The Naughty Stuff (4 page)

From The Art of Domination

“What’s this?” I ask snapping the waistband of her panties against her skin.

She looks contrite but she’s not backing down. “What does it look like?”

“Do you think because we’re married now you don’t have to abide by our contract anymore?” I snap at her. She knows I fucking hate her wearing panties to bed and I take it as a personal insult that she wore them.

She lays motionless, not answering my question and scanning my face.

“Answer me,” I demand.

“Honestly, I was angry and I forgot. It wasn’t intentional,” she says sincerely. I can see by the look in her eyes that she really didn’t mean it to be an insult.

“Take them off,” I order and without hesitation she removes them and drops them on the floor. She lifts her
cami so I can see her, then rubs her hand over her tummy and over the top of her mound while she watches me. When I look into her eyes she’s licking her lips.

“Do you like what you see?” she asks playfully.

“You know I do.”

“Good. When you apologize, you can have some.”

Oh, hell no.
“Let me remind you, as your husband and your Master, I don’t need your permission. I’ll have some with or without an apology, but because I love you and because it was a shitty thing for me to accuse you of, I’ll apologize anyway. So for what it’s worth - I’m sorry for accusing you of hitting on Sawyer. I love you. Now open your legs like a good wife and let me fuck you.”

She smiles slyly and I move on top of her between her legs. I kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth and tasting every part of it. As I slick my tongue across her teeth, I taste toothpaste. She smells clean and her hair is still damp from her shower, and I want nothing more than to sully her cleanliness.

I lift her cami high over her breasts and bite and suck at them while she fists my hair. I flick my tongue down her belly and move towards her freshly shaved pussy. It’s sheer smooth and impeccably groomed. I tug at her pussy hair lightly and I lick her thighs. The moonlight is shining through the windows and I can see her eyes gleaming brightly at me while she watches me tickle her clit. I rub my thumb over it and it swells to my touch. I slip two fingers into her wet hole and tease her for a few minutes. Then I pull my fingers out and reach over to the night stand and grab the lube.

I begin prepping her ass when she asks, “This again?”

“Yes. This ass belongs to me and I’ll fuck it anytime I want,” I say as I finger her tight hole. “Christ, you’re tight,” I tell her.

“I’d like to keep it that way so please be gentle this time. It’s still sore,” she begs as she wriggles around.

“I’ll think about it,” I say stubbornly to remind her that I’ll do whatever I want, but of course, I’ll do as she asks. I don’t want her to fear this. I want her to love it as much as I do.

I push her knees apart and spread her legs wide. I stay kneeling while I slip inside her pulsating rose bud. It feels absolutely exquisite as she tightens and contracts around me. She lets out a whimper and closes her eyes tightly and clamps down tighter on me. I pause and slip out just enough to let her relax and then tease her puckered entrance with the head of my dick. Now she looks like she’s starting to enjoy it. I thumb her clit while I gently thrust in and out of her, only pushing in half of my cock. Then I slide two, then three fingers inside her pussy.

She starts to shift around on the bed and groan. When she opens her eyes, they’re glassy and languid.

“Say you love me, Dylan. Say I’m the only one.
Please
…” she whines.

I’m in the zone and her neediness pulls me out for just a moment. I’m concentrating on not coming, but the sound of her voice saying my name and begging me to love her is driving me fucking insane.

“I love you, Isa. You’re the only one for me. Now be quiet,” I say as I lean down on top of her and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck and starts meeting me thrust for thrust, taking all of me into her tight little hole. When I look down, the vision of her perfect ass squeezing around me is my ruin and I come inside of her. I pause momentarily, allowing myself to catch my breath.

When I’m done, I pull out and tell Isa to play with herself until she finishes. I lay next to her watching as she fingers her drenching wet slit, slipping her fingers inside and then pulling at herself.

“Fuck yourself, Isa. Make yourself come for me,” I tell her.

She looks over at me and I kiss her while she continues to drive her fingers in and out of herself.
She briefly sucks my tongue while I reach down and guide her hand as she pushes her fingers deeper into herself. I push my fingers inside of her alongside hers and I tickle her swollen little nub and pinch it. She cries out when I flick her clit and she comes hot and fast. I guide her fingers up to both our mouths as we suck her juices off.

“Good girl,” I say, praising her.

