The Dom with the Dark Eyes (3 page)

He
did.

He
came into her wet and ready cunt like an arrow finding its target and began to
move. Linsey matched him stroke for stroke, urging him on with her muscles. She
lifted her ass off the mattress, to beg for harder, deeper, longer. He was big,
but she opened for him and took him in, until she was certain his balls hit her
ass and the tip of his cock, her soul.

It
was needed, and she couldn’t get enough of him.

“More,
more oh hell more.” She chanted her plea like a mantra. “I need… argh, yes oh
hell, yes.” She sobbed and shook as he pushed deeply inside her and began to
shudder. “Like that, sweet fuck, just like…”

Wet
heat flooded her as Sir shouted and his climax hit him.

Linsey
saw stars, heard her cries of joy and held onto him for dear life.

Chapter Three

Rad
had no idea how long they lay there with his cock buried deep in her, and his
arms holding him off her. Eventually he sighed.

“I’ll
need to move or I’ll fall on you.”

 
“Fall then. I don’t care.” Her voice was
slurred as she grabbed his shoulders and tried to pull him down.

“You
would if you were squashed flat. Hold on tight.” He rolled them over so she
ended up on top of him. His softened dick slid out of her with a soft plop and
she sniggered and yawned.

"Shit
sorry, but I’ve just climbed a marathon, and run up Everest.”

“Pardon?
Do you mean that the other way round?”

“Probably.”
She reached down and patted his dick, which hardly had the strength to respond.
“Aww, did we wear you out?”

 
“Seems so. But I have good powers of
recovery.”

She
lifted her head up and her eyes shone through the slits in her mask.

Why are we still wearing them?
Rad decided not to ask. Somehow it
seemed fitting to keep that little bit of themselves private.

 
“Oh good. So do I.” She stroked his lower
cheek—the few centimeters not covered by his mask—and traced his lips with her thumb.
Rad nipped it and licked the spot.

“Then
shall we check out our stamina?”

She
was right.

It
was several hours later when her tummy rumbled and she rolled her eyes.

“Oops,
sorry, but we never ever did have anything to eat.”

Rad
rolled off the bed. “Let’s go forage.”

Cherry
stretched like a cat and something caught his eye.

“Is
that a tattoo under your arm?”

She
nodded. “A flogger. Why?”

 
He grinned and turned. “Mine is on my ass.”

Her
sharp intake of breath made up his mind. He turned around and flicked her chin.
“Want another one?”

She
twitched her lips. “Another tattoo?”

He
nodded. “To celebrate tonight.”

Cherry
was silent for a moment and then she grinned. “Oh I like the idea of that.
How?”

“Come
with me. I have a friend who’ll do it here without asking questions. I’ll make
some food and ring him.”

“At
this hour?”

Rad
smiled. “A night owl.”

“Then
I’ll cook and you ring him.”

He
came back five minutes later. “Around an hour and says keep enough bacon for us
all.”

 
Cherry lifted the pan off the hotplate. “Shall
we just wait then?”

“Well
if we do, how are we going to occupy our time?”

She
licked her lips again. “Oh I’m sure we can think of something.”

Rad
spread his arms wide. “Over to you, sweet Cherry.”

He
wasn’t sure if her smile was sultry, sexy or bloody scary. Behind her mask her
eyes widened and then she dipped her head.

“In
that case, Sir, you can call me Ma’am or Mistress.”

He
grinned. This could be interesting. He might admit to being a switch but it was
a hell of a long time since he’d subbed.

“Yes
ma’am.”

She
smiled. “I like that. I like that a lot. Tell me, Sir, and before you say
you’re subbing why are you still Sir, let’s say it’s now just a name eh? Like,
oh I don’t know Mickey or Fred.”

“Yes,
ma’am.” Why had she chosen those names? Did she know him, and know his given
names were Michael Frederick? Rad was sure it was a coincidence.

“Then,
Sir, go out onto the balcony and assume the position over the balustrade.”

