Retraining the Dom

by Jennifer Denys

  Ignoring her harrumph he continued to kiss up her cheek and across her face, his lips soft and warm. He skirted her lips, and when she twisted toward him, wanting a kiss, he denied her lifting his chin, smiling at her as he held himself away.

  Looking down into her frowning face he shook his head. “Uh uh. Not sure you deserve a kiss after using that evil feather on me.”

  Enough was enough. Olivia tried to push him off, but he used the full force of his weight to hold her down, pressing his elbows in to keep her head still. It wasn’t easy, but she knew he worked out regularly, although she was also aware that if she had been twenty years younger than he was instead of a few years older she may well have won given her size.

  “Livvy, Livvy. I thought you wanted a kiss.” He raised his eyebrows at her in a mock-seducer way. “You know you do. And maybe you do merit a reward after all you have been teaching me.”

  She tried to take in his comments and contemplated how sincere he was being. Taking advantage of her stillness he captured her lips in one swoop, and as her mouth opened instinctively he plunged in, capturing her tongue.

  God, he tastes wonderful! Peppermint notwithstanding, it was more the taste of Trey—rich, strong, and mature. Her lips widened beneath his as she finally pulled her arms free to wind them around his back, digging her fingers into his shoulders. The two of them tangled tongues, pressing, stroking, each striving to take control, to dominate the kiss.

  It was Dom against Domme.

  Trey tried to insinuate a knee between her legs, the leather mini skirt she had decided to wear for a change having ridden up. She was aware it gave him easy access. At first she resisted, but then an idea came to her and she used his tactics against him. Pretending to give in she let him settle between her thighs.

  For a few seconds she enjoyed the bliss of having a man in that position, so rarely did it happen. Then, with regret, she encircled his firm girth, her long legs working in her favour. Tied as he still was, and now restrained by her legs, he struggled, but couldn’t move. It was her turn to grin.

  He lifted his head perplexed. “Well, I was glad you had worn a skirt for a change, but now it seems we have an impasse.” He wriggled some more, and she relaxed slightly feeling his cock throbbing between her legs, pressing hard against her pussy, which was covered only by a black lace thong. She closed her eyes tightly. She soooo wanted him inside her. All she needed to do was shift just a little and he could slip past her thong and enter her very wet pussy.

  Trey obviously knew this, too. Despite his being tied she could feel him moving, shifting, probing as he sought entry, trying to push aside her thong with his erect cock. Meanwhile, he tried to distract her by sucking her neck. She’d never noticed before how sensitive that part of her body was, the tip of his tongue tickling her skin

  But it wasn’t enough, and she groaned in frustration. It was time to control this scene. Her legs and arms still around him, before he could become conscious of her intention she had him on his back with her on top once more.

  He sighed. She knew he was thinking that she was about to bring this session to an end.

  No way.

  Needing him inside her she briefly considered getting up to get a condom, but knew from his file that he was clean. With her on the pill and his throbbing cock tantalisingly close Olivia moved. She reached between her legs to move her thong aside and pressed against him until his tip was just inside.

  “You want me to go get a condom?” She had to give him the option.

  Trey’s response was to push up, but she lifted her body, keeping him inside her, but only just.

  “Bitch.”

  Olivia raised her eyebrows until he answered properly.

  “As long as we’re both clean and I hope you’re safe, I’d rather not.”

  She moved forward so that she was on all fours over him letting him slide out of her.

  He groaned.

  “That’s what you get for disrespect.” Yeah, but I lose out, too!

  “What do I need to do to get back inside you?”

  “Beg me.”

  Trey laughed harshly. “Please, Mistress Olivia, take me. I am yours. Do what you want to me.”

  That was going a bit far, but it would do, and Olivia widened her legs to drop back down on him, wiggling her butt to get him into position, and then began a slow, inexorable press downward feeling his solid length filling her. He was pretty big and sooo long. It seemed to take an age before she could go no further.

