With him at her mercy, Juliette allowed herself the pleasure of touching him some more. She ran her fingers lightly down his arms and across his shoulders. The muscles bunched under her touch. “Relax,” she whispered into one ear and was pleased when she felt the tension drain out of him. She kept going to pet and cup the taut globes of his ass. She was tempted to slip a finger into him, but didn’t. She remembered his reaction from the first night. Pegging would be something she would need to introduce slowly. She would do it, eventually. It was the ultimate surrender for a straight man and unless he surrendered to her fully, there was no future for them.
She was getting ahead of herself, again. For now, there was so much fun for them to have. She retrieved her flogger from her bag and returned to stand behind him. Without warning, she went to work on his shoulders, beating first one side and then the other. Each time the suede tails hit, he uttered a gasp or a groan. She moved down to his ass quickly, careful to avoid slapping the flogger against his kidneys or around his hips. Instead, she went for the meat, setting a figure eight motion that soon sent her into the zone. Rhythmic, hypnotic, she could do it all night. She bet her new boy could take it all night, too, but that would be far easier and less fun than what she was capable of giving him.
She paused her stroke a fraction of a second before landing a hard slap against one ass cheek. Trey yelled out. The wetness of her labia increased. Her clit and nipples throbbed to the beat of her flogger. She let go another stinging stroke, made him cry out once more, and her own breath whooshed out of her lungs. She was hardly straining herself, yet her lungs felt as if they needed more air. She picked up the rhythm, hitting harder, ratcheting up the tension. Trey grunted now with each blow, his arms and legs tugged at their restraints. A fine sheen of sweat coated his back. He neared the breaking point.
Recognizing as much, Juliette gave one last, hard blow and stopped. She ran a hand over her head and yanked a bit on her braid, reveling in the bite of pain. Time to give them both relief. Putting her flogger away, she went to her boy and wrapped her body around his from the back. Heat poured out of him and into her. She sighed and clasped the area beneath his balls and tugged up to make him groan. She rubbed her own aching body against his to make herself moan. Then she moved her hands up to his chest and fingered the clamps, twisted them back and forth.
“Shit!” Trey forced the word.
“Mmm, isn’t it wonderful?” she purred, rubbing against him even more to make her clit sing. She stretched up on her toes and first licked, then nipped his ear lobe. “You’ve been such a good and brave boy, I’m going to let you fuck me now.”
Blood roared through Trey’s body. It drowned out virtually every other sound except for Juliette’s voice, his Mistress’ voice. She was going to let him fuck her now, her words. He hadn’t dared hope the evening would include getting inside her luscious body. He tried to stay strong as she released him from the restraints. It was hard, his body was alive with the pain she had given him, yet numb, too. He swayed a little when his arms were freed. But she was there for him, giving her body in support, massaging the blood back into his hands. She led him over to the bed and pushed him gently down. Sitting, his face was level with her magnificent breasts. Soft, round flesh swelled over her neckline. The urge to taste overwhelmed him and he leaned forward. A sharp tug of his hair brought him up short.
“Uh-uh,” his Mistress admonished. “I did not give you permission.”
He nodded once to show he understood, his throat suddenly so dry, he didn’t think he could speak. He remained passive as she positioned him down on his back and secured his ankles and wrists once more with shackles at each bed post. His arms and legs were stretched taut again enough to make him ache. His arousal had never been so great. He didn’t doubt that without the cock harness, he might very well have come already. He loved the idea too, as he always had, of the woman being on top and in control. Never before had a woman done it without his urging. The freedom of not having to worry about what to do added to his pleasure in an indescribable way.
“Trey, look at me.”
