The Lonely Dominant (10 page)

Even though I couldn't see her eyes because of the blindfold, I knew she was as eager as I was for what was coming. I rested on my heels and wrapped her legs around my hips.

She pulled against the restraints, but didn't cry out. I ran the tip of my cock along her wet pussy and let out a labored breath.

"My sweet girl," I said as I pushed my swollen head just inside her entrance.

"Who does this belong to?"

"You, sir."

"And who controls what you feel when we're together?" I slowly slipped inside her.

"Oh, God!" she said as I entered her.

"No!" I pulled out and watched as her face drop in disappointment. "I asked you a question."

"You control what I feel, sir. Only you."

"Good girl." I pushed back inside her. "What do you want me to do to you?"

"Whatever pleases you, sir."

"This would please me." I grabbed her hips and thrust until I was balls deep.

"Oh, fuck! How do you stay so tight?"

"It's all for you, sir." She threw her head to the side and pulled against the restraints again.

As I moved faster, I could feel the sweat trickling down my back. I made a mental note to keep this room a few degrees cooler than the rest of the house because I had a feeling things were going to get pretty hot in here.

"Clara, let me hear you."

"I want to come, sir." I could feel how tense her body was. She was begging for release. "Please."

"Not yet!" I pulled out of her because I didn't want her to fail during our first night in the playroom. "Hold on just a little longer for me."

"Ohh . . . ."

"I know you can do it." I smiled at the sight of her. She was trying so hard to please me, but I could tell she was beginning to unravel. I reached for the blindfold and quickly pulled it from her. She blinked a few times before focusing on me. "I want to look into your beautiful eyes when we do this." I slowly entered her, making sure she could feel every inch of my desire for her.

"Oh!" She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. She was losing it quickly as I continued to slide in and out of her.

I felt my climax approaching, so I pressed my lips against hers and forcefully attacked her mouth, dominating the kiss. I pulled back just long enough to allow her to catch her breath and said, "You can come whenever you want."

I reached down between our bodies and found her sensitive, slick clit. It took only a few passes of my finger against her special spot and she was dripping all over me.

"Oh God!" She screamed as I grabbed her hair and spilled deep within her.

I continued to move inside her until we both settled down while I kissed her lips, then her jaw and neck before getting up and untying her.

I kissed each wrist as I released it from its restraint. She flinched, and I realized this was probably the longest amount of time I'd ever bound her.

"Sit up," I said as I helped her into a seated position. Once she was upright, I began rubbing her shoulders and neck. "Are you okay?"

"Yes sir." A small smiled played at her lips as she looked around the room.

"What is it?"

"I think I'm going to like it in here."

"I'm glad you're eager to try new things." I gently kissed the back of her neck.

"Hmm," she said as she leaned against my chest.

I liked how she was able to relax with me. Our sessions were becoming more intense now, but she always seemed to come out of her subspace when we finished a scene and let me take care of her when necessary. That showed me she trusted me.

"How does a soak in the hot tub sound?"

"Will you join me?" she apprehensively said, realizing she may have crossed a line by asking me a question.

"You served me well, so I'd love to." I stood up and extended my hand for her. I wanted her to know she was being rewarded. She cast her eyes down as she took my hand and followed me up to the hot tub.

My perfect submissive girl.

Last Friday had gone really well, but, on the start of our second weekend in the playroom, I decided we wouldn't play in there Saturday or Sunday. I wanted to ease her into our new surroundings and give her an adjustment period. I didn't want her to fear our new play place.

I debated whether we should enter the playroom at all this weekend. Clara had been very distracted this week. I hadn't seen her much because I'd had a grueling work week, and even traveled out of town two nights, but during the time we did spend together, she was distant. Something was clearly on her mind, but when I asked her about it, she told me it was nothing.

I worried she was changing her mind about our arrangement. Perhaps the addition of the playroom was too much for her to handle and she didn't want to tell me.

When we started this agreement, I told her I wasn't hardcore, and now so much had changed. I needed to address my concerns with her, but I didn't want her to say she was unhappy.

I would reevaluate after this weekend, after we gave the new room another try.

Perhaps then, I'd be able to get a better handle on her emotions. If the room bothered her, we wouldn't go back there. As much as I wanted to explore this side of our lifestyle, our outside relationship meant too much to me. And, if what we were doing on the weekends started to affect her during the week, I just didn't see how any of it could work out.

I entered the playroom at precisely 7:00 p.m. She was waiting, naked, on her knees for me. In my bedroom, she'd usually had on her panties and bra, but I requested she not wear anything when she entered my playroom. New room, new rules. I made it part of setting the scene and getting her in the right frame of mind for our new experiences. She had to be vulnerable and exposed, to get her where I needed her to be.

She jumped when I shut the door behind me, and, as usual, her breathing started to pick up as I approached and slowly circled her. I always tried to get her used to my presence before we started a scene.

I reached down and tilted her chin up so she could look at me.

"I'm very pleased with your posture this evening," I said. "It's perfect."

"Thank you."

I arched a brow at her because I didn't request she respond.

"I mean, thank you,
sir
."

That wasn't the response I was looking for at all. She was off, even in here.

"I don't remember asking you a direct question." I squeezed her chin tighter.

"Maybe I shouldn't allow you the pleasure of serving me orally tonight."

She lowered her eyes and I could see she was disappointed. She perceived that particular act as an honor, when we were in these roles. We used oral sex as a way of warming up before a scene. She expressed to me, when we started our weekends together, it prepared her for what was to come, so I didn't want to withhold that act tonight.

"Look at me," I said.

She quickly raised her normally sparkling eyes, but they seemed dull and sad. I closed my own and shook it off. I needed to focus, if I ever expected to get her back in the right frame of mind.

