by Stasia Black
Too damn bad. I stiffen my spine and glare daggers right back at him. I don’t care what his normal role is. He. Better. Fucking. Submit.
“Now,” I thunder.
He stares at me for only a moment longer before turning and walking to the chair that I pointed to.
I gift him with a beatific smile once he’s seated. “Very good. Now take out your beautiful cock and fuck your hand while I fuck him with this giant dildo.”
The room isn’t very large. Jackson’s only sitting about eight feet from me so I can see his nostrils flare.
My blood sings. My pussy clenches around the rubber cock inside me and the outer dildo rubs up against my clit even as I walk the few steps toward Daniel. My steps are constricted because I only slipped the suit off down to the tops of my thighs, but it’s plenty to work with.
I pinch Daniel’s ass where the marks are the reddest and get a genuine flinch out of him. It makes me ridiculously gleeful.
Fuck. Does it really only take one night for me to become a sadist? I caress the part where I just pinched and then nuzzle my cheek against Daniel’s back. I feel a sudden rush of affection for him. He really is doing me a solid favor by letting me use him as my training wheels.
“I’ve got a treat for you, you dirty fucking pain slut. I’m going to fuck you with this giant strap on, right here. Right in the ass.”
I grab his ass cheeks in both my hands and squeeze. My thumbs are close to his asshole and the sudden rush of excitement makes my cunt clench even harder on the dildo inside me. I’ve never done anything like this before. Ever. I bite my tongue as my thumb inches lower.
There it is. That forbidden hole. It’s not hairy at all like I might have expected and I wonder if he waxes it. My thumb probes at the puckered entrance. There’s a little bit of resistance, like he’s pushing back.
I pause for a moment, feeling a sudden stroke of horror. He said this was okay at the beginning
“Daniel, would you like to use your safe word at this point. Say continue or use your safe word to stop.”
“Continue,” comes out in a rush, very sure and confident.
My heartbeat slows and my thumb immediately goes back in his entrance. He’s still resisting but I get it now. That’s part of his thing. I take the lube, the second item I grabbed from the table and drip some over my thumbs. I rub it around the puckered bit of flesh and then lean over to get a better look.
Then I push my thumb in again and this time I start talking. “Don’t even try to keep me out, you dumb little fuck. My thumb and a whole lot more are coming for this little bitch ass.” I thrust my thumb all the way in and at the same time, my pussy squelches around the dildo buried inside me.
I don’t even know how to describe what I feel with my thumb. He just sucks me right in. It’s warm and snug but immediately I want more. I use my free hand and rub lube all over the giant dildo sticking out from my body. Then I pour more liberally over the top crack of Daniel’s ass.
“That’s right, cunt, there’s no getting off this train. You’re getting fucked by a woman and I’m not taking pity on you. Because you deserve to be punished, you sorry stupid worthless fuck-up. That’s how you like it, isn’t it?” I jam my other thumb inside him as I finish my tirade. His whole body jerks and he lets out a high-pitched moan of pleasure. His ass relaxes against my invasion and my thumbs are easily working inside his ass now.
It’s so hot inside him. Holy shit. Inside him. I’m inside a man. I pull out my thumbs and shove two fingers up deep instead. They fit easily so I add a third, exploring the contours all the way around.
Daniel’s breathing heavily now. He’s so getting off on this. Holy shit. Holy shit. I twist my fingers around and around, loosening him up even further.
Then I remember that touch alone isn’t enough for him. Vocalizations. Right.
“Look at you, you stupid, filthy shithead.” I crow in laughter and it isn’t forced, but I think that’s only because of the crazy high I’m feeling right now. I rock forward and back a little on my heels so the dildo inside me gives me friction. Oh fuck me. That’s so— I can’t even—
“You dirty cock slut,” I manage to get out between heaving breaths of my own. I start to twist my fingers in his ass more roughly. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Being used. Like the fucking piece of trash you are. Well I’m going to use you good, you dirty little shit. I’m going to use you so hard you’re going to wish you weren’t such a fucking whore!” I smack his ass with as much strength as I have in me.