  It had been a little uncomfortable at first, but she hadn’t wanted to let him know she rarely had sex with her subs. She got off on dominating them instead, and hadn’t had a proper relationship in a long time. This was partly because most men were intimidated by her size, and partly because she was worried about getting too deeply involved that her needs became sublimated to his.

  “Hell, Livvy. You are so snug. Can’t remember the last time I was with anyone this tight.”

  She had to distract him and beamed down at him. “Like it?” She clenched her vaginal muscles. Her pelvic floor exercises worked well.

  “Shit!”

  Relaxing again she sat upright and began to ride him, cowgirl style, but slowly, just a nice gentle trot as her body accustomed itself to his length. Meanwhile, she had his broad chest in front of her. A light smattering of hair covered his pecs and made a beeline down the middle. Olivia ran her forefingers down it and back up, before teasing his nipples with her thumbs, enjoying the firmness beneath her palms.

  “How often you have to work out, Trey?”

  Grunting he said, “More and more often these days.”

  As she chuckled he raised his knees to press on her back. Olivia raised an eyebrow. “You think that will give you control?”

  He shrugged. “Worth a try.”

  “Hmm. Leave them there.” Leaning backward Olivia used his raised legs to support her back and use as leverage. Pressing down into the bed with her knees she increased her rocking motion, his cock now sliding easily in her wet vagina as he rubbed a particular erogenous zone deep within her, maybe her g-spot. Whatever it was, she felt fabulous.

  She watched his face as she moved. At first he looked delighted that she was giving him what he wanted, but then he beamed broadly and Olivia became worried. It was a look of mischief.

  When he dug his feet into the bed and raised his butt upward to meet her downward drop she found out exactly what he planned. The shock rippled through her body, and that sensitive spot became one of ecstasy.

  It left her breathless and trembling. “Bastard.” Her voice was high pitched as she tried to avoid crying out. It would only give him satisfaction.

  Trey just sniggered and repeated his action. She groaned and increased her speed. Placing her hands on the bed to hold her steady they became a blur of movement as each rode the other, each sought completion, each rushed to their climax.

  “Ahhhhhh.” Olivia got there first, her fingers digging deeply into the bed cover as her body shook and ripples ran through her. She had to rest her head on Trey’s chest as she pressed her pelvis against his, keeping her clit tightly against his body as long as she could.

  Trey came a second later, bucking beneath her as his seed spurted inside her, gradually slowing his movement until he sighed in a final breath. “Oh, damn shit. That was good.”

  Olivia sat up and looked down at the man beneath her, his hands still tied. He might have been on the bottom, but she couldn’t dispel the feeling that he had just topped her. And somehow she didn’t care. She knew she was beginning to fall for him. Hard.

  Chapter Eight

  “You want what?”

  Trey heard disbelief in Olivia’s voice, and sighed inwardly.

  “I have learned a great deal since our first session. But I think it’s time. I would like to be able to control a scene.” He didn’t add the words, “for a change”. Instead he altered it and said, “With a sub.”

  He was actually desperate to be in charge agai
n. He needed to prove to himself that he hadn’t lost his dominance, and, above all, he wanted to prove it with her, of all people.

  However, the look on her face told him she wasn’t convinced, so he tried something else. “I admit Sean was right to put me through this retraining.” Trey was sincere, although, if he wasn’t so pig-headed he would truthfully acknowledge this to himself. All right. So he had been thoroughly enjoying these sessions with Olivia and had learned to restrain his tendencies toward excess, to stop being like his mother. And to respect the subs. After all they chose to let him dominate them. But enough was enough, surely.

  Olivia frowned. “Hmm. Yes, I think it may be time to see how my lessons have worked. Of course, I’ll stay in the room to watch. Wait while I see who is available.”

  She was halfway to the door when Trey shouted after her, “No!”

  Turning, with a stunned look on her face, Olivia said, “I beg your pardon?”

