When he kissed her back, she became momentarily distracted. Dio, the man knew how to make her weak in the knees.
She broke the kiss. “Mmmm. Thank you. Mistress is now very pleased with her boy.”
His eyes twinkled when he smiled, but he quickly averted his gaze. To reward him, she reached down to stroke his penis.
Angelina straddled him and pressed her bare pussy against his erection. He pumped his hips against her core, and she closed her eyes, moaning. She reached for the top button of her shirt and undid it. When she opened her eyes, Marc’s gaze lingered on her breasts waiting not-quite patiently for her to undo the next button. Well, at least he wasn’t challenging her by looking her in the eye.
“Tell Mistress A what you need, boy.”
He licked his lips. “I need to see Mistress’s tits, so I can suck her nipples into my mouth, one at a time, until the peaks harden. Then I need to bite them until she screams for me.”
Mio Dio. Her pussy muscles clenched. Well, she’d asked him a direct question and had gotten honesty in return. Drawing a deep breath, she undid another button and spread the flaps of the shirt open, tucking them around her breasts like a sling. As she leaned forward, she reached out to hold onto the headboard, dangling a breast just in front of his face like a ripe apple hanging from a tree.
“Suck Mistress’s tit, boy.”
When her left breast was still an inch or two from his mouth, Marc raised his head to grab her nipple between his teeth, tugging at her breast. Her clit spasmed, stimulated not merely by his sucking but also by his throbbing penis pressed against the tiny nubbin.
Marc’s tongue flicked against the captured peak, and she moaned.
“Bite me, boy.” His teeth bit into the engorged tip and she screamed. “Oh, Dio, yes! Again.” He bit down harder and pulled her breast with his teeth as he laid his head back on the pillow. When her breast plopped out of his mouth, she looked down at him, and he smiled.
“Put my cock inside your pussy, pet. Now.”
She almost reached down to comply but stopped and glared at him. “Who gives the orders tonight, boy?”
Marc’s body grew rigid, but his cock bobbed against her hidden entrance, making her wish she could just do as he’d commanded. It was what they both wanted, but he hadn’t earned that reward yet.
He turned his gaze from her chest to the mattress. “You do, Mistress. I’m sorry. Quite sorry, actually, as I’m sure you must be.”
He only sounded sorry that she hadn’t followed through on his command.
“What did I say about sassing your Mistress?”
His gaze went to the ball gag lying a few feet away on the bed. He paused a long, tense moment. “Do as you must, Mistress.”
She didn’t miss the flash of fear in his eyes nor the arrogant dare. Did he think she wouldn’t do it? As his Domme, she had to follow through on any promises if she wanted him to come to trust her in the slightest. What did he fear so much about the gag? For her, the ball gag was a major annoyance, but something about it really scared Marc.
As his Domme tonight, if she could get him to trust her enough to let her do something that scared him so much, maybe they would be able to make some headway toward breaking down some of the barriers lying between them. But he had yet to relinquish control.
She silenced him with a scathing glare. “I’ve given you ample opportunities to behave. You were told to only speak if I ask a direct question, so you also know what you’ve forced me to do.”
He smiled at her and relaxed again. “Your boy understands and thanks Mistress for her patience.”
With a sigh, Angelina got off the bed and returned to the toy bag. She ought to just bring the whole damned bag up onto the bed but hoped this was the last thing she’d need to retrieve for this scene. How did Marc seem to know everything he’d need and have it at the ready for their scenes? Being the Dominant partner was damned hard work.
She found the clicker from a long-forgotten board game. She’d used the noisemaker as her own safe signal several times in the past and took it to him, placing it in his right hand.
“Click it, and we stop. Immediately. Do you understand you have a safe signal now?”
He paused a moment then nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”
She almost expected him to click it immediately, but he held on until his knuckles turned white. Straddling his waist again, she pressed the gag against his mouth. He didn’t open at first, not even a tiny bit. She wiggled her ass against his erect penis to distract him. Slowly, he opened his mouth, and she pressed the red ball against his teeth but couldn’t insert it between them.
