by Jo Raven
“But … I am not his … and won’t ever be. Why’d you ask me out then? You knew he and I were BDSMing.”
“I assumed you were just his dancer but with extra perks. I thought he was having an off day, but really, it’s as clear as day to me now that he’s been arrested and enchained … by you.”
“No, you’re wrong. He doesn’t want me.”
He shook his head and clicked his tongue, as he looked down at his balled-up hands. “Aaah, maybe you’re right, sweetie. If I were interested in claiming you, I’d never send you off into the night with another Dom as sexy as me.”
I snickered but slapped my nose when I realized he could take that as an insult.
“What, you don’t think I’m sexy?” He glared with a gleam of mockery in his eye. “Daddy Doms aren’t your thing?”
“No, of course I think you’re sexy. And I have no preference for or against Daddy Doms.” His warm brown eyes drew me in. “I’m curious, um, does age play turn you on?”
“Not particularly. I don’t need a ‘little girl’ specifically, I just like having a sub who wants to be pampered as much as she needs to be spanked, guided, and set right.”
My lungs labored as I suddenly remembered the note I left for Jason. Ohmygod. What if he found it? I need to get that note! The buzz in my core told me scening that way would be a very, very bad thing. “I don’t really understand how it’s different than just regular submission.”
“A babygirl craves more authority in her life, care, guidance, challenging, perhaps discipline and correction. She may like the structure or rules, the feeling of vulnerability she has when someone takes control of the aspects of her life she’s willing to yield. She may crave nods to enjoy herself or to be sexy or selfless. Like, consider a single mom who always puts her kids first and never takes time for herself. A Daddy Dom tells her it’s okay to relax, to be the one who’s taken care of for a change. If she’s mine, I like to show a woman she’s sexy and special and that I’m the one in charge, no matter how many sides to her there are. It doesn’t matter to me if she’s all womanly or likes to color or strip out of leather right before she gives me head on command. I only care that she’s willing to surrender to me to get all the good things I can provide.”
Crap! Ohmygod! That’s what I told Jason I wanted! Maybe it’ll be okay. Maybe this date will piss him off so much he wouldn’t dare take my stupid scribble seriously. Please, please don’t. Why’d I write that? That?! My squeezing walls cried out for Jason’s thrusting fingers.
“Do you want him?”
I was looking off to the side and his question ripped me back. “Mmm, what?”
“Jason. Do you want him? To be your Dom?”
Tears fell and my lip trembled. I could no longer deny it. “Uckkk, yes.” I grabbed my bobbing knees with shaky hands. “Stupidly. More than anything.”
He clutched my fingers, reassuring me it would be okay.
No, it wouldn’t be. Jason didn’t want me, not as his anyway. He just wanted to play with my goods for a while, spank my tush, and use my flexibility in his video.
When Jeff returned me to face my dooming desires alone, Jason was reclined on the couch, watching TV, but I stormed past him and shut myself up in the guestroom with a slam. Shaking severely, I planted my back to the door. I didn’t want to hear it, his damn yelling, or to see his sexy body up close because it made me swoon, and I wanted to have some resolve to maintain distance from a man I can never have, a man who’ll never want me in actuality. He’s said it half a dozen times. My huff of annoyance morphed into a groan when he knocked on the door.
“You all right? He didn’t hurt you, did he? I’ll rip out his goddamn throat.”
“No, of course not. He didn’t touch me at all. And it’s all your fault. He flashed his bro-before-hos card when I mentioned we were kinda intimate. I just don’t think I’m gonna find anyone who’s right for me. Jeff’s great, he’s so sweet. I’m the screwed-up one.”
He pushed in behind me and arched over me, his arm over my head. Our combined pressure closed the door with a hard clack. I was so alert to his thumb sweeping across my bottom lip and his body was pressed against mine. His warm breath made my skin sizzle. “You’re not screwed-up. You’re still sorting out what you want.”
“No, I know what I want.” I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his jeans, slid them to the center and undid the button. “You. To dominate me. Now.” My breath whirl winded and I licked my lip as I watched lust catch flame in his eyes. I was so ready to go. If this guy wanted to be my Daddy, or whip-cracker even, I was terrified but also exhilarated to see where he’d take me. I wanted to play with Jason for as long as I held the top spot. I hoped to change his mind entirely and to be the only one with a spot.
