Fantasy Encounter with a Dom

by Ayers, Suzy

  “Sir, I cannot interrupt your evening.” Keira turned, but he held her arm firm. She looked at the hand that held her there.

  “Isn’t she beautiful?” His voice had changed in demeanor, sultry.

  “Yes, sir.” Keira admired her. Wished she had things like that. I am going to buy something like that. She promised herself. Keira watched her move to the bed and display herself like the exquisite beauty she was. The soft pillows that were her breasts threatened to spill out of the top. And then Keira noticed her feet, such tiny feet.

  “Do you want to shower?” Jarred was pulling her dress up.

  “What?” She looked back and forth nervously. “Sir, I…”

  “Go shower.” He said with more force. And in her strapless bra doused in sweat and her panties also wet from sweat and arousal she obeyed.

  Am I supposed to use her shampoo and stuff? This is weird. She began to hum and than sing like she normally did in the shower. She began to feel better, despite the heat of the water searing against her ass. She stepped out and wrapped a towel around. She hadn’t thought it through. What would she wear now? Her clothes stunk. She used Carrie’s brush and a clip from the bathroom, water dribbled down her shoulder and arm. Her eyes shown back at her through the mirror in the darkest blue. She exited with the towel on, which elicited a coy smile from Carrie. Keira flushed a little.

  “Feeling better?” Jarred asked.

  “Yes, sir.” She looked at him, as he moved to the edge of the bed in front of her.

  His hands possessively ripped the towel off and inhaled her skin. Just that, being inhaled, wanted like an intoxicating scent had sent her reeling and she closed her eyes. Her body tensed though because she knew Tim wouldn’t be pleased. Her body betrayed what she wanted, to be faithful. Her pussy began to moisten and he had yet to do a thing.

  “You smell delicious.” He looked up at her now open eyes. She had a feeling he didn’t mean the body wash.

  “Sir.” She spoke so quietly it barely registered in her own ears. Her heart began to flutter like it was being squeezed in a vice, unable to work at full capacity. Her knees trembled, as his hand followed her curves from her waist, over her hips and down her legs, which moved his face precariously closer to her crotch. She clenched her hands into fists and to remind her of her ring; she began to spin it with her thumb.

  “Have a seat on the bed next to Carrie here.” He patted the bed.

  Jarred began to rub the knots from her shoulder, and she moaned. She heard him chuckle, as her head rolled around, eyes closed. “You are a bit tense.” She just continued to moan and enjoy the massage. It had been quite awhile since she had felt something like that.

  “Feels so good.” She crooned.

  “Damn she is sex starved if that feels good.” Carrie piped up.

  Keira opened her eyes, realized where she was, that she was naked. “Sir I-” She went to protest.

  “Carrie, I just had her all relaxed.” He shook her body back and forth, rigid again. “Lay down.” He seemed to be toying with her.

  Keira obeyed but her breath began to increase. Carrie lay beside her on her side. What the fuck am I doing? Jarred’s hand slid across her thigh and she sucked in air and closed her eyes. I can’t say my safe word. Shit what was it? White Tiger…that’s right. But he’s not hurting me. Keira tell him.

  She finally managed the courage. “Sir I can’t, after what happened tonight.”

  “Can’t what?” He seemed amused.

  She flushed a perfect shade of crimson.

  Which elicited another laugh. “She’s all red now.” He laughed.

  Keira got up and went to enter the bathroom. “Please forgive me. I can’t hurt Tim anymore.”

  “Keira, come here.” He stopped her in her tracks. Her hands held the frame of the door on either side. “I’m not going to have sex with you, tonight.”

  She spun around. Like I would allow that; like Tim would. She crossed her arms over her breasts. He pointed to the bed with a strong expression that said it wasn’t a request. She went back to the bed on her knees; knelt there. Then she laid her breasts down on her knees in a prone position; wrapped her arms as she thought about the song that still sung in her head from the shower, Birdy’s Shelter. She closed her eyes and some of the lyrics escaped, she whispered them to herself.

  A warm hand ran along her spine and as the massage continued her shoulders released again. “Lay out on your back.” His hot breath tickled at her ear through her hair. “I want you to show me your kegel exercise things you told me about.”