He
nodded and forced his lips not to twitch. It seemed his sweet Cherry was in for
a bit of tit for tat. That suited him. He’d given the sting, not taken it for
an eon.

“The
playroom is all yours.”

“Oh
good,” His sweet Cherry almost cooed the word. “Because I don’t have my whips
with me.”

So
his lady played hard? Luckily, Rad thought, as he did as she’d asked and waited
for her to come to him, so did he.

Even
though he faced away from the house he sensed when she walked out onto the
balcony.

Her
perfume? Maybe, though he hadn’t scented any earlier. More the thought, like a
sense of wellbeing, of knowing this was what he wanted, and who with.

“Well
now, that is a sight for sore eyes.” Her voice was husky and she cleared her
throat.” And for sore rears. Now I think it’s time for you to show me how you
can take pain as well as hand it out.”

“Yes,
ma’am.” Rad welcomed the hot shot of adrenaline that flooded into him. His dick
grazed the wall and he gave thanks once more for the fact he’d insisted on a
smooth render finish.

“Then,
I must say I admire your collection of whips. This one is a perfect weight for
me. Color, sub?” Her voice deepened, became more authoritative and his sub persona
responded to it automatically.

“Color,
oh green, ma’am.” Rad had the strange sensation of slipping into sub space
without a stroke touching him. That was a first.

“Good,
then relax and enjoy.”

The
swish of a whip in the air was the only indication of how close and ready she
was. As the tip hit his ass he moaned.

“Green,
fuck it, I’d forgotten how it stung.”

“Then
let me remind you.”

As
he did to his subs, after each two strikes she stroked him. Whispered words of
encouragement and checked he was fine.

Rad
floated. The stings were sharp, hard and swift and he loved it. Embraced the
pain and let it roll through him.

Shit
he hadn’t realized just how much he needed to be on the receiving end.

He
could have stayed like that, as her strokes caressed his skin, and marked him
as hers forever.

“Shh,
that’s it, let it go.”

Dimly
Rad felt his face wet, and understood he was crying. Why for fuck sake?

“Ha…appy,”
he mumbled. “S'was good.”

 
“So, perfect, such a beautiful striped ass.
So, amazing, my Sir. So good. Now then. Can you walk?” Ma’am cuddled him close.
“Then we’ll find a tissue for your eyes and some salve for your ass. I went
hard on you.”

“Mmm.
Yes… Good.” Rad felt as if he was drunk. He leaned heavily onto her and
stumbled inside to flop on the bed, face down. “But I want… oh shit no not up
to me is it…. well I hope you want to make love… more than a fuck…” He felt
himself slip into sated sleep.

He
was sure she kissed him, and spoke oh so softly. “When you wake up, love we’ll
make love.”

He
thought he answered her with “Sounds good,” but he couldn’t be sure.

Rad
had no idea how long he rested for. It couldn’t have been long before he opened
his eyes and saw sweet Cherry sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Your
phone is making strange noises.” She held it out to him.

“Rhonda,
saying she’ll be a bit late.”

“Rhonda?”

“The
tattoo artist.”

“Ah,
so how long?”

At
least she hadn’t queried his choice of a female to tattoo them.

“Another
hour.” Sweet Cherry smiled. “Oh, good. Then I know a very good way of passing
the time.”

 
He grinned. “Dominoes?”

She
giggled. “If you want, but I thought you might like to make love with me.”

Rad
rolled over onto his back. “Well now as my rear is tender, either I fuck your
ass, take you doggy style or you do all the work and ride me.”

 
She tilted her head to one side. “And?”

“Well
I can’t say we’ll manage all of them but we could have a bloody good try. Grab
me a condom and let’s hope you’re about to have the ride of your life.”

****

Linsey’s
hand shook as she carefully rolled a condom over Rad’s hard cock, and smoothed
it down carefully. This night had turned out so much better than she could have
ever hoped.