The sharp command jerked him out of his thoughts. He turned his head toward his Mistress, and once his gaze locked with hers, she stripped down to join him. Her movements were slow, calculated. First she lowered the side zipper of her dress, then let the top slide down her arms, down past her breasts. His breath hitched when he saw her hard, dusky nipples freed. He licked his lips. Would she ever give him a taste? God, he hoped so. As the dress dropped down to the floor, his attention shifted to her plump mons and the swatch of curls he was already acquainted with. His stomach clenched when he realized she had been panty-less during his beating.
His Mistress smiled at him. She held up one finger as if to silence him and wagged it. His gaze now fixed at that point, he watched her run the finger down between her breasts, past her stomach and through her curls. A low moan escaped him when the finger dipped between her folds and disappeared. Her hand moved up and down. His hips bucked in sympathetic rhythm. She took a piece of her lower lip between her teeth and moaned back at him.
“Fuck, fuck!” he panted. His cock strained ineffectively within the harness. It felt as if it would burst. The ache in his balls spread up his body.
His Mistress pursed her lips and blew him a kiss. “Okay, sweet boy,” she cooed.
Taking her finger away from her clit, she stepped out of her dress and dug into her bag. Out popped a condom in her hand. Trey almost wept from relief. Finally! She sauntered over to him and climbed up on the bed. Kneeling beside him, she took her time giving him what he desperately wanted. Her fingers played across the tops of those damnable pins torturing his aroused flesh. He gritted his teeth against the pain. When she pulled the first one off, a howl ripped past his lips.
“Oh, yes, my darling,” his Mistress crooned. “That’s what I like. Let me hear how much pain you’re in. It makes my pussy weep. See how wet you’ve made me already.”
Trey’s gaze lowered to drink in the sight of her glistening mons and slick inner thighs. So transfixed was he by her obvious arousal, he barely noticed his own agony and the ensuing cries of his own voice as she freed his cock and balls from the remaining pins. He panted like a dog when she was done, yet his gaze never wandered and his mind focused on the promise of sliding into all that wet heat beckoning him.
Juliette teased the underside of his cock and squeezed his balls for a short while. He hissed and bucked throughout the playful assault. Small grunts passed his lips until she undid the straps and freed his package. He sighed, then growled when finally she unwrapped the condom down his length.
His Mistress studied her handiwork for a few seconds before looking into his eyes. “Shall I straddle you now, Trey? Shall I place your cock against the entrance of my cunt?”
“Yes, please, Mistress.” It was a strain to speak. He wanted to howl again instead.
“Very well.” Her tone was soft and matter-of-fact, but there was an underlying breathlessness to it. She was not as cool and in control as she wanted him to believe. The knowledge added to his heat. He wanted to have that effect on her.
She did as promised and with her legs clamped firmly against his thighs, she poised him at her entrance. “Shall I slide your cock into my pussy? I’m very hot and very wet, you know. And tight.” To emphasize her words, she squeezed his rod with her fingers.
He bucked up, trying to push inside her. “Yes, God, yes. Please, Mistress!” He was beyond caring how he sounded. This waiting was the worst kind of torture.
Without further warning, Juliette impaled herself on him. His cock shot up inside her welcoming cunt, instantly caught in the promised hot, wet and tight embrace. “Don’t come!” she ordered.
That he complied was a minor miracle. It took all his strength. He clenched his teeth, closed his eyes and concentrated on the pain of his back and ass against the synthetic bedding. With slow rocking movements, she rode him. Each time she took him back into the depths of her
body, the walls of her pussy clenched tight, milking his cock as she pulled up. Her hands rested against his abs, fingertips pressing into his taut flesh. Her rhythm picked up, her body riding him higher and higher. His climax built, threatened to spill over, and then he felt her grip him like a vice, heard her cry out. Past the roaring of blood in his ears, he heard her shout for him to come. He burst inside her and at that moment, the clips were pulled from his nipples. Agony shot through his chest. He yelled, pulling at his restraints, as pleasure and pain warred within him, fighting, joining, taunting each other to new heights.
