An Expert in Domination

by Sindra van Yssel

  The condom smelled of vanilla, but she still braced herself for the unpleasant taste of spermicidal lubricant. Instead the condom tasted as it smelled, sweet and fragrant, with just a hint of latex underneath. She couldn’t take him all in, and she lifted her hand instinctively to help. She stopped herself just before she touched him and instead showed her hand to him and looked upward with an inquisitive glance.

  “Yes. See how deeply you can take me, and then put your hand there to be a guide.”

  Just because I’m a novice at bondage doesn’t mean I’m a novice at this. It was usually hard to convince a man to wear a condom for “just” a blowjob, and many times she’d shrugged and decided it was worth the risk. Colby, though, required no convincing. Which gave rise to its own concerns.

  “You’re not—you don’t have anything, do you?”

  “Anything?”

  “An STI.”

  “No. And I’m not accusing you either. This is just good practice for two people who don’t know each other and who haven’t seen each other’s test results. No more, no less. I’m clean, but you should disbelieve me at least enough to keep the condom on.”

  And I know you’ve been with other women. Probably lots of them. She nodded. “Thank you, Colby.” And he’d shown the consideration to come with a tasty one. Which meant that he’d intended to have her give him head all along.

  Well, I’ll just have to be the best ever, no matter how many he’s had. She bent down to work, taking him in deeply, then wrapping her fist around his cock. She licked along his shaft, teasing him, and then around the more sensitive tip. He seemed to get even bigger in her hand.

  People walked by. She’d had sex in public before, and she’d always been horribly embarrassed, but this was different. She imagined them wishing they were him, or her. He was magnificent, and even if just for the weekend, he was hers. Is that an unsubmissive thought? I’m supposed to be his, after all. Isn’t that the point? But she allowed herself that little bit of possessiveness, and smiled as she covered his cock again, until he tickled the back of her throat. His gentle grip on her scalp reminded her that she was here under his command, and serving his pleasure. “That’s it, girl,” he said, and his words made her glow. She remembered how he made her come with the vibrator. My turn.

  She squeezed the shaft with her hand and slid her mouth up and down it with energy. Could he see in her actions how she desired it, how she wanted him to come? Her breasts swung heavily as she rocked back and forth, and her nipples tingled. Her pussy felt like it must be dripping. She didn’t remember ever being so into someone else’s pleasure, even though she’d always thought she was a good sexual partner. Is being submissive doing this to me? It felt wonderful.

  “Good girl,” he said. “Keep it up, just like that. So good.”

  It spurred her on. He swelled in her mouth, and she knew he was close. For a moment she considered teasing, backing off, and taking it slow, just to demonstrate her power before his release. A small push on the back of her head ended that thought. This wasn’t about having power but giving it.

  She surrendered to him, sped up, and was rewarded by his warmth gushing forth. His cry pierced the evening air. Even through the condom she could feel the force and the heat. She peeked up at his face and saw him looking down at her. She held him in her mouth while he pulsed again and again.

  “You’re incredible,” he said.

  He sounded and looked sincere. “Happy to be able to give you pleasure, Colby,” she said with feeling as she leaned back. She still held his cock in her hand. It had been good, and it had made her incredibly horny. She wasn’t sure she whether she wanted a release or simply wanted to luxuriate in the feeling, and was glad not to be the one in charge of making the decision. If he thinks I’m incredible, with all his experience, I must be pretty good. Or maybe I had good inspiration.

  “You’ll make a lovely submissive yet,” he said. He sounded surprised, which pleased her. That little power, at least, she wanted to hold on to.

  She gripped the condom. “May I take it off, Colby?”

  “Yes.”

  She was aware of his gaze as she stripped it off him. He reached out his hand for it. “I see a trash can a little ways away,” he said. “I’ll dispose of it. You stay here kneeling for me.”

