The Dom's Dilemma (5 page)

 
"Good. Let me remove this pretty scrap of
lace." He edged her thong off and warm air teased her pussy. "Now,
kitten walk forward until you reach the arm of the sofa and bend over it. Put
your head on the seat." He didn't move his hand from her crotch. If anything
he moved it closer to the entrance of her pussy.

Seonagh
shivered and her fingers itched. It was so not easy to walk when he teased her
cunt like that. A short sharp tap on her ass made her yip, jump, and squawk.

"Exactly,
move it, kitten. My patience isn't inexhaustible. When I say jump, you say how
high, Sir and do it."

How
she wanted to. Sometimes discretion won over her impulsiveness, and she
admitted, snottiness. This was one of them. Seonagh gripped her ankles and
shuffled forward until her head bumped into the arm of the settee. Then she
draped herself over it and wondered what the hell she looked like with her ass
stuck up in the air. At least she'd dressed in a new and not raggedy lacy thong
for him to remove. Some of them were, she accepted, more than a bit past their
best.

The
coarse tweed material of the seat tickled her cheek and she twitched her nose.
She always knew her lack of domestic eagerness would call her out one day. Dust
teased her nostrils and she sneezed. "Bloody dust bunnies. Just have to
get in on the act."

"
Steen
eyia sue
—bless you."

She
sneezed again. "Thank you.
All done now."

"I'm
glad to hear it," Claudio said gravely. "Cradle your head on your
elbows if it makes it more comfortable."

He
stilled his questing fingers, on the soft skin between her clit and channel.
Seonagh wriggled and got into what she hoped was the best position for what? To
be smacked like a recalcitrant child. Could she accept that?

"Perfect, kitten."
He began to stroke her pussy.
"And oh so bare here.
Just what my subbie needs."

God,
I hope so, all of it. I'm so not sure. But, nothing ventured and all that.

"You
remember your safe words?" His voice was low, soothing and curled around
her like a comfort blanket. "Tell me, kitten."

“Red,
stop, yellow stop I need to ask something, green go on."

"Good,
kitten." A large and slightly calloused hand caressed the globes of her
ass, in gentle, unthreatening circles. She loved it.
The
touch, the hint of things to come, the scent of him, which surrounded her.
Male, dominant and all for her.
The way her clit
throbbed and her pussy muscles clenched in anticipation, plus the wetness now
coating her thighs were more than a turn on. Could you come from expectation
alone? Seonagh cleared her mind and let
herself
feel.

"Stay
like that, kitten. Your ass is so pretty, quivering and ready to be reddened. I
won't be a moment."

Footsteps
receded and Seonagh listened to the noise of a door opening.
The
kitchen?
Probably though she had no idea why. Maybe he wanted to wash
his hands or something. A few moments later she heard it—she assumed it was the
same door—close and the gentle thud of footsteps on carpet as they approached.

He
touched the crown of her head.

"You
know why I'm punishing you, don't you?"

Do
I?
She tore her
mind away from his touch. "Um, you said I was bratty."
 
Whatever you mean by that.

"You
were.
Bratty to me in your responses to my questionnaire.
Bratty to your fathers the other week.
That is not
acceptable, kitten. Ten punishment spanks."

Ten?

 
"Thank me, kitten."

"Pardon?"

"Pardon,
Sir. That's twelve. Thank me for showing you the error of your ways." His
hand stilled and he pinched the soft skin of her butt.
"Waiting."

"Thank
you, Sir."
That's fucking screwy. Who the hell is he to tell me how to
behave?

"Ready?"

"Ready."

Something
hit her ass and it wasn't his hand. It stung like hell. She tried to sit up,
but he held her firm. The next blow was harder, and the third even more so. She
saw red.

"Fucking
hell get
off me now. Red, scarlet,
take
your bloody hands off me now." She screamed and jerked upward. "Do
not touch me, you asshole. How dare you think you should
fucking
beat seven shades of shit out of me?
Punishment?
What
the fuck. It's supposed to be a good pain not bloody torture. Fuck off."
She began to sob.

"Seonagh?
Kitten, breath slowly. I won't
do it if you don't want me to. I might be a sadist, but I'm not cruel, even if
that does sound like an oxymoron.
Or unsympathetic.
Come on now, ssshhh."

She
realized she was lifted and cradled into his arms.

"Do
we put punishment spankings on your hard list? Before you've even had
one?" His tone was both tender and humorous.

"What?"
What on earth was he saying? She'd felt his hand and cried red hadn't she?

