Domination Sex: Conditioned Response (4 page)

When I squeal, Jay grates into my ear,
“Don’t come, Emma, not without my permission. This weekend you are
my slave. I give, and you take, but only when I say you can.” He
jabs his hips forward, making the plug stab sharply inside my ass,
then holds the position. “I know what you need, and I’ll give it to
you if you let me.”

Suspended in a long,
breathless moment, between the discomfort of the peculiar pressure
in my ass and the bliss radiating from my clit, I face another
sudden, harsh realization. I didn’t play the submissive with Robert
because
he
liked
it. I did it because
I
liked it, because I needed it, after Jay.

Then I suck in a hard breath to
shriek, “I need to come. Please, it’s happening. I can’t stop
it.”

Jay halts the advance of the release I
so crave by withdrawing his fingers and wrapping his arms around my
ribcage. He leaves me on the precipice, my body flooded with heat
but unable to catch fire.

“Please,” I whine.

“You need it so badly, don’t you,
love?” he asks as he nuzzles my hair.

“Yes. Please.”

He turns my face to his and kisses me,
too briefly. “No.”

And that’s his final answer. He’s
leaving me stranded on this strange plateau of sensation, both
discomfited and aroused. Even as out of sorts and frustrated as I
am, I marvel at his self-control. His hard-on doesn’t go away,
though it does lessen somewhat as the morning turns to afternoon.
Surely he’s suffering as much as I am.

We make lunch, and he asks me to read
to him the way I used to in college the couple of times we had a
class together, snuggled up on the couch with me lying back against
his chest. It’s like we’re just a young couple enjoying a romantic
country getaway, except that he’s totally dressed while I’m
completely naked and exposed, and every little movement reminds me
I have a butt plug inserted deep into my ass.

My pussy has never been this wet, and
it just seems to be getting worse. God knows it doesn’t help that,
between cuddles and caresses, Jay periodically fingers me. I get to
the point of just lying there with my legs open, hoping he’ll have
mercy and get me off. When he doesn’t, I start to worry this is all
his revenge for the way I broke things off with him. Make me
sexually humiliate myself for a few days, make me admit I’m a
submissive little slut, then drop me as abruptly as I dropped
him.

Some part of me knows, or
believes, or hopes this is not the case. I’m just cranky and needy
after so much teasing. Knowing what it feels like to get a hard
fucking from Jay, knowing the bone-deep pleasure and the bliss of
the afterglow, makes the wait that much more irritating,
abrasive,
torturous
.

Only after dinner and two
uncomfortable hours of squirming through a movie on television does
Jay make me lean over the arm of the sofa and hold my ass cheeks
spread for him. I sigh in delight when he removes the butt plug. It
was starting to feel ten times its true size. Perhaps I do play up
my whimpering just a bit, because it feels so good when he strokes
my ass and comforts me in whispers. Then he leans down, so
unexpectedly, and licks my anus. Three long, soft strokes of his
tongue over my sore bud. I’m gasping his name by the last warm,
slow lick. It’s the first time I’ve ever experienced such pleasure
from being touched there, and a thought starts to nag the back of
my mind. Is Jay right? Will he have me begging him to fuck my ass
every night?

Back in Jay’s bedroom, he allows me to
undress him, lets me get my hopes up for a long night of fucking. I
kiss his neck, inhaling his warm, spicy scent, and he purrs
indulgently. I pull off his shirt to reveal his long torso, still
rippling with muscles, and lick his nipples. He moans my name. But
when I unfasten his jeans and kneel to free his cock, he pulls my
hands away.

“Not yet, Emma,” he rumbles and pulls
me to my feet and into bed with him.

He shirks off his pants and
briefs and coils around me.
And goes to
sleep
. For me, it’s another long, wakeful
night.

The next day, Jay waits until after
breakfast before leading me back into his bedroom. The butt plug,
all clean and ready, waits on the table. There’s a different tube
beside it this time.

“You’re going to put it in me again?”
I pout, still anxious and moody over my neglected pussy.

Jay shakes his head. “No, my love.
You’re going to put it inside yourself.”