“Open wider and rest your tongue flat on the bottom of your mouth.” She knew how uncomfortable it would be in short order if his tongue wasn’t positioned properly. He did as she commanded, but when he began to panic, taking short, shallow breaths, she backed off with the gag. “Deep breath.” He ignored her. “Now, boy. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Marc inhaled deeply through his nose. When he released the breath, the air felt warm at first and then chilled her bare, wet nipple. She wanted his mouth on her again but helping him overcome his fear of the gag was her main objective, not her own satisfaction. “Again.”
What were some of the things Marc had done to help her get over her own anxieties? He touched her a lot, spoke softly to her.
“Good boy. Keep breathing through your nose.” Of course, he knew how to breathe with a gag in his mouth. She just didn’t want him to let the anxiety get the better of him again. She knew firsthand that remembering to breathe was the first thing to go out the window when she grew anxious. She tried to remember how Grant had handled some of her male subs, but they tended to be less intimidating than Marc.
Angelina stretched out beside him, draping her arm and leg over him. When he jerked his legs, she remembered the stripes on his thighs and removed her leg. “I know this isn’t easy for you, boy, but Mistress is proud of you for trusting her.” Her words of praise had the same effect on him as his often had on her. He relaxed.
“Now, we’re going to proceed.”
He nodded.
“That’s my good boy.” She straddled him again. “Lift your head.” He complied without hesitation. She stroked his cheek, satisfied that he’d gotten his anxiety under control again and trusted her enough to do this. She maneuvered the ball between his teeth with little resistance this time, wrapping the strap around his head and tightening it. “How does that feel? Nod if you’re doing okay.” He nodded. Good. She tried not to laugh at the image of him with the gag in his mouth. His male ego would so not appreciate that.
Oh, hell. Gags could be messy. She should have thought about that before. Humiliation wasn’t her goal tonight. “Mistress will be right back. I just need to get something for you from the bathroom.”
Angelina scooted off the bed and ran to the bathroom to get a washcloth and a tube of toothpaste for later, scurrying back to him. His gaze was on the bathroom doorway waiting anxiously for her to return, but he averted his eyes immediately. Did he not trust her to return?
He obviously wasn’t going to obey her either, so she walked over to the dresser drawer and opened it, retrieving the kelly-green resistance band her oldest brother Rafe had given her. He’d refused to do any more physical therapy with it on his leg after an injury during a fire call four months ago. She’d been using the stretchy latex band to build the muscles in her arms and legs.
Now it would serve as a blindfold. Having Marc continue to challenge her authority with his gaze was preventing her from maintaining Dominant authority over him.
Taking the ends of the band, she returned to the bed, ignoring his frown as she straddled his chest. “We both will enjoy this scene better if you can’t see what’s coming. As you know, sensations are so much more intense when one or more senses are removed.” She wondered if he remembered telling her something similar when he blindfolded her in her bedroom in Aspen Corners that first time. He captured her gaze w
ith his and held it, defiant to the end.
“You just earned five more lashes for looking at me.” He tensed, but she planned to use the flogger for some of these. His skin would be raw otherwise. Amazing that, even after she’d shown him how hard she would deliver the punishment blows, he still wouldn’t obey.
Stubborn, stubborn man.
Though his eyes blistered her with defiance, she stood her ground. After a tense standoff, he closed his eyes and raised his head off the pillow, allowing her to tie the blindfold around his head. The shift in authority as she removed yet another of his defense mechanisms gave her a sense of power she’d rarely felt. She adjusted it over the bridge of his nose, preventing him from being able to see what she was doing.
Trust me, baby.
Angelina stood and stared down at Marc’s gorgeous, restrained body. Where to begin? First, something simple. She stood up beside the bed and picked up the deer-hide flogger. She wanted to warm his skin with the thuddy implement before setting it on fire with erotic tingling and a mixture of sting and thud with the nylon chain flogger later. Soon she’d have him begging for more. For her.
