“Oh, fuck,” she screamed.
My job was done. Now I’d fuck her into another earth shattering orgasm. She’d learn who the Master was.
Molly collapsed upon me. I held her tight. She climbed off me, her legs wobbly as I continued my hold on her. I stood, crushed her to me, and kissed her, her juices running down my chin. Our kiss deepened, and my cock was begging to get free.
“I need to fuck you, my Mistress. Let me fuck you, let me bring you to another orgasm, my Mistress.”
Her hooded eyes looked into mine. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Here?” I asked.
“Yes, fuck, yes. I can’t wait another moment.”
“Your wish is my command,” I told her.
I took her by the hand over to one of the fucking benches and leaned her over it. I got down on my knees, licking her again, making sure she was wet and ready. After a few minutes, I stood and unzipped the leather pants, and my cock sprung free. I blocked out the others who were watching, fucking, or giving head.
I leaned over her and whispered. “Baby, where do you want this?”
She turned around, her body still under me, and spread her legs wide. I didn’t have to ask further.
She watched as my cock entered her. I pushed into her deep. Fuck, her cunt enveloped me perfectly. Once I was completely insider her, everyone in the room seemed to disappear. I could only see Molly. She gasped and held onto my shoulders. Her dark hair was spread out on the leather bench, her red lipstick faded from kissing, and her dark eyes glistened with desire. She had tears in her eyes. The water pooled aimlessly in the crevices.
I began a perfect rhythm in and out of her. With each stroke, she gasped. My cock began its twinging, my belly began reeling, and my balls began to tighten. The mindlessness that comes with a tumultuous orgasm took hold of me. Nothing existed any longer, except my cock and the inside her wet orifice.
“Fuck, baby, tell me, tell me, I need to cum. Are you ready? Let go, Molly, let go.”
For a few seconds, the only part of my body that existed was my cock. Each spasm and tremor was amazing. My cock pumped on its own a few times. My orgasm was un-fucking-believable. Then the tiny spasms of hers, gripped me. I’d never felt anything like her before.
Our breathing was heavy and hard. When she opened her eyes, I saw the surprise and the confusion. She’d experienced what I had, and it wasn’t what she had anticipated. Was it the heat of the moment? Was it our surroundings?
“Get your cock out of me,” she demanded quietly. “No pet gets the better of me,” she snapped and pushed at me.
My blood pressure rose, along with my anger. I pulled my cock from her and pushed my now flaccid dick back in my pants. Before I could get a word out once again, she slapped me across the face. She went to hit me again, but I caught her hand.
“Don’t push your luck, Molly.”
She backed down, slid off the bench, picked up her shoes and stockings, and then ran from the dungeon. I smiled at the onlookers. Most went back to their play except one older man. He walked over to me.
“She’s the best Domme I’ve ever had; professional, beautiful, and strong. Tonight she warned me that she had a new submissive attending and that she’d not be able to accommodate me. How could she have mistaken you for a submissive, Sir?”
“She didn’t. She’s met her match. I went along with her.”
“It will never work; Madame Jenkins is a Mistress through and through.”
“For every woman, there is one man who she will submit to regardless of her strength.”
“I suppose you believe you are that man?” He smiled faintly and touched my arm. He was extremely submissive and probably her slave. I was well aware that this man would kneel before me and do whatever I commanded. Mistress or Master, his extreme submissive nature overshadowed his sexual preference. Most slaves in the lifestyle were bisexual, and there was no stigma attached. I understood his intentions and would have accommodated him, if there had been another female present. Slaves were often used to arouse their Masters, who then, in turn, had their female subs to fuck. Vanilla people would never understand the dynamics between the sexes when it came to BDSM.
I patted him on the back. “I am that man. She’ll kneel before me. I’m sorry that you’ll lose your Domme. She’ll have no need for any subs. I’ll be all that she needs.”
“I would be a good slave, Master. I would be honored to belong to you both.”
He meant what he said. Once Molly submitted to me, I’d be the only one to arouse her. My mission had begun. Molly Jenkins would belong to me. I wanted more from her than she realized.
Chapter Five
I left that night without seeing Molly or saying goodbye. I tried calling the club countless times, but they told me she had no desire to speak with me. Then I was informed that I was also no longer welcome at the club.
I had to give her time to cool down and sort things out. Our episode had thrown her. She was confused and didn’t know what the next step should be. I wanted her again. But I’d wait. I was a patient man.
Tommy and Cindy invited me over for one of their big barbecues. Their endless efforts at trying to match me up with women never ceased. Tonight was no different; the airheaded blonde I was talking to was getting on my nerves. I looked at her attractive face. Most men would be pushing to get into her pants, but I just smiled.
“Men and sports,” she said, trying to start a conversation. “I swear they’d rather watch football than hump.”
“It’s an exciting game. Have you given it a try?” I said, but my mind was on Molly.
“Oh, please, it’s just a bunch of men running around on a field.”
“Have you ever played chess?” I asked her, sipping my wine.
“No, I like checkers though.”
The conversation was going nowhere. I imagined Molly would probably play an amazing game of chess.
“Excuse me. I need to take a little walk to the john. Catch up with you later?”