  She contorted her face into a question, but she lifted her knees. “You’ll have to,” She bit her lip. “Feel it.”

  “Will you let me?” He asked.

  It was the first time he’d asked consent to touch her. The oddity in it seemed surreal. She nodded and took his hand, flipped it over and held it just outside her lips. She watched his face and then closed her eyes as he pressed inside her already wet cunt. She let out a little sigh. She bore down on the muscles, the ones on the bottom, then the abdominals, engaged them all, until her core was firm. His other hand pressed on her belly.

  “Shit, Carrie. Feel this.” Keira opened her eyes to see Carrie lean over and press on her belly.

  “Can I feel? Inside I mean?” She asked.

  Keira nodded. Hell, the Physical Therapist was a woman and women delivered her two kids. Jarred tried to pull out and Keira smiled coyly and then released with a shuddering breath. Then Carrie came over, it was then that Keira noticed the leather straps on her wrists. Carrie slid her fingers inside, Keira gasped; she hadn’t counted on Carrie’s nails. But she bore down on her just the same.

  “Wholly! I need to learn this.”

  “Yes you do little one.” Jarred agreed caressing Carrie’s hair and back lovingly.

  Keira released Carrie from the prison walls of her vagina and smiled. “It just takes repetitions and practice.”

  “Carrie.” He nodded his head up toward Keira.

  “Ever been with a woman?” Carrie asked.

  “No. No.” She said again and scooted back, but Carrie caught her thighs.

  “I’ll be gentle, Keira.” She licked her lips.

  Keira looks to Jarred who looked downright devious. He wanted this, it turned him on. Shit. Tim wouldn’t be too upset about this. Maybe that he missed it. “Carrie I’m not sure…” Her voice quivered as Carrie’s finger slid across her slick folds.

  “Then you to her. I want to hear Carrie enjoy it.”

  “But I just told you-” She was interrupted by a finger that slid inside her. And Carrie’s tongue made her jump. Keira instinctively grabbed her hair. “Sir, please.” She pleaded.

  “Please what?” He asked with a self-satisfied voice.

  Her breathing increased, as Carrie ignored the conversation and continued to pleasure Keira, slipping two of her fingers in and out, as her and pussy dripped. Her other hand came around and circled her clit and pressed her apex open; her tongue slid up her slickened folds and then up to her clit where she sucked on her.

  Keira let out a loud moan and her head tilted back, her other hand came up to Carrie’s head. “Oh god.” She yelled out.

  “Yes, I think I want to see you do it to Carrie. Carrie stop.” He commanded.

  Keira was breathing so fast and clenched her eyes shut, as the flush crept across her skin. Carrie sat up and Jarred uncurled Keira’s fingers from Carrie’s hair. Keira rolled over; an aching burn from her ass was now replaced between her thighs as need. The need and want helped to control her fear; she had no idea what to do.

  “Jarred just because I have a pussy, doesn’t mean I know what the hell to do.” Keira spoke way out of line, but both Carrie and Jarred laughed anyway.

  Jarred locked Carrie’s wrists to the headboard with chains. “Begin.” He commanded.

  Carrie smiled at Keira, her nerves began to wrangle to the surface now. She began with her underwear and slid that off. “Go slow.” Carrie said s
oftly. “He wants to watch.”

  Keira tried to think back about what he liked, what she thought he liked from their not-so-private chats on Twitter-Carrie’s and Jarred’s that is. Keira began with her foot, her tiny foot. She began to massage and nibble up her toes, then her arch, the ankle and then her knee. She looked at Jarred who was smiling. She unfastened one of the garters and pulled the stocking down while raking her long nails against Carrie’s skin. Keira was amazed that she made Carrie’s breath hitch with that. Keira slid both her hands up Carrie’s other leg, which elicited more moans. Carrie, in turn teased Keira’s pussy with her stocking-clad foot. Keira clenched her teeth and ripped that stocking off a little more forcefully; she even felt her nail dig into her skin. She was about to apologize, when she realized she didn’t need to. Keira took a deep breath and moved closer. She could smell the sweet scent of arousal, her want, fragrant and strong. She licked her inner thigh and nipped at her skin with her teeth. Her hand on her other thigh slid up and felt her wetness had seeped down her leg. She pressed one finger inside, then two, she pulled her face up and watched Carrie’s determined one. Then three fingers before she moved her fingers in unison in and out. The moans made Keira’s sex clench in need.

