Domination in Pink (6 page)

His
palm landed with a sharp thwap. He mentally counted everything he could think
of and felt his built up aggression slowly recede. She was begging and
screaming loudly when he was down to his last five. She had not used her safe
word even though he knew her red bottom was burning.

“We’re
almost done sweetness but I just remembered something.” He turned on the butt
plug and his hand landed the final five times.

“I
don’t know about you but I feel better.” His words were a lie because his cock
was in severe pain.

“Fuck
you.” She gasped.

“Oh
I think you will.”

He
quickly removed his clothes and then the butt plug. In one hard lunge he buried
his cock in her ass until his balls settled against her spread pussy lips.

“You
feel so fucking good.” He breathed out against her back.

“Please
just give me a minute. Please.”

“You’re
punishment’s over, I can afford to be nice.” Moist kisses trailed along the
center of her back as he gained control of his breathing.

His
hand went to the Velcro at her thighs. He then squeezed the end of the clamps
and let them fall to the floor. Blood rushed into the lips of her pussy and she
arched against him.

“Ohh,
that wasn’t nice.”

“But
this is.”

She
was so tight around his cock and her muscles pulsed even before she came. He
slid nearly out and then slowly back in. His hands went beneath her body to her
nipples and released those clamps too, slowly soothing the stiff peaks and then
rubbing the rounded globes. Milk released and he used the silky wetness to
massage her nipples.

“Please
Master, may I come?” She was shuddering and gasping for air.

“Yes,
come for me sweet sub.” When her muscles finally began their heavy contractions
he picked up his intensity but she was past caring.

He
could no longer hold back his seed and he filled her ass with everything he had
to give and then collapsed over her.

Eventually,
he was able to carry her to the shower where he gently washed her sticky
breasts and then her entire body.

“Do
you need to pump again?”

“I
would prefer your kinky lips to do the work.”

He
pulled her around and took her mouth bringing his chest firmly against her
swollen breasts.

In
between nipping kisses he spoke in a low seductive voice, “My kinky mouth will
always be at your disposal. I love you and I’m so glad you’re ready for me
because daddy’s hungry.”

Her
sighs of pleasure filled the shower.

The
End for now…

Dear Reader,

Thank you for reading another installment of the Club El Diablo
series. Writing this snippet of Damian and Lydia’s life was an absolute
pleasure. I gave birth to my last child over ten years ago so I used Google for
research on the BDSM lifestyle while pregnant, emergency home delivery, and
nipple clamps while nursing. I am by no means an expert and neither is Google
so please consult your doctor if you find yourself kinky and horny while
pregnant or nursing.

My next book “Two Doms For Angel” should be out in January 2013.
It’s my first foray into ménage and I’m quite titillated by the ideas running
through my head. Sorry, a sneak peek is not available, but please just
fantasize about two rock hard alpha males and the sensual art of contemporary Shibari.
My insides twist into knots just thinking about it.

Please visit my website for updates
http://clubeldiablo.blogspot.com
or
send me an email if you have a question or just want to say hello
[email protected]

Club El Diablo and the characters in this book are a figment of my
imagination. My dreams and fantasies are my own though I love sharing.

I’ve been married to my teenage heartthrob for many years, and we
are at the mercy of our two dogs who demand biscuits and obedience or we are
punished.

I love reading erotica and BDSM stories. Safe sex, safe words, and
intelligence in choosing your partner (s) are a must. Communication is the key
to all good relationships and happy, red assed subs don’t hurt either. Well
maybe a little.

Be safe, be smart, and be happy.

PS.
I have included a sneak peek at the first book about Damian and Lydia if you
haven’t read it. “One Dom at a Time” Book I of the Club El Diablo series.

One
Dom at a Time

Chapter One

The whip snapped with just enough force to bring a low cry from
Angela. When I used the twelve foot Australian leather in a scene it always
drew a large crowd. I heard their breathing and I could feel the sexual
excitement in the air. I stayed in the zone and so did my sweet sub; Angela was
one of my favorites to work with.

Moisture beaded along my hairline as my arm came up and flicked
the whip again. Red welts systematically appeared down her body; just enough to
leave a fine line but never break the skin. This is what the members of the
Mediterranean Club paid for. Though calling it a club was going slightly
overboard.

MC was a BDSM dive. I had worked here for three years and done
everything from tend bar to discipline subs. My current role of enacting scenes
for the questionable crowd was my favorite. I blanked out the whispered voices,
the smell of sex, and too many bodies. Angela needed me.

I was fortunate the owner appreciated the crowd I brought in and
let me decorate, clean, and maintain my own alcove. I also had a small office
off the back where I could soothe and comfort my patrons after I finished
breaking down their submissive barriers.

I gave Angela a brief respite so I could adjust the speed of the
vibrator clenched within her tight pussy. Her moans became louder and I rotated
my wrist ready for the next round with the whip.
Snap
; I loved the sound
when it popped against flesh.

Finally she could no longer hold back her screams and she found
release; her orgasm rippling through her body carrying the crowd with her. Many
of the watchers pulled their subs aside to private areas for a small moment of
relief before the next show started. I had one more exhibition for the evening
and then I could go home. I hadn’t used my vibrator in more than a week and I
needed a little fantasy time.

I removed the juicy pleasure toy from between Angela’s legs and
assisted Raul in releasing the sobbing woman from her bindings. He carried her
nude body into my small private domain and gently placed her on a tall padded
bench.

"I'll take it from here Raul, thank you."

"Yes Mistress Lydia." His eyes never looked into mine.

Angela lay down on her side shuddering and trying to control her
emotions.

