The Domination of Diana (2 page)

The first five or six blows increased steadily in force. Not only did her ass burn from his abuse, but the pain continued down her legs as he struck her upper thighs. After number seven, he inserted the neck of his beer bottle into her wet cunt. She moaned as he maneuvered it in and out. Without warning he removed the stem and inserted it in her tight hole.

Her hands came off the ground as her back stiffened. “Relax, Bitch, I know you like it in the ass.” He was right. She liked the violation and lack of control over her own body. He pushed the bottle deeper. “Before tonight is over, you will beg me to fuck your ass." With the bottle’s neck no longer visible, he reached down and pinched her clitoris. The tension within her mounted. He pinched harder and she erupted, her body quaking in convulsions.

“Did I give you permission to come?”

Diana didn’t answer. She hung limply over his legs, surrendering to his punishment. He removed the bottle and continued his sentence.

When the number reached fifteen Diana exhaled. “Thank you, Sir, for your correction.”

With cruelty and amusement he proclaimed, “Now, you will receive the additional five for your earlier response."

Diana’s sore ass cried for help. She stiffened and pleaded, “Please, Sir, no more. It hurts too much.”

His cock strained under her ribs, she remembered his earlier words. “Please, Sir, fuck me. Fuck my ass. Let me suck you." Tears of desperation flowed down her cheeks. “Just no more spankings, please…” she begged.

Liam laughed and pushed her from his lap onto the floor, the rough carpet assaulted her abused behind. Diana looked up at his expression, quickly scrambled to her belly, and kissed his shoes. “Thank you, Sir."

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head. “Let’s see if you can earn a reduced sentence." Liam handed her the empty brown long necked bottle, “I want to watch, as you fuck yourself with this.”

Leaning back onto her tender ass, she lifted her knees and exposed her sopping wet cunt. Pushing the bottle beyond her sensitive lips, her swollen pussy held no resistance. Obeying his command, Diana started to move it in and out. The wider part of the bottle rubbed her clitoris with each thrust, as she bounced her sore ass on the abrasive carpet. Liam continued his instructions, “Seize your nipple with your other hand." She did, tenderly caressing the tip. “Pinch it. Squeeze it with your nails." Diana did as he commanded. Tears fell from her eyes as electricity shot through her body. Soon, her moans and gyrations increased in rhythm and intensity. His harsh words shredded her bliss. “Did I give you permission to come?”

Diana’s eyes opened in fright, the edge was so near. She’d already broken that rule once tonight. Stilling the glass cone and releasing her tortured nub, she fought the current that pulled her toward the rapids of climax. “No, Sir.” she managed feebly.

“I also didn’t give you permission to stop. Keep humping.”

“But, Sir, I will come, if I keep going.”

He reached down and slapped her breasts. He enjoyed watching the firm round globes redden at his touch. Diana sucked her bottom lip when he contacted the left nipple. It still hurt from her nails. He slapped them again. “You need to learn self-control." She didn’t respond. The pain in her tits and pleasure in her cunt had her on the brink of orgasm. “Troy will thank me one day for training you, won’t he?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it, and keep the bottle moving.”

She obeyed, moving the bottle in and out of her cunt. “Troy will…”

Liam interrupted, “My fiancé.”

Diana concentrated, “My fiancé, will thank you for training me to be a good slave.”

“Have you been a good slave?”

Feeling the rush of intensity as her cunt began to spasm she tried unsuccessfully to hide her climax, “I... have … tried, Sir." The words were breathy and came in gasps.

“Give me the bottle." She sheepishly handed him the slippery bottle, now covered in her juices. He placed the butt of the bottle between his knees, “Clean it.” She crawled to his feet and began to lick the bottle clean.

I am such a slut
, Diana thought, as she sucked her own fluids from the smooth glass neck. Degraded and abused, her cunt began to tighten again. She could feel the juices leak from her pussy. More than anything, she wanted Liam’s cock in her mouth, not this bottle. Between slurps she begged, “Please, Sir, please may I suck your cock?”

“Do you deserve my cock?”

“No, Sir, I am just a slut. I promise I will service you well.”