As the orgasm faded, his body relaxed. His breath came out in harsh pants. Eyes mere slits, he looked at his Mistress. Her head thrown back while she milked the last of her climax, she looked wild, a goddess, the perfect woman for him. His eyes slid closed again.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Chapter Six
Trey’s hand shook a bit with fatigue as he brought the cup of tea to his lips and took a sip of the scalding liquid. He and Juliette sat in a mostly empty restaurant in nearby Chinatown, waiting for a light meal. His Mistress had surprised him and beaten him to the punch by asking him out once she had deemed him recovered enough from their scene to leave the club. He had turned the tables on her by first making sure the scene was done and then by telling her he considered this a date, his treat, of course. He could see the internal debate by her expression before she had relented and let him have his way. The decision hadn’t diminished her power and control in his mind, and he assumed not in hers either given that she was there sipping serenely at her own tea. He wanted time outside the dungeon to get to know her. She wasn’t simply his Domme. She intrigued him, and he wanted more than being each other’s playmates.
It was no different from any other date he’d ever been on, except that his body ached from their play and his cock ached despite it. Of course, sitting across from a woman sheathed in such sexy clothes would do that to a man. Resting his elbows on the table, he continued to sip his tea and enjoy the view. He couldn’t help but grin.
Juliette narrowed her gaze, a teasing smile played across her lips. “What?”
“What what?” he replied.
She leaned over, chin resting on her palm. “You look awfully smug.”
He ducked his head down and looked at her from under his lashes, suddenly shy. “I’m just a guy who’s been well worked by his Mistress.”
“Hmm. I’ll give you that. Is it weird to be out like this after what we’ve done?”
“A little,” he conceded. “But I can honestly say I’ve never felt more relaxed.” Despite his current state of arousal, there was no denying that allowing a woman to control his orgasms made them stronger and more satisfying.
“Good. I’m enjoying our play, and it always works up an appetite, so I’m glad for the dinner. And, it’s nice to have time to get to know you outside play.”
Her words echoed his thoughts so precisely he couldn’t help blurting out, “I like you.” He groaned. “Damn, that sounded lame.”
“No, it didn’t,” she was quick to assure him. “I like you, too.” Color infused her cheeks and she looked down in a very unDomme-like fashion.
Her shyness charmed him. They were quiet for a few minutes, each concentrating on their tea, before he ventured a question of his own. “May I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
He didn’t ask anything right away because their dishes arrived. They both tucked into them like starving wolves. When the worst of his hunger was appeased, Trey asked, “When did you first realize you were a Domme?”
Juliette swallowed her mouthful. “Oh, I guess I had an inkling as far back as grade school. I always loved ordering the boys around.” She shrugged. “In college, I met a guy who introduced me to the lifestyle, although he was looking for a sub. We both realized pretty quickly we were a mismatch.” She took a sip of her water. “He mentored me, taught me how to be a good Domme.” Her mood turned pensive. “I lost sight of myself for the last few months.”
Trey leaned forward and rested his arms on the table, food forgotten for the moment. He’d seen something in her eyes, heard something in her voice. She had been hurt. The realization made him mad and protective. He might be a submissive sexually, but he was an alpha male nevertheless. “What do you mean? What happened?”
She shook her head. “Nothing, really.” When he remained staring at her, she shrugged again. “I made a poor choice in a sub last year. He was young and very pretty, and apparently I have a weakness for those attributes.” She gave him sly smile and passion flared in his otherwise sated belly. Sighing, she looked away. “He was clever, too, a manipulative sub.” Her gaze returned to him. “You’ve heard of topping from the bottom?”
He pursed his lips. “Maybe.”
“In a true Dom/sub relationship, it’s the sub with the real power. You give to us control and trust. It’s a powerful position and a humbling experience for the Domme. Some subs, though, aren’t really giving the power up. They keep the control in a subtle way that a Domme should recognize and squash or break off the relationship. I thought I could spot that kind of thing. I was wrong.”
