Authors: Ella Dominguez
From The Art of Domination
About an hour into painting, I hear footsteps in the stairwell and look over to see Dylan watching me. He’s rubbing his eyes and yawning, and looks damned sexy in just his sleep pants. He sits on the loveseat that’s up against one of the large windows and he makes himself comfortable, not saying a word to me. He props up on one elbow and leans his head into his hand and watches me fixedly.
I wonder what he thinks when he’s watching me. I must look a mess, all black and blue, bed head and oversized T-shirt. I put my brush down and look over at him, feeling too self-conscious to continue with the painting.
“Don’t stop on account of me,” he says.
Why else would I stop?
“It’s another amazing painting. You have an uncanny way of capturing yourself on canvas.”
“Thank you. It’s almost done.”
“I think this should go in the show, too.”
“No, this one isn’t for everyone to see.” I say, feeling shy.
“Why not?”
How do I explain this is Dominant Isa? Can’t he see that?
“Because it’s Mistress Isabel?” he asks, reading my mind.
I feel my cheeks warm to his comment about Mistress Isabel again. “Yes. Only you get to see her.”
“That’s good logic. I’m not keen on anyone else seeing that side of you either.”
“Dylan, what if those videos are leaked?”
He looks distressed at my question but I can’t help but wonder what will happen.
“We’re working on finding out where the signal was sent. We can’t worry about that. Everything that can be done is being done.”
I walk over and sit on his lap and inhale his sexy scent.
“You smell so divine. Has anyone ever told you that? Wait… no. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know,” I say, keeping my nose buried in his neck.
He laughs softly and then answers me anyway. “No one has ever told me that.”
“I don’t believe you,” I tell him and start biting his tender spot near his earlobe. My left hand finds his wedding ring and I start twisting it around his long finger.
I want him in me
. I want to ride him hard. I can’t take this anymore. If he tells me no one more time, I’ll go completely insane. I swear it. I’ll lose my friggin’ mind. I sit up and straddle him and reach down between his legs and grip him hard. He winces and narrows his eyes at me.
“I want you,” I demand.
“I can see that.”
Oh, brother.
“I mean it, Dylan. I want you,
now
.”
“Yes. I can clearly see that as evidenced by your rock hard nipples,” he says casually and with no expression on his face.
To hell with this
. I slap his face hard, taking him by complete surprise.
“That’s for making me wait,” I tell him.
I grab his hair and pull hard and kiss him viciously, forcing my tongue inside his mouth. I can taste his arousal. His breathing becomes rapid and I feel his cock get hard beneath me. He tries to reach up and touch me, but I grab his hands and pin them under my knees. I’m so turned on I can barely contain myself. I lean back and slap him again, more gently.
“That’s for telling me that the only things that make you happy are fucking and being in control.”
“I already told you…” he tries to interject but I put my finger up to his mouth.
“No more words. I want action. Fuck me hard or lose me forever,” I say.
His eyes burn blue hot and dilate and he clenches his jaw.
“Is that a threat?” he asks as he pulls his hands out from under my knees. He pulls my hair with one hand and grabs my jaw with the other.
Good. I hit a nerve. Maybe now I’ll get his big dick inside me.
“It’s a fact. Now fuck me,” I say more adamantly.
I can see he’s not amused but I don’t care. I want him so badly I can feel my own come threatening to leak out of every orifice in my body. He moves at the speed of light and pushes me off of him, stands up and pulls my pants down, exposing my bare ass. I’m always amazed at how quickly he can move when he’s determined to spank me. I hear myself gasp as he pushes me over the back of the couch and brings his hand down swiftly onto my ass. I grip the back of the couch and bury my face in the cushions, trying to muffle my scream.
That’ll leave a mark, I just know it
. He pulls back on my hair again, lifting my face off the couch.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, do you understand?”
He spanks me hard, again and again, alternating cheeks.
“Don’t ever threaten to leave me,” he says leaning down into my ear. I feel tears threaten to break free from the welted feeling on my bottom. He turns me around and shoves me onto the love seat and pulls his pants down, exposing his massive hard-on pointing skyward.
“Suck it the way I like it this time. I don’t want any of that slow shit. I want you to do it rough or I’ll bring you to task again.”
Hell yes, I’ll give him what he wants. I jack him off rough and he moans out his approval. I lick him to get him nice and wet and then go deep. I hear myself groaning from how damned horny I am. I need him inside of me. Doesn’t he know I’m addicted to his touch and his love? I start fingering myself and Dylan pulls away from me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks with a heated look.
Crap. I forgot. I immediately stop, but the damage is already done. All I can do now is apologize.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
Dylan steps just out of reach and starts stroking
himself, teasing and tormenting me.
“Because you can’t seem to remember the rules, I’ll remind you. Now you can watch me make myself come, but tonight, you’ll go to bed without coming yourself.”
What the Holy bullshit?
Is he kidding me? He continues to jerk himself off, grunting and really getting into it.
“Dylan, that’s not fair!” I yell at him. I start to stand but he puts an end to it.