She smiles, reaches for a towel on the bedside table and wipes herself dry. Then she pushes me to the far edge of the bed so she’s lying in the middle.

“I’m not sleeping in the wet spot again,” she says sleepily and dozes off.

From Continental Breakfast

Unable to tolerate the look on his face anymore and his odd line of questioning and cryptic responses, I feel the sudden need to leave.

“If you’re done with me, I’ll be leaving now.”

I abruptly stand, gather my clutch, and bolt from the table. I make a pit stop in the ladies room before leaving. My hands are trembling as I stand and look at my own image in the mirror. My stomach churns at the thought of
Amelie servicing Mr. Pettifor. I close my eyes tightly, splash cold water on my face and lean over the sink, trying to compose myself.

I’m startled by the sound of a man’s voice coming from the door. I open my eyes and spin around to see the greenest of green eyes gazing back at me darkly.

“No, Ms. Darcy, I’m not done with you yet,” Mr. Pettifor says quietly as he locks the door behind him.

He moves quickly, ravaging me without warning. He grips my hair at the back of my neck and smashes his mouth on me before I can protest. His tongue whips in my mouth, owning me completely. My body goes limp with his infernal touch and he steadies me, wrapping his arm around my waist. I want him, there’s no denying it. I need him, there’s no denying it.
But,
Svetlana.
Right now, I just want to forget about her and open myself up to him.

“Oh, Mr.
Pettifor,” I moan into his mouth.

He responds by kneeling in front me, turning me to face the mirror and lifting my dress. His movements are frantic as he rips my panties off, the fabric shredding under his strong hands. He forces my legs open and spreads my legs, burying his tongue in my ass.

“I want all of you, Bella, and since you didn’t let me spank this ass last night, I’m going to fuck it tonight,” he growls.

He’s never taken me this way, no man ever has, but tonight I won’t deny him. After all, this will be the last time we share this kind of
closeness. He licks and sucks at my puckered entrance, and then slips a finger in, making me wince from the sudden intrusion. He moves it in and out slowly, loosening me up. I bend over and spread my legs further, giving myself over to him fully.

“Take me, Mr.
Pettifor,” I pant.

He stands behind me and pushes the head of his dick into my tight canal and I whimper from the foreign sensation of being stretched in such an intimate and forbidden place.

“That’s it, Bella. Fuck this cock,” he breathes into my ear as he bites my lobe sharply. He grips my hips firmly and pulls me onto his shaft, forcing himself completely into me and filling me entirely. My knees start to buckle from the intensity of his momentum, but Mr. Pettifor wraps an arm around me and steadies me.

“You can take it,” he says tenderly. He pumps into me over and over, his slick cock easier to withstand with each thrust as my ass relaxes.

Watching the orgasmic look on his face in the mirror, I wonder what’s going through his brilliant mind.

“You look amazing being fucked like this. Your ass is perfect, Bella. My God, it’s
absolutely
flawless.
You’re so tight. Why haven’t we done this before?” he grunts. “I love how you feel around me without a condom. It’s so different. Can you feel the difference?” he asks, looking excited.

“Yes, Sir, I can feel it. You feel so much warmer.”

“Yes, that’s it -
the warmth.
The heat of your core is unbelievable. Oh,
shit…”
he gets a pained look on his face and then rams into me one last time as his come jets into me.

He kneels in front of me again and turns me around, ready to finish me off. I let caution fly and fist his hair as he laps at me and tugs at my clit. To my surprise, he doesn’t resist. My legs began to quiver just before my release.

“Give it to me, Bella. I was denied breakfast, now I want my continental desert,” he chuckles against my pussy.

I can’t resist giggling at his raunchy sense of humor. Twice in one day I get to hear his laugh and my insides melt. He mumbles something unintelligible against my clit and the vibration sends me over the edge and I fall to my knees. Our moment of post coital bliss is interrupted by someone knocking on the bathroom door. We both promptly put ourselves together. Stepping out of the bathroom, we’re met by judging eyes and gasps.

Mr. Pettifor looks at me and smoothes my just-fucked hair for me and touches the tip of my nose gently.

“You should know, Mr.
Pettifor, that was the first time I’ve been taken like that,” I confess.

He pauses and stares at me for a moment.

“I was your first anally?” he asks.

“Yes. You’ve been a lot of firsts for me,” I answer.

“Such as?”