"Sorry,
I mean what, Sir."
No need to annoy him any more than I have.

"Do
you?"

Now
she was confused. He sank in an armchair and settled her on his knee, with his
arms around her and then
he
tutted. "No subbie
blanket, I forgot to pick up the throw. You'll have to absorb my body heat
instead. Now what was that all about? Why didn't you just say red before we
started?" He kissed her nose. "Not as sure as you thought you were,
eh?"

Seonagh
wrinkled her face and wriggled on his lap. Something struck her.

"My
bum isn't sore."

"Why
would it be?" Claudio sounded puzzled. "What do you
mean,
my kitten? And until you say red, no dice, no go,
goodbye, I'll call you that. Okay?"

"But…"
Seonagh lifted up somewhat reluctantly, out of his arms and turned her body so
she could see his face clearly. "Did I not?"

"Did
you not what, kitten?" He traced the curve of her neck from her jaw to the
edge of her loose, floaty top.

"Call
red?"

He
shook his head. "You groaned, looked up at me, said ready…your eyes rolled
and you were out for the count.
Scared the shit out of
me."

"Ready?
You sure?
Er, Sir."

"That
it scared me shitless?" He chuckled.
"Oh yeah.
And definitely ready.
Even if English is not my
first,
or second language, I got that. Did you mean to call
red?"

"Nope.
I was all excited. Scared, well
duh cos
its
all new. Hoping it didn't make me scream
and
bellow like
a wounded cow or sommat.
But wet and ready.
I
even,
oh hell
this is so embarrassing."

"Even?
Look at me and tell me, kitten." That ‘I am your Dom'
voice
made her juices gush
. She shot her head up from where she'd been staring
at the weave of his denims to look at his face. What she saw there,
nonjudgmental, reassuring and well, almost loving, was all the encouragement
she needed.

"I
almost
came
just thinking about what was going to
happen."

He
laughed and patted her cheek. "I was going to make your ass red. And show
you the difference between punishment pain and pleasure pain."

Was?

"Look
did you actually touch me?
As in."
She felt the
heat rush to her cheeks.
Dammit, why oh why can't I have the hair without
the temper and blushing? It's not a lot to ask, is it? "
Smack me in
anger?"

"I'd
never touch you in anger." He looked astonished she would even ask.
"That's not what I'm about. A punishment spanking is decided on because
you've been bratty, or gone against my diktat. And never decided or acted upon,
in anger."

"Then
I dreamed it?"

"Dreamed
what?"

"That
you hit me so
hard,
it hurt so bad, I cried red."

Chapter Seven

"What?"
Claudio lifted her off his lap and stood her chest to chest with him. He tilted
her head up by pulling on her hair, and winced when she winced. Why was it all
going pear shaped? He'd never been
so
immediately and
deeply drawn to anyone as he had to Seonagh, and naively perhaps, thought she felt
the same.

When
she'd agreed to learn a little about his life and needs, he'd been ecstatic and
ignored the cautionary voice in his head saying slow down. After all her dads
were…were what?
Switches most likely.
So surely she'd
been au fait with what he suggested or run. She hadn't run.

"Elucidate,
kitten."

"Did
you start to spank me, Sir?"

"No,
I did not." His accent was thicker, a sure sign he was emotional.

"Then
I had a sort of a dream or something. I swore you did, and it hurt."

"I
didn't and it
will
hurt. I can't emphasize that enough. I enjoy giving
pain. The right sort.
Part pain and then pleasure.
Kitten
do
you trust me? You should. I've never been vanilla for so long
in my life. Plus, your papas do, or I wouldn't be here alone in your company."

She
nibbled her lips, and then put her fingertip between her lips and onto her
front tooth. Claudio resisted the urge to snatch her hand away and bite the
offending digit.

 
Do not make things worse.

"
Gatáki
?
Answer me please. Do not leave
me hanging like a spider on his web."

She
giggled as he meant her to. "You're no spider, Sir. And yes, I do trust
you. I think my mind went into what if overdrive and overrode my common sense.
I was sinking into a nice floaty place and ready and waiting when wham, I went
weird."

Claudio
tugged her close so his hard cock pressed against her tummy. He'd have to stand
her on a stool if he wanted to fuck her like that. Even though she was tall, he
had a good six inches on her.

"And
why do you think you went—
weird
?" He clenched a delicious handful
of her ass in each hand and nipped. She pushed into him and ground herself on
his dick and he tightened his hold. "Stop it now, unless you want me to
fuck you over the sofa?
In your ass?
Because that's a perfect height for anal."
Why was he
acting one hundred percent like a dick?
 
