The speed he uses sets up a burning friction that makes me even wilder, and I hear myself say, “Sir, use me for your pleasure! I need more, Sir! Your cock is so big and hard, Sir. I want it hard and deep!” He’s beating the head of his dick into my cervix until I think I’ll come apart, and I orgasm hard, screaming like a bobcat, so loud that I’m sure everyone in the place can hear me, squirting out what seems like gallons of ejaculate, and begging him, “Come in me, Sir! Please, fill me up!” It seems his cock grows significantly, and then there’s the soothing sensation of his spicy cum warming me from inside and running down my thighs.
“Oh, god, sub, you’re one hellacious fuck!” He bumps in and out of me in short strokes, forcing his slit to shoot any cum it has left into my pussy. I try to catch my breath as he slaps my ass again and runs two or three fingers into my slit along with his cock. The sudden stretch takes me by surprise and I gasp. “Like that, little sub?” he chuckles.
“Yes, Sir. That was an amazing fuck, Sir,” I manage to croak out. I’m starting to calm, and before I realize what’s happening, he’s removed all of the restraints and pulled me down onto the bed and into his arms.
“Sub, that was incredible. You are without a doubt the best fuck I’ve ever had. I’d love to do this with you again―soon. Think you’d like that?” I look up to see him smiling at me.
I have an idea. “Sir, you know what I’d like?”
“What’s that, Pet?”
“I’d like for you and Master both to fuck me together. That would be the best.” I snuggle into his chest and he strokes my hair.
“A DP with your master. That sounds interesting. I’ll speak to him about it, make it sound like my idea. I don’t think he’d take that well coming from you.”
I nod. “I think not, Sir. If you’d do that, it would be a welcome scene, Sir.” I grin to myself. Being double penetrated by both of them would be … my pussy starts to pulse just thinking about it.
Don kisses me on the forehead. “Do you think your master has done a good job of training me?”
“I think he’s done an awesome job of training you, Sir,” I smile up at him. “And you’ve learned well, Sir.”
“Thanks! You’re a very experienced sub. Coming from you, that’s quite a compliment.” He ruffles my hair and smiles at me again.
Yes. I’m very experienced. Sometimes I feel like quite the little slut.
When we walk into the house, I put down my jacket and bag and start to the kitchen when hands grab me and wheel me around. Connor snarls at me, “I watched him fucking you. You seemed to like it.” He grabs the neckline of my top and rips it right down the front. “Maybe a little too much.”
My pussy is aching, from the fuckings I got and from wanting more, so I play along. “I did, Master. I loved it. Master Don fucked me so hard that I thought his cock was going to go straight through me and come out my mouth. I wanted more, all he could give me. I still want more.”
He leers at me. “You’ll get more, cum dump. My cock is gonna beat your pussy apart.” I hear the fabric of my skirt rip, and then my thong is gone. I’m naked and his hands are all over me. “Let me hear you enjoying the pain,” he says as he gives my nipples a vicious twist. I scream out, then scream again as he pulls them outward to a painful distance before twisting them once more. “Yeah! That’s what I want to hear, whore! Let it out!”
He grabs me under my thighs and lifts me, then presses me against the wall and starts to rocket into me. His teeth are gritted and his jaw set, and he’s slamming his dick into me so hard that the stuff hanging on the wall is jumping. I’m so lost in the sensation that I shriek, “Yes, Master! Fuck your slut! Tear my pussy apart with your monster cock!” He doubles his efforts and I yell, “Hell yeah! Set me on fire, Master!”
I’ve never been fucked like this in my life. The pain is scrumptious, burning through my whole body and setting my skin ablaze. I lean in and bite his shoulder, and a sound comes from Master’s throat that I’ve never heard before, almost scary in its primitiveness. He wraps his arms around me, carries me to the kitchen table, and begins to pound me like I’ve never been pounded, raking my G-spot so hard that I’m clawing his chest and squealing. I feel myself slipping into the other place, the one I don’t get to go to very often, and I’m sailing away on the sensations, all the pain and pleasure shooting into me, making me explode, shattering me as I come in a way I never have before.