Well, not verbally begging.
She smiled.
She’d been on the receiving end of this implement many times. Marc was an expert, but he’d let her practice with it a few times and had pointed out where her technique was lacking.
Taking the wrapped handle, she dragged the soft falls over his chest and abdomen, working around his penis to his thighs. He clenched his fists when they touched his welted skin but relaxed within seconds. She lifted the flogger off him and began swishing the falls in the air, coming closer and closer to his skin each time but not touching. Surely he felt the breeze the motion created and heard the sound, though. He held his body rigid, as if waiting for the first impact. But when it didn’t come, he relaxed. She’d made that mistake many times, letting down her guard too soon.
Flick, flick, flick.
When she struck his sides and pecs the first time, he raised up his chest as if to meet the falls. His nips enlarged as she repeatedly struck them, light at first, then harder. He clenched his fists but seemed to be enjoying it, if his bobbing erection was any indication. Over and over, she flicked the deer-hide tips against his skin. His olive skin turned a dusty rose. Time for the nylon-chain flogger. She switched the softer flogger to her left hand and moved down his body, flicking him with the harsher falls, bypassing his balls and penis. She flicked his striped thighs, and he hissed at the impact on his now-sensitive skin.
Angelina walked around to the other side of the bed and, at first, just stroked him with the soft falls of the flogger. Then she began lashing him again. As she drew closer to his penis, it bobbed in the air, seeking contact with the leather. Precum dripped from the tip of his erection. She began to lash his balls ever so lightly at first, then harder. His hips jerked away as much as they could move, which wasn’t very far. This he didn’t enjoy.
“Lie still. Mistress didn’t give you permission to move.”
She smacked the flogger across his balls with a thud, and he jumped, groaning through the gag.
“Quiet. Mistress knows what her boy needs.”
Dio, I hope so, anyway.
As she let the falls thud more heavily against his penis and balls, he hissed. Deciding to give him a rest, she brought the flogger down in an overhand motion onto his chest. He jerked his torso up when they slapped against his nipples again. Ah, so her boy wanted more play there.
“Lie still.” She hoped her voice sounded firm, but it was difficult to contain her happiness at bringing him excitement. He seemed to enjoy having his nipples stimulated.
Happy to oblige, she laid the flogger on the bed and walked over to the toy bag. “I know just the thing.” She rooted around a bit. “This should do the trick.” She knew he couldn’t see what she’d found, but anticipation was good for him. His nips were smaller than hers, but these alligator nipple clamps would exert enough pressure to make him squirm—and he’d squirm even more later on when she removed them. She wondered if her man’s nips were as sensitive as hers.
Setting the clamps at his side, she straddled his hips again, wiggling her ass against his penis just for meanness—and because she could. Suddenly, her own desire rose, and she wanted him buried deep inside her. Nearly overwhelmed, she fought to tamp down her errant libido.
Not yet. Above all, self-control.
She giggled, remembering the line spoken by the wicked stepmother in the Cinderella video she and Savi had watched with Marisol the other day.
Focus, Angie. Beloved cartoon characters have no place in a BDSM scene.
Angelina bent over Marc and licked his nipple. When she took the little nip between her teeth and tugged, he moaned. Sitting up again, she picked up a clamp and rubbed it against his swollen nipple, letting him hear the tinkle of the dangling chain. She wasn’t sure if he tensed at the coldness of the metal or because he knew what was coming, but he held his entire body rigid.
“Prepare to feel the bite, boy.” Without prolonging the anticipation as long as he might have with her, she clamped the first one over his nip.
He tried to pull away from the pain, groaning into the gag, but had nowhere to go. She picked up the washcloth and wiped the spittle off the corner of his mouth. The way he bit into the ball told her he hadn’t anticipated that much pain.
“And again.” He tensed and stopped breathing. Without further ado, she clamped the other nipple. Marc moaned again as the clamp’s teeth bit into him. “Breathe, boy.” She stroked his chest, making circle eights around his upper and lower pecs while avoiding the nipple clamps and the chain between them.