  Jarred pulled her hand away. “Lick her.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Keira nodded and shifted. She used both hands to press her cunt open to reveal all her labial folds. Tentatively she leaned down and her lightest pressure of her tongue had Carrie screaming.

  “Please.” Carrie yanked on the wrist cuffs.

  Keira smiled a devilish smile, she liked that Carrie was at her mercy suddenly, and continued to tease her. Her skin was so soft against her own, and her scent so different. Not only the scent of her arousal, but her skin. She licked along the crease beside her groin, which taunted her more. Keira’s fingers trailed up her pink slickened folds to her clit and pressed down on either side with her index and forefinger. Her motions elicited moans and Keira braved up and pressed her lips to Carrie’s wet cunt.

  “Yessss.” Carrie hissed out.

  Jarred groaned and his weight jilted her on the bed. His hand traced down Keira’s head and tugged on her hair; it broke her from Carrie. “Very good.”

  “Sir.” Keira looked at him. She was unsure what she was supposed to do. Watch?

  He placed clothes pins on Carrie’s already erect nipples and she did a half sigh-moan. Then he placed a collar around her neck; locked it in place. He unstrapped the leather restraints from her wrist and she turned over only to be restrained again. He pulled out an implement Keira was unfamiliar with. It looked like a flogger, but more fierce, since all the leather pieces were entangled together into braids. Next he pulled out the leather covered paddle.

  Keira moved away, to the bottom corner of the bed, as Jarred stood beside Carrie. A knot formed inside her belly, it was like she was watching a video, up close and personal. A little too personal.

  He reached around and pinched on one of the pins and Carrie cried out.

  “Sir-I.” Keira edged away.

  He turned to her and his eyes glazed over in an enraptured look. “Line up beside her.”

  Keira nodded and kneeled on all fours beside Carrie. Unsure what to expect. She saw him out of the corner of her eye, he stood beside her now. His hand rolled softly across her hip to her already sore buttocks, massaged it, forcefully. A moan escaped her lips as he hedged closer toward her inner thigh; he sat behind her and worked on the other side. Drops of Keira’s arousal fell against his satiny sheets between her legs. His thumbs pressed at the creases along the bottom of her cheeks. Damn I need more. Her body warmed and her pussy tingled in anticipation and in need. She dipped her head with every motion that sent her further. Then he abruptly left. She groaned a whimper out.

  Next, was Carrie’s turn, though her stimulation was far shorter lived and then-crack! Keira’s eye’s whipped over to see what it was. The paddle. Shit! Carrie’s tongue rolled over her lips, twisted into a smile of sorts. He smacked her ass again and again until it burned red. Then he came around to Keira. She knew what this felt like already.

  “Hold the headboard.” He commanded.

  Keira reluctantly did, her fingers curled over the black painted wood. She stared at the cream colored wall, the first- Smack! It astonished her. “Ahh.” His hand rubbed it out and then he did it again on the other cheek. As it continued she began to feel her body crave the next one, the blood pulsed in her sex and she presented her ass for another swat.

  “Hmm.” She heard him growl. He returned to Carrie, abandoned her at the height again.

  Her heart fluttered nervous and excited about what was next. This time he stood on the end of the king sized bed and the swish went through the air before it grazed Carrie’s back. She did cry out with this new torturous tool, and her body seized, as welts formed.

  He sliced through the air with another motion, it was animalistic and it made Keira hungry for it. She watched the long fluid motions and saliva pooled in her mouth, as every muscle on his chest moved in a ripple; his face was intense and erotically charged. Keira wanted to pounce on him. She licked her lips.

  “You want to try this? It’s called a Cat ‘o nine.” He asked. His eyes didn’t soften, only his voice.