“Take my cum, slut! Take it all!” Master yells out, and I feel my channel massaging his cock with its spasms, drawing everything out of it and squeezing it so tight that I know he can feel every muscle, every ridge, every pulse. “Oh my god! Fuck!” he growls as he grinds against my slit, milking out every drop of his essence. Then he falls onto my chest and grows still.
My body is trembling. We’ve fucked hard and fast plenty of times, but this was different. It was nasty and painful and degrading, and I can’t help but want more. He pulls himself up, pins my shoulders to the table, and looks down into my face.
“Who’s your master, cunt?”
“You, Master. You’re my master, sir. You fuck me like no one else, Master, and I want more.”
“Good girl. Every Dom in the club wanted you tonight. They watched you scening with Don and they were all whispering to each other and wondering if they’d ever get to scene with you. I watched you through the monitor’s window in the private room, too. I’ve never seen a woman fuck the way you do, or let a man fuck her the way you do. You liked it all, didn’t you?”
“I did, Master. You can fuck me all day and night if you want. I’d love it, Master.”
“Know what I’d love?” he asks.
“What’s that, Master?”
“I’d love for Master Don and me to fuck you together. What would you say to that?”
I giggle. “Can’t think of anything I’d rather do, except for submitting to you all night in your bed.” I guess my wish will come true!
The next morning I ache. I’m chained to the bed, and Master says, “Good morning, Pet! How are you feeling?”
“Like someone drove a gasoline tanker into my pussy, Master. May I please go to the bathroom, Master?”
“After I’ve fucked you one time, Pet.” With his cock already erect, he rolls onto me and begins to pump. I’m scared I’m going to pee the bed, but he finishes in just a couple of minutes, then unlocks the chains and says, “Go!” I groan as I try to walk.
My pussy is burning and sore, and when I start to pee, I squeal. “You okay in there?”
I moan. “No. I don’t think I’ve got any skin left down there.” When I manage to make it back to the bed, he gets up on his knees between my legs.
“Let me look.” I drop my knees outward. “Well, you’re very red and swollen, and bruised up too. But it’s beautiful, baby, it really is. I want to get my camera and take a picture.”
“No!” Oh, god, if he lost his phone―”
“Baby, I’m not going to get your face. I just want your cunt, that’s all. I’m going to send it to Don too. He’ll want to see his artwork.” He grabs his smartphone and snaps a couple of pictures of my swollen snatch. “Here. Look.” When I take the phone, I gasp.
It looks like my pussy’s been in about ten porn shoots in a row. It’s red, swollen, and, when I put my hand to it, hot to the touch. The slit is so swollen that I can’t find my introitus. When I do manage, I stick a finger into it and gasp with pain, so Connor spreads my lips and takes a look. “Yep, red on the inside too, but I think you’re going to be okay. Was it worth it?” He grins down at me as he drops down beside me on the bed.
“Yes. More than worth it. Between the two of you, those were the best fuckings I’ve ever gotten. It was amazing. Thank you, baby. I didn’t know at first if I wanted to scene with Don, but he’s very good. You’ve done a good job of training him.”
“Thanks! He’s going to make some submissive a great Dominant. He’s all the things a good Dom should be; hard fucking, good at preparation,
caring, safety-oriented, tender when he needs to be, responsible.”
“Sounds like someone else I know,” I whisper into his chest, and he pulls my face up and kisses me, his lips soft and warm against mine. “The best Dom in the world.”
“That’s only because I’ve got the best sub.”
The next morning before he goes to work, Connor goes out the back door and around the side of the house. When he comes back in, he says, “Come out here. You’ve gotta see this.”
Sure enough, there it is: Evidence. He had wet the grass outside the basement windows and then poured red paint into the water there. When I looked down at the window farthest from the back door, there’s a footprint in the paint and a trail of red footprints leading away. “If we followed them, I bet they’d go straight to her house,” I tell him.
