen the various looks on her face earlier, the way she’d darted glances at the bathroom door earlier in the day. She’d wanted someone to walk in on them, to discover their damning deed, even staying to watch and enjoy. He could offer her additional humiliation without fear of being seen. Perfect. He rummaged through his kitchen drawers, huffing given he hadn’t had a need for hand pruners since moving in. However, he knew they were in this kitchen. When he found them, he resisted laughing. Cutting a switch would be the ultimate in punishment.
Dominick waited for an additional five minutes before walking into his office. There was no need to announce his presence. She knew he was behind her. “Have you considered your infractions, the manners in which you’ve been disobedient and are you ready to repent?”
“Yes, Daddy. I have.”
Tonight, her voice was sexier, sultry. He ran his fingers down the chain attached to the clamps, smiling at his lurid thoughts. “Did you like my present, baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Pain and pleasure. Come with me. I have yet another surprise.” He held out his hand, waiting for her to move toward him.
Jenna swallowed as she narrowed her eyes, determining what he held in his other hand. “Sir, I…” She shook her head and clasped her fingers around his.
He pulled her close as he walked with purpose toward the set of French doors leading out onto the deck. Stopping briefly, he turned to face her. “You’re going to help me select the perfect switch to use tonight. Yes?”
Opening her mouth, she issued a groan before clamping down, a nervous tic appearing on the corner of her mouth.
“Baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He walked them both outside, breathing in the evening air, the moon already cresting above the horizon. Sensing her apprehension, he kept his grip tight as they took the stairs slowly, the landing leading out onto the pool decking. Right now, he longed to remove his clothes and enjoy a quiet swim before engaging in carnal activity. He smiled at the thought before heading toward the dense patch of foliage surrounding the property. “My neighbors are just on the other side of the trees.” He darted a glance, his breath skipping seeing her pensive face, the way she scanned the perimeter.
“Anyone could be watching.” She’d noticed the single house that could offer any view of their nefarious act.
“Yes. Imagine what they would think seeing you naked.” He took purposeful steps toward a bank of shrubs, dropping her hand as he studied the various plants.
“Yes, Sir. They would know I’m being disciplined.” Her voice was decidedly low, as if others could hear their conversation.
Dominick couldn’t keep a smile off his face as he fingered the various shrubs, testing the vines and limbs. “Let’s see how this one does. Why don’t you do the honors?” He handed her the clippers, taking a step back and directing her to cut the chosen vine. Her hand was clammy, her thumb running across his before he let
her go. A swirl of visions rushed into the back of his mind. Perhaps he’d spank her right here.
Jenna was stilted as she accepted the pruning shears, studying the tool before taking tentative steps forward. She swallowed visibly before gripping the top of the limb, cutting almost three feet lower, wincing the second she cut through the bark. “Here, Sir.”
The second their fingers touched again, his cock twitched. Self-control was going to take a hell of a lot out of him tonight. He picked off the various leaves before swinging the switch. The whistling sound was almost right, but the limb itself was too thin. He chuckled at the thought. As if he had any idea about the right weight. “Not quite right. Let’s continue looking.”
She trailed behind him, one arm covering her breasts, her steps heavy in the thick grass.
He tilted his head, allowing his gaze to travel down the length of her. “No. you are not allowed to cover yourself.”
Wincing, she dropped her arm, clenching her fist and lowering her head out of embarrassment.
“You’re too beautiful as well as willful to be allowed to cover your naked body. This one might work.” He directed her to another bush, touching the longest limb before giving her a nod of approval.
Her mouth remained pouting as she repeated the effort, cutting a twig. She held it out for his inspection.
Dominick held the twig in his hand, swishing the possible implement down. “I think this will do. Remove the greenery.” He stood watching her, fascinated by the effort she took in removing every leaf. When she was finished, she brushed her hand down the stalk.
“Here you are, Sir.” Her voice was barely audible.
He held the switch in the air, turning and twisting it, studying the bark as he felt the weight. “Perfect.” He cracked the limb down and the whooshing sound was like music to his ears. “This will do nicely. Let’s go back inside.”
She narrowed her eyes, her mouth twisted in conflict before nodding, clearly embarrassed by the entire situation.
When they were nestled behind closed doors, he led her back into the office, his mind reeling with various possibilities. He placed the switch on the corner of the desk and took a deep breath. Easing around her, he brushed his finger down her spine to her ass, moving the tip up and down the crack. “I’m proud of you for wearing the plug. How does it feel?” He twisted the rubber, turning it ever so slowly as he waited for her answer.
“Better than I would have thought, Sir.”
“And what did you think as you sat in your office chair?”
A slight smile crossed her face. “That I was very naughty indeed.”
“Yes. And you are.” Dominick lifted the clamps, moving in front of her. “These are very special and will become your friends.”
Jenna blinked, her eyes glistening. “I…”
“You’ve never experienced them before.”
“No, Sir.”
He cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing back and forth across her nipple. “Next week, we’re going to have your nipples pierced.”
She opened her mouth, a single whimper escaping. “Yes, Sir.”
As he squeezed her breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple, he opened the clamp with the other, allowing her to hear the squeaking sound the implement made. The clover clamp was perfect, allowing him to control the tension. He kept the clamp open as he placed the nips around her already hardened nipple. “When I release, you will feel extreme pain for a few minutes.”
“Yes, Sir.” She was ashen, her body trembling.
He gently let go, immediately cupping her other breast, his fingers repeating the process.
Jenna bucked, tossing back her head, a pain-filled moan escaping her lips. “Oh!”
