Domination Sex: Conditioned Response (5 page)

In a daze, I let Jay lead me back
inside. It reminds me a little of the dream I had the morning I
drove up here, slipping into a simple little white dress in the
bedroom while watching him change clothes. There’s something
thrillingly intimate about such a ritual.

The restaurant he’s taking me to is a
bit of a destination with couples from the city, so Jay changes his
jeans and polo for black pants and a black jacket, paired with a
crisp white shirt. “Grab a tie for me off the rack in the wardrobe,
will you, love?” he asks as he’s slipping on his shoes.

I shouldn’t get sappy at the idea of
picking out a tie for him, but I do. It’s something a serious
girlfriend or a wife…or a pleasure slave hopelessly in love with
him…would do. The first one to catch my eye is the familiar red
tie. I spend a moment running my fingertips over it before finding
Jay at my side watching me.

“You remember that, don’t you?” he
whispers in my ear. “What I did with that tie?” I nod and moan as
he sucks at my earlobe. “You’re never going to get over me, Emma,
so you might as well give in.”

I reach back to touch him, to run my
hands along his strong thighs. “I’m trying, but you keep refusing
my surrender.”

Jay grabs my hand and draws me toward
the hallway. “Keep at it,” he teases. “Once more. Twice,
maybe.”

Outside, I groan when I sit down in
the car. Jay might have let me put on a dress for dinner out, but
he made me keep the butt plug stuffed up my ass. The burning is a
low, constant, dull ache, and several times over the day I’ve
thought to myself that being fucked in my ass might actually be a
relief in comparison, the only way to scratch that itching need
building inside me.

At the restaurant, I bite my lip when
the hostess shows us to our table and I discover their chairs are
wooden and hard. Thankfully, we’re in a dim, quiet corner, so I
don’t think anyone can hear my slight whimper when I settle
carefully on the seat or see my nipples get embarrassingly hard
from the stabbing pressure.

Still, I think I maintain amazing
composure, sitting there looking so prim while so desperately wet,
wearing no panties, sitting on a butt plug. After my second glass
of wine, I even begin to relax.

Then Jay leans near. “How is that
tight, sweet ass feeling, love?”

The alcohol has taken the edge off my
anxiety. Or maybe it’s just spending these last two days in
constant need of him, hearing him say he wants me, he loves me.
“Warm,” I respond and share a knowing smile with him. “After
dinner, when we get back to the house, will you do it? Will you
fuck my ass if I beg you?”

Jay takes a sip of his wine, pausing
to lick a drop from his lips. As always, too damn sexy. “You sure
you’re ready? You really need that?” When I nod, he tilts his head
and regards me with a look of doubt, before reaching into his
pocket.

A faint buzzing precedes the sudden
eruption of strong vibration in my ass. My mouth falls open, at the
agonizing tremors rippling inside me, as Jay produces the small
black remote from his pocket and sets it on the white linen
tablecloth. I grab for it, but he takes both my hands and pins them
under the table. Anyone watching might think we were having a
romantic moment, leaning close, holding hands.

“Bastard,” I hiss under my breath and
claw his thigh through his pants.

“It makes your ass and your pussy
course with an electrical sort of pleasure, doesn’t it? If you
rocked just a little in the chair, I think you could make yourself
come.”

“Stop it. Turn it off,” I plead,
burying my face in his shoulder so no one will see me panting and
mouthing silent moans. He’s right, I do…I do want to squirm in the
seat, to bounce, to force the buzzing plug further up my ass as the
vibration spreads into my pussy and toward my clit.

“Do you want to use your safeword,
Emma?”

“No,” I bite out like a curse. “But,
fuck, I can’t do this. It’s too much.”

“Once you come, I’ll take you back to
the house. If you get on my bed and beg, I’ll fuck you, but there’s
no taking it back after that. You’re mine.”

“Too much,” I mew, still hiding my
face.

“There’s a higher setting, love.” Jay
releases one of my hands so that he can reach for the remote,
casually, unhurried. Frozen, aghast, fascinated, I watch and
wait.

