The Dom with the Dark Eyes

by Raven McAllan

  It was the words he hoped to hear.

  “As my sub?”

  She grinned. “For now.”

  He kissed her nose—the easiest part of her to touch with his lips.

  “That’s good enough and I like the sound of, for now.”

  “So do I, Sir. So do I. I’m not into commitment.”

  Now why did that not satisfy him? Surely, neither was he?

  “One perfect night?”

  “Sounds, well,” she laughed softly. “Perfect.”

  Rad took the stairs to his playroom two at a time, carried her inside and once more deposited her on her feet. He wondered what she’d think of the room with its many items of equipment and the one long floor to ceiling window that led onto a large balcony. To those not in the know it would seem that if you stood in front of the glass you’d be on view to the world. Unless he chose to tell them it was one way. Rad had no intentions of scaring his neighbors.

  “Take off that cloak, Cherry and let me see you.” It was his Dom’s attitude. He saw the moment it registered and she slipped into her subbie mind set.

  It was so bloody satisfying to watch her dip her head, untie the ribbons at her throat and let the cloak fall, to pool in a shimmering silk pile at her feet.

  “Look at me, sweet Cherry.”

  She lifted her head and looked at him from behind her mask. Rad understood that was the one thing she’d keep on. Fair enough, so would he. This was a single night of hot as hell madness. As his dad would have said, no names, no pack drill.

  “Do we play first and fuck later or the other way round?”

  ****

  Linsey bit her lip, and Sir with the dark eyes frowned.

  “What did I say about marks?”

  Oh lord she’d forgotten that, which was surprising as it was something in her Domme persona she insisted on.

  “Sorry, Sir. And Sir, it’s up to you, which we do first.”

  He nodded. “How are your feet?”

  “Eh? Oh, fine without shoes. I tend to go barefoot most of the time.”

  Sir grinned. “Oh good. Then I suggest you remove your stockings, and teddy give them to me, and then open the door to the balcony.”

  He leaned on the wall and obviously waited to see what she’d do.

  Later he thought she might wonder how he got her into her sub mindset so easily. But for now she seemed to accept it without second thoughts. Very slowly she unrolled her stockings and passed them to Sir. Then she slid the shoulder straps lower, let them and her teddy slip down her body, to join the cloak on the floor.

  Her smile was one of a houri as she picked the teddy up and handed it to him.

  “Thank you, Cherry.”

  “Sir.”

  ****

  Linsey walked toward the door set beside the long large window and swallowed. It was good to see outside, but conversely that meant everything anyone did inside was a free show for the great outdoors. Was she up for that? Was it much different to playing in Dommissimma?

  Well, yes, but…

  If Sir thinks it’s okay so do I.

  She opened the door and waited.

  “Go outside and lean on the balcony looking out. You’ll see two grab handles. Hold them.”

  The way he spoke, the fact she couldn’t see him, and even if she turned he’d only get a view of his mask with those deep eyes shining through the holes made for them, made her clit throb.

  Oh my. Erotic and arousing thoughts flooded her mind as she did as he bade her. Her juices coated her cunt and legs and her nipples were still mimicking nails. She stepped out onto a large tree- and shrub-decked balcony and approached the balustrade.

  As she positioned herself as Sir requested, the just above waist height, smooth, golden—or so it looked in the low lights that skirted the base—stone, the barrier between her and the garden suddenly seemed flimsy.

  Linsey had never had vertigo before but now? Whether it was the wine or anticipation she had no idea, but now the horizon swayed, and she grasped the top of the wall until her knuckles went white.

  Then she remembered Sir’s diktat.

  Thank goodness for the grabs. She took one in each hand and held on for dear life. Gradually the horizon stayed where it should be. Linsey let out her breath in relief. How galling it would be to cry red because you were going to faint from fear of falling, not flying.

  “To approach you from the rear is a sweet torture, sweet Cherry.”

  Oh god does he know what that voice does to me? He couldn’t, but she did. Her body tightened, and she shivered.

  “Are you cold? Apprehensive? Need to talk?”

