Dominant Persuasions Anthology: 12 Tales of D/s, Where Mastery Meets Passion

by Anthology

  “Brazen behaviors like you’ve shown this morning deserve to be punished. Don’t you agree, Ms. Dean?” Blake’s cock pulsed firmer beneath his pants as he stared down at her from the side of the desk, softly tapping the ruler against his palm.

  She didn’t move her head to look up at him. Instead she lifted her gaze to his, watching him through upturned eyes, the red ball of the gag firmly fixed in place, her lips taut around its circumference. Her breasts spilled from the cups of her bra, just as he’d left them. Her ass cheeks had a rosy glow from the few smacks he’d performed.

  Fuck that’s sexy.

  Susan nodded her head, the fullness in her mouth preventing her from speaking.

  “Now just in case you need me to stop, I want you to have a safe action. Your action will be to raise one hand above your head. Okay?” Once again she nodded. “Show me.”

  Susan raised her hand above her head, and returned it swiftly to its original position on the desk. Being submissive was something she must have excelled at in her younger years. She hadn’t once questioned or seemed nervous with any of the instructions so far. Blake wasn’t sure exactly how much experience the fine woman bent over his desk had, but he was getting the idea she hadn’t just dabbled in the scene. She’d been in it up to her pretty, rounded, very spankable butt.

  “This morning you’ll be punished for one infraction only. For trying to touch my cock without permission in the assumption I intended to fuck you.” He began tapping the ruler against her ass as he spoke. “I would prefer to use my cane, but this will have to suffice.”

  Susan moaned into the gag at the mention of his cane. Blake didn’t know if it was the anticipation of the act he was about to perform or the thought of being caned, but whichever it was, he knew it was increasing her arousal to new heights.

  He ran his hand down her back. Her stance was perfect— palms flat against the desk, and a nice straight line to her upper spine with a curve at the base forcing her bottom to present nicely for his viewing pleasure. Her feet were positioned shoulder width apart allowing him access to her luscious wet folds any time he desired it. There were clearly some things this sub hadn’t forgotten.

  “Your punishment will be ten strikes of the ruler to each of these lovely cheeks.” His hands caressed each globe in turn. They were still heated, still flushed. “I would normally get you to count them out, but it’s probably a bit tricky with that gag, so we’ll give that a miss for now.”

  He knew she’d be able to speak even with the gag in, garbled as it would be, but he didn’t want to draw attention from the other workers starting their day. As it was, the fact they were in his office with Susan’s outer office between them and the hallway, the chances of being heard were slim. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry.

  He started out with relatively light strikes, increasing the intensity each time. Susan barely reacted until the fourth hit. Her butt cheeks flinched and Blake noticed the muscles in her legs tighten. Her head lifted back and she moaned through the gag.

  “A little harder it is then.” Susan’s ass turned a deeper shade of red with each blow. Her mewling sounds grew lustier as she arched her back in anticipation of the stinging strikes he administered. His sub obviously enjoyed a little pain. Blake admired the distinct thick red lines that now marred each of Susan’s cheeks. Her inner thigh’s glistened with moisture as he dipped two fingers between her wet folds and began to slowly thrust into her.

  “Now that the punishment’s over, do you still think I should fuck you, Sugar? You seem ready for it.” Blake laughed at her reply, and a deep groan emanated from her throat as she thrust back toward him, trying to take his fingers deeper. “I’ll take that response as a sweetly spoken ‘Yes please, Sir.’”

  Blake unzipped his trousers and sheathed his cock in latex. Damn if he wasn’t going to explode the moment he got inside her. He was so hard he’d struggled to finish the punishment without slipping inside her and fucking her senseless. He let out his own groan of delight as her pussy engulfed him. He began to thrust forcefully, her cunt showing no resistance to each firm penetration. They set a quick and frantic rhythm, Susan clearly eager to find release as she met every deep thrust with her own.

  “You fit me like a glove, Sugar…a hot, wet, tight glove begging my cock to pound you harder.” He growled into her ear.