“Sit your ass back down and watch. Do you think it was fair to threaten me to lose you forever? Or fair that you can’t seem to remember a simple rule about not touching yourself until given permission? Did you think about my feelings when you said and did those things?”
His eyes are needy and I can see that I hurt his ego with my lack of self restraint. I guess I didn’t think about his feelings. As much as it pisses me off, I sit back down and decide to take my punishment like a big girl.
Dylan continues stroking himself, his eyes watching me possessively.
Good God, he’s beautiful
. He has no idea how amazing he looks doing this to himself. Or maybe he does and that’s why he’s teasing me. His movements become more rapid as he moves his hand up and down his long shaft. He cups his balls with his other hand and I feel my face flush with need. I squeeze my thighs together trying to give myself some kind of relief and grind myself into the couch. Dylan’s eyes flick up and down my body as he notes my movements. He hisses through his teeth and moans as he nears his finish.
“Crawl over here and spit on it for me,” he orders.
I eagerly comply. I crawl quickly to him and rise up on my knees and lube him. I sit back on my knees and continue to watch. Being this close to him I can smell his delectable scent. The sloppy sounds of his masturbation and his breathing are sending prickles of desire over my skin and down deep in my belly. I press my thighs together again, trying to satiate my aching need. I close my eyes tightly and imagine Dylan is fucking me hard.
“Open your eyes and watch,” Dylan groans out while tugging my hair.
I open my eyes just in time to see a magnificent stream of his hot come aimed at me. I open my mouth like a hungry bird and drink it up. He rubs his cock all over my face and slaps my cheek with it, for good measure, I guess, and to remind me that he’s still the boss.
“Paint that,” he retorts sarcastically.
Oh, I definitely will, and I’ll make sure it’ll be undeniable that it’s him in the painting. How will he like that? Seeing his big dick being jerked off by his own hand on a wall mural the size of Washington Park for the whole world to see? That’ll be good for his public image, won’t it?
I stand up, wipe my mouth and face and mope into the bathroom. I’m washing my face when Dylan comes walking in. He stands in the doorway watching me, but I won’t look him in the eye. I dry my face and push past him and climb the stairs to the living room with Dylan on my heels. I’m starving and horny as hell. I dig around in the refrigerator and Dylan spins me around to look at him.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Does it really matter? I’m hungry. Now leave me alone,” I pout and turn back around. I find a banana on the counter and take out a bottle of water.
“Of course it matters. I don’t want you to be angry with me. I just don’t appreciate you threatening me and disobeying the rules.”
“You already made your point,” I say with a mouthful of fruit.
“Did I?”
“Oh, for the love of dick, yes.
Now leave me alone.”
“Never.
If you want, I’ll fuck you now.”
The gall
. I wouldn’t fuck him now if my clit was on fire and needed to be doused with nub-saving come. I roll my eyes at him.
“No thanks, we have a lifetime of fucking ahead of us,” I say mockingly.
He shrugs and starts to walk away as if it makes no difference to him one way or the other
. He’s such a jackass sometimes
. Before I can stop myself I throw my half-eaten banana at him and it hits him on the back of his neck.
He spins around, wipes his neck and looks down at the banana on the floor.
“Did you really just fruitally assault me?”
He thinks he’s so damned funny with his wordplay.
“Considering I got cheated out of a fuck, consider yourself lucky,” I say crabbily.
“I don’t understand. I thought you two had decided to move on?”
Lia asked.
“No, you decided that. We weren’t really given a choice, now were we?” Dale said defensively.
“I did it to save your friendship.” Lia retorted back just as defensively.
“Well, it hasn’t done us any favors.” Nick replied.
Lia looked hurt. “I never wanted to come between you two. You have to believe that.”
“We do believe you. So we’ve decided that no matter what you decide tonight, we’re okay with it. So here we are, asking you, who do you want to be with?” Nick questioned
Lia.
Lia
was shocked. They were still asking her to choose? How thick were these two?
“I’m not choosing. I won’t.
I can’t.
I thought I made that abundantly clear. I want you both. If I can’t have you both, then I don’t want either of you,” Lia said, sniffing back tears.
Dale and Nick were astound
ed by her answer.
“You want us both?
Both
?” Dale asked.
“You can’t ask us to share you.” Nick replied.
“What do you think you’ve been doing all this time? You
have
been sharing me, you big dopes.” Lia rolled her eyes, stunned by their collective ignorance.
Dale cocked his head to the side and Nick scratched his chin like an old professor and
Lia was reminded of the first night she met them.
“I want you both.”
Lia reiterated in hopes of helping them to see her side. “I need you both.” She said more fervently.
Their eyes softened and she could see the wheels turning in their heads.
“Think how wonderful it will be. No secrets. No competition. Just the three of us together in every sense.” She was doing her best to make her case.
She saw light around them again and the wonderful smell of home drifted past her nose. They both smiled at her and she knew she had convinced them.
“I want you both right now. I think you’ve made me wait long enough. Don’t you? I’ll consider having you both at the same time an early Christmas gift.”