  Linsey shook her head. “No, none of them. I’m excited.” There was no need to dissemble.

  Something velvety stroked her back. The soft texture tickled and she wriggled as the sensations moved lower and stopped at the top of her buttocks.

  “I think, sweet Cherry, I’m going to make your ass the color of your name then fuck you senseless. Does that sound acceptable to you? A sweet sting and an even sweeter release?”

  “Oh, god, yes,” Linsey said, fervently. “All of it.”

  He laughed. “Sweet Cherry. Then do I need to fasten you?”

  “No, Sir. I’m green.”

  “Then keep your feet where I put them.” He nudged her legs and Linsey discovered there were indentations for her to stand in that spread her out like a starfish.

  At least I’m secure now. Even if my all is on show. But then wasn’t that what he intended?

  Sir of the dark eyes pushed gently on her back and the smooth warm stone caressed her tummy. Her breasts pressed into the top of the balustrade and the slight roughness of its surface increased her awareness and the invisible cord that connected her nipples to her clit tightened in anticipation of what she hoped would come.

  The first thud was just that. Nothing special, nothing to make her cream. Pleasant but no more.

  Linsey wasn’t aware she moaned her disappointment, and started to turn to look at him. He put his palm to her head and pushed gently so she faced forward again.

  “Sweet Cherry, do you think that’s it? I thought you’d know I intend to warm you up slowly.” He rubbed her ass and then pinched it hard. “No, don’t turn around. Just close your eyes and let the feelings fill you.”

  She felt the nip a lot more than the flogger.

  The flails caressed her ass like a lover. Three or four strokes that hinted of things to come.

  The next strike thudded harder. The next stung. The following one hurt.

  Linsey let her breath out in one long whoosh. This was pain, real pain. After each two strokes, Sir rubbed her tortured flesh gently. He spoke to her, encouraged and praised her in a soft voice. Soothed her and lifted her higher.

  Her ass was on fire, and she loved it. Usually Linsey struggled to let go. This time all that mattered was the sting of the flogger, the cadence of his voice and her need to do as he said.

  “Sweet Cherry, fly for me now, it’s all for you.” He pinched her clit as he struck her harder and deeper than before. “Let yourself go. Don’t think, just go.”

  Linsey had no idea where she was or who she was except his. She floated into subspace and stayed there. She didn’t climax; that wasn’t what this was about. This was her chance to do as her Sir asked her and to be rewarded with this sense of well being. Her choice to let go and let him take over.

  The next thing she knew was she was wrapped in a soft woolen blanket and held by a strong pair of arms.

  She wriggled.

  “Cherry, if you do that my cock will be up your ass before you can say subbing. I had thought we might go conventional for the first time.” He kissed the nape of her neck and she sighed. That was romantic. “Do you want some salve rubbed in?”

  Weirdly, so was that.

  Linsey had forgotten what it was like to be romantic with a man.

  She giggled. “Sorry, Sir. Ah… Um…” Grief, that was so not her. Um’s and Ah’s weren’t generall
y in her vocabulary. “No salve and well, I’d like conventional,” she paused and ran her tongue over her lips. “This time.”

  His dick jerked.

  “That’s fucking hot,” he said hoarsely. “Bloody hell, such a small thing, and it’s got me ready to come like a randy schoolboy.”

  “Really? Oh, Sir we can’t have that now, can we?” Linsey did it again, smiled and then raised one eyebrow as he pinched her ear.

  “Minx. Drink some water.”

  She nodded, suddenly thirsty and sipped the water he handed her. “Thank you, that’s great.” She put the bottle down, shrugged off the blanket, and twisted on his lap to straddle his legs. For the first time she realized he was as naked as she —except they both wore their masks. Somehow that made her even more hot and wet. It was bloody sexy and erotic. To know all of him so intimately and not know him otherwise was a turn on such as she’d never experienced before. Linsey mentally groaned. If she’d have known that he was unclothed earlier there was no way she’d have been able to be a good little sub and not check him out.