“You gave me my first real job. You gave me my first real orgasm. I did my first strip tease for you…”

The corners of his mouth turn up as if he’s recalling the memory.

“… and you were the first man who made me feel cherished.”

From Becoming Sir

“It’s a beautiful room, no?”
Ciara asked as she
brought over a tall, six panel privacy partition and set it up, blocking their view from the rest of the players.

Sawyer chuckled with casual amusement and shook his head. “Beautiful is an understatement; it’s more like magnificent and a bit frightening.”

“The same could be said about you, Master Morrison,” Ciara whispered, undressing and letting her gown pool at her feet.

Sawyer’s eyes lowered as did his voice when she crawled
between his legs on all fours.
“How am I frightening?”

She responded in a voice that was like velvet – soft and thick. “The power that you exude is fear-provoking. I’m not sure if you’re even aware of it, but you give off the most spellbinding dominant vibes I’ve ever been faced with. Perhaps it’s because it’s natural and not forced. Whatever the case may be, it’s alarming to think about what I would allow you to do to my body and mind if I were to give in to you.”

Ciara looked shocked when Sawyer’s eyes suddenly filled with fierce sparkling. He moved swiftly before she had a chance to process what was happening. Grabbing her around the waist with one hand and behind the neck with the other, he laid her body out beneath him and pinned her down on her back.

Pure, raw and unadulterated desire blazed in his eyes. “What do you mean
if
you were to give in to me?”

She was too surprised to do anything more than gasp out from the sudden submission that was being forced on her and she froze. She swallowed loudly, her eyes rapidly darting from Sawyer’s mouth to his eyes, and back.

“Master Morrison…” she exhaled almost inaudibly, her voice shaky. “I didn’t mean…”

Pressing his body harder against her, the air left her lungs and cut her statement short. Sawyer’s hand moved from her neck down and underneath her as he explored the hollows of her back “Are you not giving in to me now? Were you not giving in to me when I sunk my teeth into your soft, delicious flesh? Tell me,
Ciara.” Sawyer’s roving hand stilled and locked against her spine. “Is this all of you? Because I fucking want
all
of you. Now tell me, are you my slave to do with what I want or not?” Sawyer spoke calmly but with an intensity that belied his furious passion.

Ciara
began to pant uncontrollably and twist in his arms on the bed beneath Sawyer. When she tried to resist him, his heart thundered in his chest and his grip tightened. There was no way he was releasing her without sampling her first.

Sawyer’s attitude became lethal and suddenly his dark eyes grew wild. “Don’t you dare try and resist me, Angel. You’ve given me a taste of Mastery and I want more. Now tell me what I want to hear,” he spoke louder, his voice echoing his longing.

Ciara settled back, her body becoming limp in his arms as her eyes grew large and liquid. Sawyer’s eyes in return caught hers and held her gaze steady. When the muscles of his forearm hardened beneath her, she nearly sobbed out her response.

“Yes, you are my Master, and I am giving in to you.
Completely. Fuck me, Master Morrison.
Please,
take all of me.”

“I will and I’ll start with your ass.”
Eager to have the piece of Ciara that she and Kerian had offered up so kindly, it took everything Sawyer had to temper his enthusiasm. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, gliding the hand that rested on the small of her back down to her ass cheek.

A meek, barely noticeable smile curved the corners of her lips upward and she nodded. With her eyes focused on his, it was hard to miss the gleam of excitement shining in her deep-brown irises. Squeezing a cheek, he leaned down and nipped at her lace covered, hardened nipples. He rose and lifted the fabric of her lingerie over her head, exposing her body to him. Sitting up on one elbow, he took in the vision of her splendid, lightly tanned body and curves, and doing as Sarah had suggested – burned the image into his memory for future enjoyment.

As his eyes roamed over her physique, the throb of his heartbeat could be felt in his cock. Just thinking about what was about to happen made his body ache with an intense urge. Grunting sounds from just beyond the paneled partition reminded him that they weren’t alone and everything around him - the setting, the smell of sex and incense, and the sight of Ciara impatiently anticipating his next move, all seemed surreal. He reached over and pinched his arm just to make sure he hadn’t been roofied or was the victim of some vivid hallucination.

“Just making sure…” he waggled his eyebrows at
Ciara who let out a short burst of laughter.