Liam undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. His engorged shaft escaped the confines of his boxers. Although she knew his anatomy, Diana still marveled at his size. He was so much larger than Troy. Now fully erect, his cock stood taller than the bottle between his knees. “Keep cleaning the bottle." She obeyed, purposely allowing her hair and face to touch his now twitching erection. “You are a conniving bitch, aren’t you?"

“Yes, Sir." The intermittent beeps of his phone faded into the sounds of her suction on this wet bottle. The unanswered texts were probably from her fiancé, but at this moment she no longer felt guilty. Instead, Diana was overwhelmed with desire. Her pussy ached in anticipation of Liam’s rock hard shaft. She continued to lick the bottle, tasting her own juice, feeling his precum moisture on her cheek, and smelling his musky fragrance. “Please, Sir.” Diana begged between slurps.

“You want my cock, slave?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.” She was careful not to stop servicing the bottle. He hadn’t given her permission to stop. Liam grabbed a fist full of her long silky hair, causing her to disconnect from the glass shaft. He threw the bottle to the side. Diana heard it roll onto the kitchen tile. She couldn’t see it. He had her head poised over the glistening tip of his erection. Their eyes connected as he loosened his grip. She wanted to dive onto his cock and feel it all the way past her tongue. She knew how it tasted and how it felt. But she waited for his permission. His gaze held all the power. She stared into the icy blue eyes, waiting.

When they first started this relationship, she had to fight the urge to gag while sucking him. His tip pressed against the back of her throat.

***

The first time she serviced his cock, they were in Troy’s apartment. The three of them had been laughing, drinking, and watching a movie. The tension between Diana and Liam had been building for a longtime. Diana knew he was attracted to her, and admittedly liked to see his strain. Sometimes she would intentionally rub past him or expose too much cleavage. As much as she loved Troy, she couldn’t resist Liam’s confidence and control. His dominating personality compelled her, like a moth to light. She enjoyed pushing him. In her mind, it was just a game.

That is until that night – Troy fell asleep near the end of the movie, and Liam took control. He indicated for Diana to follow him down the hall. At that moment, she was helpless to resist.

He directed her into the extra bedroom, the one Troy used as an office. With a picture of her and Troy staring at her, from her boyfriend’s desk, she showed little resistance when Liam spoke. “I am sick and tired of you flaunting yourself around me. You are a slut and a tease." He held her shoulders with a force she’d never felt before. It made her knees weak. “You need to be taught a lesson." Despite his hushed tone, the authority in his voice as well as his degrading words stifled a verbal response. Instead, she simply nodded.

She had, had fantasies like this, being made to cooperate, to obey. Diana had imagined the pleasure of a strong willed man, forcing her cooperation not with the fear of pain, but with total unbridled power. In those fantasies she would be made to do things against her will, perhaps even forced to beg, or be bound. Sometimes by herself, Diana would bind her own wrists with scarves, just to know what it would feel like. However, in these scenarios the man with control, with absolute power over her entire being is Troy. As the fantasy became reality, it wasn’t Troy. It was his best friend.

Fighting the rapid mix of emotions, she found her voice, though weak, “Liam, no. I can’t. Troy is right down the hall.”

“Then you’d better be quiet." He pushed her down. Her knees gave no resistance as she knelt at his feet. “You will learn your place. A slut like you should be on her knees. You can’t tease, without repercussions."

“Please, Liam...”

Holding a fist full of hair, he continued his instructions, “Unzip my jeans." She obeyed. The first sight of him caused her to gasp. “You are going to suck me like a vacuum.” The realization of their actions caused her to cry, she didn’t want to hurt Troy. However, the pain in her hair ignited spasms in her cunt. His control was so fucking erotic. She opened her mouth and slowly took him in. He didn’t want slowly. Pulling her head toward him, he thrust himself deep. Her body buckled, yet he continued the pressure. “Relax your throat, like a good slut. Let’s see if Troy has taught you well." She tried to relax and concentrate on pleasing the mammoth shaft that now fucked her mouth. His balls hit her chin as he humped and humped. When he was on the verge of eruption she tried to back away. Never, had anyone come in her mouth. Liam’s hold didn’t relent. Diana had no control. Her mouth, hell her entire body, would do whatever he demanded. “No fucking way are you leaving me unfulfilled." He pushed deeper as his back arched. “And bitch, I’m gonna fill you. You will swallow every last drop."

