Fantasy Encounter with a Dom (9 page)

“Carrie.” That was all that he sai
d. Keira didn’t look up to see his face or hers.

“Sir?” Keira leaned on the sink.
Why is he in the women’s bathroom? I did what he wanted?
She noticed every fleck in the countertop. Pink, black, silver all embedded in a gray granite stone. “I’m sorry.”

“For what
angel?” He came up to her and his warm hand slid down her arm.

“I don’t want to hurt Carrie or Tim. It’s hard for me. And-” She hesitated.

“What?”

She straightened her body and
turned, still unable to look at him. “I’m glad I was able to, you know get you to come. I was worried.” She swallowed, somehow she found strength to look at him and she was glad she did. Those copper flecks were so beautiful in this light. She saw a wry smile form.

“Your punishment isn’t over yet.”

“Sir?”

“Later.” He turned to go.

She just wanted to hear him say it was good. She’d take okay at this point. Something. She wanted to please him. She sighed, closed her eyes and leaned her hip on the cold sink. Her eyes flew open when a hand gripped her cunt under her dress. “Sir?”

“Don’t lie to me again.”

“Sir? I didn’t. I mean- wait? What are you talking about?”

“You sucked me just fine earlier.”

She smiled and blushed, until the grip made her call out in pain. “I wasn’t lying. I promise. Thank you, sir.”

“Hmm. How many?”

“What?”

“Men. How many men have you been with?”

She looked down. “Three.”

“Are you including me?”

“No sir, I thought you- four sir.” Her eyes wavered; under his touch her body quivered. He stared at her and it unnerved her to her core.

“Get Carrie we’re leaving.” He released her and a rush of air escaped her lips. She
hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath.

“Yes, sir.” Keira found her back on the dance floor grinding to the beat. “Sir says its time to go.”

“Already?”

“I guess.” Keira pursed her lips disappointed as well.

Carrie and Keira sat beside each other on the far side
of the car. Keira’s nerves tumbled like a free falling bird again. She tried to look through the tinted glass and avoid the two men opposite her, but the darkness outside made it an impossible task. Her fingers drummed on the leather seat, soft and supple. Her palms sweaty and she rubbed them beside her as he nibbled the tip of her tongue. Tim seemed angry, his cheeks rippled as his teeth clenched inside them. His hands rolled into tight fists. The scent of whisky overwhelmed Keira.

The
car pulled up to the house and Keira scooted over; she felt like she was suffocating and she needed to get out of the car. Something about Tim and Jarred staring at her made her breath hurt her lungs. She forced her way through the door, the anxiety was too much. She didn’t wait for Jarred to help her out.

“Keira?” Jarred followed her to the back of the car.

“I’m sorry sir.” She leaned on the car, tried to catch her breath. Tim came around as well. There were very few times in her life that she was scared of Tim, but his eyes sizzled in the moonlight. Keira squeaked out in fright and took a step back. “Tim. Your drunk.” She swallowed.

“Yeah and you’re my wife. You shouldn’t be sucking someone else’s dick in the middle of the goddamn club!” His hands had yet to reach Keira but she trembled.

“I’m sorry, I-” She dipped her head and hid in the shadows of her hair. Warm tears ran down her face and she didn’t want any of them to see it.

“You want to discipline her?” Jarred asked in an even tone.

She shot him a look. She wanted someone to protect her. He’s the one that made her, though if she was being honest no one made her.

“Yeah, with something she’ll remember.”

Keira’s womb clenched, her heart knew he was angry. And he knew she was afraid of the cane.

“You can’t discipline her when you’re angry. I will do it for you, but you can watch.”
Jarred explained.

More tears fell like flames
, as Tim nodded. She dutifully followed Carrie up the steps and watched the door unlock with dread in her heart.

“Wait here.” Jarred instructed everyone.

Keira trembled as she stood in the middle of the floor. He came back with a paddle covered in black leather. Tim was on the club chair and Carrie on the other chair.

Keira looked to Carrie for support, something. Nothing came.
At least it’s not the cane.
She shivered, as she watched Jarred sit and roll up each sleeve. It was like she watched him in slow motion. She began to feel sick to her stomach.

“Come here.” He instructed. She stood to the left of his leg, unsure how to do this. She looked at him with a plea, but there was no mercy in his eyes. “Lay here.”

She tried to find the spot and he adjusted her on his lap. Her butt splayed up for him and Carrie to see. He pulled up her tight dress and pulled her underwear down. Tim wanted to see her face. Jarred massaged her at first, kneading the muscles with force. She tensed against him in the beginning, but then began to relax into him. Her arms dangled down and her hips separated as she unclenched her muscles, which exposed her sex and it began to glisten.

Smack! First he used his hand then again on her other cheek, she jumped with the first unexpected swat.
I won’t cry. I can do this.
Then the paddle hit next. She let out a little cry. It bit at her skin sharply. He didn’t relent; her legs flailed unconsciously. She couldn’t help the tears that rained down her face. “I’m sorry.” She whimpered.

“For what?”
Jarred asked.

“For being so selfish, sir, for flirting, for everything. Please.”
She pleaded.

His hand touched the fiery skin next.
At first it hurt, but the tingle started to soothe the pain.

She choked back the lump in her throat.
She laid there limp wondering what was next.
Am I supposed to wait for him to tell me to get up? Do I ask if he’s done?
Her cheeks were moist with tears. She didn’t want to look at anyone, humiliated. Her punishment was on full display for everyone.

“
Keira you can get up now.” Jarred said and helped her stand.

She got up
; pulled her underwear up and skirt down, before she ran up the stairs.