  “Yes, Colby.” She handed him the condom and settled back on her calves. She felt oddly peaceful. She ran around all day when she was home, and usually on the rare weekends off as well. And now she’d been told to just sit for a moment. Admittedly, it was stark naked and people were dancing behind her, but it was still just sitting.

  She turned her head to watch him. He walked to the trash can as if being naked in public was second nature to him. He dropped the condom into the bin without any embarrassment. She was a bit jealous of him in that moment. Single, no responsibilities. She loved her kids, but the freedom of it was seductive.

  He turned around. His cock was still mostly hard and swayed as he walked. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to keep her eyes on that or his tight, well-defined abs.

  “Stay,” he said as he went to their clothing. He picked up his pants and put them on.

  “Why are you getting dressed?”

  “Because I’m taking you to my room and my bed, where you are going to spend the night. It’s possible some of it will even be spent sleeping. And I don’t give a damn about modesty, but pockets—now those are useful.” He picked up her cell phone. “For one thing, we don’t want to lose this.”

  She smiled. “No. Although I could put it back in my bra.”

  “Oh, the rest of our clothes, I’m carrying. I like you naked.” He bent over and kissed her forehead. “A lot.”

  “Don’t forget your boots.”

  He nodded. “Spoken like a mom.” He went ahead and put on his boots.

  She stuck her tongue out at him. “You could go without.”

  He laughed. “Easier to wear than to carry.” He gathered the rest of the clothes and tucked them under one arm, then offered the other hand to her. “Let’s go.”

  She took his hand and got to her feet. He didn’t let it go but simply rotated his wrist and kept holding her hand as they walked back.

  “What are you going to do to me in your room, Colby?” she asked after a while.

  He grinned. “Show you all sorts of toys. Find out what you love. What you hate. And best of all, what you hate and love all at the same time.”

  She shivered.

  “I can’t show you everything about submission in a weekend. It takes longer than that to learn each other’s motions, desires, reactions. To learn to serve, and for a Master to learn a submissive woman’s triggers both good and bad. So we can only dip in the shallow end, and I can provide you a taste. Maybe it’s the beginning of a wonderful journey for you, and maybe it’s just an experience you’ll be glad you had once before you decide that it is not for you. But I feel that it’s the former, and I’m honored to be a part of it.”

  She nodded. She knew he wasn’t staying. This just made it more clear. “When you go back, can we keep in touch?”

  “Yes,” he said. “But I don’t do long-distance relationships.”

  She nodded. “Understood. I meant for advice, if I need it.”

  “Then of course.”

  She didn’t see any chance he’d need hers. He seemed to have it all together, perfectly in his element. She had seen the leathers he wore and thought that he needed them as a shield or to project some sort of confidence that he lacked. How wrong I was. Figures I find a man I like and he lives three thousand miles away.

  Then again, maybe that’s why I can let myself like him. He’s unavailable.

  “You’re quiet, my little hedonist. What are you thinking?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t have words to share my thoughts with.”

  She thought he would press, but he just nodded. “When you find them, please do. The more I know, the better I can be for you.” They had arrived at the h
ouse. She was nervous about walking into the dungeon naked.

  He opened the door and then put his arm around her waist possessively. It felt good. It’s all the clothes I need right now. In fact, it’s better, because everyone in there knows he’s with me. Or I’m with him. Whatever.

  She looked across the room to see a woman kneeling in front of an X-frame. Was she too reserving the equipment for her dominant? She looked patient and content, not nearly as nervous as Sophia had been. The woman was naked except for a collar around her neck. Perhaps that collar is something like Colby’s arm around me.

  As they made their way across the room, she noticed people looking their way. At first, she thought a few were staring at her, but then she realized the people looking the longest were women, and they were staring at Colby, not her. She had forgotten about his celebrity status for a moment. And with all the flesh on display, a little nudity was cause for a lingering glance, but not rapt attention. That was one of the things she liked about some of the burns she’d been to. She didn’t ever want to be the only naked person, but as long as she had company, it wasn’t so bad.