  Susan thrust back toward him, urging him to take her deeper. Blake reached beneath her, clamping each of her breasts in his hands, her hard nipples stroking over his palm. The gag muffled her moans of delight, but only just. Her cunt tightened further around him, clenching and releasing in a flurry of orgasmic release.

  “That’s it, Sweetheart. Come for me, come again gorgeous.” He commanded.

  Blake gripped her shoulders and continued to pound her ferociously from behind. Her arms gave way, her elbows coming to rest on the desk, her face pillowed by her hands. As he felt her begin to come again, the milking of his cock as she orgasmed around him was bliss. Blake savored in his own release, his cock buried deep within her, pulsing jets of come into the barrier between them.

  Blake didn’t think their first time together could have gone any better, until he heard the three little words Susan spoke when he removed the gag.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  5

  Susan’s ass throbbed as she adjusted herself on the leather seat. It wasn’t a painful throb, more like a subtle reminder of how devilishly wicked she’d been first thing this morning with the man seated next to her. Blake had given her two weeks to sort out what she wanted and, despite her resistance to diving into the pool, she was swimming in the deep end now.

  It wasn’t until after she’d walked out of Blake’s office that insecurity took hold. Whenever anyone approached her throughout the day, her face filled with heat. Whenever she stood up she glanced at the seat to check there were no tell tale signs of her ongoing and incredibly annoying arousal. The office temp had even asked if she was sick, because apparently she looked flushed and the young girl wondered if she might have a temperature and be coming down with something. She was coming down with something. She had a bad case of, why-did-I-let-Blake-Daniels-Dom-me Syndrome.

  “Okay, enough of the sitting silently and sighing in frustration. Tell me what’s wrong so we can sort this out before we get to the house.” Blake didn’t take his eyes off the road as he maneuvered in and out of the peak hour traffic so at least she didn’t have to deal with that intensely sexy commanding stare of his.

  “I’ve had the most embarrassing day of my life and it’s entirely your fault.” Susan folded her arms over her chest and slouched into the chair. “And my bottom hurts, which is also your fault.”

  Blake’s laughter filled the Mercedes. “Poor baby, maybe I need to kiss your bottom better when we get to my place.”

  She shivered. His place. He wasn’t giving her a minute to adjust. She’d agreed to give submission a go one more time, agreed to be with him and that was exactly what they were going to be doing the entire weekend. Be together, at his place.

  “It’s not funny. I spent the whole day checking every chair I sat on for wet spots, whenever I spoke to one of the other workers I was sure they knew what you did and…”

  “What we did, Sugar. I wasn’t alone in this morning’s encounter.” Blake corrected her.

  No he wasn’t alone and Susan had enjoyed every kinky sexy moment of it. The fact they were in his office made the encounter even more exciting. She knew he’d locked the door but still, one knock on the door, a fire alarm going off, any interruption would have seen a mouth gagged legal assistant scrambling for cover. When it was done he sent her out into the office world without one of vital ingredients she needed to cope. He clearly didn’t understand.

  “Not that.” Susan rolled her eyes in frustration. “The other thing.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He flashed a cheeky smile in her direction. “Tell me what I did that has you so distressed.”

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sp; His focus returned to the road but she’d seen enough in that cheeky grin to know he was toying with her. He knew exactly what he’d done, what she was talking about. He obviously wanted her to say it.

  “You stole my panties, you pervert. I’ve been walking around the office all day in nothing but…well, no panties. Do you know how humiliating that is?”

  Of course he knew, that’s why his Dominant ass did it. Susan wasn’t even sure why she framed the statement as a question. Even though his focus remained on the road she could see the signs of a smile. He was loving every minute of this.

  “Let me get this straight. I can gag you, spank you, and fuck you in my office, but I can’t keep your panties because that’s humiliating.” His tone was neutral as he turned off the freeway and headed down to McMahons Point.

  “Yes, exactly, I found it humiliating.” His laughter was becoming annoying and if he hoped she still had some brat left in her, Susan suspected he was about to find out.