His prick needed no help in that
department.
"Ah, sorry, Seonagh.
I'm acting like
a right asshole. Blame it on my horniness and disappointment."

"I
know a way to help." She licked her lips.
"If I
may?"

"You
do? What?" He couldn't keep the wariness out of his voce. "If you're
hurt, my Dom-ness will be negated by being strung up in the club and used for a
whipping post. I'm a sadist not a masochist. That idea does not sound
good."

"Then
Sir, you'll have to make sure my hurts are good
hurts,
and my bruises for our eyes only. Now how did you want me to present
myself?"

She
lifted her arms upward and released his grip. Where had she learned that trick?
"Now let me see." Seonagh tilted her head to one side and put her
finger to her lips in a parody of a dumb blond thinking. He laughed. It was
playful and perfect.

"Ah,
I know. One moment please, Sir."

He
nodded, as he wondered where her teasing was going.

She
gave him what could only be described as a wicked, evil grin, and curtseyed.
"Thank you, Sir."

He
nodded. "I like the curtsey."

"Then
maybe one day we should incorporate it?" She did it again, dipped her head
low as she did so, and stood once more. He wondered if she'd studied dance in
her youth and made a note to ask her.

Claudio
stuck his hands in his pockets and groaned inwardly as the action stretched the
denim over his cock almost tight enough to cut off the circulation down there.
Seonagh let her eyes flicker in that direction and then looked upward again.
She grinned, and shook her head to swing her hair around her head. Claudio
could swear he saw sparks fly and hear the crackle of static in it as it
settled around her shoulders like a flaming red cape.

“I
saw a typo in a book once," she said. "At least I thought it was a
typo, now I'm not so sure. It described the bulge a guy's cock created as a
bugle."

 
Claudio roared with laughter. "You,
kitten can play with and blow on my bugle anytime."

"Do
you blow or suck one?"

"Ah,
cara
, either or. Feel free."

Seonagh
giggled. "Yes.
Sir."
She walked back to the
sofa and slowly and deliberately bent over the arm.

"Sir?
I believe I'm due a punishment
spanking for being bratty, and a loving one for admitting it."

Her
voice was husky, but her sincerity rang through.

"Yes,
kitten.
And?"
He was damned sure she would ask
for it.

"Then."
She took a deep breath.
"Please spank me, Sir and show me the difference."

****

Would
he? Had she totally screwed up? God, she hoped not. Why on earth she'd flaked,
Seonagh had no idea but she was going to do her damnedest not to do it again.
She wanted this.

The
touch of his hand as he stroked her leg again was oh so welcome.
The cool air on her ass as he lifted her skirt even more so.

"I
should add another ten to your punishment for scaring the life out of me, eh,
kitten?" His voice was soft and contemplative. "And more for not
taking up my offer to
ah,
blow my bugle?"

Seonagh
gulped.
Hell no, I've only just got my head around twelve.
"Er, I'd
prefer you to stick to your original plan, Sir."
Then I'll blow your
bugle with pleasure.

He
laughed. "Good kitten, you said what you meant. And for that I'll go
gently on you a few punishment swats and then some pleasure, eh?"

She
let her breath out in a whoosh. That sounded much better. "Yes please, Sir."

"Color?"

"Green."

"Ready?"

"Ready, with the deeee after
the red."

He
chuckled and then something flat and stingy hit her left ass cheek. She would
have jumped if he hadn't held her down.

"Let
it flow into you, ride with it."

The
next swat on her other butt cheek was harder and the pain radiated out like a
bitch with PMT. She swore under her breath, and bit her lip. This was a
punishment, sure, but people agreed to shit like this?
 
It was fucking sore and…the next few swats
came thick and fast and drew tears from her eyes. After every two spanks,
Claudio rubbed the stinging globes and whispered words of encouragement to her.

Seonagh
breathed as shallowly as she could. Didn't it say somewhere it was the best way
to cope with pain? Well whoever it was, lied through their teeth. It wasn't
fucking working. The three-lettered word to end her torment hovered on the edge
of her tongue and then, to her eternal relief she head Claudio speak.

“Well
done kitten, taken like a pro. Now let me make you fly."

He
pressed a butterfly kiss to the nape of her neck and she sighed, long and low. Her
clit was so tight it also hurt, and her pussy muscles didn't know whether to
relax, tighten or do 'the dance of the cheese grater up my ass crack thong'.

