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

by Anthology

  He didn’t give her a chance to change her mind. Lex just grabbed her, and spun her against the door. She gasped, but he knew she wasn’t hurt. Not with his hand in between her and the door to protect her from impact.

  Without any preamble, he captured her mouth with his, and pushed his tongue into her depths. He tasted her, and teased her until she was soft and pliable against him. Reaching up he cupped her breasts, and groaned his pleasure into her mouth when he felt her hard nipples against his palms. When their lips separated he snarled the words, “Say it.”

  Her lips were plump and shimmering wet from their kiss as she stared up at him with those big brown doe eyes. “What?”

  Words failed him as the building pressure in his balls sent a growl rumbling out of his mouth. He pinched her nipples hard to test her pain tolerance, pleased when she didn’t pull away. The discomfort registered in her eyes, but she didn’t tell him to stop, or slow down.

  “Please?” she whispered. When he squeezed her nipple again and continued to stare at her pointedly, she tried again, “Please, Sir?”

  That was the magic word. It was the okay for every dirty sordid thing he wanted to do to her this evening. How one night would ever be enough with her, he had no idea, but he was sure as hell going to make the most of it.

  “On your knees, princess. We’re going to see how well you did your research. Do you know what the submissive pose is?” he took a step backwards to give her enough room to slide to the floor. Kneeling, she sat back on her heels with her knees shoulder-width apart. As her skirt inched higher, she dropped her head, and clasped her hands behind her back, making her full, firm tits lift and beckon to him. Knowing her ripe nipples were probably red from his teasing made his mouth water.

  He nudged her knee with his foot, “Not quite, my sweet sub. Spread your legs more so that I can better see what’s mine. That’s right. Every delicious inch of you is mine for the night, and I want to see all of you.”

  The way her cheeks turned bright pink was adorable, but he was boiling hot inside. He needed to release some pressure for both of them before he could truly play with her.

  Watching closely, he could almost see the thoughts and emotions going through her mind. She hesitated, and then started as she came to her decision. Nervous energy and sexual tension collided between them as her legs slowly inched apart, and her skirt crept higher. A scrap of black satin appeared and his mouth watered at the distinct wet spot on the fabric.

  The proof her desire was enough to make him lose his mind. He wondered what her reaction would be if he shoved those panties in her mouth and fucked her here on the floor.

  “Panties are the worst invention ever created.” He grumbled, squatting down in front of her, and tipping her chin up with one finger so that their eyes met. “I’ll take care of that problem soon enough. Look at me, princess.”

  When she finally did, he could see the sheen of her unshed tears, and he felt like an utter bastard. She was still new to this, and he was letting his inner Neanderthal get out of hand. “Ah shit, we need to talk first don’t we? Damn it. I’m no good at training new subs.”

  Her head dipped and he heard her sniffle. It broke his heart. Reaching for her, he lifted her off her knees and into his arms. Thankfully, she didn’t fight him. She just wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her across the room to the bed, and took a seat with her firmly in his lap. She wiggled a little to get comfortable with his hard-on pressing against her ass, and he hissed out a breath.

  “Whoa there, warrior princess! You don’t want to cut off the circulation to that before we get to the fun part of the evening,” he teased, relieved when she smiled a little. “Okay, let’s start over. You asked about bracelets, and the truth is, I don’t see the need for them unless we’re downstairs. I prefer privacy when I play, and in here, there is only one Dominant”—he pointed to his chest before pointing to hers—”and one submissive. No need for bracelets to make that clear. At the next event, I’ll make sure you have a bracelet with my name on it…er…well, if we play together again, I mean. As for limits, you’re right; I need to know what your hard limits are before we start.”

  She stared back at him thoughtfully, the tears and fears seemingly gone from her eyes now, replaced by a seriousness that belied their unique situation. “Um…I know the basics. No scat, no kids, no animals, and um…well, I have one rather unusual one.”

  “And that is?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on her as she shifted her perfect ass over his erection again.

  “No ropes,” she whispered.