Then I grab his hips to brace myself and jam the dildo up his fucking bitch cunt ass. And I fucking ram it all the way home. No fucking mercy.
His whole body jolts forward and the chains above his head rattle. I don’t stop there, though. No, I pull out and then slam back in again until my hips are flat against his ass and my breasts brush up against the reddened skin of his back.
And it feels good. I can’t deny that. Great even. Everything about tonight has kicked sex up to a level I never knew it could go. But there’s still something missing.
My head swings over to look at Jackson.
And I immediately groan in pleasure. He’s leaned forward in his seat, pants dropped, cock in hand. He’s not pumping furiously like I might have expected. No, he has himself in what looks like a painful iron grip as he slowly drags up and down on his shaft. I can’t make out the expression on his face. It looks like a mix of fury, concentration, and being more turned on than I’ve ever fucking seen him.
“Ughhhh,” I groan in pleasure as I pause, jammed to the hilt inside Daniel for a long moment, making slight rolling motions with my hips for friction. All the while staring at Jackson.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck me. The dildo is. At. That. Perfect. Spot. Without moving my torso, I tilt my hips back so that the dildo slides out of Daniel slightly. Then I jerk up and in again. And again, the motion rubs the dildo against my clit so good and makes the length inside me hit another spot that brings light near to bursting behind my eyes.
Oh shit, I can’t be that close already, can I? Oh God oh God oh God.
I keep Jackson’s eyes in laser focus as I reach around Daniel’s chest and pinch one of his nipples. Daniel shudders beneath me and I pull my hips back so I can keep fucking him hard.
But it’s Jackson’s response rather than Daniel’s that ratchets everything up to an even greater intensity. The anger seems to evaporate from Jackson’s face the longer I keep my eyes focused on him.
He stands up, hand ever on his cock and he starts jacking off like he’s proud of it. Like he’s saying, here’s the most glorious goddammed cock you’ve ever seen in your life. Bow down and worship, then spontaneously orgasm at the sight.
My back arches, forcing my breasts into Daniel’s back as I continue thrusting in his ass. Fucking him. For the first time in my life, I’m the one doing the fucking. It’s the most erotic goddammed thing I’ve ever done.
I watch Jackson the entire time.
“Fucking bastard. You mother fucking bitch-faced cunt sucker,” I all but shout.
Jackson only raises an eyebrow and his tongue comes out. He moves it in sensuous imitation of the act I just mentioned. Like he’s sucking my cunt.
I start fucking Daniel with an animal fervor. Both of us grunt every time I land, the double headed dildo jamming deep inside both of us and—
“Shitting fucking mother cunt fuck of a whore—” I yell and then there’s nothing left except a wordless high-pitched moan that comes from deep inside my throat as I hit a climax so high, so hard, that I feel like my heart is about to explode in my chest.
But I don’t stop there either. I give myself two seconds to breathe and then I keep going, jerking in and out until I get to a second peak that tops out just a little bit higher than the first.
When it finally comes down, I collapse against Daniel’s back, head facing Jackson. Jackson’s still standing, cum dripping down over his huge hand.
His eyes are wide and his mouth open.
He’s looking at me like… like… I don’t even fucking know. Any and all brashness is gone.
His expression is a mixture of vulnerability, awe, and confusion—mouth slack, eyebrows drawn together, chest heaving up and down. I feel just as jumbled up. That was just so— God, it was so—
I drop my face so that my forehead is braced on Daniel’s back while I continue trying to catch my breath.
Which is when I remember Daniel. You know, the guy whose ass I’ve still got a dildo jammed up inside. Shit.
“Did you come, sub?”
“No, Mistress.”
My shoulders drop.
He seems to sense it because he quickly follows up, “Mistress did not say that I could.”
Well, damn. Mistress faux pas. Then I look at the brick wall. It’s not exactly friendly for him to rub up against. Maybe I’m expected to jack him off?