“Breathe.” He wasted no time placing the clamp on the other, releasing then taking a step back.
Her entire face glistened with perspiration, her mouth twisted, her eyes shut as she panted.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She did as she was told, her body swaying.
He rubbed her clit, rolling his finger around in swirl after swirl until she moaned, this time from pleasure. “Feel good?”
“Yes…” She licked her lips as he continued rubbing.
After a few seconds, he pinched her clit, pulling on her tender tissue then lowering the other clamp. When the rubber tip was in place, he let go.
“Oh!”
Dominick steadied her, keeping her upright as she grew used to the pain. Very carefully, he pulled the chain, watching her face contort with myriad raging emotions. This was an incredible moment, sharing something so utterly intimate and dominating. “Now, I’m going to use the switch.”
“Sir, I…” Her eyelids fluttered open. She was searching for him, making certain that everything would be all right.
He rubbed his hand down her arm. “You’re a very good girl. Hands over your head.” He could hear the rattle in his breathing as he eased her further from the desk. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, the woman he was… Yes, the words entered his mind, the very sentiment he’d promised himself that he’d never say, let alone think again. Yet, here he was.
When she was in position, her head held high, her expression one of resignation, he issued several swings, taking his time to make certain of the force of his hand, let alone the marks issued.
“Oh… That hurts, Sir.”
“Yes, and spankings are supposed to hurt, aren’t they?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her mouth was tight-lipped as he issued several more across her buttocks and thighs, moving just in front of her.
So many thoughts rattled through his brain as he controlled the snapping of his wrist, the switch marking her beautiful skin in thin wisps. He whipped the fronts of her thighs as he moved around in a circle. Every time the twig rushed through the air, creating a whooshing sound, he cringed, both loving and loathing the sound. He could see tears slipping past her lashes, falling silently down her cheeks. “You’re doing very well.”
All she could do was moan, her toes curling, her hands clasped tightly together.
Only seconds later he could take no more. Dropping the switch, he closed the distance, kissing her on the lips before whispering, “I’m very proud of you. Breathe for me.”
She took deep breaths as he released the clamp on her first nipple, immediately bending down to suck the bruised tissue, his tongue laving in a sensuous manner. He repeated the move with her other breast, gently releasing the clamp, taking her reddened bud into his mouth.
Whimpering, she’d lolled her head down, her body continuing to sway.
Dominick eased to his knees, removing the last clamp and dropping it to the floor as he used both hands to open her pussy lips, sliding his tongue up and down.
“Oh, yes… Sir. My Sir.”
He rubbed his hands up and down her inner thighs, marveling at the way her skin felt. When her breathing slowed, he rose to his feet. “You taste just so sweet.”
Her eyelids were only half open and her eyes were glassy, but her smile was full of mischief. “Can I taste you, Sir?”
Taking a step back, he wanted nothing more than to have her mouth wrapped around his cock. “Yes, you may.”
Even though she continued to shake, she eased onto her knees, crawling toward him, her eyes never leaving his face. She brushed the back of her fingers up and down the inside of his legs, moving to within inches of his crotch.
The look on her face, one of fascination as well as reverence sent a chill into his heart. He didn’t deserve this kind of look, not for any reason. As she began removing his shoes, taking her time to position each one, his thoughts drifted to all the scandalous things he wanted to do with her, and all the places he’d find to fuck and whip her. Dear God, he was an evil son of a bitch.
She rose onto her knees, unbuckling his belt and easing the strap through the loops. When she’d freed it, she held the strap under her nose, inhaling deeply. “My favorite.”
“I’ll keep that in min
d.” He pulled the shirt up and over his head, longing to be completely naked, free of the tight confines. He kept his eyes pinned on her as she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, peeling them back, pressing her face into his groin. “God, I want you.” He placed his hand on her head as she inhaled, kissing his cock through his underwear. Nothing should be as sexy as this.
Purring, she rolled his pants and underwear down his legs, allowing her lips to rub across the tip of his cock only once. A satisfied laugh filtered from her mouth as she lowered his pants and removed them.
Dominick spread his legs wide apart, giving her complete access. He kept his hand on her head as she blew across his shaft and balls and the way her hot breath felt against his skin was perhaps the most incredible round of electricity yet. He was lost in the passion, the near ecstasy as she darted out her tongue, dragging the tip back and forth across his sensitive slit. As she continued to make cooing sounds, the soft purr driving him insane, he closed his eyes.
Jenna took his balls in one hand, rolling them between her fingers, squeezing as she continued blowing, her tongue swirling around his shaft in slow and easy moves. “I love your cock, Sir. Thick and hard. Perfect.”
“I’ll love having your mouth wrapped around my dick, sucking every drop of cum.” The words were blatant, husky from his unbridled hunger. The pressure from her hand was delicious, painful to a point, allowing his entire body to light up with current.
She lowered her head as she lifted his shaft, licking down the underside until she reached his balls. Opening her mouth, she blew across the tender sac before taking one testicle into her mouth.
“Fuck!” His grip on her head tightened, his muscles straining.
Licking and sucking, she used one hand to pump the base, twisting back and forth, creating friction. With the other she massaged his inner thigh, her fingers caressing, kneading.
“Yes, that’s it,” he murmured, unable to think clearly.
She slid her open mouth to his other ball, sucking and swirling her tongue back and forth. After a few seconds, she dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock, slickening his shaft with her saliva. Her shoulders rigid, she remained on her knees as she took his dick into her mouth. She wrapped her hand around the base, stroking up and down.