The Dom Next Door
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An orgasm started to build. My legs wobbled and my nipples were painfully tight against the wood of the table. He increased the rhythm and the pressure. My clit pulsed in time to the lashes coming from the flogger. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. Orgasm was poised to take over me.
The caress of Master Jay’s palm sliding across my rump broke me out of my near climax. Damn it, I was so close. The warm flesh massaged and stroked my skin.
“Please, please let me come now, sir. I was so close just before you stopped.”
I almost sounded as though I was sobbing. Desperation filled me and I didn’t care if he knew how badly I wanted and needed the orgasm he’d been dangling in front of me for what seemed like an eternity. I was prepared to beg for it now.
In answer, he smacked me on my bottom. Another hit landed, followed by one more. Just as I was getting used to the sound of the spanking I heard something that sounded a bit like crinkling cellophane. He dropped the flogger onto the wooden surface next to me.
I supposed my punishment was over.
“You liked being spanked and you enjoyed the thrashing from the flogger, didn’t you?” He dipped his fingers into me.
“I think that should be your answer as to how much I enjoyed it.”
“You’re quite sassy, but honest.”
I turned my head in time to watch him strip out of his jeans and boxer briefs. His erection curled up to his navel. With me still watching, he met my stare and tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth. He rolled it down his shaft and didn’t hesitate a second once it was in place.
He entered me with a quick, smooth plunge. I cried out and my pussy clenched around him. His entry was sudden but once inside me, his movements were unhurried and completely controlled. It was maddening how perfectly in command he was of not only my climax but his own as well.
The slow and steady rhythm of his thrusts was as torturous as all his prior moves. I was splayed across the table we’d eaten a delicious dinner at earlier. It was such a beautiful piece of furniture. Our meal had been so refined, so civilized. Yet, I’d been tied up, spanked, flogged and was currently being fucked on that table.
I tilted my ass up, trying to angle my hips in a way that would bring about my orgasm quicker. I’d had all I could take. I needed release.
“You’ll come when I’m ready for you to.”
Master Jay landed two simultaneous smacks to the sides of my ass cheeks. He increased the speed of his pounding drives and slapped me again. My clit pulsed and the walls of my pussy milked him as he thrust into me.
“Violet, come with me.”
He reached around and stroked me, his fingers seeking out the bundle of nerves. I gripped the edge of the wooden surface as my orgasm claimed me. The sensations were intense and seemed to go on forever. Ripples of pleasure hit me again and again. Behind me, I heard him groan and he tightened his hold on my hips. I felt his body tense and a sense of satisfaction surged through me. It wasn’t everyday that I had sex with a commanding Dom.
Jack eased out of me and deposited the condom in his kitchen trash. He helped me up off the table. My breath had left a steamy circle of condensation on the wood, but otherwise the piece of furniture looked unharmed from our romp. The knot in the elastic of my thong strings was loosened from around my wrists. He massaged the faint pink rings on my skin that the make-shift restraint had left behind.
We put our clothes back on and sat side by side on the couch. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into his embrace. My head leaned against his shoulder. His show of intimacy was surprising.
“Wow, are you a rare breed. A Dom that likes to cuddle after fucking.”
He laughed and the deep, sexy rumble vibrated against my breasts.
“It’s not something I engage in under normal circumstances.”
“What makes this an abnormal circumstance?”
“I wouldn’t call it abnormal, but it is different. We’ve connected with one another beyond just sex, that doesn’t happen all the time for me. I like having you around, with or without having sex with you.”
My lips turned up in a smile.
“I like being around and if you can promise me more spankings like I received tonight, I can promise you I’ll continue to be around.”
“You don’t have to tell me how much you enjoyed it. You were quite vocal and your body responded in more physical ways, shall we say?”
“A gentleman shouldn’t bring up such things.”
“Who says I’m a gentleman?”
I understood what he’d meant about the situation between us being different. It seemed that way for me too. We had red-hot sexual chemistry, but there was more to what had happened than merely intercourse.
“If I’m honest, I’m glad you’re not. I’ll take a Dom over a gentleman any day. Although it’s still rude to bring up things I said and did in the heat of the moment—not to mention—I was kind of tipsy.”
“Well, you seem pretty lucid now.”
“Earth-shattering orgasms tend to clear my head.”
“Oh? Have I cured you of writer’s block?”
“I have had a few ideas pop into my mind.”
“If I’ve cured you does that mean I’ll get a mention in the acknowledgement section of the book? ‘I’d like to thank Master Jay for his brilliant use of the flogger. I couldn’t have written this book without him.’”
Even though he was only kidding, he’d given me a thought. I had the perfect plan for a crisis situation for Jane—my heroine—to face. She’d get herself into a potentially life-threatening position and the bad guy would hold her hostage by tying her up. She’d successfully escape, of course. I sat upright and planned what could happen to Jane after that. The rest of the plot and critical elements to my manuscript fell into place and for the first time in a long time, I was once again hopeful about my writing career.
“Wait, does that far-off, dreamy expression on your face have to do with me or are you thinking about your book?”
“Both, because you’ve given me a slew of fresh ideas.” I looked at him and scrutinized. “You might just be my new muse.”
“I’m happy to help. Don’t take this the wrong way, I’m not trying to get rid of you, but shouldn’t you jot them down? I have a pad and a pen, or you could use my computer if you want.”
“Would you be terribly disappointed if I said I wanted to race home and start writing?”
“Of course not, if the ideas are flowing then you shouldn’t put it off. I do have one request.”
“What’s that?”
“That you’ll come back—tomorrow—and let me inspire you all over again.”
I stopped just short of telling him wild horses couldn’t keep me from the date. I’d just had the most erotic, most explosive orgasm of my life. Of course I wanted a chance to repeat that. We shared a series of thorough goodbye kisses and I set off for my apartment.
“Now, make sure you go home and write.” He gave my ass a playful swat as I walked out.
When I got home I was completely in my creative zone. For the first time in months, my writer’s block was non-existent. I fired up my laptop and started typing. Ideas were flowing through my head almost faster than I could type. I was elated. It had finally happened.
It looked like I had a new muse and his name was Master Jay.
About the Author
Ariel Storm believes that fantasies are meant to be explored, on the pages of her manuscripts, and beyond. Her obsession with the dark, dangerous and forbidden began in her teen years as a way to rebel against her strict religious upbringing. Ariel writes erotic romance and encourages readers to visit her at arielstorm.blogspot.com or find her on Facebook and Twitter @AuthorAriel
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