No plaintive whining or hesitation
will dissuade him, and I finally accept my fate and crawl up onto
the bed while Jay settles into a chair against the wall.

“Do you have to watch?” I ask,
glaring.

“No, I just want to.”

This response sends pulses of
excitement through my cunt and makes my nipples stand at attention.
At this point, a strong breeze could make me come, let alone Jay
looking lurid and sexy splayed in that chair, his erection
prominently displayed in another pair of tight jeans.

Frowning self-consciously, I uncap the
unmarked lubricant. It’s not clear this time, more of an ointment
than a gel. Not thinking to warm it the way he did, I squeeze a bit
out into the plug and a bit onto my finger. I know I’m bright red—I
can feel the heat coming off my skin—as I bend forward to smear the
ointment over my touchy, tensed bud.

“Turn your back to me, Emma,” Jay
instructs in a hoarse voice. “I want to see it.”

At stray moments like this, I could
really believe he’s as agonizingly aroused as I am. Hoping to
salvage what grace I can, I slowly twist to position myself with my
back to Jay, ass up.

“That’s it,” he groans as I spread the
lube over my asshole. “Play with your anus for me, Emma. Finger
your hole.”

I look over my shoulder to protest and
find Jay with his fly unzipped and his hand inside his briefs,
stroking his long, solid cock. Biting my lip in want of his hard
dick, I barely notice I’m doing as he asked. I only realize I’m
making slow circles, prying at the edges of the little bud with my
fingertip, when my clit throbs in time with my asshole.

“Now the plug,” he moans. “Shove it
deep up your ass, baby.”

Anything, I think. I’d do anything to
keep that look of bliss on his handsome face, that seductive tone
in his voice. To keep his dick that long and rigid and ready, in
hopes he’ll use it on me.

The plug won’t seem to fit, and my
asshole is sore from yesterday. I can’t work it in before I hit the
wrong angle and it slips back out. In a surge of frustration, I
push hard, angling my weight down over it to force the plug into my
ass. I yelp a second before it finally pops in.

“Oh, love,” Jay coos and comes to sit
on the bed and gather me against his chest. “You have to be
gentle.”

“You won’t be,” I remind him, sliding
my hand down to grip his jutting rod, determined to make him fuck
me.

“Mm, true, but I know when to be
rough.”

“Then do it,” I sigh raggedly, then
hastily add, “Fuck my pussy. Don’t make me wait
anymore.”

“Not yet, love,” he whispers against
my mouth.

I squeeze his cock harder, making him
suck in a quick breath, but he still doesn’t pull my hand away.
“You’re punishing me, aren’t you? For being so clueless all those
years. For rejecting you—” He watches as my eyes go wide. “What was
in that ointment? Why…why is it burning? Oh my god, Jay, it’s
hot.”

“It won’t get any worse, love, I
promise. In fact, it will cool down…a little bit…in about ten
minutes. You can handle this. You’ll enjoy it.”

“Jay,” I wail and shift to straddle
his lap, rubbing my pussy against his firm dick insistently. The
burning around my anus is making my cunt ache and pulse, and I have
the terrible urge to wriggle my hips like an animal in heat. “Why
won’t you just fuck me?”

He strokes my hair lovingly, even as
my fingernails are sinking into his shoulders. “Because the
struggle is important. You have to fight your way to
me.”

“Fight what? The only one fighting
this is you.”

Jay arches one of those perfect black
eyebrows at me. “Really? Then tell me you love me, and you’ll
submit to me totally in our bed. Tell me you’re not afraid to give
yourself—all of you—to me. Tell me you know how much I love
you.”

I bury my face against Jay’s chest and
mewl quietly, in sexual and emotional frustration. Of all of these
things he requires of me, it’s the last that defeats me. I can’t
believe he loves me, that Jay, broody and gorgeous, protective and
possessive, loves me when no other man ever has. And after the way
I rejected him.