  Time to take charge, I think. Her clit throbbed so hard the sensations vied with that of his flogger on her skin to be the most intense.

  “Then, Sir, I think I’d better help you out.” She looked about her and noticed they were sitting in a large squashy armchair in a lounge decorated in shades of brown and gold. “Where do you suggest?”

  He pinched her nipples and rubbed them. “There’s a nice conventional bed along the corridor. Or an even nicer playroom next to it.”

  “Bed first, playroom after?” she suggested. “Inside it, not out?”

  “Sounds good to me.” He put his arms around her waist and stood with her still sat on his thighs.

  Linsey laughed and wound her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

  Sir grunted and walked out of the room with his human limpet. His cock bobbed and stroked her ass. Linsey wished she had three hands. She needed two to hold on, but boy she’d so like to take his cock and stroke it.

  “Bed, my lady. Let go now.” Sir’s voice acted like a catalyst and she immediately did as he said. He dropped her none too gently onto a bed and followed her.

  The mattress bounced and he was over her before she had time to blink. He nudged her legs apart.

  “Now, Cherry, for fuck sake let me fuck you now. And shit I have no fucking vocabulary. I do have condoms at the ready though.” He picked several foil packets up from the bedside table and let them fall over them like shiny raindrops.

  She giggled, light hearted and aroused. “Well, rubber up, fuck it, and fuck me then.”

  He did.

  He came into her wet and ready cunt like an arrow finding its target and began to move. Linsey matched him stroke for stroke, urging him on with her muscles. She lifted her ass off the mattress, to beg for harder, deeper, longer. He was big, but she opened for him and took him in, until she was certain his balls hit her ass and the tip of his cock, her soul.

  It was needed, and she couldn’t get enough of him.

  “More, more oh hell more.” She chanted her plea like a mantra. “I need… argh, yes oh hell, yes.” She sobbed and shook as he pushed deeply inside her and began to shudder. “Like that, sweet fuck, just like…”

  Wet heat flooded her as Sir shouted and his climax hit him.

  Linsey saw stars, heard her cries of joy and held onto him for dear life.

  Chapter Three

  Rad had no idea how long they lay there with his cock buried deep in her, and his arms holding him off her. Eventually he sighed.

  “I’ll need to move or I’ll fall on you.”

  “Fall then. I don’t care.” Her voice was slurred as she grabbed his shoulders and tried to pull him down.

  “You would if you were squashed flat. Hold on tight.” He rolled them over so she ended up on top of him. His softened dick slid out of her with a soft plop and she sniggered and yawned.

  "Shit sorry, but I’ve just climbed a marathon, and run up Everest.”

  “Pardon? Do you mean that the other way round?”

  “Probably.” She reached down and patted his dick, which hardly had the strength to respond. “Aww, did we wear you out?”

  “Seems so. But I have good powers of recovery.”

  She lifted her head up and her eyes shone through the slits in her mask.

  Why are we still wearing them? Rad decided not to ask. Somehow it seemed fitting to keep that little bit of themselves private.

  “Oh good. So do I.” She stroked his lower cheek—the few centimeters not covered by his mask—and traced his lips with her thumb. Rad nipped it and licked the spot.

  “Then shall we check out our stamina?”

  She was right.

  It was several hours later when her tummy rumbled and she rolled her eyes.

  “Oops, sorry, but we never ever did have anything to eat.”

  Rad rolled off the bed. “Let’s go forage.”

  Cherry stretched like a cat and something caught his eye.

  “Is that a tattoo under your arm?”

  She nodded. “A flogger. Why?”

  He grinned and turned. “Mine is on my ass.”

  Her sharp intake of breath made up his mind. He turned around and flicked her chin. “Want another one?”

  She twitched her lips. “Another tattoo?”

  He nodded. “To celebrate tonight.”

  Cherry was silent for a moment and then she grinned. “Oh I like the idea of that. How?”

  “Come with me. I have a friend who’ll do it here without asking questions. I’ll make some food and ring him.”

  “At this hour?”

  Rad smiled. “A night owl.”

  “Then I’ll cook and you ring him.”

