Submit: Erotic Domination Box Set

by Megan West

  I laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Then I kissed each corner of his mouth before trailing my kisses along his defined jaw line. I kissed his neck and felt a tingling sensation of satisfaction when he groaned. He shifted his body and his erection, now even harder than before, pressed closer to my center. I swallowed hard and paused for a moment, feeling the heat on my skin intensify. I giggled and tipped my head back to kiss him. It was incredible to me how much both of our bodies got so much pleasure from one another despite only getting as far as a heated kiss.

  I felt him run one of his hands up along my side and slowly move it over to gently cup one of my breasts. I moaned into his mouth, enjoying the moment, but still yearning for more. Once again, my head was spinning but this time my thoughts were a whirlwind. Then my mind settled on one thought– orders. I stopped kissing him so abruptly that he took a step back, looking surprised and concerned.

  “You didn’t answer my question.”

  “What?”

  “What kind of orders-”

  “Strip.”

  “What?”

  “I said, strip,” Kyle said in a deep, commanding voice.

  Then it clicked in my mind and I felt a huge lurch of excitement shoot up my spine. I ran my hands through my hair before reaching behind me to pull down my zipper. It was a bit of a struggle, but that didn’t seem to be of any concern to Kyle. He watched me intently with his piercing green eyes. I could tell he wasn’t just waiting to see what I looked like out of my dress, he also wanted to find out how well I would follow his commands. I could see in his eyes that he was measuring up how much I wanted to follow his orders. He was a stickler for details. I liked that.

  My dress dropped to the floor and I stood in front of him wearing nothing but my bra, panties, and high heels. He slowly raked his eyes over every inch of my body. He looked at me like he was a starving animal and I was a delicious meal ready to be tasted. I loved it. It sent goosebumps all along my skin. I placed a hand on my hip and waited for him to stop appreciating my body. My large breasts looked great in my basic, black bra.

  “All the way,” he told me, his voice slightly raspy.

  I wanted to suppress a smile, but knowing he was so worked up just from looking at me made that impossible. Kyle looked me dead in the eyes and in just the blink of an eye he had my wrists pinned to the door. I looked at him in shock, struggling a bit under his tight grasp.

  “You are to follow orders and not make a joke out of it,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “Oh.”

  “Is that all you have to say?”

  I stayed quiet for a moment before carefully whispered, “I’m sorry?”

  “Are you sorry or are you not?”

  “I am.”

  “I am Master.” He corrected me.

  “I am Master.” As soon as I called him ‘Master’ nervous tingles tickled down the back of my neck. My whole body practically buzzed with excitement.

  “Good,” he said, “This time, you get off with a warning.”

  “This time Master?”

  “Joelle, what happens to you at work when you’re given a task and you don’t complete it well?”

  “There are consequences… Oh. Oh, I see.”

  “There you go,” he said as he ran a finger down my cheek, “Before we go on, I need to ask you something."

  “What is it Master?”

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  I gulped nervously and nodded my head. “Yes Master.”

  Chapter Five

  He threw me back onto the bed and smiled, watching my breasts jiggle as I bounced up and down on the mattress. He stepped forward to push my legs open roughly and stand between them. He dipped his head down and bit down on my neck before running his tongue along the affected area. He kissed my neck and moved down slowly over my collarbones and then over my chest. I breathed in, sucking air between my teeth, as I pushed my breasts up. I ached to feel his mouth on them, but he wouldn’t give me that satisfaction.

  He rested his hand on the side of my neck after pulling back to look into my eyes. I felt his hand move down slowly and I soon saw where he was going with this. Feeling his hand pressed my throat was new for me. He was moving slowly and carefully, watching me intently, so that if I wanted him to stop all I had to say was the safe word. All I had to do was give him the look. But I didn’t want him to stop because experiencing something new like this with him was absolutely thrilling. When his hand felt like it was starting to crush my neck, I coughed and gasped for breath. Kyle pressed down for just a second longer and then let go, running his thumb softly over my neck. I inhaled wildly, trying desperately to fill my lungs with air.

  “Oh fuck,” I gasped.

  “Did I say you were allowed to open your mouth?”

  “What? I-”

  Kyle slapped his hand over my mouth and leaned in until our noses touched. He stared me down with the most serious expression I had seen on him.

  “Only speak when spoken to.”

  I nodded. Kyle pushed down on my mouth before peeling his hand away. He ran a finger down the center of my neck and chest. He threw his arm back and then brought his hand down on a swoop, delivering a stinging slap to the side of one of my breasts. I yelped and then quickly clamped my mouth shut as my skin turned a bright red where he had slapped me.

  He leaned in and whispered, "There's only one other time you're allowed to open that mouth other than when you're spoken to. Any guesses?"

  I nodded, eyes wide. I felt the heat move between my thighs. I was slick with wetness and I felt a tingling sensation from the urges coursing throughout my body. More than ever, I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to feel my body wrap around his hard cock. I thought if he kept playing with me like this for much longer I might just lose it. I could feel his hot breath on my face and his erection pressing teasingly against my leg.