I disappeared into the crowd with my glass of wine and walked down the steps to their inground pool. When I got there, I downed the rest of my wine. I had to see her again. I’d find a way around her refusals. She was stubborn and strong-willed, and I’d expect nothing less from a Domme.
I watched the water glisten across the pool. It rippled slowly with the gentle summer breeze, relaxing me and letting my mind wander. Up until Molly Jenkins, all women seemed the same. I couldn’t put a finger on one of her characteristic, there were so many. Her dark beauty, full figure, deep sexy voice, self-confidence, and her sexy smile. Then the way she walked, how she took command of a room with just her presence, and her dominant personality. Some dominants felt threatened by a strong partner, I thrived on it.
I took out my cell phone and went directly to her phone number. I dialed and waited. That sexy male voice answered.
“The Black Sabre, may I help you?”
“Domme Jenkins, please?” I asked.
“Who may I ask is calling?”
“Russell Bennett.”
“Mr. Bennett, she left strict instructions. She doesn’t want to speak to you.”
“Tell Miss Jenkins that I’ll be at the Black Sabre at eight p.m. tomorrow night.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Good thing you’re not me.”
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It was easier to take a cab from my apartment to the building on the lower east side. It might be harder for them to turn me away. Driving myself, might have made it easier if they had a car to park. I didn’t want to do the group scene again with Molly. I wanted her alone. I wondered if it would be easier to stalk her and follow her home. I’d made a foolish move calling and telling them I was coming. I was letting her obstinacy push just a few of my buttons. I was letting my obsession with her get the better of me.
Would I bring her to her knees in front of all to see? I was a possessive man. I wanted her to belong to me. I didn’t like sharing, though
I had tolerated it in the past. They hadn’t been Molly. My cock had gotten a taste of her. I wanted to bring her to her knees. I wanted to be the man to tame the Domme, the one man she’d kneel before. The thought of her and the other night made me hard. The sight of her dark hair spread out on the leather bench and her creamy thighs open for me, made my cock come alive.
More thoughts danced around in my head. The way her lips felt on mine, the softness of her skin, and the fullness of her breasts. I remembered how she tasted and how her pussy caressed my tongue. I could see her in my bed, clad in black lace. I could imagine making vanilla love to her. I could imagine being her Master, taking her repeatedly and teasing her. She was fast becoming a priority.
I came to the front door of the high rise and was well aware that they could see me.
“Mr. Bennett, how are you this evening?” I anticipated the male voice but instead, Molly’s sultry voice surprised me.
I needed to keep my composure and not let her see the effect her voice had on me. My body began small inward shudders, and my cock responded. “I’m fine, Molly, and looking forward to seeing you.”
“If I let you in, do you promise to behave yourself?” her voice wasn’t serious. There was a hint of amusement there.
“I’m a gentleman; of course I’ll be on my best behavior.”
“Good because we need to talk.”
The glass doors began to open, allowing my entrance. I wondered if she had a group with her tonight. There were private rooms, and that’s where I wanted to be with her.
She met me in the lobby, and I was surprised to see her in jeans and a black sweater. She'd tied her hair up on her head, kind of helter skelter, and she wore very little makeup. She looked even more beautiful than the night I first saw her. I was weak in the knees, and my cock was pushing against my trousers. I wanted to touch her, kiss her, and bury my face inside her. Had she brought me down? Had she become my Mistress?
We stood inches apart. Her breath brushed my face so lightly, and my body shuddered. I saw her eyes glisten, and she swayed slightly as my hand came to steady her, touching her arm. It was at that moment I realized she had taken me, owned me, and I’d never want another. Would I be happy at her feet? Then to my surprise, she slowly went to her knees, and the tears ran down her cheeks. I held my breath. I held back my own tears. The moment one submits to another completely, can be a solemn moment and a heart wrenching one.
She grabbed my legs, already weakened by the sight and scent of her. I grabbed her by the shoulders, stood her up, and gazed into her eyes. There I found my strength.
“Tell me,” I asked. “Tell me you belong to me.”
Her tears continued. She hesitated for a second then spoke. “I belong to you. I submit to you, body, and soul.”
My lips went to hers, softly at first, then demanding, until our kiss deepened, and I could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Our bodies molded to one another’s. We tried to become one, trying desperately to get inside one another. For the first time in my life, I knew love, true soul-shattering love.
“I need to fuck,” I told her as I kissed her neck.
We reluctantly parted as she took me by the hand. We entered the elevator. I held her close as the elevator moved. When the doors opened, she led me past the entrance to her dungeon to her bedroom. Soft pale pinks and yellows adorned her room, showing me a gentler side of her. She sat me on the bed and stripped off her jeans and sweater, revealing her amply curved body adorned in black lace. The ache in my groin was like no other time I’d ever experienced. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted her. Yet my need to please her was as great.
She undid her bra and let her full breasts burst free of their constraints. Next, she removed the scrap of black lace underwear. I could smell her arousal. I wanted to taste it. She stood before me, naked, astounding me.
“Molly,” was all I could say.
“Russell, please,” she begged.
“Tell me, baby, what you want. Beg me, my girl. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to love me.”