“I bet you’re right. Next time she sees you outside, make it a point to talk to her and look at her shoes. She might not even notice it and even if she does, she can’t get all of it off the rubber. It should be visible.”
“And then what?”
Connor shakes his head. “Nothing. We can’t do anything about it. But at least we’ll know that our suspicions are right.”
8
Gloria
I went over to the Millicans’ house last night after I saw them come in. I wanted to tell Donna that I’d seen the Kirbys’ dog pooping on their lawn. I got up to the door and started to ring the doorbell, but I stopped when I heard all the noise inside.
I wasn’t trying to listen, but I could hear them and a lot of banging sounds. It almost sounded like they were doing something that’s not very nice in there. I could hear her crying out and they were yelling stuff at each other, but it didn’t sound like they were fighting. I’m not sure what was going on.
While we’re sitting at breakfast I tell Russell about it. “They were yelling stuff back and forth at each other. I don’t think they were fighting, though. It sounded more like they were doing something really nasty,” I say and make a face.
“Nasty? Gloria, they’re married people. They can do whatever they want, whenever they want, wherever they want so long as it’s not out in public.” He stops, then looks back up at me. “Leave them alone. I mean it. And whatever you do, do not ask them what they were doing. It’s none of your business.”
It is too my business. If he’s hurting her, it’s my business. And if they’re screaming so loud that they disturb the neighbors, it’s my business. I’ll have to ask their next-door neighbors if they’ve been disturbed. I know I sure have.
9
Donna
Gloria caught me on my way into the house today when I came back from the grocery. I almost ran, but then I thought about the paint.
“Hi, Donna, how are you?” she shrieks as she’s running toward me.
“I’m good, sweetie. How are you?”
“I’m fine! I haven’t seen you guys around lately. Hey, I came over the other night to tell you that I saw the Kirbys’ dog pooping in your yard, but there was a lot of noise coming from your house. What was all that yelling coming from your house the other night?”
Shit. I look down at her shoes. Sure enough, there’s a trace of red around the edges of the soles of both of them. Now I know for sure that she’s been snooping around. I think for a minute; what did she ask me? Oh, yeah, about the noise. “We were probably watching a movie. There was one we needed to see for training. It’s about a girl who’s a victim of domestic abuse. I’m sorry if it bothered you. Connor likes to turn the TV up way too loud.” There’s no way she heard us all the way over at her house. She was over here.
“Oh, no, no bother. I just wondered if everything’s all right, that’s all.” I can tell she’s waiting for me to say something, but I’m not going to.
“No, everything’s fine, Gloria. Hey, I’ve got to get the groceries in, but it was nice talking to you.”
“Want me to help?” she asks, reaching for a bag.
“Oh, no. That’s okay. My house is a mess. We’ve been doing so much counseling that I haven’t had time to give it a proper cleaning. I wouldn’t want you to see it like that. Bye, Gloria!” I call behind me as I clear the front door.
When Connor gets home, I tell him about the shoes. “I’ll go down tonight and take a look at all of the windows, make sure they’re closed up tight so she can’t see in. And we’ll just have to be more careful.”
I don’t know if we can be careful enough to keep our secret from her, old busybody.
We haven’t had any clients all week, and it’s Thursday night. At seven, the phone rings.
“Could I speak with Master Connor?” a male voice asks.
“Yes, sir,” I answer him and turn. “Master, there’s someone on the phone for you.” Sometimes he wants me to ask who it is and tell him, and sometimes not, so I never do it unless he tells me to.
I prance across the room to hand him the phone and I whisper, “He asked for Master Connor.” His eyebrows shoot up as he puts the phone up to his ear.
“Yes, this is Master Connor. May I ask who’s calling please?”
“Yes, sir, this is Andy Mulroy from The Banner. I was given your name and number by someone at a club here in town. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a few minutes.”
“Certainly. How can I help you?”
“I’m a features writer for the paper and I’d like to do a story on fetish lifestyles. The man who gave me your name and number said you train Dominants, and I’d really like to interview you, anonymously, of course.”