  “Tell me, are you wet?” He asked.

  Given the topic of conversation, Susan thought the question odd. She wanted to discuss how he’d made her feel today, not whether her pussy was wet. He should know the answer to that one. Blake made her horny and she’d told him so. Her indignation began to rise and she knew she needed to tread carefully.

  “Yes.” Susan replied cautiously.

  “Have you been wet all day?” He asked.

  Susan assumed he was going to make a point, although she had no idea where his line of questioning would lead her.

  “Yes, all day.” Curiosity got the better of her. “Why are you asking me this?”

  “So when you were talking to colleagues today, knowing that you didn’t have any underwear on, what did you feel?” Blake entered the underground car park of an impressive block of units overlooking Berrys Bay and parked in the space marked Daniels. “Answer me, Susan. What did you feel?”

  Susan startled at the increased firmness of his tone. He didn’t yell or raise his voice but the resolve with which he spoke left her in no doubt he expected an answer without delay.

  “Humiliated.” She knew what he wanted her to say but it was the last thing she wanted to admit, especially to him.

  “Are you aiming for another punishment?” Blake asked in the same controlled tone used before, “You know exactly what I’m asking and I expect and honest answer.”

  “No, of course I’m not aiming for a punishment and I did feel humiliated.” Susan looked at her hands resting in her lap and tried to breathe.

  Even thinking about her day, talking about it made her wet. So did the fact that over the past two weeks she seemed to have accrued at least one punishment a day, although, in her mind, some of those were pretty pathetic excuses for punishments. Like not bringing his coffee quickly enough because she stopped to take a phone call on the way back from the tea room. Still, discipline was one of her turn-ons as a sub, so she really didn’t mind.

  Blake undid his seatbelt and leaned in toward her. “What else did you feel?”

  Placing his hand on her knee, he slowly moved it up under her skirt, along her thigh, between her legs stopping as it came to rest against her sex.

  “I may have been a little aroused.” Her response made him smile, a devilish grin that slowly reached his eyes, making them deepen in color and sparkle wickedly.

  “Only a little?” He slid two fingers into her wet opening, while his thumb came to rest over her clit. “May I suggest you were more than a little aroused? For some naughty little subs, there’s not only a fine line between pleasure and pain, the same line also exists for humiliation and arousal. I think the humiliation of me taking your panties today appealed to you much more than you’re currently willing to admit. Am I right, Sugar?”

  Blake slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her as he spoke. Each inward thrust not only hitting her most sensitive spot internally, but rubbed his thumb forcefully over her clit. Susan spread her legs wider to give him better access and moaned a breathy reply of yes as her pussy tightened around his fingers.

  “Yes what?” He breathed the words persuasively against her ear.

  Susan moaned as his fingers continued to thrust and tease, knowing exactly what she’d forgotten to say, what he wanted to hear.

  “Sir…Oh God…Yes, Sir.” She screamed the words, not so much in answer to his question or demand but as an exclamation of her release.

  Blake took her over the edge from arousal to orgasm, her body shuddering with pleasure, until he removed his hand from between her legs, leaving her slouched in the passenger seat, gasping to regain her breath.

  “That’s my girl.” He placed a perfunctory kiss on her cheek before sucking the pussy juice off the fingers he’d used to pleasure her with.

  The devilishly wicked grin he gave before alighting from the car left her in no doubt that she’d be shown no mercy this weekend and the thought of what was to come sent an expectant shiver down her spine. Blake opened her door, having collected their belongings from the boot and stood staring down at her.

  “I’m waiting,” he stated matter-of-factly.

  Susan knew he was waiting and so was she─ waiting for her legs to stop trembling after coming so powerfully in the front seat. Susan wasn’t sure standing independently was possible at the moment but attempted it anyway. After all, she couldn’t keep her Dom waiting. Dragging herself out of the passenger seat she mulled over the term, her Dom, she never thought she’d be back in this position. Using the car door as a huge black crutch to steady herself, she looked over to Blake and smiled.