“Now
ride me, sweet Cherry. Take me inside you and show me how you like it.”

Rad
held her waist as she slid down onto his hard dick and let him fill her. Then
she rode him as he asked. Linsey slid onto his cock and took him deep inside
her, before she rose up and just held the tip inside her channel.

He
groaned and urged her on. Their breathing was harsh and the only sounds she
could hear.

“Now
let me fuck you from behind.” He lifted her up and his cock left her.

Why
did she feel empty? She didn’t have time to analyze it because Sir with the
dark eyes moved to kneel behind her. “On your knees.”

 
His Dom persona was back. Linsey couldn’t have
cared if he’d told her to hang from the ceiling. She was more than happy to
obey.

“On
your knees, head on the pillow and brace yourself.”

His
cock nudged her pussy even as she scrambled to do as he asked, and then she
took a deep breath as once more he filled her.

He
gave no mercy and rode her hard, his balls hit her with every forceful push and
somehow he managed to play and nip her clit and stay stable at the same time.

“I’m
gonna c…”

 
“You are
not.”
He pulled out of her so forcefully she almost fell onto her tummy. However Sir
held her securely, and kissed her on each rounded globes of her ass in turn.

“Need
to redden these again.” Three hard slaps on each cheek made her gasp and him
chuckle. “That’s better. Now my love shall we complete the trio? You ass so
wants me to fuck it. It’s red, eager and waiting.”

Why not?
“Please, Sir.”

“Good
girl. Then give me a sec. No, don’t move, just think how I’m going to push past
your muscles and fill your dark and secret hole. How tight you’re going to be and
how good it will feel when I’m buried deep inside you.”

Her
skin prickled. Anal wasn’t something she was usually over fond of. Now though?
Her heart thudded faster than she thought possible. Now she was eager, and
wanted to feel that sting.

“Ready?’

“Oh
yes, Sir.”

No
sooner had she spoke, than she felt the head of his cock as it probed the
entrance to her ass. Linsey did her best to relax and regulate her breathing,
but it was hard.

So is his cock and it’s big and god
I’m hyperventilating. I want it. I want him and arghh
….”Ah, yes god, so good so ouchy…
so fuck it…yes.” She screamed as he bottomed out and began to move, slowly at
first and then ever faster. She rocked on her knees and met him thrust for
thrust.

“Oh,
Lord, Sir, oh yes, more now more.”

 
“Gonna come, got to come with me oh, yes.”

She
screamed as she came and screamed again as he nipped her clit and groaned.
“Now…Fuck yes.” His shout of exultation was all she needed.

****

Whoever
said getting a tattoo was akin to a good whipping didn’t know what they were
talking about. Linsey wished she could zone out and come back to reality when
it was all over. Give her the whipping any day.

Compared
to her tiny underarm ink this was ten times bigger and fifty times more
painful.

Gah, I’m turning into a wimp.

 
Each tiny prick on her mound was fucking sore,
and she held her breath, bit her lip and squeezed Sir’s hand until both his and
her knuckles where white. However, as each flake of ink added to the picture
Rhonda created, Linsey’s heart swelled.

 
Was it stupid to want this little connection
with someone she had no intention of seeing again?

She
decided not.

“There,
all done.” Rhonda held a mirror so Linsey could see the design.

She
loved it.

“Now
you, Sir?”

 
He nodded. “On my dick.”

“You
can’t.” Both women spoke at once.

“Why
not?”

 
“Well, because who’s going to hold it taut?”
Rhonda asked. “I know I’m brilliant but I don’t want to be responsible for holding
your junk and tattooing on it at the same time.”

“Cherry?”

Linsey
shrugged. “I’ll hold it. My no was because I thought it just wasn’t feasible.”

 
Rhonda laughed. “Everywhere is feasible. Come
on then, let’s do it.”

The
next half an hour was one of the most surreal moments of her life. The minute
she took hold of Sir’s cock it hardened. The second Rhonda closed in with her
needles it softened.