I watch Connor’s face; I could hear all of that sitting beside him, and he looks over at me. “Could you hold for just a minute, Mr. Mulroy?” He hits MUTE on the phone and looks over at me. “Did you hear all of that?”
“Yes.”
“What do you think?”
I think for a few seconds, then say, “I think it would be good if he protects our identities. If he can’t guarantee that, then no.”
“My thoughts exactly. But I’d like to do it to help people understand the lifestyle.” I nod and he hits MUTE again. “Mr. Mulroy, I would be glad to help you, but only if you can guarantee that my anonymity will be protected.”
“Of course, of course. Would it be better to meet at your home?” I hear him and nod to Connor.
“I think so. We have a pretty good cover story here, so no one would think anything of it. Would you like to make plans now?”
“Yeah! Let me get my planner.”
In ten minutes, we’ve got plans to allow a newspaper reporter to come to our house on Monday night to do an interview. And for the first time in forever, I’m nervous about my lifestyle being exposed.
The house looks good, we’re finished with dinner, the dishes taken care of, and Connor is pacing. “I hope I’m doing the right thing,” he keeps saying.
“Honey, it’s okay. It’ll be all right. I think he’ll be careful. So let’s just try to relax, okay? Please? You’re making me nervous!” The sound that escapes my lips is a nervous giggle, so I’m not doing any better.
The doorbell rings and Connor almost runs to answer it. When he does, I hear him say, “I didn’t know you’d be bringing a photographer. I’m not sure―”
“Sir, he’ll be very, very careful. But I need some kind of photo so people know you’re real and I didn’t just make this up.”
“But no frontal photos, okay? I can’t have that.”
“No, sir, I would never do that. I should’ve asked. I’m so sorry.”
“No, no, it’s all right. Come on in.” He looks over at me and I give him a weak smile.
When the reporter and the photographer are both in the house, they almost drop everything they’re carrying, and I try hard not to laugh. They’re in our home. That means, of course, that I’m naked as the day I was born. I can see that they weren’t expecting that. “I’m Master, and this is my sub, Pet.” I keep my eyes averted, which I’m sure they find disconcerting. The reporter guy reaches out a hand, but Conn
or says, “No one is allowed to touch my sub or speak to her unless I give permission.” I hear him start to mumble his apology when Connor says, “Pet, please shake hands with the gentlemen. You may look up also.”
I look up into two very surprised faces and take the man’s hand. “Hello. It’s nice to have you in our home.” They both look surprised that I know how to speak. I suppose they thought I was a cave woman Connor had knocked over the head and dragged in here.
“He-he-he-hello,” he stutters, and I fight laughter again. “It’s nice to meet you as well. I’m Andy and this is my photographer, Chris.” Chris reaches out and shakes my hand but he doesn’t speak. I think he’s still so shocked that he can’t remember what to say. “So shall we get started?” he asks, turning to Connor.
“I’d like to have you take the photos first and then we can talk uninterrupted.” Connor motions to a couple of chairs and they both sit.
“Doable. That’s doable. Hey, Chris, what about from behind the sofa with me sitting here? Then you’d get the backs of their heads and me talking to them.”
“That would be a good shot. Let me see what that would look like.” He disappears behind us and I hear buttons being pushed and knobs being turned. Connor’s arm is draped on the back of the sofa behind me, and Chris says, “Sir, could you take your arm down? I’d like to get her, um, necklace―”
“Collar,” Connor corrects.
“Yeah, um, collar in the photo if I can.” I have on my black leather collar with all the silver rings on it, and it’s very showy. Connor said it would look more like what everyone was expecting. Besides, my real collar is unique, and someone might recognize it. Connor pulls his arm back and drops his hand into his lap, then reaches over and takes my hand. I feel better instantly, and I hear him let out a sigh. “Okay, sir, take a good look across the room. If there’s anything you think might show up in the shot that would identify you, we need to move it.”
Donna and Connor at 228 Harper's Cove Page 4