“Keira!” Carrie called after her.

“No. Go away!” She closed the bathroom door on her.

“Keira
, let me in.” Her voice was insistent and almost bossy.

“Just leave me.” Keira said, but unlocked the door.

Carrie pulled her to the bed and held her. “It’s fine. You’re alright.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong in sir
’s eyes. I did what he asked.” She sniffled.

Carrie was rubbing her ass. It actually felt nice. Keira moaned a little as she touched a particularly sensitive spot. “The pain will go away.”
Carrie told her.

Keira noticed she took no ones side. She just nuzzled into her more. She’d never cuddled with a woman before, but more t
hen her ass hurt at the moment. “Thanks. I didn’t want him to see me cry.” She said, as she lay on her chest.

“Keira it’s alright to cry. It hurts.”

Keira sat up and looked at Carrie. “You wouldn’t have.” Keira stood and went back to the bathroom.

“Keira you’re not me.”

“I’m not a sub you mean.”

Carrie’s face betrayed her. “Keira, I came up here to tell you he wants to see you again. Downstairs. Let’s clean you up.”

Keira huffed and sat her sore bottom on the toilet.
At least it’s cold.
Carrie cleaned up her face and Keira just let her. She had a foreboding feeling that it was over. “Thanks.” She took Carrie’s head in her hands and kissed her cheek. “For everything.”

Keira
walked down the steps, her shoulders slumped and her head down. She’d never received a punishment quite like that, at least not in her adulthood. Her ass was on fire and her head a jumbled mess.

“Keira look
, I’m sorry.” Tim tried to touch her but she stepped away and shook him off. “Fine!” He stomped up the stairs. Alcohol oozed from him. Clearly he drank way too much, a constant battle even at home.

She stood there and waited for Jarred to approach her. She didn’t know what he wanted. Carrie walked off as well to his room. She stared at those shoes as they approached her, in cool casual style. His sleeves still rolled up.

“Keira.” His voice was low, quiet.

She looked up at him tears crest
ed at the rims of her eyes. Her breath was uncontrollable.
Please don’t tell me I’ve failed. I can’t fail.

“Keira,” he repeats. “That will be the end of your punishment.”

“Sir? You don’t want to-” She bit her lip.

“What?” His hand on her made her flinch and he grasped her harder
and pulled her into him. She lay on his chest; she didn’t want to finish her thought. “What is it angel?” His arms wrapped around her.

“I thought you’d want to end it, my training.” She clarified. She listened to his deep breath
, as he inhaled and let it fly away.

“No
. You’ve done well.” He ran his hand along her back. “I’ve been with Carrie...” He dropped off into thought. “You two are so different. I need to slow down and break down each part for you.”

“Thank you, sir. Is it alright if I sleep here on the couch?” She pulled back from him. “I don’t feel comfortable…to go upstairs.”

He smiled and shook his head. He led her to his room. Carrie had changed and was in
a form fitted plum slip with black floral lace overlay. It flayed out sweetly at the bottom; it barely covered her olive toned thigh. It was accented with black garters and black stockings threaded with baby pink satin ribbon. The ribbon zigzagged up her leg, like a present ready to be untied with a small bow on the outside of her thighs. Her skin looked so soft against the intricate lace detailing.

“Sir, I cannot interrupt your evening.” Keira turned, but he held her arm firm. She looked at the hand that held her there.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” His voice had changed in demeanor, sultry.

“Yes
, sir.” Keira admired her. Wished she had things like that.
I am going to buy something like that.
She promised herself. Keira watched her move to the bed and display herself like the exquisite beauty she was. The soft pillows that were her breasts threatened to spill out of the top. And then Keira noticed her feet, such tiny feet.

“Do you want to shower?” Jarred was pulling her dress up
.

“What?” She looked back and forth
nervously. “Sir, I…”

“Go shower.” He said with more force. And in her strapless bra doused in sweat and her panties also wet from sweat and arousal she obeyed.

Am I supposed to use her shampoo and stuff? This is weird.
She began to hum and than sing like she normally did in the shower. She began to feel better, despite the heat of the water searing against her ass. She stepped out and wrapped a towel around. She hadn’t thought it through. What would she wear now? Her clothes stunk. She used Carrie’s brush and a clip from the bathroom, water dribbled down her shoulder and arm. Her eyes shown back at her through the mirror in the darkest blue. She exited with the towel on, which elicited a coy smile from Carrie. Keira flushed a little.

“Feeling better?” Jarred asked.

“Yes, sir.” She looked at him, as he moved to the edge of the bed in front of her.

His hands possessively ripped the towel off and inhaled her skin. Just that
, being inhaled, wanted like an intoxicating scent had sent her reeling and she closed her eyes. Her body tensed though because she knew Tim wouldn’t be pleased. Her body betrayed what she wanted, to be faithful. Her pussy began to moisten and he had yet to do a thing.

“You smell delicious.” He looked up at her
now open eyes. She had a feeling he didn’t mean the body wash.

“Sir.” She spoke so quietly it barely registered in her own ears. Her heart began to flutter
like it was being squeezed in a vice, unable to work at full capacity. Her knees trembled, as his hand followed her curves from her waist, over her hips and down her legs, which moved his face precariously closer to her crotch. She clenched her hands into fists and to remind her of her ring; she began to spin it with her thumb.

“Have a seat on the bed next to Carrie here.” He patted the bed.

Jarred
began to rub the knots from her shoulder, and she moaned. She heard him chuckle, as her head rolled around, eyes closed. “You are a bit tense.” She just continued to moan and enjoy the massage. It had been quite awhile since she had felt something like that.