He heard the bitterness in her voice and anger, not just at the guy, but at herself, too. Again, the need to protect her, soothe her, reared up. “You did spot it,” he pointed out. “You’re not with the little bastard any more are you?”
She smiled wanly at him. “I guess that’s true. I did realize what was going on, although by the time I had, I had lost confidence in myself. The night we met, I was trying to ease back into the scene.”
Without thinking it through, Trey reached a hand over and clasped hers. “I’m very glad you did. You are a wonderful Mistress.”
She laughed. “How would you know?” she teased, lacing her fingers in with his.
They were simple things, this touching, this banter, all over a delicious meal. It told him there was more to them than simply sex. “I promise to be a good sub for you. I trust you completely.”
“Good,” she replied, raising his fingers to her lips and planting a quick kiss on them. “I can’t take another sub like Tom. I need a sub who submits to me completely.”
“I won’t let you down.” He said the words and meant them even though a small part of him worried he would. He couldn’t let that happen. She deserved nothing less than his total surrender.
“I’m going to put your vow to the test in the next couple of weeks,” she warned.
He quirked his lips up in response. “Bring it on.”
* * * * *
Juliette wrapped her lips around the head of Trey’s cock and tickled the underside with her tongue. He grunted his pleasure from around a ball gag. They both felt comfortable restraining his voice after a couple of week’s worth of playing together. The blowjob was a reward for all the pain he had taken that evening. His chest, back and buttocks were covered in red stripes from the crop she’d used. Tight clamps pinched his nipples, while a weight pulled his balls down taut. His cock was only newly freed from its restraint and she intended to make him come with her mouth alone. But only when she gave the command and she wasn’t going to for a while yet.
She felt fierce tonight. She had needed to work off the annoyance of the call she had received earlier. Damn Tom, anyway, for using a number she didn’t recognize. He had tried to call her a few times before after she dumped his manipulative ass, but she had ignored his calls when his number came up. She had been at work, happily biding her time before meeting up with Trey, when she answered her phone. The sound of her ex’s voice did conflicting things to her. Her body had grown excited in an instant reaction from happier times. Her brain, however, got mad. The bastard had no right to contact her. She had made that clear enough.
Yet, he had begged and pleaded for another chance, had told her how miserable he was without her, how sorry he was for being a bad sub. He had changed, he claimed. He promised to be her good and obedient boy if only she would let him bac
k into her life. It almost worked. They had a long history together and part of her not only had loved him, but loved him still, or at least loved the idea of the man she had thought him to be. It was hard to resist him, but thoughts of Trey had helped. More, she’d heard the undertone of his voice, that coaxing, weaseling way he had of getting her to do his bidding. That had done it. She’d shut him down fast. Still, it bothered her. It was easy for the self doubt to snake its way inside her and because of it, she had come into play loaded for bear. Only her great experience as a Domme had kept her temper in check.
Her new boy had paid for her old boy’s call nevertheless. His chest heaved with sharp breaths as she swallowed his cock deeper into her mouth and down her throat. Her fingers grasped his striped ass and dug in while she sucked and laved his climax out of him. His body tried to buck against her face, but the strap around his waist held him tight to the two sides of the wooden frame she had tied him to. She knew he couldn’t hold on any longer, and knowing the frenzy of desire she had built in him excited her even more. Her nipples were painful peaks pressing against her bustier and her exposed pussy ached to rub against her boy’s leg for relief.
When she felt his cock pulse with his release, she sucked hard and pulled his balls down farther with one hand. Trey yelled in pain, in pleasure, and semen burst inside Juliette’s mouth. She took it all, again a reward for his strength and obedience. The salty, warm cum slid down her throat, and it kicked her own need for climax up another notch. As soon as the last of her sub’s spasms subsided, she released his cock and stood up. She studied Trey’s face and saw utter contentment. His eyes were closed and he took great gulps of air through the gag.
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