“Color, kitten?"

"Ohhhh, green."
She slurred the words. Her ass
stung like crazy but the pulse that throbbed between it and her cunt more than
compensated there.

The
sound of whatever it was on her skin was louder than before, but somehow the
pain was different. It spread slowly, morphing from a short harsh pain that
become a long slow dance on her senses.
Every fiber of her
being concentrated on the feel of the implement, the depth of its connection,
and the soft murmured words of encouragement from her Sir.
Deep inside
herself she knew she hadn't reached the elusive sub-space, not yet, but this
was good.
Very good.
Just one thing was missing.

"Such a good little kitten.
A perfect
subbie for her Sir.
Would my little kitten like a good fucking?"

Oh
wouldn't she just?

"Yes
please, Sir."

""Hmm,
my little kitten deserves a treat for being so good." He slid his finger
into the crack of her ass, and teased the ring of muscles. "Here?"

 
Any which way you chose.

"Or
maybe for our first time I'll be a little more conventional.
Maybe.
Don’t move."

He
was going back to the kitchen again. Seonagh searched her mind for anything
that he might use for whatever came next.

"I
had the awful thought the door wasn’t locked. This is between us, kitten no one
else. No worried papas or need a chat friends.
You and
me."

That
sounded good.

"Now
where were we, oh
yes.
" The sound of a zipper
being lowered was loud in the quiet room. She couldn't see what he was doing
but she had a damned good idea. Two thuds could be boots kicked off and a
rustle—maybe a condom packet opened? Her clit went into overdrive and her pussy
was so wet, Seonagh tried to clench her legs together to stop her juices
coating her thighs.

 
"None of that, kitten. Let me see."
Claudio kicked her legs apart non-too gently. "Subbies who don't let their
Sirs see how wet they are will find
themselves
on a
spreader faster than you can say flog me. Ah now that is nectar." She felt
his head nuzzle her and then his tongue licked the skin between her perineum
and slit.

Seonagh
almost lot the plot. She arched upwards and gave a long keening wail. Claudio
pushed her down and continued that erotic rasp.

"I
want to fuck you now, kitten.
In the cunt with you like this.
Spread over the arm, your arse in the air and your luscious tits aching and
taut. However as much as I want to eat you out, suck your nipples and mark you,
I need to fill you first. Are you ready for that? Or do you want a little more
sadistic fun before? An amuse bouche before the starters and mains?"

"If
I have anything other than the main course I might be too sated to appreciate
it, Sir. I'd rather savor one thing in full than taste a few and not have the
time to appreciate them properly."

He
chuckled. "I like a subbie who knows her mind. Brace yourself."

She
tensed and he tapped her ass, right where she thought—hoped—a carefully placed
bruise might be forming.

"Relax…
just feel." His cock nudged the entrance to her pussy channel. Wet hot,
hard and she wanted it all.

Seonagh
pushed her ass backwards. His cock edged into her and she gripped it with her
inner muscles and pushed back again.

Claudio
bit her neck, and brought one hand around her, to find, grasp and pinch her
nipple.

 
Oh god, I love that.

 
"
More,
please
Sir, ahhh." She didn’t give a monkey’s if it was protocol, wrong, right or
indifferent. She had to ask. He moved his fingers to apply the same pressure to
her other nipple, surged forward and filled her.

"I
won't last long," Claudio panted as he built up a fast and furious thrust
and withdraw rhythm. "I'm going to fuck you so
hard,
I'll be imprinted on you.
In you.
A
reminder of who you belong to.
You're mine, kitten, my sub, and my
lover."

"Yes,"
Seonagh gasped as each time he lunged into her she bounced off the chair arm.
His arm clamped her boobs, and he still nipped one hard nub tightly.

"My cunt, my ass, my tits,
my kitten."
Claudio tightened his hold on her waist. “My kitten, to fuck or play, you're
mine."

"Oh…
oh yes."

"
Mine.
"
He stiffened, moved his hand to her clit and pinched hard. "My kitten,
come now." He stirred deep inside her. Touched her soul and came with a
roar.

Seonagh
shuddered and joined him. Her body was on fire, the invisible link from clit to
nipple thrummed with energy and arousal, and her juices coated both of them. A
myriad of color spun around her, and she saw stars.

Claudio
slumped onto her back.
"
Exaísia, squisito
,
exquisite.
Perfect…"

Perfect.
Oh yes.

"Perfect."
She agreed. Then she stopped thinking and let her emotions take her where they
chose.