  Although maybe, with his arm around me, it wouldn’t matter.

  She hoped to get to his room speedily, and from appearances, Colby shared her desire. But it was not to be. People kept coming up to them to tell Colby how helpful his demo was, and every time it happened, she could feel Colby’s arm tense. But he was polite, stopping to thank the person for their compliments. She suspected it was not mere modesty that had him pointing out that a man named Bruce knew even more about rope than he did, but an attempt to deflect attention and redirect the seekers elsewhere.

  “But could you show me how to do the Somerville Bowline again?” asked a tall lanky man with glasses when they were just five yards from the door to the hallway. He wore jeans and a T-shirt. His Latina female friend, dressed in a leather skirt and a white mesh shirt over a black bra, lurked a few feet away, not quite part of the conversation, as if she didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or not.

  The man held out a length of rope.

  “Just once,” Colby said. “And I’ll use my own rope.” He let Sophia go for a moment and walked over to his bag, which was not far away.

  Sophia felt as awkward as the other woman looked. But she smiled at the girl anyway. Even though she was impatient, she understood that Colby didn’t want to be rude. The girl stepped forward.

  “Hi. I’m Sophia.”

  “Greg.” Greg kept his eyes fixed at a level, as if he was making an effort to avoid looking at her body.

  “Alice. Good to meet you.” Alice seemed more at ease, and the two women shook hands.

  “Maybe it would be a good idea to practice?” Sophia suggested.

  “Is that okay?” Greg asked Alice.

  “Oh, yes.” Alice sounded relieved.

  Colby returned with not one but two lengths of purple rope. “Watch carefully. Sophia, wrist please.”

  He said it without even really looking at her. He was so used to being in command that a part of her wanted to take him down a peg. Another part of her was turned on by it. She put her wrist out and realized she was looking forward to the feeling of rope again. He tied her wrist, and, despite their conversation, Greg just watched, holding the rope in his hand with tentative unease.

  “Got it?” Colby asked Greg.

  “I think so.”

  “This time, follow along with your partner.”

  Colby tied her other wrist with the second piece of rope, and Greg and Alice followed along. “You’ve got it,” Colby said. “Now right now, before you do anything else, do it again and again, until you’ve got it down. Ten times at least. Wrists, ankles, thighs, even her torso. Any cylindrical part of the body can be tied using this tie, and if you practice, you’ll get it down.”

  “And,” said Alice, “it might be fun.”

  Colby grinned. “That too. Was fun for me.” He picked up the loose lines leading from each wrist. “Now then, Sophia, come with me. As if you have a choice.”

  Tugging on the rope, he led her to his room, walking with such purpose there were no more interruptions.

  “I should have tied you up earlier,” he said. He unlocked his door, opened it, and pulled her inside.

  Chapter Five

  Colby kicked the door closed. “Now then, Sophia,” he said. His eyes shone with passion and hunger. He looked dangerous.

  With a single motion, he took the ropes over her head and behind her back, and pulled them together so her wrists were held firmly out of the way. Then he advanced on her until her back was against the wall. He brushed his lips against hers. She opened her mouth to yield to his kiss, but he was only teasing.

  She knew he could overpower her easily. She hadn’t expected him to actually do it, because he’d always used persuasion instead. It took her breath away, and she wondered if she should object or just yield. She wanted to know what he would do. As long as he kept her safe, she would be happy for him to do almost anything.

  “Remember your safe word, my little hedonist?”

  It took her a moment. “It’s thunderstorm.”

  “Good.”

  He put a hand on her belly and slid it upward. She expected him to play with her breasts, but instead he went between them until he got to her neck. He pushed so that the back of her head was against the wall as well. She could feel his breathing against her face, he was so close. He pushed a little more, and she fought down a moment of panic. Then she calmed herself. He wasn’t going to strangle her in his room, when so many people knew he’d taken her there. He’d just reminded her of her safe word. And she could still breathe; it was just a little more difficult. She opened her mouth in case she had to use it, but he kept the pressure firm without choking her.