His stare demanded my servitude, my all, and I wanted to give it to him more than anything. Wind raced out of his nostrils. “Bad girl.” He seized my wrists, pinning them on wood overhead in a one-handed grip. “Subs don’t call the shots. I call the shots. You invited me to play with your teasing, little note, and I’d like to cash in. Now, it’s my turn. You don’t tell me how it’s gonna be, make the moves, get bratty or resistant, or even speak at all unless I ask a question or you need to safeword. Got it?”
I nodded and a rush flowed down from my head and flooded my being with the warmth and coziness of hot chocolate. I felt like I’d just come inside from a lifelong cold blast, and finally, finally found my comfort, my relief, my home, with his rules. I don’t know if it’s because I put pressure on myself to be perfectly good or if I really am some pathetic prude who can only budge so far without demands, but with him taking full control, it strips my moral struggle away, ball-gags the angel on my shoulder, and gives my little devil a free pass to know the depths of surrender and sexual fulfillment.
“That notepad I left you is for you to jot down your thoughts. Whatever Dom you end up with is gonna have his own desires about what he expects from you and how he wants to dominate you, and they’ll differ from mine. You’ll need to have some idea of what you crave and why, what works and what doesn’t, so write down your honest thoughts. For our scene tonight, I don’t want you to call me Master or Daddy or Sir. I’m just Jason. I don’t want any damn term or preconceived notion getting in the way of our bliss as I show you the beauty of dependency. Besides, my name, that I long and expect to hear, loud and clear, is the sexiest thing you can scream when I make you come. And I might. If you’re a good, good girl.” He tucked his thumb into my mouth. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me, Shayna? I don’t want to have to stop our scene short to punish you instead.”
Tingling and shaking in my jeans, I nodded. I was so tempted to suck on his dominant offering, but I didn’t want to make any moves, sexy or not, without his say-so.
Jason slowly dragged his thumb out and caressed my lips with the wet pad of it.
I was mesmerized, waiting for the word, a command, or a rough grab on my hair, throat, pussy. He went for that last one, swiftly clutching me over my jeans. His pounce snatched my breath and made me jolt on his fingers that curled into my wanting flesh like talons. He mashed the heel of his palm into my clit as he hungrily grabbed at my mouth-starved flesh. I was gasping and quivering. When he tugged me closer, mashing my boobs against his pecs, my senses fuzzed like the delirium you can get from too much sun. At all his squeezing, my little tremors built up to an explosive shudder that totally wracked me and left me winded. My jaw dropped open, and I came viciously with a cry of ultimate satisfaction. My legs and spine turned to porridge.
“Naughty girl. You just swore you’d behave, like a minute ago.” He snatched my arms before I collapsed. “What infraction did you just commit?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I don’t know what you mean.”
“You forgot to shout my name. Did I not clearly say something about a scream?”
“Yes, yes, you did. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry what?”
“Sorry, Jason.”
In a deeper octave, he softly said, “Arms up,” but there was no less command in it than a shout. Tenderness and dark desire had fused together and hit my gut like a fireball.
I obeyed and stuck them straight up over my head.
I watched him as he circled me like a shark, his hand running along my ribcage like pickets on a fence. His grazing fingers raised up goose bumps. When he stood behind me again, his hot breath feather-dusted my neck as he rolled up the hem of my shirt in his fists an inch at a time. He lifted it over my breasts and arms with a tickling rise. My hair swept up then swooped down and brushed against my nearly naked skin. He smoothed out any disarray before placing scratching digits at my spine to unclasp my bra.
His silence and delicate moves had me wobbling. I was in big trouble. Whatever he was planning to do to me would ensure I never ever forget to shout his name again when he gave me the gift of orgasm. He was gonna make damn sure I gave him that ear candy. He tossed my bra to the floor, raked my back, and flitted down. His touch traced my waist to the front and he tucked thumbs into my jeans on either side of the button. “Were you a good girl, Shayna?”
The chills spiraling through me picked up sparks. I puckered my lips and let out a slow breath. My pulse ricocheted. I licked my lip. “No, naughty. I forgot to say your name.”