But no, that’s not happening. Somehow, and I know this is totally screwed up, but even though I just fucked this guy in front of Jackson, touching Daniel’s dick feels like it would be… a betrayal. Because that totally makes sense. I shake my head at myself but figure out a quick solution.
We’re close enough that I can wrap the top of my catsuit around Daniel’s body. Ha, I can even manage to get one of the arm-sleeves over his cock. Even though his staff is starting to flag. Ah. The work of a Domme is never done.
I’m exhausted and all I want to do is go pull off the bottom half of this catsuit, get off these heels, drink a glass of wine, go to sleep, and process all the shit that just went on at a much later date. Like tomorrow. Or next year.
Instead, I drop my voice and infuse it with disgust. “Rub that pathetic tiny dick against the wall, you sad little shit. I’ve never before in my life had such a disappointing lover.” I wince internally at the cruel words. Even though I felt a much more intense connection to Jackson instead of Daniel throughout the scene, this has hands down been some of the best sex of my life.
But from the way Daniel has started grinding against the wall, his cock safely covered by my suit, my words are obviously doing it for him.
All right, whatever floats his boat. I continue calling slurs and insults at him and even moving the dildo in and out of his ass a few times before ordering him to come.
Which he does on command. Neat trick.
I slide the dildo out of his ass and can only stand there looking down at it for a moment. The top of my catsuit is still wrapped around the front of him, and everything seems to hit me in a rush. Everything that just happened over the past hour. Or has it been longer since we walked into the club? It feels like way longer. And also like it’s been no time at all. The half of the dildo still inside me feels suddenly huge.
I put a hand to my forehead and squeeze my eyes shut. Shit. I swallow and the fact that I haven’t had any liquid in so long seems like a big deal now. I’m so thirsty. Like, really really thirsty.
“Water,” I say to no one in particular.
“What?”
I look up in surprise to see that Jackson is right beside me. He’s retrieved the top of my suit off of Daniel and knotted the ‘spent’ arm in on itself. That’s a good idea. I should’ve thought of that. It would’ve been messy otherwise.
I blink at the top half of the catsuit when Jackson lets go of it and it flops down in front of me. My breasts are completely exposed, but again Jackson isn’t staring.
Instead he moves with a practiced efficiency. He does something in the corner, pushes a button or engages something, because the chains holding Daniel’s arms begin to lower. Jackson goes immediately back to Daniel’s side.
As his arms are lowered, Jackson moves behind Daniel, catching him underneath his armpits when he’s no longer being held up by the chains. Daniel staggers backward and Jackson helps him to the ground, then he props him up against the wall. Jackson murmurs to him gently while he undoes the padded cuffs around his wrists.
Jackson’s so gentle with him. It seems incongruous with the insults he was shouting at him twenty minutes ago. Then I remember how the men earlier treated the woman suspended from chains, roughly fucking her one moment and then taking care of her the next.
I should be over there, helping him with Daniel. This is probably an important part of what it means to be a Domme. What happens after. The things you’re supposed to do to make sure your submissive is okay.
My feet carry me a step back instead. I swallow. So thirsty. I’m just so thirsty. I look over to the table. Why didn’t Jackson bring water bottles along with his bag of tricks? If only I had some water.
But then I notice something else at the end of the table. Towels.
I glance back to where Jackson is still talking to Daniel. I really should—
I turn away without finishing the thought.
I head toward the towels, wrap one around myself and I open the door as quietly as I can. As I try to slip out without being noticed, Jackson’s head pops up and a pair of dark blue eyes meet mine right before the door closes behind me.
Jackson finds me waiting for him in the room where we first changed clothes. I’m back in my work clothes. I don’t meet his gaze when he comes in. Tonight was amazing, beyond what I ever could have… just… beyond. That’s a good word for tonight. Fucking beyond.
That doesn’t mean I have any clue about what this is now between Jackson and me. Or how to even describe or… wrap my head around those moments back there when we… I pretended to rub at an invisible scuff on my sensible work flats. No more stiletto thigh highs for me. Which also leaves me feeling oddly bereft.
