Dominique (8 page)
“Your pleasure is mine to give you.
I
own
your orgasms.
You do not
have
them unless I specifically allow it.
Nod your head if you understand.”
I nodded urgently.
I would have invaded
Poland
if he’d let me cum.
God, that vibrator was so close.
Then it was gone.
“
Mmmm
!
Mmmm
!”
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
“
Mmmmmmm
!”
The sound rang in my ears.
Pop.
Pop
.
I writhed in abject terror, trying to rid myself of the bites of his crop on my inner thighs.
Held fast, there was no escape.
Pop
.
I never even thought of the ‘red’ word.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
It just wasn’t that bad.
It smarted, but it hurt for only for a moment.
Pop
.
Do-able.
I can do this.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop
.
“
Mmmmm
...”
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
My head lolled back on my shoulders as he walked around me.
Pop
.
Mmmmm
, yes on my ass.
“
Mmmmm
...”
Pop.
Pop
.
“
Mmmmmmmm
...”
Pop.
My whole body was beginning to shake.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop
.
I felt a trickle of my juice run underneath me.
This was so fucking good!
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop
.
I wiped my forearm across my brow and tossed the crop on the floor.
Dominique’s eyes were closed and she moaned softly, writhing in her bondage.
My cock was erect and bent down the leg of my pants uncomfortably, throbbing indecently.
Gazing down upon her, I discarded thoughts of denying myself.
She looked too good.
I rolled her erect nipples and she groaned in need.
Her pussy was engorged and wet, sparkling in the half-light.
Unbuckling the ball gag, I threw it on the floor and kissed her passionately, my hands in her hair.
Stepping back, I practically tore my pants from my lower body, groaning in relief as my cock leapt free.
Dominique’s eyes opened wide as I wrapped my fingers around it, fisting it to full hardness.
“Yes!” she hissed, struggling to move closer.
“Please!”
“Beg me, Dominique!” I said through clenched teeth, holding her steady.
“Beg me to fuck you!”
“Please, please!
Fuck me, fuck me hard!” she gasped against my mouth as I kissed her again.
With a hand around her ass and bent knees, I worked the head of my cock into her.
She was so tight I had to steady my prick with my fist so it didn’t bend in the middle and do me an injury.
Finally straightening my legs, I groaned as I pressed my pelvis against her, my cock fully sheathed in her slickly molten cunt.
Gripping her ass tightly, I started rocking her back and forth, feeling every inch of my cock sliding in and out of her.
“Oh, God!
Harder!
Harder!” she gasped.
Moving my hands to her hips, I held her away from me, and we both watched my soaked shaft slowly appear as I drew back my hips.
“Not yet,” I sighed, sinking into her again.
“
Oohhh
...”
My hands held her tightly, drawing her pussy up and down the length of my cock, slowly gathering speed.
I kissed her again.
I could have kissed her forever.
Dominique’s head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open as she began to tremble in my hands.
“Please!
Please!
I’m g...
gonna
cum!” she cried, her breath catching in her chest.
“Cum!” I groaned, thrusting into her again and again.
“
Ohhhhh
,
yessss
!” she moaned, shuddering uncontrollably.
Harder and harder I fucked her, feeling my own orgasm building, ready to boil.
She shook and whimpered and I reamed her so hard the beam above was creaking.
Suddenly she stiffened and her pussy clamped.
She was coming again!
“
Oohhh
,
Godd
!!”
“
OhhhhhHHHH
!
FUCK!
YES!”
It was my own voice.
My tingling balls contracted as they slapped against her dripping wet ass.
My thighs shook and I gave in.
I slammed deeply into Dominique one last time and exploded.
My cock lurched and I released.
“
Ohhhh
, sweet Jesus!
Ohhh
!
Ohh
!”
Again and again my cock throbbed and pumped hot cum into Dominique’s twitching and grasping pussy.
I threw my head back and slammed into her again.
I held myself there.
Mouth open.
Breathing hard.
Panting.
Releasing the iron grip I had on her ass, I held her hips as I ground out my pleasure.
I kissed her neck, enjoying the feeling of her tight slick hotness around me, and her smooth hips in my hands.
I sighed and opened my eyes.
“What is it, pet?” I asked, reaching up to brush away the tears that ran down her cheeks.
“Oh, Sir ... It’s just ... I’ve never ...” she said haltingly, breathing hard.
“It’s never been like that ... I never knew it could be like that.”
I unbuckled her wrists and she rubbed them, sitting deeper in the swing.
Taking her chin in my hand, I brought her eyes to mine.
“We have only just begun,” I whispered.
“And you are not finished yet, Dominique.”
“No, Sir?”
“No pet, it’s clean-up time.”
I made no move to
unstrap
her thighs or unbuckle her ankles.
I looked at her and grinned.
“Um, this girl doesn’t understand, Sir.
Don’t you need to untie her so she can do as you ask?”
“Not yet.”
“Oh Sir, please help her to know!”
She looked adorable, pleading for direction, the look on her face a cross between eagerness to please and fear that she hadn’t noticed something obvious.
She looked like she might cry.
I teased her no more.
“It is your duty to clean your body and mine after sex.
You are also required to clean up any mess we have made.”
She looked at me questioningly and I pointed at her pussy, awash with her juices and my sperm, steadily dripping to the floor below her.
My pointed finger then scanned up her body to her mouth.
Realisation
dawned on her and she blushed hotly.
Her eyes went downwards at first but from her angle I doubted she could see anything.
“
Ohhh
,” she groaned, as she slid two fingers into her pussy.
A moment later she was sucking them clean, then reaching down to do it again.
Soft mewing sounds began to escape her mouth between sucks.
Quietly I moved around behind her, taking her by the shoulders and drawing her back in the swing.
She adjusted her weight and I tipped her head back further, smiling down on her as I pressed my cock to her lips.
With my hands supporting her shoulders, she opened her mouth and her fingers wrapped around my ass.
I moaned softly as she cleaned me off.
When I slid my half hard cock from her mouth, her sodden fingers immediately replaced it.
She was someplace else.
I undid the straps and buckles binding her, letting her legs down.
They flopped open like a rag doll and she continued her work oblivious.
She was mumbling something to herself and raising her hips as she buried her fingers once again.
My words broke her reverie only momentarily.
“Don’t forget the floor, Dominique.
I’ll take a shower and return in a few minutes.
You may cum, but only once.
We have much to do.”
“
Mmmmmm
... Yes, Sir.”
The image of Dominique swaying gently back and forth in the swing, her fingers moving from her pussy to her mouth, was burned into my memory forever.
Chapter 3
I decided a few moments alone with her thoughts would be helpful to Dominique.
Stopping in the doorway and buckling my belt, I gazed back at her while she swung back and forth in her own world.
Now, THAT is a beautiful sight
.
There was more for Dominique to learn, and much more she would discover, but for now she could relax.
A smile played across my lips as I took one last look at her, then went to take a shower.
It’s strange how sometimes I have to remember to take a breath.
As if not taking one will keep me safe.
Or perhaps that taking one will break a spell.
But I did remember to take a breath, and the spell wasn’t broken.
And I
did
feel safe.
My nudity hadn’t even
occurred
to me.
I felt alive.
So
alive.
My skin tingled and my pussy was swollen.
Feeling the collar around my neck while I fingered myself, the thought occurred to me that I felt
owned
.
It was so strange, because at the same time, I felt completely free for the first time in my life.