"Are you ready to continue?"

"Yes, sir."

"Serve me."

She unbuckled my jeans, then slipped them down over my hips. I had eliminated boxers because they just wasted time in this situation. I was rock hard and twitching over the anticipation of feeling her warm mouth all over me. She leaned forward, reaching for the base of my cock, and I could feel her breath against my thighs as she licked my tip.

I closed my eyes and reached for her hair, gripping it into a tight mess between my fingers. She had become quite skilled at this particular act, but practice did that for a person.

I guided her head back and forth, showing her I wanted to be in control. During the week, I didn't want her on her knees when she did this. I relinquished control to her, but not during the weekends. She was under my command, and I liked it faster and harder when we were in these roles.

She eventually let go and placed her hands on my thighs for stability as I continued to fuck her face, pulling and tugging at her hair. I was intentionally rough, but when we were in here, I had to take on the Dominant role.

"You have such a skilled mouth." I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling her mouth created. "Only you can bring me such pleasure. Take pride in the fact that you, and only you, are doing this to me."

She hummed around my cock and the vibration quickly sent me over the edge. I kept her in place as I shot my hot liquid into her mouth. She held onto my thighs for balance, until I released her hair and pulled out of her mouth. I looked down at her and smiled, before wiping her chin with the back of my hand. She pulled up my pants and quickly buckled my belt before adjusting herself back into her waiting position.

Perfect!

Maybe she just needed to familiarize herself with her new surroundings.

I walked over to the cabinets and slowly perused through them as I tried to calm my mind and come down from that incredible orgasm. I glanced over at her and watched her for a few seconds, simply because I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her. She waited patiently for my next command.

I reached for what I wanted and then quietly commanded her.

"Walk over to my cross."

She told me she had researched the Saint Andrew's Cross after she'd seen it in here last week. I didn't intend to take her against it tonight, but thought if I bound her to it and used the riding crop for a little while, it would be a nice warm-up for future sessions. I wanted her to anticipate what could happen.

She quickly got up and walked over to the Cross. I moved behind her and swiftly slapped her ass with the crop, causing her to jump and stumble forward.

"Turn around," I said against her neck.

She did as I asked and then I guided her into place, pushing her back against the padded, leather material. I took her right wrist and securely shackled it above her head, treating the left one to the same fate.

"Spread your legs." I lightly smacked her hip with the crop before I dropped down on my knees. I gently kissed her inner thighs before allowing my fingers to trail down her legs. I restrained each of her ankles to the bottom posts before slowly making my way back up her body, making sure to rub my chest against her breasts.

"We're going to continue with our sensation play," I said. "Much like we did with the ice last week, but tonight we'll use something new."

I held up the riding crop. "I won't blindfold you during this scene." I usually did, but tonight I wanted to see her eyes. I needed to monitor her response, and her eyes told me everything.

I leaned down and trailed my tongue along her neck, sucking on the skin above her collarbone. I moved my lips back up to hers and gave her a rough kiss, running my fingertips over her nipple before pulling away.

"Don't vocalize." The purpose of this type of play was to bring her to the edge and then pull back. It helped with her control and also heightened her sexual experience once I finally let her release. "You'll look at me the entire time."

I snaked the leather strap of the crop between her breasts and over her stomach.

She never looked away from my eyes as I ran the crop between her legs and gave her inner thigh a rapid slap. She flinched slightly but managed to continue staring at me.

I moved my hand over the newly formed mark on her thigh as I pressed my lips to hers.

"You can trust me."

She took in a breath when I moved my hand higher to feel the moisture that had gathered between her legs.

"Already dripping." I smiled. "Just the way I like you, but we still have a way to go."

I ran the crop from the top of her shoulder down over her right breast, but this time she looked down to see where I was headed. I drew my hand back and slapped the side of her breast with the crop.

"Look at me!" I raised my voice.

How many times will I have to correct her tonight?

She looked into my eyes as I leaned down and licked over the spot I'd just slapped. Her nipples were taut and her breathing was erratic now; she was completely aroused, but I continued to tease her with both my tongue and the crop.

I moved the crop over her nipple and then back down her stomach, causing her to pull against her wrist restraints. I placed the crop between her legs and rubbed it against her entrance. She fought to keep her eyes open and on me, and she momentarily won that battle. I kissed her lips, trailing my tongue down her neck and to her shoulder as I slipped my hand between her legs and pushed my fingers inside her wet pussy.

"Ahh . . . ." She closed her eyes.

That's one too many mistakes tonight!

I pulled back and threw the crop across the room; the thud echo throughout as it hit the wall. She quickly looked down at the floor.

"I'm sorry, sir." she said. "I—" She abruptly stopped, her mouth contorting.

What the fuck is wrong with her tonight?

"I didn't ask you to speak," I said. "I did ask you to look at me, but you failed twice. I told you not to vocalize, but you chose to disobey me."

I shook my head at her in disapproval and watched as her face dropped.

"Do you not want to be here?"

She didn't say anything, so I began unshackling her wrists.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I can do better."

"I don't remember asking if you could do better," I said, daring her to speak again. I dropped down and freed her ankles.

"Are we finished for the evening?"

"No, sir, please."

"You want to beg?" I was being unusually hard, but I wanted her to communicate with me before we entered this room. The mistakes she was making tonight were clearly from a lack of focus. If she didn't want to be here, then she should have told me.

"Go to the whipping bench."
We'll see just how serious she is.

She looked into my eyes for a brief moment and then walked over to the bench and dropped to her knees. She had never been bent over this bench before, but she acted as if she knew exactly what to do. I walked to a cabinet and pulled out the black leather whip I had hoped never to have to use. Doms had to punish their subs from time to time, but up until now I'd never had to take it this far.