  Trey had been startled by his own outburst as well, and shook his head to get rid of the confusion he felt. When she had suggested getting a sub he didn’t want anyone else. Just her. He wondered what was happening, why he felt this way. A ball of anxiety hit his stomach when he knew Olivia was becoming important to him, because once this was all over, they would go back to their old lives—Dom and Domme.

  Olivia was looking at him strangely. Okay, so how do I get out of this one? “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I just thought you could play the sub again.”

  “Me!”

  Her voice was a mixture of amazement, shock, and guilt. It was like she was hiding something. And it was more than the reasons she had given him for becoming a Domme. He’d considered that before, but put it aside worried that it was his secrets he was showing. But Olivia was nothing like his long-dead abusive mother.

  “Well, you won’t really know if I am keeping my control in check unless you are on the receiving end, will you?” He walked forward, his hands on his hips. Challenging her. Tempting her again.

  Olivia stepped back. The door was immediately behind her. She looked worried, which was intriguing, but it wasn’t evident in her voice, which was as strong and patronizing as ever. “Oh, I assure you I can tell by watching.” Once again her trembling body belied what she said.

  Trey stepped toward her and tried a different tack. “Are you sure you can trust me with someone else?”

  She frowned, but still didn’t move. Neither did she leave to get a sub.

  He deliberately taunted her. “Are you being a coward, Mistress Olivia?”

  That was enough to rile her. With eyes full of fighting spirit, she stepped forward and jabbed a finger at him. “Fine. Then show me you are trustworthy and my lessons are working, but I reserve the right to terminate this scene instantly.”

  Holding back the broad grin that threatened to erupt, Trey simply nodded. She may well stop immediately with what he had in mind, but it would be interesting to see how far she would go. “Good. Then bend over the spanking bench.”

  Olivia gasped at his demand. “There is no way you are spanking me.”

  Trey chuckled. “Even though you did it to me.”

  “You had to learn a lesson. I don’t.”

  “And you need to know I have learned from your classes.”

  As she hesitated he quickly took hold of her wrists and pulled her to him until they were face to face. The look on her face told him how startled she was. Although, once again, her body gave a different vibe as she practically melted into him, her pelvis pressing into him. Could a Dom like me turn Livvy submissive again? That was food for thought.

  “Spanking you was not my intention. Not that I need to explain myself to a sub or even a pretend one. But you note I am not holding your hands too tightly to harm you, am I?” His grip was firm, but she could have pulled away easily if she had been of a mind to.

  She conceded. “No. Then what…” Olivia was about to ask him what he was going to do, but a raise of one of his eyebrows made her acquiesce. “All right. Let go of me, and I’ll go to the bench.”

  When Trey didn’t let go of her she frowned.

  “While I am glad you are going to do as I ask, any sub that doesn’t give me respect would get that spanking. But since you are not a sub and I am being lenient, I will give you a second chance to mend your tone.”

  Olivia stared intently at him, shifting emotions clear in her eyes. “And what will you do if I don’t?”

  This defiance was obviously to see if he was likely to return to his old ways, which would have been to drag her over to the bench and thrash her. While that was very tempting, he knew he couldn’t do that, not to her and possibly not to anyone else. At least, not as hard as he used to. “In this scenario where you are a sub who repeatedly won’t respect me then I will leave this room and tell Master Sean that you are not sub material.” He ignored the fact that he had repeatedly refused to call her by her title. But then he never pretended to be a sub.

  “Won’t that just make you seem lacking in dominance if you have to run and tell tales to the boss?”

  She was really testing him. He snorted. “Sure, but all new subs go through induction, and they are taught to always use the correct titles. I assume, therefore, that you are lacking the desire to be a sub, rather than you’ve been through a poor induction. You do realize that rejecting a sub and the humiliation they get from that is as good a punishment as physical admonishment.”

  “For some. It doesn’t always work for everyone.” She yielded. “Okay, so we’ll assume I am an obedient sub. Please let go of me, Sir. Or would you prefer, Master Trey?”