Angelina straddled his knees and couldn’t resist bending down to place a kiss against the cleft at the head of his penis. It bobbed against her mouth, and she took just the head inside, sucked gently, and then released him with a plop. The salty precum on her tongue made her want more.
Not yet.
Dommes needed discipline, too—self-discipline. She nearly giggled remembering how Marc had exuded self-control until his balls were blue that first week they’d been together at the start of their D/s relationship.
What next? She wished she knew what Marc needed most from her, so she could give that to him in this scene. How did he always seem to know what she needed? Marc withheld orgasms from her many times, but…
Remembering how long he’d gone without coming during their first week together—four days—something occurred to her. What if having an orgasm was another way in which Marc kept tight control of his emotions? Did allowing himself to have an orgasm with her equate to vulnerability to him?
She grinned.
We’ll see who’s in control of your orgasms now, Sir…boy.
Time for some fun. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this more than her sub, but now that he was cooperating, she was getting into what she thought might be Domme headspace quite nicely. Excitement bubbled up inside her as she slid her hand under the sheet near his left foot and pulled out the cock ring. She turned the vibrator on, and it buzzed to life. Angelina smiled and looked up at Marc. Judging by how much stiffer his penis became, he knew what she held. He’d enjoy it, too—up to a point anyway.
“Instead of the negative reinforcement of the lash used as punishment, Mistress is going to use another method to help you remember self-discipline, so you never make the same mistakes again.”
He mumbled against the gag—probably assuring her there would be no next time—but she merely grinned and crawled closer to him. She wished she had some fuck-me stiletto thigh-high boots on to give her more of a Domme appearance, but she had seen plenty of femdoms at the club wearing comfortable walking shoes. Marc couldn’t see her anyway and if stiletto shoes were out, she guessed he wouldn’t want her to wear stiletto boots either. So she’d remain comfortably barefoot.
Leaning back, she lubed the gel-and-plastic ring, placed it over the head of his penis, and slid it down to his b
alls. A quick reach under the sheet again, and she pulled out a banana-flavored condom to sheath him. Even though she wasn’t ready to do anything sexual yet, preparation was good, not to mention the anticipation.
Encourage him to trust—and then make him loosen the tight reins on his self-control.
“Mistress is proud of you for trusting her with both a ball gag and a blindfold. My good boy.”
His upper body relaxed a bit at her praise.
Straddling him, she took her fingernails and raked down his torso, digging a little more deeply into his skin as she drew closer to his hips. She bent over him and grabbed the chain between the nipple clamps with her teeth. Raising up slowly, she pulled on them while pressing her pussy tightly against his erection, rocking up and down on him. He moaned and bucked against her.
“Lie still.” She stifled a giggle, knowing she was teasing him.
Angelina dropped the chain and trailed kisses down his abs as she scooted down the bed until she reached his hard penis. Taking him into her mouth, she wrapped her lips around him and let her teeth graze the sheathed skin. His intake of breath through his nose emboldened her, and she reached for the cock ring to turn it on. The vibrations of her boy’s banana-flavored cock made her mouth tingle and water at the same time. She sucked harder, knowing he wouldn’t come while the ring restricted the blood flow to his penis.
After a few minutes of teasing, she thought now might be a good time to make it clear where this scene was heading. But they would need to communicate fully, so the need for the ball gag had passed. Time to release him before she forced a release from him. For what was probably his first time with a gag since he’d trained to use one, he’d done really well. She’d made her point.
Taking one leg and swinging it over his waist, she unstraddled his hips. She unsnapped the strap of the ball gag. “Open wide for me, boy.”
He did so without hesitation, anxious to get rid of the thing no doubt, and let her remove the gag. Picking up the washcloth, she wiped the drool off the corners of his mouth. She’d never understood the attraction of gags and hadn’t liked when Marc gagged her. It was the only really humiliating thing he subjected her to. Luckily, he didn’t do it very often, but only because she’d taken to discipline much more quickly than he had today.
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