  She started to nod; as she thought and then she nodded quickly. She reassumed her position. The swish through the air warned her and than she cried out and tears rippled across her cheeks.

  His hand came right after and her body trembled. His other hand on Carrie’s red and swollen back. He unbuckled his pants as he kneeled behind Carrie. His lips kissed across her back, down to her hip, across her pinked cheeks to her glistening sex. His hands forced her thighs apart further as his tongue lapped up her swollen folds. As his tongue pressed inside, she cooed out in pleasure. He pulled back and his fingers threaded inside as his thumb circled her puckered star.

  “Mmmm.” Carrie moaned as his hand moved in and out of her.

  Jarred climbed off the bed and removed his pants, they dropped to the floor as he pushed his boxers off to reveal his hard dick. He positioned himself behind Carrie again and thrust into her without warning. This time Carrie cried out in pleasure, as his hands gripped her hips.

  Keira returned to her spot at the bottom of the bed and then slid to the floor. The intrusion was too much for her. The scent of their sexual enjoyment and the want for her own pleasure was overwhelming her senses. She peeked back over at them. With every thrust Jarred forced into Carrie’s snatch; Keira watched every muscle in his back, in his butt and the tattoos that manipulated across his flesh.

  “Ohh. Yesss.” Carrie’s moans feverishly worked into ecstasy, as he pinched a pin on her nipple. Her hands clenched the headboard, since the restraints left little room.

  Her delighted tones sent him further into need, and he spun her loose chocolate hair into his grip and his other hand slid around her, he was nearly pushing her off the bed and into the air.

  She began to scream and utter unknown phrases. Her breath was restricted from his grasp on her hair and the collar on her neck.

  Damn. I wish that were me. I love breath play.

  His body flexed and then froze. A convulsion of muscles seemed to spasm next, as he continued to unload his seed and groaned through each pulse into her. His head rested on her beautifully imperfect back as his arm snaked around her.

  Jarred unlocked her from all her bounds and they curled up and Jarred invited Keira up as well.

  “Can we keep her?” Carrie asked. “Keira say’s Tim hates his job and she can do her’s from home.”

  “Carrie where would they stay.”

  She gave him a sly look.

  Keira remained silent and enjoyed her shoulder rub from Jarred again, with Carrie pressed between them.

  “Carrie you don’t even live with me. Ah I see.” He tapped the end of her nose. “They have kids Carrie or did you forget?”

  Carrie pouted.

  Chapter 11

  Still half
asleep and the need of release still in her, Keira took his hand and pulled it between her legs. She began to force his hand to rub her pussy and she moaned. The warmth of his arms and the blanket surrounded her in the early morning light.

  “Please.” She moaned quietly, pleadingly, but the hand would not help. She moved against it, as her juices began to flow and lubricate the outside of his hand.

  His hardness was at her back now as he rolled toward her. Then his hand turned into a claw and gripped her hard, two fingers pierced inside.

  Her eyes flew open and she rolled over, suddenly aware of what she was doing and whose hand it was. “I’m sorry, sir.” His hand seared pain through her throbbing sex. “I thought it was my husband. So sorry.” Her eyes were cloaked in worry. She’d forgotten where she’d fallen asleep. Where is Tim?

  Carrie peered over Jarred’s shoulder on the other side with an unreadable look. Keira’s memory flooded with what exactly happened last night. She flushed and closed her eyes in pure embarrassment. Damn. I’m so fucking horny. He’s hurting me.

  “What to do with you?” His hand loosened his grip and tingles of pleasure started, which made her sigh. Her breath quickened and she felt the cold as the blankets where shorn off of her. Her temperature had risen so her skin begged relief and her nipples slowly came to a straight point. Abruptly he stopped.

  Keira’s mouth opened and she looked at him, her eyes begged. “Please, sir.”

  He began again and her back arched off the bed this time as his thumb rubbed her clit. As his fingers slid in and out, her hands balled up the edges of the pillow at her head as she turned her face into it; as she moaned. Her hip lifted off the bed and he stopped again.

  Her lip trembled as she opened her eyes this time and a tear escaped. “Please.” She cried. “Please, sir.” Additional tears warmed her cheeks as her body trembled.