  The look she gave him was full of arrogance, and he smiled to himself. Oh, I would love to have someone this feisty as my sub. What a shame most of the subs who came to the club were not. Either they had read about BDSM somewhere, and thought it fun to be controlled for an evening—and he strictly avoided the newbies as they were too much work—or they were seriously into being dominated and feistiness didn’t enter their heads.

  “Either will do. But drop your jeans and bend over the chair instead. I think that will work better.” He let go of her hands and watched as she walked over to the furniture he indicated, stepped out of her shoes and dropped her trousers as he demanded, presenting him with a gorgeous rounded backside.

  Walking to a nearby cupboard, which held various punishment implements, he pretended to peruse them wondering if she would say anything. He glanced out of the corner of his eye in her direction. Olivia had turned her head to watch him, her eyes narrowed in mistrust, but she didn’t say a word, nor move, just pursed her red-rimmed lips in disapproval.

  Instead he opened a drawer and took out a dildo, holding it up so she could see. Her eyes were wide open in shock before she quickly turned her head away. To disguise her feelings he wondered? He half expected her to query what he was going to do with it, but she was silent. Trey was getting to know Olivia now. When she was forced to be a sub she went quiet.

  “Now, I recall at our last session you plundered my cock. I will now raid your vagina.”

  A gasp came from her.

  “Did you say something, oh sub of mine?”

  Trey cocked a head in her direction, but she kept her mouth shut, although her expression had changed to one of interest.

  Moving toward her he studied the ubiquitous pink dildo. It was long and curved at the end. And thick. He nodded, very pleased. It was about the same size as he was.

  “I think this will do nicely.” Trey’s eyes rested on her upturned buttocks. Either she had been commando underneath her jeans or she had automatically removed her underwear, even though he hadn’t requested it. He rolled the sex toy over her buttocks enjoying her reaction as she tightened her butt. Tapping her thighs with it, he sighed. “Tut tut. A good sub would know to keep her legs apart, preferably shoulder width.”

  Olivia turned to look at him directly, but dropped her eyes immediately. Once again he was aware of how sub-like she could be. She spoilt it though
, by speaking. “And what are you going to do if I don’t?”

  The little madam is challenging me! He rested a knee on the chair seat and lifted her chin up so she would look at him.

  “It depends on the sub. If she had done this repeatedly a punishment would be in order, wouldn’t you say? Or even denying her the reward of the dildo.”

  The corners of her mouth turned up.

  “And if this was the first time I would tell her of her error, maybe with a warning spank.” He then proceeded to do just that, but was shocked at his action. He never hit directly with his hand. It reminded him too much of her. And he wasn’t thinking of Olivia.

  Immediately he rubbed the place he had just hit, soothing it, and was gratified when Olivia opened her legs in response.

  “Very good.”

  In fact it was more than good. As he ran his hand up the inside of her thighs he could feel her juices. Olivia was dripping, already! Well, well, well. Quickly unwrapping the sterile covering from the dildo he rubbed it in her juices. She quivered, her butt wobbling at the same time. Moving up toward her crotch he slid the length of the sex toy back and forth along her slit, parting her pussy lips, gathering even more moisture.

  Olivia moaned.

  “Now some Doms might insist that their subs remain silent. It is a dominance thing as it can be very hard for subs to hold back their sounds, particularly if their Master is good at his work. However, you will be pleased to know I am not one of them.” Oh no. He was going to relish each and every sound of submission coming from Olivia.

  Reaching between her splayed legs he parted her labia. Some women hated having wide labial lips, complaining that they were ugly, but it was something he personally loved. Not that he ever let any female know. He had remained aloof from women all his life, enjoying their bodies, enjoying his dominance over them, never falling for their spell. Until now.

  “Until now.” Where did that come from? Did he feel more for Olivia than just enjoying their play?

  He pulled back, astonished at the turn of his thoughts, his rising cock suddenly going limp.