“Ready to go?” I expect Jackson’s voice to be disapproving for how I acted at the end. Disappearing instead of helping him with Daniel.
Instead, his tone is warm. Startled, I meet his eyes. The normally dark icy blues are lighter. His whole expression is soft. He already has his shoes and socks on and is buttoning his shirt. He hasn’t bothered changing out of his leathers and the contrast with his work attire is incredibly alluring.
“Callie?” he questions again. “You ready?”
I nod. Shit. I’m totally out of it, aren’t I? “Is there somewhere I can get some water?” There’s a gravelly quality to my voice and I’m not sure it’s just because I’m so thirsty.
His eyebrows go up. “Of course. I’m sorry, I should have brought some bottles along.” He shakes his head as if disappointed in himself. “Wait here and I’ll go grab a couple before we go.”
I nod again and he’s out the door. Half a minute later the door opens again. Wow, that was fast. But to my surprise, it’s not Jackson’s dark head that pops around the door.
It’s Daniel’s. He just sticks his head in at first, a boyish grin on his face. “Mind if I step in for a moment?”
Uh. Holy shit. He looks so… normal. “Of course.” I wave him in.
He slips inside and I don’t know what I’m expecting, but the concert tee, skinny jeans and converse all-stars aren’t it. No leather or dog collars in sight. He must think the same thing because he smiles and says, “Wow, you look very professional. Bet you’re some corporate big-shot like Jackson.”
“Not hardly,” I laugh as I glance down at myself. It’s funny hearing Jackson described like that, actually. I guess that yes, he is the CEO of a huge company, but I never think of him as very corporate. His mind is too creative for the label. He’s an inventor first and foremost.
“Anyway,” Daniel says, charming smile back in full effect. “I’m glad I could catch you alone. I wanted to give you my contact information in case you ever want to play one-on-one.”
He pulls a card out of his pocket. I look down and run my finger over the cardstock. Daniel Parsons. According to the card he’s a sculptor. I flip it over and see that he’s written his number on the back.
I look back up at him. He’s so relaxed and casual. Like thirty minutes ago he wasn’t chained to a brick wall and I didn’t have a dildo shoved in his ass while I screamed obscenities at him.
I have to s
hake my head a little at the incongruity of the image compared with the completely normal-looking dude standing in front of me. Already it feels like what went down was too surreal, that it could have only happened in a dream, not the real world.
“So give me a call sometime?” Daniel asks.
I look from the card back up to him. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.” I gesture around us. “You got that tonight was my first night, right?”
Daniel’s smile softens. Then he reaches over and his hands close over my fingers holding the card. “How do you think Doms and Dommes start off? It’s just a myth that they all have some wonderful mentor. Most of them have subs help them as they figure everything out. I’m happy to be your test subject any time.”
Again with the charismatic smile. “I really enjoyed my time with you tonight and I think you have more potential than anyone I’ve seen in a long time to be a really powerful Domme.” He dips his head down as if he’s shy saying this last part.
Then he takes a step away and lifts his head. “Anyway.” He shrugs and laughs a little. “Just remember, I’m here if you ever need me.”
I nod and raise his card a little for emphasis before putting it in my pocket. “I’ll keep that in mind.” I mainly do it to make him feel good. I might not have done what I should have earlier in caring for him after the scene, but I’m not going to shut him down when he reaches out.
I doubt I’ll ever call him. If Jackson wants to involve him in the future, I could be down with it. But one-on-one? God, I’m not ready for that. Plus, after tonight, the idea of getting together with Daniel without Jackson there… it makes my stomach twist up. Because it would feel like… again I just have that feeling of wrongness.
What the fuck? I don’t owe Jackson anything. What the hell is wrong with me? He takes me out on one date… or whatever you’d call tonight, and I’m suddenly declaring we’re exclusive or some shit? This doesn’t make us boyfriend and girlfriend. Far, far from it.
Daniel waves and I manage a smile for him. He goes to open the door, but just as he does, the knob moves and Jackson pushes the door from the other side. The two men stare at each other in surprise for a second.