Retraining the Dom (9 page)

When he finally pulled the
corset apart and saw her naked breasts, he caught his breath. Each nipple had a
ring in it holding the other ends of the chain. The phoenix curved around one
breast, its teeth about to bite her right nipple. It actually looked more like
a dragon than a phoenix, except for the flames it was flying out of.

“Did you have this done when
you were a sub?”

“No, actually.
I didn’t.”

“Then why? Surely you know
the signal this gives off of you being submissive.”

Olivia laughed, but it was a
harsh sound.
“Yeah, sure.
It was a reminder that part
of me is a sub, but hidden. Just like most of the tattoo.”

He sat forward, his hands
gripping the arms of the chair to hold her still when she started to rise.
“Tell me why you became a
Domme
.”

She was tense and angry, but
he wasn’t letting this one go, and he held her down until she relented.

“Tell me.” His voice was
firm, but soft, almost pleading, knowing somehow that demands wouldn’t work
with her.

“My husband was more
submissive than I was. It’s that simple.”

Trey sighed. He suspected
there was more to it, but now wasn’t the time to force the issue further.
“Thank you. Now that deserves a reward, whether you are sub or Mistress.”

He raised his hands to clasp
each of her full breasts. Olivia was a voluptuous woman. At her age she probably
had to work hard in the gym to keep her stomach flat. Well, flatter than some
women her age. He never liked women with six packs, but he equally didn’t like
those who didn’t keep trim. Olivia was just right, and her breasts were simply stunning.

“God, these are gorgeous.”
Even he was surprised by the awe in his voice.

“They are sagging.”

“No, they’re not. They are
perfect.
So many of the young subs who come through the club
have small, perky breasts, or, even worse, large, artificial ones.”

She tried once more to sit
up. “That’s it. Let me go. Mine are not pert anymore.”

Trey held her hands to the
arms of the chair. “You are missing the point, my love. I don’t like perky. I
want full-bodied with generous dark nipples.” Just like hers.

That obviously stunned her, and
she slumped down suddenly. Moving his hands back to her breasts, his thumbs rubbed
the hard nipples causing her to arch her back. He then took hold of each ring
and tugged just slightly, not sure how sensitive they were.

“Oh God.
Trey!”
She sat forward and
gripped hold of his upper arms. He wasn’t sure if she meant to hold him still
or stop him, but she sure was panting heavily.

He released one of her
breasts.

“
Nooo
.”

Trey found himself enjoying
the submissive side of Olivia for a change. He took hold of the chain pulling
it gently, then harder. It was the breast with the phoenix tattooed on it.

Her breath came out in a whoosh,
and her nails dug into him.

Stopping, he dropped his
head and licked around the breast following the line of the phoenix’s head down
to the abused nipple, gathering it into his mouth taking in the ring as well.
The chain came out the side of his mouth. He sucked hard at first, and then reduced
the intensity, licking around the now puckered point tickling it with his
tongue before letting it fall out his mouth with a wet pop and tinkle of chain.

Olivia leaned back in her
chair with a sigh. “That’s so good.” Her voice sounded unusually high pitched.

Trey genuinely couldn’t
remember when he was last happy to please a woman. “Glad you liked it. Now
there is something you can do for me since I am in desperate need here. The
sight of those luscious tits chained like that has sent me skyrocketing, and I
am going to blow.”

As he stood up and unzipped
his jeans, pushing them down carefully, he swiftly set them aside along with
his underwear. It was a relief to release his throbbing cock from the tight
confines. Olivia giggled. He was engorged, nearly pointing vertically, very hard
and dark red with need.

“Poor
baby.
Did you want me to suck it again? Did you like it so
much last time?”

“Nope.”

Her face fell, and he
chuckled.

“I want to tit-fuck you
instead.”

As she
raised
her eyes to his he could see she was obviously astonished by his suggestion.

Taking advantage of her
surprise he softly asked, “May I, Mistress Olivia?”

She nodded her head, unable
to resist his entreaty, as he knew she would. But this wasn’t about topping her,
or forcing her to be submissive. He genuinely wanted to do this.

“Take each breast in a palm
of your hand and hold them out.”

 
When she did as he asked he moved in. Olivia pushed
her sumptuous globes together around his throbbing cock. It was a good thing
the chair was quite high and she was tall, but she still had to lift them up to
encase him as she eased forward to sit on the edge of the chair.

“That’s it, baby.
Just right.”
He then started thrusting, slowly at first, to
ascertain the correct positioning needed to get the right amount of friction,
and then faster. His hands reached to her shoulders gripping her tightly to him
as he rocked against her quicker and quicker, relishing the clench of her
breasts around him, soft yet firm, as she held them together. He was lost in a
dream wondering if her pussy would feel similar around his cock.

Olivia then interrupted his
reverie to choose that moment to remind him that, while he might have the upper
hand, she was still the
Domme
here. “Trey, don’t
come.”

He momentarily stopped. “
What!”

She laughed strongly,
clearly back in control. Trey really enjoyed it.
Livvy
might be loud, but it was a full-bodied and warm sound.

His lips twitched as he
wanted to join in, amused at the situation. How exactly had she managed to get
him to enjoy being dominated? Somehow it didn’t matter. With her it was just
fun. But then she started squeezing him tightly between her tits as she rocked
against him. “I didn’t say stop. It’s just that I haven’t given you permission
to come yet.”

Unable to resist her movement
he started thrusting again. His face screwed up in agony.
“For
God’s sake,
Livvy
.”