Jay twists a small dial on the side of
the remote, and the vibration in my ass becomes a powerful
shuddering that makes my anus tighten and pulsate. I moan into his
neck, and he wraps his arms around me. A romantic embrace between
the quiet couple in the corner of the room. The walls of my pussy
and my tender clit are now pounding in time with my anus, aching
for hard, rough penetration. Blocking the view from the rest of the
room with his back, Jay uses two fingers to stroke and tease my
taut nipples through my dress, and I knot my hands in the lapel of
his jacket.

“What do you want, Emma?” he
whispers.

I lift my reddened face to rasp into
his ear. “I want… I need you. I need you, Jay. My ass is throbbing
and burning, and… Fuck, I need your cock. Please fuck my ass. I
want it hard and rough and deep. I need to feel you come up my
ass.”

His lips graze my cheek tenderly, as
he pinches one of my nipples ruthlessly. “But you don’t want it to
hurt.”

“It can’t be worse than this ache,” I
keen, and I bounce just a bit in the seat, groaning as the plug
stabs deeper. “Please fuck my ass, and make me come, and let me
make you come.”

He’s not smiling and joking anymore,
as he calls for the check and quickly brushes aside offerings of
dessert. The wait is agonizing, and I can’t keep my hips still, and
no matter how hard I press my thighs together, my clit won’t stop
throbbing.

And then it’s happening. I throw my
arms around Jay’s neck as a shuddering, spine-twisting orgasm falls
over me like the crest of a hard wave. Panting through it is all I
can do. My hips rock of their own accord, making me grind against
the chair, grind the vibrating plug up my quivering asshole. God, I
want his fingers up my pussy now, or better yet, his thick, fat
cock. I want him up my cunt and in my ass and down my throat. I
want his cum filling my tight holes, in my mouth, on my skin. I
want him to pull my hair and spank me and make me swear I’m his
slave. I want everyone to know he’s mine and I’m his.

I can finally lift my face from Jay’s
neck when I feel the vibration of the plug lessening by degrees, as
my climax recedes. He dials the power down on the remote
slowly…slowly, until the butt plug is still and only my anus and
clit are tingling and trembling.

“You’re going to be doing more of that
tonight,” he growls, his façade of tranquility and patience wearing
around his intense eyes and clenched jaw.

At the car, Jay turns the key to start
the motor purring, then twists in the seat to yank me hard against
him. I only let myself enjoy his bruising kiss for a few seconds,
before I muster my strength to push him away.

“Drive,” I plead. “Fast.”

“You still want this, after just
coming back there? Are you still going to beg me to fuck your
ass?”

“Beside the road, if you don’t get us
moving.”

Jay’s expression is something between
a smile of happiness and a glower of need as he maneuvers us out of
the parking lot and back toward the house with breathtaking skill
and speed. Back at the bungalow, he yanks me out of the car while
I’m still trying to find my footing with weak knees and a slippery
butt plug to consider.

Just inside the door, he shoves me
against the wall and seals his mouth over mine, lashing my tongue
with his while his hands knead my tits and his bulging cock prods
my stomach. Without missing a lick or a nip, he rips his jacket
back and throws it aside. While he unbuttons his shirt, I fumble
frantically with his belt buckle and the fly of his pants, until I
can finally shove them low on the curve of his tight ass and pull
his thick shaft and heavy, round balls from his briefs.

I bite my lip and smile when he begins
searching anxiously for the zipper on my dress, before he gives up
and jerks it over my head. When I’m completely naked again, he
strips off his tie and knots it loosely around my neck. Then he
drags me toward the couch, using the tie, that red tie, as a
makeshift leash. I don’t think we’re going to make it into the
bedroom. Just like our weekend. I’m getting a chance to do it all
over, right this time.

Standing before the broad black couch,
Jay pulls downward on my leash until I kneel in front of him. His
other hand grabs the hair at the back of my head. “Open your
mouth,” he orders, his voice husky and raw.