  This shouldn’t be turning me on. But it is.

  “I will keep you safe,” he told her.

  He kissed her, which made it even harder to breathe. He deepened the kiss, covering her mouth with his own as his tongue plunged into her. Her nipples tightened against his chest as she tried to get enough air through her nose. She felt herself getting light-headed, but she had no desire to do anything but yield in his arms. His grip was so steady, she felt secure. This much pressure, exactly as I want it, and no more, it seemed to say. He was totally in control.

  His thigh pressed between her legs, and she bent her knees to grind against it. I’m getting enough oxygen. Even if it’s only just barely. The leather felt cool and a little rough against her pussy. He rocked his leg, adding to the friction.

  He let go of her wrists but not her throat. She wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight. He locked his gaze on hers and withdrew his leg. She groaned in frustration.

  Then he plunged his fingers inside her pussy. His thumb brushed her clit. His fingers curled expertly to find her G-spot. Somehow she found herself pressing her throat against his hand, wanting more. And then all the tension that had built up suddenly let go as she shuddered. She didn’t have the breath to scream, but it didn’t stop her from moaning as she came.

  “Beautiful,” he said. “The first of many.”

  “More? Now?” she asked.

  “Not quite.” He waited until the spasms subsided, and then he withdrew his hands from both her pussy and her throat. He grabbed the rope from each wrist in one hand and forced her across the room. It was a simple room, with a bed and a desk and a metal frame with a suitcase on top of it.

  He pushed her onto the bed, and in moments had tied her wrists to two corners of it. She was too busy catching her breath to resist, but she wouldn’t have wanted to anyway. He grinned at her. “Time to play with your nipples,” he said. He wasn’t asking, but maybe he was giving her an opportunity to object.

  If I was in my right mind, I’d say no. He plays rough, and they’re sensitive. “Yes, Colby. Please.” He’ll make it pleasurable somehow, like he did before. And I want to see how much I can take for him.

  “Good answer.” He straddled
her on the bed, rendering the fact that her legs were free irrelevant. Through the leather she could feel his hard cock against her pubic bone. He reached out to stroke her nipples gently. His right hand was slippery with her juices, and the left was dry and rough. She wasn’t fooled by his tenderness. He wouldn’t have warned her if he didn’t intend something sadistic.

  Gradually, he increased the intensity, pinching firmly. The aching in her pussy increased, making her want the release of coming again. She was aware of his gaze on her as she tried to take it stoically and failed. She thought he might let up when he saw her expression of pain, but he smiled. And somehow that smile made it better, freeing her to feel everything without worrying. His smile let her express her pain without thinking it would put her in control.

  He lightly touched her vulva. She yearned for him to penetrate her or rub her clit, but instead he touched her with soft, gentle strokes that heightened the tension without granting her release. Like the pinching of her nipples, his touch walked the line between pain and pleasure.

  He stretched forward, reaching to the suitcase behind the bed, and pulled out a chain with two clamps at each end.

  Uh-oh.

  “Because you want my hands free for other things,” he told her with a devilish smile.

  “It’s a service, really. Looking out after my well-being,” she said sarcastically.

  “Exactly! Such a smart girl.”

  He closed one clamp around her left nipple, and it sent a shudder all the way through her body. Then he clamped the other. Even though the clamps had rubber tips, they felt more like teeth biting into her nipple than like fingers.

  “Please make me come,” she said. “Please.” Maybe wearing the clamps would earn her another orgasm.

  “Soon. When I choose.”

  He slapped her breast. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to send the chain wobbling and refresh the pain the clamps caused. He watched her closely as he did it again on the other side. He traced the lips of her pussy, and at last paid some attention to her clit. But not enough. She wasn’t sure if it was his touch, his slaps, or the combination of both that were making her hornier and hornier, but she was desperate for release.