Gripping her waist, he gently flipped her over, bringing her pretty, small, round ass front and center.
Ciara tucked her hands under her, resting them on the tops of her thighs and raised her bottom up high. Sawyer may have been an anal virgin, but he was no novice when it came to sex and a woman’s needs, and though no words were spoken as she peeked over her shoulder inviting him to take her, the message her body and eyes were sending left no room for doubt – she was his to do with what he wanted.

He reached for the lube and condom that
Ciara had laid out on the bedside table for him to prepare for her taking. As much as he wanted to rip his own clothes off and lunge on her like a feral animal, he paced his movements in order to prolong his and Ciara’s anticipation. He started by casually sliding his slacks off and then slowly removing his shirt. When he was down to his briefs, he rubbed his palm over his rigid shaft, delighting in the quickening of her breath and the flare of her pupils. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her and he could feel her longing radiating off of her like a blue-hot flame being stoked by desire. Finally, he removed the last piece of his clothing and when he did, Ciara graced him with the kind of smile he would happily kill for again. Reaching for the condom, he ripped open the foil packet, pinched the tip of the wet skin and slid it over himself.

Next he held the tube of lubricant in his right hand while he straddled
Ciara and showered her tattooed shoulder blades and spine with kisses. When just enough time had passed to warm the lube, he squeezed a liberal amount on his middle finger and rubbed it into her ass crack. Soft whimpers came from above and her ass rose in the air further as he teased her puckered entrance and slowly inserted his finger, pushing it in as her muscles constricted and relaxed with each of his movements.

She pulled her hands out from underneath of her, grabbed a pillow and pushed it under her pelvis, bringing her rear-end higher yet. Reaching behind her, she spread her cheeks for him. The sexy, skilled casualness of her actions was almost too much to take and Sawyer feared he would shoot his load before he had even gotten to the ultimate prize. She looked over her shoulder once again and smiled as if she had read his thoughts and all he could do was return the smile she had given him.

Lifting an eyebrow, he asked, “Am I doing okay?”

A soft breathy giggle slipped past her lips as she flashed her teeth and licked her lips. “Oh, Master, you’re doing more than okay. I’m ready whenever you are.”

And with that, he rested the head of his cock on her opening and gently eased into her, inch by slow inch. The tightness caught him completely by surprise and he unexpectedly grunted when her ass contracted down onto him.

“I love that sound,”
Ciara moaned out as she ground herself into Sawyer, taking all of him deeply. “Mmmmmaster…” she continued to groan lustily.

“And I love that sound,” he countered as he grabbed a hold of her waist and plunged balls deep into her tight canal.

It was the sound of wicked bliss, the likes of which he would never get tired of hearing. God, how he loved being the reason for that sound. And her ass… sweet Almighty, how he loved being inside that forbidden place. Why had he been deprived of something so breathtakingly decadent? Why had he been denied the sweet indulgence of a woman’s ass when it was so clearly meant to be fucked? Watching Ciara’s pink hole clutch his cock as he slid in and out of her, Sawyer knew her ass would be his unraveling.

“Oh, hell, Angel…” he gritted his teeth as he continued to thrust in and out, knowing that he wouldn’t last much longer.

He tried to redirect his attention to a swirled pattern in the woodwork of the bed frame to prolong the deliciousness of Ciara’s perfectly fuckable rear-end, but it was no use. The sensation of release was building hot and fast. Ciara must have sensed his impending climax because she disengaged from him and quickly pulled the pillow out from beneath her. Repositioning herself on her back, she tipped her pelvis upward, opening herself up to him once again.

“Just a little longer, Master… please…” she begged as she held her knees firmly against her chest.

Sawyer closed his eyes tightly and swallowed hard, trying to suppress the urge to come, but he knew his efforts were for naught. He just hoped that his Angel would come soon because there was no way come hell or high water he would last any longer than a few minutes, no matter how he much he tried. It felt too damned good and oh, so right.

Once back inside
Ciara, he began to thumb her clit vigorously while he pumped into her over and over. She began to squirm and pant uncontrollably and as her orgasm descended on her, the muscles of her anus began to constrict almost painfully around him. His hand stilled against her pussy and without warning, his come pulsed out of him causing him to hiss through his teeth and throw his head back. A long line of grunted and mumbled obscenities followed before he collapsed onto the bed next to Ciara. Turning his head, he found her watching him and smiling bashfully while shaking her head.

“Well done, Master Morrison. I suspected there wasn’t anything I could teach you.”