His words terrified her, but her sopping wet panties told the real story. Before she could process the situation her mouth filled with his warm emission. The pulsing cock continued to shoot streams and streams down the back of her throat. Diana had no choice but to swallow feverishly. The slurping sounds added to her humiliation and his orgasm. When he was done, he told her to lick him clean. She did, even sucking the balls that had been bouncing off her chin.

Next, he held her shoulders and helped her stand. She stared into his light blue eyes. His arrogant expression made her look away. That is, until his hand slipped down the front of her sweatpants and under the band of her lacy panties. Diana gasped, “No, Liam, please.”

Two of his fingers easily slid into her wet cunt. “My god, you are a slut. You are sopping wet."

Her cheeks burnt with shame as her pussy contracted around his fingers. She didn’t answer. Her body pushed against his. It made no sense. Troy was only twenty feet away, yet she wanted to fuck Liam’s fingers. Instead, he pulled them out purposely tweaking her clit, making her body shutter. “Okay, slut. Clean my fingers. We don’t want your boyfriend smelling
your
cum on
my
hands.”

She stiffened her back. “You are an ass. Go wash your damn hands and don’t ever touch me again." Diana turned to walk away. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. The back of her head felt the thump of his heart, as he forced his fingers to her mouth.

“Lick them nice and clean." His voice came harsh at her ear. Smelling her own fluids, she decided to teach him a lesson. She opened her mouth. Diana’s intention was to bite. He must have sensed her plans. Keeping his voice low, his ruthless words cut her down exposing his power. “Think about it, bitch. If you bite me, I will punish you right now. I will spank that tight ass and you won’t have those sweatpants or wet panties for protection."

Diana remembered thinking,
this can’t be happening. What if Troy hears us?

“Those panties will be in your mouth, a gag to keep you quiet." She dutifully licked his fingers. When he determined they were clean, he asked if she wanted to complain.

Turning around to face him, Diana sheepishly replied, “No.”

“When we are alone you will show me the respect I deserve. Do you understand?”

Her chastised posture caused her head to drop demurely. “Yes.”

“Say, yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir." Her eyes remained downcast, in respect to the man who now dominated her.

***

Tonight, she wouldn’t gag as she took in his erect cock. Diana knew how to accommodate his massive shaft, not only accommodate, worship. Liam’s eyes held more power than a thousand ropes. Diana waited, bound by the invisible chains. He held her gaze for so long, she involuntarily whimpered. Then, without speaking, his eyes granted her the permission she sought. Diana took him deep. The musky scent and salty taste were like nectar from the gods, from her god.

Liam leaned back and held her head. This erection had been building since the pub. He humped and humped making her take all he had to give. Of course, she greedily accepted everything he shot into her mouth.

When he was done, and Diana had licked him clean, he told her to get him another beer. He didn’t command her to crawl, however she did, on all fours. This display of submission rewarded Liam with a great view of her newly marked ass. Diana’s cunt ached with need, but her chest filled with the satisfaction of pleasing her master.

She sat at his feet while he drank his beer and continued texting. Every now and then, he would allow her a sip of his beer. After each offering, she would thank him. More than anything Diana longed for him to fuck her pussy. The suspense made her fidget, unconsciously rubbing her cunt, with the ankle she had tucked under her body.

Liam smiled at her discomfort. “I am leaving. Troy won’t wait much longer. Maybe I will take him somewhere where he can get a real fuck. You know, with someone who knows what she’s doing." His cruel words made her eyes tear. “Oh, and by the way no masturbating and no sex with anyone else, until I give you permission.”

Diana’s eyes opened wide. The tears that had been teetering on her lids fell onto her cheeks. “Please, Liam. Don’t you think you have hurt Troy enough?”

His reaction was fast, in the form of a slap across her left cheek. “I am not hurting Troy. You are and you will.”

“I don’t want to hurt him.” she whimpered.

“Bitch, that ship’s sailed, don’t you think?”

“But, what will I say? Why would I suddenly cut him off?”

Liam’s menacing laugh made Diana shiver, “I don’t give a fuck what you say. I do suggest you sound convincing. You
will
do as I say. If you don’t, the next time I see you, tonight’s punishment will be a happy memory." He lifted her downturned face toward his, with a fistful of blonde hair. Her red eyes and running nose exposed her desperation. “What do you say, slut?”