She looked down at both of their firmly pressed packages in their pants and could see them growing harder. Dale walked over and caressed her face and kissed her deeply. When she opened her eyes to look at Nick’s reaction, his eyes were narrowed, but not out of anger; out of pure lust. He walked over and stood behind
Lia and kissed the back of her neck while he squeezed her breasts and Dale continued to kiss her mouth.
Nick pressed himself firmly into her ass and she could feel that he was fully erect. When she reached down to Dale’s cock, it
, too, was completely hard.
Nick pulled
Lia’s top off over her head and unbuttoned her bra. Dale bent down and sucked at them, while moving his mouth down her belly and unbuttoning her pants. He slid them down her legs and pulled her panties off. She felt Nick squeeze her ass cheeks. Dale’s hot tongue was inside of her before she had a chance to realize what was happening and almost simultaneously, she felt Nick’s hot tongue in her ass from behind.
She put her hands in her hair, feeling overwhelmed with arousal and desire. Was she dreaming? This was all too good to be true. They had hardly put up a fight at all. Perhaps because they knew it was inevitable. Nick stood up and whispered in her ear.
“I want to be inside you.”
She opened her eyes and looked down at Dale who was watching her keenly. When he heard Nick’s whispered words, he smiled and stopped licking.
“Me, too.”
Lia
kicked her clothes to the side and led them both to the bedroom as they stripped along the way. When they got into the bedroom, they were both gloriously naked with erections pointing skyward.
“I guess I get two north poles for Christmas.” She told them and
they both laughed out loud.
Nick approached her first and kissed her mouth deeply, pushing his tongue past her lips and swabbing her tonsils. She could hardly wait until that long delicious tongue of his was inside her ass again.
Dale lay on the bed and guided
Lia over to him. He magically produced a condom and Lia wasn’t surprised at all. Leave it Dale to always be prepared for sex. Nick looked embarrassed that he didn’t have one, too, but Dale opened his other hand and smiled as he gave it to his best friend.
“I always got your back, bro.” Dale said to Nick.
Nick flushed a deeper shade of red and Dale rolled his eyes and chuckled.
Lia
was happy to see the two getting along so well under the current circumstances. Dale guided Lia to sit on top of him and lean forward.
“I’ll take the front if you take the back,” Dale told Nick.
Nick’s eyes gleamed with wicked insinuation.
“I’ve never done that before.” Nick admitted.
“I know. Just a word of advice, use some lube for Lia’s sake.”
Lia
immediately pointed towards her night stand drawer and Nick eagerly got it out. He lubed up his finger while Lia slowly pushed herself onto his slickened digit.
“Christ, you’re tight.” Nick said breathlessly.
Dale cranked his head around Lia to watch his best friend’s joy as he played with Lia’s ass. Lia whimpered with each thrust of Nick’s finger. Then he inserted another finger and Lia’s panting got louder. She moved her hand down to Dale’s cock and started to stroke him while Nick prepared her ass. She wanted to wait and have them both enter her at the same time. It only seemed appropriate for them to have her together for the first time, at the same time.
“I’m ready now,”
Lia told Nick.
He moved behind her as she laid her chest on Dale’s chest and slowly lowered herself onto Dale’s erection. Dale let out a deep sigh and pulled her down hard by her hips. Just as she felt Dale hit her cervix, she felt the fullness of Nick’s dick inside her ass. She gasped out and yelped, but then began thrusting back onto Nick and
gyrating her hips into Dale’s hardness. The wet sounds filled her bedroom and the smell was intoxicating. All three of their sex mingled in the air like something otherworldly. Lia closed her eyes tightly as the pain and pleasure set every nerve in her body on fire.
Nick pulled her up and against his chest, pushing his cock to the hilt and pinching her breasts. He bit savagely into her neck while Dale dug his fingers in her fleshy curvy hips and pulled her down hard onto himself as he thrust upwards. She cried out their names as she felt
near orgasm. Dale’s hand moved to her slit and he slid his thumb inside her labia where he fingered her clit vigorously.
Lia’s
breathing quickened and her whimpers got louder.
“
Come for us, Beautiful. Show us how beautiful you look when we both make you come.” Nick whispered in her ear and it completely unraveled her.
She screamed loudly as she came hard and fast. Her body was still quivering from her orgasm as both Nick and Dale pounded into her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, the warm sensation of another orgasm filled her clit. It started slow and then built up and her body shook again with another release.
“Ah, fuck!” Nick growled deeply as he felt Lia’s tight canal clamp down on him again. He stilled and then grunted with his finish.
A moment later, Dale pulled himself up to face
Lia, got a wild look in his eyes and let out a string of obscenities that shocked both Lia and Nick.
“
Motherfuck, fuckity fuck, fucking hell… Jesus H. Christ!!” He yelled and then fell back onto the bed panting wildly like a rabid animal.
Lia
rolled off of Dale and burst into loud laughter and Nick grabbed his stomach and hooted with laughter, as well.