Only too glad, I part my lips for
Jay’s huge cock, eager to remind him I know how to deep-throat, and
I do it well. My tongue flutters along the smooth, veined underside
of his dick while I massage his balls. The vague saltiness and the
musk of his skin, so familiar and sorely missed, flood my senses.
His groans are better than declarations of undying love from any
other man any day.

“Yes, baby,” he moans, his fist
grasping harder at my hair. “Swallow it. All of it. Deep-throat
that fucking cock.”

Jay is as hard and thick as I’ve ever
seen him, so it’s not as easy to relax my throat and take the broad
head and solid shaft as I hoped. But I want to feel his balls
grinding against my face. I want to make him come. I want to
worship him, his cock, his body, everything about him. There’s no
saving me now that I’ve admitted that to myself.

When the head of Jay’s dick is nudged
far down my throat, and he’s panting and swearing, I reach behind
his balls to tickle the ultra-sensitive spot between his smooth
sack and his anus.

“Oh, fuck, Emma!” he pants, his head
thrown back. He steps back to jerk his dick out of my
mouth.

“No,” I pout, but then he’s pulling my
leash again, drawing to me my feet before pushing me onto the couch
and back against the arm. He hooks an elbow under each of my knees
and spreads my legs wide, lining his cock up with my hungry pussy.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Do it. Put it in me.”

“Like no one else ever could,” Jay
promises and sinks his member into my slit in one brutal thrust
that makes me squeal and arch. He leans in deep, looming over me,
spreading me wide, and hammers my pussy with all the frustration
built up over the last two days. “Tell me how much you love my cock
shoved deep in your cunt,” he pants.

“Oh, fuck, I do,” I gasp, clawing at
his shoulders and straining to meet his hips. “I love it when you…
Oh, god… When you ride me so hard and rough. I need it. I need you
to pound my tight pussy.”

He nips my jaw, jerking my head back
by my long hair. “You love being taken, don’t you? You love being
thrown down and used. You love being on your knees and being tied
down for me, don’t you? Say it.”

Squirming, I cling to Jay, my
beautiful, ruthless lover. “I love it when you take me. I love
being your dirty slut, your dirty little slave.”

“Don’t you fucking forget it,” he
barks, emphasizing each word with a savage jab of his hips. “Rub
your clit, Emma. Show me how much you want to come with my dick up
your cunt.”

My hand shakes as I stroke my engorged
nub feverishly. The fact that Jay is watching me, the hungry look
on his face, brings me to the brink of another climax in
seconds.

“I want to come,” I cry and whimper.
“Please, may I come?”

“That’s my little slave,” he says, and
my heart soars at his praise. “Come on my cock. Let me feel those
muscles.”

A few more seconds of stroking my
clit, and searing pleasure ignites in my groin, burning along the
nerves of my body like flame along a fuse. My hips pump wildly as I
climax, nudging and wiggling the plug still firmly planted in my
ass. My anus is twitching and pulsing, and I can’t think of
anything I need more now than Jay’s thick tool in that tight
channel. I collapse back, draped over the arm of the sofa, as I
shudder and sigh through my delight.

Sunk balls deep in my convulsing
pussy, Jay goes still, huffing and groaning. “Is that what you’ve
been waiting for all weekend? Was that the fucking you wanted?” I
nod, but then shake my head no. “What else? What else do you want,
baby?”

“Fuck my ass,” I plead, my voice quiet
and raw.

“What did you say?”

“Fuck my ass.”

Jay’s hips jab deeper.
“Louder.”

“Please, please, fuck my ass,” I cry.
“Take me. Make me yours.”

“Didn’t you just come?” he demands,
rocking his fat tool inside me, stretching my battered pussy.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

I wrap my arms around him, unable to
stop shaking. “I want to be yours. I surrender.”

With a groan from deep in his chest,
Jay slides his dick out of me, pausing to pant and steady himself
with one hand on the back of the sofa. Then he’s pushing my bent
legs toward my chest, angling my ass up for better access. So
carefully, he wiggles and works the butt plug out of my sore
asshole. When it’s gone, I feel like my little hole is gaping,
empty and needy.