  “I’m sorry; did you say ‘no ropes’?” he asked, surprise making his tone much harsher than he meant it to be. When she flinched he asked again, “Do you mean no ropes, as in you don’t like the feeling of rope material, or you don’t want to be bound?”

  “The binding part. I’m claustrophobic. The idea of being tied up scares me. I’m afraid I’ll have a panic attack and you—or whoever—wouldn’t be able to get me untied fast enough.”

  She really sounded terrified; Lex had never come into contact with a submissive who was scared of being bound. In fact, in almost all of his scenes he used some form of bindings, whether it was scarves, or ropes, or cuffs.

  “Okay, no tight bindings. What about holding you down?” he asked.

  She looked thoughtful, “I think that’s all right. I mean I don’t really know for sure, but if you’re holding me down, then I know you can let me up quickly if I panic, right?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Nodding, Marley swallowed hard and her mouth opened as if to say something else before she snapped it shut again.

  “What is it?” She shook her head, and her eyes darted away from his instead of answering him. Sighing heavily, he shook his head. “So that’s how it’s going to be?”

  Her face grew even paler and her delicate freckles stood out on her nose. “Wait, what?”

  “If you can’t even talk to me, then this will never work, princess. I don’t want to keep circling the same topics. It’s a waste of time for both of us. We’re adults, so tell me what’s bothering you, or just put an end to this.” Lex was feeling emotionally exhausted and his balls were turning blue. If she couldn’t get past this emotional barrier there was no possible way for a scene to work with her.

  “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m closing myself off to you and that’s unfair. The truth is I’ve never tried anything anal. I wasn’t sure if that was an appropriate limit, so I didn’t say anything.”

  Lex cocked his head and shifted in his seat to give his balls more room in his slacks. Fuck, just hearing the word anal from her pretty lips made him hard as a rock. “Anything can be an appropriate limit; only you can choose those. Are you saying you never want to try anything anal?”

  “No…maybe…I don’t know, but I know that it takes preparation and you need to know that I’m a virgin in that way.” She had that self-righteous haughty tone back in her voice, and he grinned wickedly, absorbing the challenge.

  “You’re a virgin to many things, princess, but after tonight most of those virginities will belong to me. So say it now if your ass if off limits, because unless I’m given a hard limit I’m going to push you as far as I can. Probably beyond where you’re comfortable.”

  She flushed and took a deep breath. “Can we call it a soft limit?”

  Lex couldn’t hold in the loud laugh, it echoed through the room, and eased the tension between them. “Soft limit it is. If I think you’re ready, I’ll test your limits, but princess, I have no desire to hurt you or scare you away. So, now that we’ve talked this all out, are you going to play ball, or safeword out?”

  5

  Marley didn’t hesitate this time. She wanted this enough to overcome her own fears about it, so she did the only thing she could think of. Rising from his lap to her feet, she reached up under her skirt, and tugged her G-string down her thighs, letting it fall to the ground at her feet, and then stepped free of it. A quick glance at L
ex assured her that she had his complete attention as she lowered herself to her knees. This time she held her back straight, and slowly spread her thighs until the bare skin of her aching pussy was revealed.

  He rose to stand in front of her. “Fucking hell, that’s a pretty pussy. I wouldn’t have taken you for a bare skin kind of girl, princess.”

  Marley kept her head down, her eyes on the ground, but she responded quietly, “I had it done the day before yesterday because I read that it was popular in the BDSM community. It hurt like hell, but I like the way it feels, Sir.”

  “Mmm, well I like the way it looks. I’m curious if it tastes just as sweet. Take your clothes off, princess, while I see what goodies Killian keeps in this emergency bag.”

  Lex moved across the room without another glance at her, seemingly confident that she would follow his instructions. She managed to wiggle out of her skirt, and camisole, before he turned back around, and when his eyes touched on her almost naked form, he groaned.