“What was that? Were you
asking for release?” Her voice was thick with sarcasm.

“Please.” He winked at her.

Instead she raised an
eyebrow and didn’t move.

Trey sighed. “You are such a
bitch.”

That was obviously not the
right thing to say because a shuttered look came over her face, and she let her
breasts go.

“
All right!
All right.”
He softened his
voice. “Please may I come, Mistress Olivia?” Trey stopped, his body shaking, as
he held back his semen by strength of will.

Olivia gathered her globes
once more, although her mouth was still pursed. “Not sure you deserve this.”

“I’m sorry.
Really!”
He gave her his best pleading look. The sort his
subs gave him, hoping it would work more on her than theirs did on him.

She snorted.
“Jeez, Trey.
You try my patience, you really do.” But it
worked as she pressed her breasts firmly around him, squeezing him tightly and
gave him his release softly saying, “Come, my love.”

The sound of her endearment
rather than her action did it.

“
Ahhhh
!”
He
shouted his climax loudly as his spunk went all over her breasts, on and on
until he finally stopped and leaned forward, his head drooping in exhaustion,
and he gripped her shoulders tightly as the last few drops came out.

Olivia starred down at her semen-covered chest, which looked as if the
phoenix had spewed out a mess of white gloop. “Jesus, Trey. How much stuff have
you got up your junk?”

Chapter
Seven

“Bondage is the lesson
today.”

Olivia knew this was
something he had been resisting.

“Trey.”
She waited until he looked at her. “I know you don’t
want this, but you must, or you will fail your training and you’ve improved so
much.” It was true, although she had never really gotten to the reason he
lashed out at Marilyn that time, and wondered what his mother had done to him.
But it wasn’t something she could force him to confess, any more than Trey
could get her to reveal secrets of the past.
 

“Fine.”
He spat this out as he glared at her.

She simply raised an eyebrow
and waited for a proper response.

“Fine, Mistress.” Well, the
tone might be sarcastic, but at least he remembered her title this time.

Olivia was actually enjoying
their confrontations. Much more than she thought she would. It was fun to lock
heads with him knowing he had to give way to her for the sake of his
retraining. However, she was now desperate to have sex with him, but it was
something that just couldn’t happen. She couldn’t run the risk that he would
top her, again. Once upon a time she would have loved him to dominate her, but
too many years had gone by since then.

Putting her hands on her
hips she gave him an order.
“On the bed.
Now!”

Trey’s mouth twitched at her
command, but did as she demanded—a little too eagerly she pondered. He might
think she wanted him there for sex, as she had commanded him to strip his
clothes off when he arrived in the room, but actually she had other ideas.

“Arms
over your head.”

He hesitated. “Are you still
with your husband, Olivia?”

“
What?
” She blanched. Why on earth was he asking that now? She
turned the question back on him. “Oh, I see, hoping to divert my attention in
the hope that I won’t tie you properly.
Hmm, eh, Trey?
I know how your mind works. The answer is, no, I’m not.”

He hesitated as if he wanted
to ask more, but got on the bed. Olivia ruminated, as she bound his arms
together tying him to the spindle in the headboard. She knew from his file that
he had never been married. She must ask him why sometime, although she
suspected it would be a similar reason to her, never wanting to allow anyone to
get too close.

When he tugged, clearly checking
if she had left any room for him to get out, he grimaced when he found he was
well and truly tied, and she was pleased.

Olivia had used bondage rope,
the kind that was thick and soft, so it didn’t chafe the skin, but she was well
experienced in bondage and knew her business. It was tight enough for him not to
be able to slip out, but didn’t dig in.

Now she had him restrained
she began to relax. Moving to the bottom of the bed she sharply tapped his
shin.
“Legs apart.”

Trey narrowed his eyes and quickly
drew his knees together holding them away from her.
“Oh no.
No, no, no, no, no.”

She was astonished by his
reaction, although she wasn’t really that bothered about restraining his legs.
She was planning something else. The look on his face, though, gave her a
moment of reflection. Was he teasing her, or was he scared?
Surely not the latter.
This is Trey we’re talking about.

“Is this a hard limit for
you, Trey?” Olivia frowned as she asked this question. She was sure he hadn’t
raised this when they discussed limits during that first meeting at the restaurant.

He seemed to hold back a
grin.
“Yup.
Didn’t I mention it earlier when we talked
about likes and dislikes?”

She was suspicious, and
stared at him intently.

“Hmm.
You know you didn’t.” His head was turned as if he
was avoiding her gaze under the guise of looking at the rope. He might be
genuine, but she wasn’t sure she believed him. However, she gave him the
benefit of the doubt this time and moved away to the cupboard before returning
with a feather. It was long, and pink, and attached to a rod.

He turned to look at her
again, and his face was a picture of confusion. If he was playing a game with
her it was instantly forgotten as he must be wondering what she was going to do
with the item she held. She wafted it around in the air and then used it to
point to his limbs. It might seem innocuous, but it gave her the same feeling
as holding a cane. Props could be so useful in this business.

“Lower your legs. Even if I
don’t restrain them I want them down and open, mister.”

Trey did as she asked with
no hesitation. She guessed he would be intrigued to see where she was going
with this. However, when she brushed the feather up the inside of his leg to
his thigh he nearly spurted on the bed as pre-cum dribbled down his erect cock.
He drew his legs back up with a cry.
“
Ahhhhhh
!”