  He pushed me further up on the bed to climb on it, settling between my legs. His gaze wandered over my breasts as he smirked. He grabbed his belt to pull it out of the loops on his pants, moving excruciatingly slowly. As soon as the belt finally fell from the last loop he folded it in half methodically. He smirked and snapped it without warning. The cracking sound made me flinch. His tongue ran over his lips. I could feel my heart beating so wildly I thought it might climb up to my throat. I felt excited in a way I didn’t know was possible.

  “Aren’t you the lucky one to have been let off with a warning earlier,” he muttered against my lips.

  I felt the cool leather of his belt against my side. I gulped. Kyle mashed his lips against mine hungrily. I craned my neck up, wanting more of the painful, but insanely hot kiss. He, however, had another plan in mind. He pulled away and left me wanting more. He loved to toy with me. I could tell from the moment he pulled me into the corridor earlier that I was his plaything. And he knew exactly how to work me.

  He sat back on the balls of his feet and undid his pants, quickly pulling out his thick cock from his boxers. My eyes bulged when I saw it. Instantly, my mouth watered. Even though I had felt it pressed against my leg more than once, nothing beat actually seeing it for the first time. Now the ache to feel him inside me multiplied so much I thought I could scream just to beg him to stop teasing me. He stared me down as he took hold of the base and started to slowly pump his thick shaft. I quickly leaned up and reached out to touch him.

  In a flash, he pushed me back against the bed and raised his hand in the air. Before I even had a chance to flinch, his hand came whipping through the air and smacked the side of my breast yet again.

  “Naughty girls try to touch when they aren’t supposed to.” He smirked, wagging his finger left and right. “I’ll have to fix that.” He stepped off the bed and grabbed his hunter green tie off the floor. “Don’t move.” He ordered.

  “Yes Master.” I said as he walked around the bed and grabbed both my hands and held them up over my head. He quickly wrapped the tie around both of my wrists. I strug
gled a little against my new restraint, but it was no use. There was no escaping.

  “Now, where were we?” He said with a devilish smirk.

  He leaned forward and, letting go of his erection, ran two fingers over my lips. I couldn't help but dart my tongue out to get a taste of him. I breathed heavily and felt my moisture slick on the insides of my thighs.

  “Again with that opening of your mouth,” he said sternly as he reached for the belt.

  I let out a small whimper. I fought every instinct I had to protest. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it back hard, tilting my head upward. He kissed me roughly for a minute, mashing his lips against mine in a way that was slightly uncomfortable. It bordered on painful. He let me go and looked at me carefully; I could see his mind working.

  I watched as he moved to the edge of the bed and sat down with his back toward me. I was in such a haze that I barely heard his voice.

  “Sit on the edge of the bed beside me.”

  “Yes Master.” I quickly said, awkwardly scrambling to scurry to the edge of the bed with my hands tied together. Then, he guided me to lie over his lap, my ass was in a prime position. He rubbed it and gave it a squeeze. I gulped the moment I saw him reach for the belt. My heart thumped hard and fast when he rubbed the cool leather over my exposed bottom.

  I had been spanked before, but I had never been whipped with a belt. I felt my stomach roll in to knots.

  “Now,” he said quietly, almost softly, “I hope this punishment teaches you a good lesson. I don’t want you opening that mouth unless I say so or if you’re going to suck my cock. Is that clear?”

  “Yes Master.” I whimpered as I tried desperately to prepare myself for whipping.

  I heard the air catch as he threw the belt back. I shut my eyes tight when it licked my skin with a punishing sting and a crack of the leather.

  I cried out.

  He brought the belt down again and again, each time hitting a different spot and turning my ass a bright red. He rubbed the leather on my raw ass before bringing the belt down again twice more, both times harder than the last. I wanted to reach behind me to black another blow, but I couldn’t break free from my hands tied together. I was screaming with tears running down my face by the time he was done.

  “Your skin turns such and brilliant bright color when you’re spanked.” I said. His tone dripped with satisfaction. “Such a perfect red.” He gripped my ass cheeks and delicately spread them apart, brushing his palms along my skin.

  As I started to relax against his touch, one of his hands slipped from my ass.I felt two of his fingers sliding inside my pussy. I could hear just how wet I had gotten as his fingers eased past my folds.

  “Ahhh!” I couldn't help but cry out as I felt his fingertips slowly push in and out.

  “Does that feel good?” He asked as he slowly fucked me with his fingers.

  “Mmmm yes Master!” I whimpered, loving the feeling of my body gripping at his fingertips.

  “Was it worth the pain of your whipping?” He smirked.

  “Yes Master.” I groaned as I tried to push back against his thrusting fingers.

  He pulled his hand away from me and I let out a sigh of frustration. My pussy practically throbbed with need for something to be inside of it. My breath turned heavy with anticipation.