“That’s right. Such a small task, a tiny treasure you know I craved, and you failed to follow through and give it to me.” He tsked me. “Shame on you.” Flaming moths flitted all over me when he ordered, “Take off your jeans.”
Ohmygod. My own melted wax, sticky and slick, soaked the crotch of my panties when I placed my hands over his, as they still flanking the button. Just as I freed the button and unzipped, his hands dove into the tight confines, slipping behind lace, making me cry out in surprise. I pushed the jeans off my hips and butt, and they drooped to heap at my ankles. His fingers were expertly busy, sliding into my wet folds, inspecting every tiny flap of pink as if it were a delicate rose petal. I leaned my head against his pecs for support. My breaths mixed with moans that I shut up behind my tightly clamped jaws. I could feel him growing hard against my back. I closed my eyes as he drove his middle finger up inside me and further juicified me. He launched me to heaven with his hot dives. Still sensitive from the climax I just had, it didn’t take him long to bring me right to the edge again, and it took all my strength not to bowl over.
He jerked his hand out of my underwear and spun me around. Drenched fingers met my lips, all scented like sugar and spice. Ironic they say that that’s what girls are made of. “Be sure to suck off every drop. It’s an aphrodisiac, a drug that calls me to spear your pussy. If you fail, I’ll have to stick a chastity belt on you to keep this fucking cock out of it. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” My arousal now spiked, I wrapped my mouth around his fingers and sucked them like melting popsicles. “Mmm.”
But he grimaced. Cleaning him off like that clearly wasn’t making it any easier for him to keep me pure. I switched my mode and tried to be blander with the task, but he let me feel how restraining his pants were.
I shrilled in surprise when he suddenly lifted me up in a rush and slammed me down onto the mattress, his hands quickly pinning my shoulders. Tears pricked my eyes. I wanted him badly but I didn’t.
“Don’t move. Don’t you dare move, Shayna.” He tugged my panties down to my knees, took his hands off me, and undid his belt and pants, freeing his hard-on.
I gawked and shook my head.
“It’ll be okay.” He seized my hips, jerking my butt to the edge of the mattress and pushed my legs all the way back. “I want pleasure for my cock, Sunshine, and I will get it. I want your worship. Give me your hands.”
When I stuck my wrists out, he removed lube from the bedside table and slicked up my palms. I waited for his go-ahead nod to wrap around him. I squeezed, and he bent to kiss me, claiming my mouth, and thrust his cock through my tight clutch. I got tighter, and he groaned his approval in my mouth. As he sawed his cock again and again into the tunnel of my curled fists, I wished more than anything that he were instead with a woman who was worthy of his adoration and play, someone he could actually screw for real, instead of having to curb his arousal and settle for this dumb shit. I started crying. He stopped, got off me, and slid my panties back in place.
A concerned gaze said he thought he crossed a line with even that. It wasn’t fair of me to continually ask him to stifle his wild side. He deserved someone better and freer, someone who could entirely be his slut, unlike marriage-only me. “It’s okay. Forget that. We’re not even scening yet, but you can safeword, anytime you’re uncomfortable.”
“I don’t wanna safeword. I wasn’t uncomfortable. I just hate being a disappointment, such a drab sub for you on your vacation.”
“You’re not. Shh. I don’t even nad-slap the subs I play with. You’re just so sexy, it drives me crazy, and the fact that I can’t have you when you’re so juicy for specifically me drives me even crazier.” He pulled me up, a clasp on my arm, grabbed my head and gruffly said in my ear, “It’s fine. I promise. Now, wipe your silly doll tears and go get a chair from the dining room. Your bad girl is still gonna get it good so she remembers to mind her manners. Are you still in?”
“Yes, Jason. I’m in.” I stepped through the doorway but turned back, slapping the doorjamb.
“Yes? What is it?”
“You haven’t been properly worshiped. Can I lavish your rock candy goodness with the wet heat of my mouth when I get back?”
“Errr, you are one brutal tease. You said you wanted to stop oral because it’s so intimate.”