I walked over, ran my hand gently through her hair, and helped her
sit up to take the sip of the water I offered.

"Thank you Mistress."

“You did wonderful tonight Angela, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you
more beautiful and responsive.” I kissed her on the cheek then took out a
bottle of my own special blend of oil to coat the red welts I left on her skin.
I also wanted to make sure I hadn’t caused any lasting damage. There was no
sign of blood or torn skin but I liked to assure myself my subs were okay
before they left my private room.

"Lay back sweetheart and I'll get you fixed up so you feel
better."

"Yes Mistress."

I helped her to her stomach and began soothing the oil into the
soft skin of her legs, back, and butt. "Tell me about your week." I
kept my voice gentle. This was her time and she needed a reward for giving me
her trust. I listened attentively and made the right sounds of encouragement
when called for.

"He didn't call. I waited all week and now I know he won't be
back. I loved him but he couldn’t accept what I needed."

"When’s the last time you saw your therapist Angela?”

“I saw her two weeks ago and she told me Aaron probably wasn’t the
guy for me but I was still hoping he would give us a chance.”

“Is that why you requested I use the whip tonight?"

"Yes Mistress, I needed to forget the rest of the world.
Thank you."

My hands continued to glide gently over her firm buttocks and
upper thighs. Angela's body was beautiful. If I was gay, I would be in love
with this messed up beautiful woman. The men in her life were stupid. “Turn
over and let me get the front.”

I began rubbing the oil into her breasts, upper thighs, and
stomach. Towards the end of the scene, I struck her perfectly groomed pussy a
few times because I knew it would take her over the top. Now, I made sure I
massaged the faint red lines to take away the sting.

Angela’s breathing quickened but she knew my rules; no sex outside
of a scene or you were no longer one of my treasured subs. I was strict and
never deviated from my rules. I also never took a permanent sub. It was all in
the not so fine print of the contract they signed before I worked with them.

"You’re beautiful Angela." I plucked her nipples with a
little twist and she groaned in response. I kissed her cheek and helped her sit
up. Grabbing a soft towel from a shelf below the bench I wrapped it around her
and took a quick peek at the time. I had forty five minutes until my next
scene. Angela needed me more than I needed my low-cal snack break so she got
her wish. We sat on the couch and my sweet little sub asked permission to lay
her head in my lap. My fingers ran through her blonde strands and I listened
while she spoke more about her life.

This was the time it all became worthwhile and our poor fucked up
lives took solace from human touch and caring. I sipped on bottled water and
gave Angela another full bottle to make sure she stayed hydrated. I hated the
post scene sub drop and having this bonding time helped us both avoid the
feeling of aching loneliness.

“Are you going home now or will you hang around for a while?” I
knew the Mediterranean Club was not the best place after a scene but there was
little I could do but ask Raul to keep his eyes open.

“I'm going home but I'll make an appointment with you for next
week.”

“I'll miss you until then.” The towel slipped off her breasts and
they begged for attention but it wouldn’t be from me. I took her lips in a soft
kiss. My gaze traveled up as the door to my private world opened. My hand
clenched suddenly in Angela's hair though I softened my grip immediately.

“This room is off limits. Please leave and close the door behind
you.” I expected the door to shut immediately but an unfamiliar man entered. He
was over six foot of tall, breathtakingly gorgeous, and ever so lickable. His
aggressive stride brought him completely into my private sanctuary. His hot
body didn’t belong at the MC.

I held Angela still as her muscles tensed and she tried to move
her head from my lap.

“If you take another step, I'll have security throw you out of the
club and have your membership revoked.” It was the best I could come up with
when what I really wanted was to replace the date with my vibrator and use the
stud standing at my door.

“I'm afraid it's your boss who gave me permission to come in
here.” Dark dangerous eyes looked into mine. He gave a quick glance at the
nearly naked woman in my lap but then zeroed in on me again.

His voice was sexual, deep, and commanding. Angela's body trembled
in my arms. I began running my hand through her hair again though it was a
nervous gesture on my part and damn I was never nervous. I now had a slight
inkling of who was standing in my domain and I wasn't happy.

“Angela my sweet, our time is up. Thank you for sharing your
beautiful body and giving me your pleasure. Come in early next week and I'll
buy you a drink. I would like to try a new scene and I think it will push you
just a bit more.” Looking up into the intense eyes watching me I leaned forward
and took Angela’s mouth. This time I put a bit more sensual movement into my
lips. As if on cue she responded with instant passion. I knew better and I
didn’t mean to tease her but Mr. Dominance shook me up.

I pulled away from the kiss and gathered the towel around her
shoulders. “Get dressed and have Raul escort you out. I’ll see you next week.

I walked her past Mr. Umm He Smells Delicious and looking out the
door, my eyes found Raul who was cleaning my area for the next scene. I gave
him my “you will be punished” look for not warning me about my visitor but then
I nodded my head toward Angela so he would follow. Raul and I were a team and
he knew Angela required watching after a scene. I shut the door when the two
walked away.

My eyes traveled slowly up the large yummy male body standing in
front of me. He was wearing black loafers, black pants, and a long sleeved
white dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his remarkable chest. Clearly defined
muscles bulged beneath his shirt which made the entire package sexier. They
weren’t the over the top muscles of a competing body builder but with a little
oil he would make a statement. His skin was darker than a sun tan would provide
and I guessed he had Native American, Hispanic, or another darker skinned race
somewhere in his bloodline. He was gorgeous. I’d heard the rumors through the
BDSM grapevine but seeing him in person was different. For the first time in
years my pussy creamed at the sight of a man.