  “Jesus, if I thought your pussy was pretty…fuck. Take the bra off, love. Let me see those gorgeous tits.” He stood frozen in place, holding the duffel bag in his hands, as she released the front clasp on her bra. Her breasts bounced free, and she sighed with pleasure. There was nothing better for a woman than the feeling after removing her bra. Okay, maybe a few things, but still, it was a relief after wearing the lacy piece of lingerie created for visual effect instead of comfort.

  With only her silver slave sandals and jewelry on, she waited for him to instruct her further. Lex took his time looking her over, putting the bag on the bed, and moving to walk around her, surveying her from the back. She jumped a little when his large hand cupped her ass, and he rubbed the front of his slacks over her bare skin there.

  “It’s a good thing you warned me about your ass, princess, because otherwise, I might have bitten into this peach too quickly. It’s perfectly ripe for the picking. Lean over, and reach for your toes.”

  She felt awkward, but did as he instructed, feeling her ass cheeks spread and her bare pussy lift towards his fabric covered crotch. With their height difference, his cock ended up about level with the top curve of her tailbone instead of her pussy, and they both seemed to sigh in frustration.

  “That’s no good.” Lex said, before his arm encircled her hips, and he lifted her straight up in the air, still bent almost in half. He carried her to the king size bed, and laid her on top. The bed was massive, and taller than average, bringing her aching slit into better position for his use, but leaving her toes dangling off the ground. “Oh yeah, that’s much better.”

  Not giving her a second to respond, Lex slid his fingers through her dripping wet pussy, and they both groaned their pleasure simultaneously. “So wet for me.” He murmured, pressing one long finger into her snug passage, as he stroked another fingertip over her swollen clit.

  She jerked upwards, stopped only by his other hand, which he planted right over her lower back, holding her in place. She was able to move her top half, and her legs, but her hips remained immobilized. Desire rushed through her. She never imagined it would be like this, but having him take what he wanted lit her on fire from the inside out.

  “Oh god!” she whimpered.

  “Not God—Sir.” He said in a hard, deep voice that ricocheted through her, making her pussy pulse around his finger. “Say it, Marley.”

  “Sir! Please, Sir, help me!” She had both hands braced palms down on the bed next to her shoulders, holding her upper body up as she panted for air. Balancing her forehead on the comforter, she focused on the vibrations his fingers were causing in her slippery cunt.

  Without responding to her pretty pleas Lex shifted his free hand from her spine to her ass, and squeezed the soft mound of one cheek hard. Instead of pulling away, Marley felt herself pressing her hips upwards toward him. Begging him for more. Just the feeling of his skin against hers was a wicked aphrodisiac.

  “Fuck if I can wait. Hang on, princess, we both need this now, or we’ll never make it through the night.”

  She felt him shifting to reach for the duffel bag next to her head, but only his free hand moved away from her. He pushed another thick finger into her pussy, making her scream with pleasure. Her body was clenching down on him, and she could feel her orgasm building.

  “Don’t come yet, sub. Not until I say you can.” He ordered. Her whole body lurched and she bit into her bottom lip, tasting her own blood on her tongue. How the hell was she supposed to stop an orgasm? Especially with his fingers fucking in and out of her.

  A moment later, she heard the unmistakable rip of a condom package, and then felt the fat mushroom head of his cock replacing his fingers at her opening. She didn’t even consider resisting. She needed to feel him inside her, filling her full.

  It was erotic. It was slightly painful. And it was absolutely the best thing she’d ever experienced in her life as his cock stretched her passage to the brink, making her burn with need, and babble incoherently.

  “Shh…you’re okay, princess. I’ve got you.” His words were comforting as he blanketed her back, the silk of his shirt, skimming across her hot skin. He pressed a sweet kiss between her shoulder blades, and then roughly grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging her head up so that he could growl his words into her ear. “Your pussy is so fucking sweet, Marley. I’ve never felt anything like it. You wanted to know what it feels like to give up control. This is it. You’re mine body, mind and soul right now. Every cell in your body is in tune with mine, waiting for me to move, begging me to give it what it needs, and it’s fucking awesome.”