  “Get up on the bed on all fours. Ass toward me.” He ordered as he bucked me off his hips. I quickly scrambled back onto the bed, pushing my ass up into the air and presenting my wet pussy to him.

  “That’s my girl.” He smiled as he nestled himself up behind me. In one smooth motion, with no warning, he slid his cock down my wet folds and inside me. I sucked in a deep breathy groan as I felt his thickness fill me up. Feeling him stretch my tight passage with each thrust sent my head spinning. With each bump of his hips he smacked into my stinging ass, but I didn’t care. I wanted him more than anything else.

  My breath came in shuddering gasps as he slammed himself inside until his balls smacked against my skin.

  “Fuck, yes!” He muttered as he sank all the way inside me and started to draw back. I leaned back, begging for him not to pull out, but his hands on my waist pushed against me as he slid out. I waited to feel him inside me again as he teased my wet opening with the tip of his shaft. My hips rolled as he slid the crown of his cock up and down my wet folds, sending every aroused nerve in my body buzzing.

  “Fuck me Master!” I cried out. I heard him laugh just slightly before driving his cock deep inside and falling in to a fast rhythm, driving his shaft in to me and pulling out again. With each thrust, I could feel myself coming closer to the edge, my pussy getting tighter around his thick rod as I bucked my hips against him. My tits bounced wildly as our bodies pushed against each other.

  "Mmmm you are a dirty girl!” He slammed in to me again. Every muscle in my body clenched. My toes curled and I gripped the sheets in a tangled mess as I tried to keep balance with my tied hands.

  “That’s right, cum for me Joelle!”

  My ass bucked against him as my wetness shuddered and sucked hard against his cock. "Oh fuck!” I groaned. With a rush, my whole body trembled and milked his cock, begging for him to come inside of me. As his cock started pumping and throbbing, filling me deep with ropes of hot sticky orgasm. With each jet of his cock, I could feel his body jolt forward until, after the last shuddering jolt, he pulled out and fell to my side. I crumpled onto the mattress right beside him. My breasts heaved with each breath I took.

  “For the first time,” I said a few minutes later, “I really feel like I got something out of one of these damn conferences.”

  Kyle laughed, “Me too.”

  I turned to look at him and I knew this wouldn’t be the only time the two of us would be together. We truly made a meaningful connection.

  Maybe ‘networking’ wasn’t so bad after all.

  Chapter One

  I slipped my foot into the opening of the expensive leather pump I had been eyeing for quite some time and stuck my leg out to admire it.

  “Perfect,” I said quietly, deliberately. He gave my everything I wanted and this was no exception. It didn’t matter that he found it odd and pointless to spend more than the average month’s rent on a pair of shoes. All he cared about was making me happy and this was a sure fire way to do so. It wasn’t specific to shoes, either. I just loved gifts– expensive gifts.

  Matthew wasn’t the first man in my life to spoil me, but he was the first I actually cared for so deeply. Not only that, the price range of his gifts was significantly higher than most and I received them constantly. When we had first met, I had brushed him off. I had, at the time, been working on another conquest of mine. That was how I liked to refer to them– conquests. And I had racked up quite an admirable roster.

  The problem was, none of them really ever did much for me. I would get bored quickly and that boredom would soon turn to annoyance, effectively ruining and ending the relationship. Sure, I walked away with a large amount of gifts, but none of it had been particularly fulfilling.

  His name was David Warrington and he was the heir to a family company that had been successful for generations. He was dashing with a great smile, but the problem was he didn’t take women seriously. I knew better than to think I could actually change him, but the notion of making him a conquest had already set in and I was willing to go to great lengths to win.

  That was when Matthew stepped in. When the two of us met, I knew he was wealthy, but had no clue he was the sole heir to a billion-dollar business. He was single and his eyes had landed on me, peaking his interest.

  I was a beautiful and alluring woman, the kind most any man would fall for at first sight– or at least become physically obsessed with me for a good amount of time. I was tall, with long and lean legs that were always smooth. My stomach was flat and toned, topped off with a full pair of breasts that could fill any dress. My skin glistened, a golden tan color, and made my green eyes pop even more. I had flowing, long chestnut b
rown hair and a sexy little beauty mark under my left eye. I had the sultry face of a woman who might appear in a racy photograph but there was nothing pornographic about it.

  So, sure, Matthew had typically seen me and thought I was a knockout. But it was his decision to pursue me that differed from most. He actually wanted to get to know me. He wanted to know if my personality was as attractive as my physical appearance. It wasn’t until the end of our second date when I learned Matthew had purposely held back from trying to talk to me more the first time we met.

  “I could tell you had your sights set on someone else,” he told me. Then he had leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I don’t like to waste my time.”

  That was the moment I got hooked. There was something about the way he said it that made something in my chest flutter. From that moment on, whenever we were together, I felt that familiar fluttering. I felt the desire to get closer to him. I was more eager to spend time with him. He was now a person I genuinely wanted to get to know and not just another conquest.