He lets me fuss against him until I’m
tired, before he slips away from me to stuff his erection back into
his jeans and smooth down his shirt. I catch my breath and bite my
lip as he helps me off the bed. The warming balm on the butt plug
has added a whole new level of torment to being invaded anally.
It’s like the muscles are relaxing, and I suddenly fear the plug is
going to slip out, making me instinctively clench to try to keep it
inside me.

Jay smiles at me knowingly. The man is
a demon.

And it only gets worse.

He grabs a folded plaid throw from
atop the chest at the foot of his bed and leads me out of the room,
down the hall, through the kitchen and to the back door.

At the threshold into the back yard, I
rear back, pulling on his hand. “I can’t go out there
naked.”

“Look around, love. Thick trees. High
garden walls. Only one house overlooks the garden, and the Parkers
are away for the weekend. The easy way to tell is to look for the
vintage MG at the side of their garage. They always take that on
weekend getaways.”

I can’t breathe as Jay leads me
through the door, out from the shelter of the back porch, down the
steps to the grass. The blades are soft and cold and tickly under
my feet. I don’t know how long it’s been since I was outside
barefoot. Since I was a kid, probably, a very small one. Add to
that the breeze dancing over my exposed skin, and the warm touch of
the sinfully sexy man grasping my hand, and I’m back on that
familiar plateau, ever just shy of an orgasm.

Jay keeps me there, laying me down on
the blanket in the yard, within easy reach of flowers and vines he
can use to tease my hypersensitive skin. Periodically, between cat
naps and intimate conversation, he lets both of us get carried away
in bouts of kissing and petting. I spread myself wantonly for him,
moaning freely when he massages my pussy lips, even when he taps at
the crosspiece of the butt plug, sending ripples of heat along my
anal passage.

“Please, Jay,” I gasp and cling to
him, after a whole afternoon of this. “I’ll do it. I’ll beg you to
fuck my ass. Just please make me come. Let me make you
come.”

He sucks at my trembling, pleading
lips before groaning into our kiss. “Soon, love.”

“But I’ll do it. I’ll do everything
you want. I’ll give you everything you want.”

“I know you will, Emma. You’re almost
there.”

No almost about it. Yet he insists on
pulling me to my feet. “We’ve forgotten to eat most of the day,” he
tells me. “Time to go get an early dinner in town.” With a wicked
smirk, he adds, “I’ll even let you get dressed.”

On the way back into the house, I
glance at the neighbor’s two-story, just as someone moves away from
an upstairs window.

“Oh my god.” I dart around to the
other side of Jay, hiding behind him. “Someone is home next
door.”

With a distinct lack of concern, Jay
studies the Parker house. “That window?” he asks, pointing
immediately to the one I mean, and I nod. “Ah, that would be their
teenaged son, Jake. He must have decided to stay home this
time.”

“You…you knew! You asshole. You let
him see me acting like… Spreading my legs and…”

When I pound Jay on the chest with my
fists, he catches both my wrists and twists my arms hard behind my
back before claiming my mouth for a rough, possessive,
mouth-fucking kiss. I jerk and struggle, but Jay is still as much
an athlete as he ever was, strong enough to hold me pinned to him
with very little effort. He even shifts to hold both my wrists in
one hand, using the other to probe my pussy from behind.

Finally releasing my mouth, Jay pants,
“I don’t care what he saw. I don’t care if everyone sees you
squirming and bucking for me, so long as I’m the only one who’ll
ever touch you. The only one who’ll ever hold you and taste you and
fuck you.” He jerks me hard against him, against the massive, solid
bulge in his jeans. “I’d take you in a room filled with our friends
if it made it clear to every fucking one of them that you’re mine.”
He locks his gaze to my teary eyes, his tone and his expression
softening. “If it made that clear to you.”

I sag against Jay, too confused and
aroused and exhausted, too wrung out, to resist anymore. Why don’t
I use the safeword? Even as he’s holding my hands behind my back,
groping me out in the open? Do I want him this much? Do I really
need to be dominated and owned? Do I truly want to put up with this
possessive streak—do I even desire it?—that would have him parading
me in public like his personal sex slave? When he eases his hold on
my wrists, I jerk my hands away and twine my arms tight around his
neck. That’s my answer.