“It is intimate. But so is any worship. I want to give you the most that I can give. That handjob was junk for your hot stuff. I wasn’t into that. You deserve better. It deserves better.”
“Damn, you are wrecking me, Sunshine. I love that you think like that. It thrills my cock that you want to give it your all. But we’ll do that blowjob on my time line, on my call. Right now, I want you to get that chair.”
“Thank you, Jason ... for the honor.” I bowed like a Geisha. Ohmygod!!! What the hell! What a dingbat! I am seriously like the lamest woman alive. I freaking bowed! I could actually feel the red taking over my face. As I spun with a gawk of horror to do his bidding, I caught his sly grin. God, he must think I’m the most ridiculous sub he’s ever seen, the worst in over two hundred. It’s not even a sexy bow. I could show him a real sexy bow of freakish contortion.
Still warm in the face from my idiocy when I returned with the chair, I froze, spotting the mean-looking implements on the bed.
“Place it beside the bed please.”
“Thank you, Jason.” I set it down and brushed tingly palms on my wobbly legs.
He sat in it and tugged me over his lap.
I nestled down, took a deep breath. I loved being over his muscular thighs. Loved it. It was so intimate and almost shaming to a weirdly delectable degree. I couldn’t wait for him to deliver peppery pink to my bottom. Hopefully those monsters on the bed wouldn’t bruise.
“Why are you here again?”
“I forgot to scream your name when you so graciously let me come.” I trembled as fingers traced the trim of my panties.
“Yeah, that’s right. You forgot.”
I closed my eyes when he pinched fabric over my crack and slowly tugged. He left lace at my knees and finger-dotted his way back up my waiting flesh. I quaked and my teeth chattered as he made me wait and wait. He raked my curves with his nails. “Little butt slut. I know how much you enjoy pink getting spread all over your munchable mounds.” He snatched my calves, bending them at the knee so he could rid my underwear completely. After sailed over my head in a ball, he let my legs go.
Digging my toes into the floor, I waited, breathlessly, for his hand to crash down.
Jason began smacking my ass. It had me grinding involuntarily against his hard-on, and he mashed his suckable stiffness against my clit, which practically left me pa
nting. “And that’s the problem. You enjoy it.” But, he stopped. No, don’t. He rubbed me. “Nope, sorry. We’re not really going there. A mere spanking, sweetie pie, would be too delicious for you. You’re here to remember something vital, not to get your jollies off. You’re going to fucking remember to scream my name, anytime I make or let you come. Understand?”
“Yes, Jason.”
“Anytime you’re writhing and moaning in ecstasy by my effort, unless you are gagged, it had better damn cross your lips in gratitude. You hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He tugged my arms behind me and tied them at the base of my spine with a scarf. Then, taking advantage of my flexibility, he spread my legs and wrapped another scarf each thigh and tied the ends to my wrists to hold me in a wide straddle. He shifted his thigh under my wet slit to brace me.
He smacked my exposed vulva for a few seconds, then slowly slid up and set the tip of his index finger on my anus. He stayed there like that, right, right there. He finally tucked it in up to one knuckle. He pumped and twisted. My face got hot with shame when he started driving in deeper. I gasped and shuddered. Being in this intimate, exposing position made it much worse than when he roughed me up in the cellar. When I was fully breached from his swirls and pumping dives, he added lube and easily slid his finger into me with a faster slam. I whimpered at his invasion. But, it started to feel good, especially when he slid his middle finger into my vagina and attacked both holes simultaneously.
After a few minutes of this awkward but glorious assault, he pulled out and corked my ass with some thin tapered rod with a nub on the end. He left it in and sent a couple slaps to my exposed cheeks and pussy. That made me clench around it and appreciate the feeling of fullness.
With his hand pressing down on my shoulder and no free hands to brace myself, I was immobile in this weird bondage over his lap as he slid a slim vibrator into my slit and pounded me relentlessly. I sobbed that I loved having my holes used and abused in this way. I should hate this because it was uncomfortable and totally humiliating, but it was making me drip and moan. I caught myself rocking against him. Stop, slut! Just as my walls started to convulse in orgasm, he ripped the vibrator out and glued it to my clit with a cram, which soon became unbearable. “Uh, uh, Jason. Oh god!”