  She felt him pull back before he thrust into her again, making her cry out from a mixture of pleasure and pain as he tugged her hair. He changed positions, lifting up off of her back so that he could piston his cock into her heat.

  He pounded her into the mattress, filling her and claiming her as no one else ever had. Her mind went blank, as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her, and she screamed his name as she exploded in a violent orgasm.

  He didn’t stop his movements. Instead he gripped her tighter, thrusting harder, and drawing out the pleasure of the moment. When he finally shouted his own orgasm, she felt his cock twitching inside of her, and she clamped down on him, making him groan, and twitch again.

  He slowly released his grip on her hair, and let her head fall limply back onto the bed before he pulled out of her body. The only sound in the room was their harsh breathing. She didn’t even realize she was crying until his thumb brushed a tear from her cheek.

  * * *

  “Did I truly hurt you?” he murmured, concerned. He’d had partners cry before from pleasure, and some from a cathartic scene, but everything with Marley left him feeling unsettled and unsure of himself.

  She shook her head, and tried to roll onto her back. His body was still between her spread legs preventing the movement so that she ended up half twisted giving him a sexy view of her breasts and ass at the same time.

  “I’m not sure why I’m crying. That was really good—”

  Lex was offended, “Good? You call that good?”

  “Okay it was outstanding, superb, two thumbs up! What do you want me to say, Le—Sir?”

  Lex tried to frown at her menacingly, but his lips curled up on their own. She was a terrible student. It was going to be a long time before he trained the brat out of her.

  “You owe me twenty for coming without permission, princess.”

  She looked aghast, “Twenty dollars? What? You’re a gigolo now?”

  Laughter bubbled up from his chest, and he dropped down to sit on the bed next to her as he broke down. “Twenty dollars! Oh Christ, that’s funny. You’re sure turning out to be a crappy research student, Marley. When I say you owe me twenty, I mean you will be getting a punishment of twenty swats because you didn’t do as you were told.”

  “Oh.” She flushed, and then wrinkled her nose. “But technically, Sir, you were the one who made me come, so shouldn’t you get the sw
ats?”

  Lex could only sigh. “You’re going to be a terrible sub. Are you sure you’re not a switch at heart, princess?”

  “I don’t think so. I can’t imagine myself holding a flogger much less using it on someone.” She answered.

  He stared at her for a moment, lost in her beauty as she rolled onto her back, and propped her sandaled feet up on the edge of the bed. Her breasts rose high on her chest, hard berry-colored nipples pointing almost straight up. A sleek indentation ran from the base of her rib cage down to the valley of her navel and beyond. Her hips spread wide, and her plush thighs framed the sweetest pussy he’d ever been balls deep in. He couldn’t remember any woman in his lifetime who had ever stirred him like she did. He didn’t care that she wasn’t perfectly submissive. In fact, he was just as turned on by her smart mouth and wit.

  “Your shirt is ruined,” she said softly, reaching out to run her hand over the front hem of his shirt where it was now spotted with pre-cum and sweat. Genuine concern registered on her face, and a small frown line appeared between her eyebrows. “If there’s club soda downstairs at the bar we can probably get the stain out, but if you let it set you’ll have to throw the whole shirt out.”

  Instead of responding, Lex moved lightning fast, to roll on top of her, wrap his arms around her, and kiss her soundly. He heard her squeak in surprise, and then her surprise turned to desire and she was moaning into his mouth again.

  She tasted like some sort of sweet cinnamon gum, and she felt like heaven pressed against him. Ripping at the front of his own shirt he didn’t flinch when buttons flew across the room. He had to get his skin against hers as quickly as possible or the pressure building in his chest might make his heart explode.

  Marley helped him push the shirt off his shoulders, kissing her way along his jawline, down his throat, and then over his collarbone. Her hot little hands moved over his chest, cupping his pecks, and tugging at the dark hair that formed a triangle between his nipples. He let her have her way, enjoying her touch as much as he enjoyed touching her. In the back of his mind he knew that he should put a stop to it, and make her submit, but it was too perfect to have this moment with her. A moment of mutual exploration and sexual appreciation.