“Oh, Molly, I want to bury my face in your sweet cunt. Get on the bed, my pet; let your Master have his way.”
I helped her lie down, and then I removed my clothes as she watched, her eyes admiring every inch of me. Her adoring eyes left me breathing hard, and my cock was bursting with need. Above the bed, I noticed thick black satin ribbons hanging from the mahogany posts. I tied her wrists to each post and left her legs untied. I crawled onto the bed and spread her legs wide. I knelt between them as she struggled against the ties.
I helped her turn onto her belly and then spanked her full firm ass, turning it a rosy pink. I made sure I licked each cheek softly, and methodically. I wanted her to cry. I wanted to see her tears. I'd waited for this. This bitch was mine now; she belonged to me, and I didn’t want her to desire another.
I had a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach and I wasn’t sure I could be everything she needed.
Ah, fuck it; it was time to make her scream with need. Would I let her cum? Maybe I'd make her beg. My tongue got ready; I spread her legs wide and found her clit. Glory to the conqueror, and I had conquered Molly Jenkins. However, in the process she’d taken me for her own.
Now making her cum was the only directive on my mind. Once her legs were spread, her lovely ass, now slightly red, called to my ready tongue. I parted her shaved lips, and her clit called to me. I bent down and sucked it in. She gasped.
“Baby,” I moaned. “Oh, baby.”
“Oh, Russell,” she whispered.
“Molly, baby, not Russell. You know who I am.”
She took a deep breath. “Master, my Sir.”
“Ah, fuck, baby.”
I delved into her wet cunt, licking her juices, tasting her, and then I began my mission. My tongue sucked and flicked at her swollen clit. The lips to her pussy were plump and begged for a licking. Then I dipped my tongue deep into her cunt. I fucked her repeatedly with it. I grabbed her ass and buried my tongue as deep as it could go. Her fingers tangled in my hair.
“Master!” she screamed.
I sucked her clit hard and let my teeth softly caress it. Sucking and flicking her swollen knob until her body rose and tightened. I held onto her as she let her body go. Her juices gushed. I drank her release greedily and let my tongue slip into her slit to experience the tiny contractions of her orgasm. I wanted to savor her pleasure.
My cock ached and was harder than I could ever remember. I wanted to fuck her hard and completely. I moved from her and got up on my knees, my cock glistening, weeping for her. She opened her eyes.
“You are so beautiful, my Master.” She held her arms up and open. “Come to me, Master.”
I spread her wide and held the head of my cock at her slit. I ran it over her clit, and she trembled. Ah, fuck, this was more than I ever imagined. I stuck my cock in her slowly, our eyes never leaving each other’s. Then I plunged into her, deep. We lost our breaths, her hands grabbing my shoulders. My mouth sought hers. We kissed deeply, our tongues intertwining in perfect unison.
I began moving in and out of her. Then got up on my knees and moved her legs over my shoulders, giving me deep penetration. I smiled as I plunged into her again and again. She gripped my arms and bit her lip. I needed to let go. I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Baby, it’s time, fuck,” I said as the sweat beaded on my forehead and then broke out on my neck, my chest, drenching the rest of my body. I held back, and then let loose. I lost track of time, space, as my cock jerked inside of her. The shudders of release wracked my entire body. I’d never had such an intense orgasm. As reality took hold, I could feel her nails digging into my arm. Had she screamed? Her cunt tightened around my cock, pulsating, pulling cum from me.
Her hands traveled up my arms to my neck as she pulled me down to her mouth. Her kiss was one of desperation and desire. We kissed deeply, our tongues in carnal play. I let my whole body rest on hers, savoring our
kiss. She wasn’t relinquishing my mouth. We rolled to our sides and kept kissing, our joining here as perfect as our fucking. My hands cradled her head, and my lips kissed and sucked her tongue as if it was sacred. My cock was still deep inside of her, and she held me tightly.
When our lips finally parted, I buried my head in the crook of her neck. I never expected any of this to happen. What was next? I didn’t share, and I wasn’t going to share her with anyone. Her Domme days were over. I was sure she had a very strong personality, and I would often be going up against a brick wall.
I’d live the lifestyle, but she’d be submissive to me. Because of her dominant nature, her Domme would no doubt surface during some of our play. Every so often, I’d sit back and let her take control but with me, no others. She could be a Domme without too much sexual contact. But even that bothered me. I couldn’t get past the thought of her fulfilling other’s desires. She would fulfill only mine. Our journey together had just begun.
Chapter Six
For a while, we just held onto each other. I asked nothing more of her. We had a lot to discuss, mainly where we were going from here. She broke the spell.
“You know so little about me,” she said.
“Then tell me your story. Mine’s boring. Up until the last few years, nothing unusual happened in my life, and then I found my calling.”
“I see, and that calling just happens to be a Master?” she asked, smiling and running her finger over my lips. I grabbed her finger and sucked it into my mouth.
“Mmm, do that and we’ll be starting all over again,” she said.
“So you think you could get my cock going again?”
“I know I can. You forget I’m a trained Domme.”
“Then we’ll start there. How did all this come about?” I asked, taking her finger and kissing it.
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