  He came back five minutes later. “Around an hour and says keep enough bacon for us all.”

  Cherry lifted the pan off the hotplate. “Shall we just wait then?”

  “Well if we do, how are we going to occupy our time?”

  She licked her lips again. “Oh I’m sure we can think of something.”

  Rad spread his arms wide. “Over to you, sweet Cherry.”

  He wasn’t sure if her smile was sultry, sexy or bloody scary. Behind her mask her eyes widened and then she dipped her head.

  “In that case, Sir, you can call me Ma’am or Mistress.”

  He grinned. This could be interesting. He might admit to being a switch but it was a hell of a long time since he’d subbed.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  She smiled. “I like that. I like that a lot. Tell me, Sir, and before you say you’re subbing why are you still Sir, let’s say it’s now just a name eh? Like, oh I don’t know Mickey or Fred.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Why had she chosen those names? Did she know him, and know his given names were Michael Frederick? Rad was sure it was a coincidence.

  “Then, Sir, go out onto the balcony and assume the position over the balustrade.”

  He nodded and forced his lips not to twitch. It seemed his sweet Cherry was in for a bit of tit for tat. That suited him. He’d given the sting, not taken it for an eon.

  “The playroom is all yours.”

  “Oh good,” His sweet Cherry almost cooed the word. “Because I don’t have my whips with me.”

  So his lady played hard? Luckily, Rad thought, as he did as she’d asked and waited for her to come to him, so did he.

  Even though he faced away from the house he sensed when she walked out onto the balcony.

  Her perfume? Maybe, though he hadn’t scented any earlier. More the thought, like a sense of wellbeing, of knowing this was what he wanted, and who with.

  “Well now, that is a sight for sore eyes.” Her voice was husky and she cleared her throat.” And for sore rears. Now I think it’s time for you to show me how you can take pain as well as hand it out.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Rad welcomed the hot shot of adrenaline that flooded into him. His dick grazed the wall and he gave than
ks once more for the fact he’d insisted on a smooth render finish.

  “Then, I must say I admire your collection of whips. This one is a perfect weight for me. Color, sub?” Her voice deepened, became more authoritative and his sub persona responded to it automatically.

  “Color, oh green, ma’am.” Rad had the strange sensation of slipping into sub space without a stroke touching him. That was a first.

  “Good, then relax and enjoy.”

  The swish of a whip in the air was the only indication of how close and ready she was. As the tip hit his ass he moaned.

  “Green, fuck it, I’d forgotten how it stung.”

  “Then let me remind you.”

  As he did to his subs, after each two strikes she stroked him. Whispered words of encouragement and checked he was fine.

  Rad floated. The stings were sharp, hard and swift and he loved it. Embraced the pain and let it roll through him.

  Shit he hadn’t realized just how much he needed to be on the receiving end.

  He could have stayed like that, as her strokes caressed his skin, and marked him as hers forever.

  “Shh, that’s it, let it go.”

  Dimly Rad felt his face wet, and understood he was crying. Why for fuck sake?

  “Ha…appy,” he mumbled. “S'was good.”

  “So, perfect, such a beautiful striped ass. So, amazing, my Sir. So good. Now then. Can you walk?” Ma’am cuddled him close. “Then we’ll find a tissue for your eyes and some salve for your ass. I went hard on you.”

  “Mmm. Yes… Good.” Rad felt as if he was drunk. He leaned heavily onto her and stumbled inside to flop on the bed, face down. “But I want… oh shit no not up to me is it…. well I hope you want to make love… more than a fuck…” He felt himself slip into sated sleep.

  He was sure she kissed him, and spoke oh so softly. “When you wake up, love we’ll make love.”

  He thought he answered her with “Sounds good,” but he couldn’t be sure.

  Rad had no idea how long he rested for. It couldn’t have been long before he opened his eyes and saw sweet Cherry sitting on the edge of the bed.

  “Your phone is making strange noises.” She held it out to him.

  “Rhonda, saying she’ll be a bit late.”

  “Rhonda?”