  “You sure know how to make a girl orgasm, Sir.” On hearing her comment, Blake expressed a wide grin.

  “That’s only the beginning, Sugar,” he replied. “Wait till we get inside.”

  With a cock of his head to indicate the direction to go, he turned and strode away, Susan following close on his heels.

  As they made their way up the private entry to Blake’s penthouse apartment, Susan was in awe. The elevator, designated solely for the penthouse, opened onto a wide garden balcony, a set of tiled stairs led to the impressive main entrance of the home. It appeared to be more a house located atop the building than part of the building itself.

  Inside, the spacious living area had one-hundred-eighty-degree views of the bay, with balcony space and a second garden area overlooking the stunning waterway. The balcony off the main bedroom was framed by a beautiful Jacaranda tree, offering excellent privacy and as Blake described it, acoustic comfort. Susan smiled as he explained the feature, taking it to mean that not only could neighbors not see them, but there was enough distance from surrounding buildings for any outdoor activities to go unheard. The fact the balcony housed a large outdoor chaise-bed led her to believe that on a fine summer evening, sex wasn’t necessarily contained to the bedroom.

  Once the tour of his home ended, they returned to the living area where Blake collected items for dinner before heading outside. He started the barbeque before pouring them both a glass of wine. She heard an appetizing sizzle as he placed two steaks on the hot plate.

  “It’s all very impressive. I had no idea you lived in such luxury.” She sipped her white wine and gazed out over the various yachts and other marine craft moored near the bays jetties.

  “I can afford this type of lifestyle because I’ve worked hard and I’m good at what I do, but ultimately, I’d be just as happy in a small cottage somewhere in the suburbs. This is all just stuff really. It doesn’t make me who I am.” Blake turned the steaks on the barbeque before walking over to join her. “The red yacht is mine by the way.”

  He pointed to a large vessel moored at the end of what she assumed was his private jetty. It was a sleek, streamlined looking boat with a dark reddish hull and white upper decks. As in three levels of decking by the look of it.

  “Of course, it is.” Susan turned to face him. “So if all this isn’t you then tell me, who you are?”

  “I’m a lawyer who excels at winning, a Do
m who demands total obedience from his sub and a man who, until recently, was looking for the perfect woman to stand beside him and share the life I’ve created.”

  “Until recently?” Susan gulped nervously. “What changed?”

  “Don’t play dumb, Susan. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I don’t need to look for someone to stand beside me and share my life now. I met you.” His words oozed confidence, Susan only wished she felt the same way.

  Blake escorted her over to the table and served what she could only describe as perfectly cooked steak accompanied by a delicious crisp salad. His confidence in who he was amazed her. She tried to remember a time when she felt self-assured, happy, and comfortable to be herself no matter what circumstance she faced. It was before her marriage, and before she’d committed to her last Dom. The Dom who said he loved her only to relegate her to the status of plaything after being with her for twelve months.

  “Can I tell you something?” Susan’s stomach began to churn as she contemplated her confession.

  “You can tell me anything, beautiful.” Blake focused his attention on her. “What is it?”

  “I don’t know who I am.” There, she’d said it. She felt stupid but now it was out in the open. If they were going to spend the weekend together, if he was going to pursue her, then he needed to know what he was getting─ a woman with no confidence or clarity about who she was and where she was headed in life.

  “Can I tell you something?” The warmth in Blake’s smile as she nodded eased the butterfly’s that inhabited her stomach. “I already knew that and I’m hoping by the end of the weekend you’ll find part of yourself, a part that you dismissed long ago. If you can do that, then you will have taken the first step toward rediscovering exactly who you are.”

  * * *

  Blake leaned casually against the frame of the doorway to his play space. He refrained from referring to it as his dungeon because technically it was just the room he housed his BDSM apparatus in. It wasn’t an underground area that was dark or dingy, he hadn’t painted it black to give the appearance of anything sinister, and it wasn’t hidden away from the world.