Dominique (14 page)

     
“Then I’m taking her to Dean’s.”

     
“This weekend?
 
You mean straight away?”

     
“Yeah.
 
Strike while the iron is hot.”

     
Paul chuckled.
 
“You have such a way with words, Andrew.
 
We were invited up there but we can’t go this weekend, so I know he has a free bed.
 
Does he know you’re coming?”

     
“Not yet, I’ll call him tomorrow night, it’s getting a bit late.”

     
“Yeah, it’d be party time up there about now.
 
It gets pretty crazy.
 
Are you sure she’s ready for it?”

     
“She will be.
 
It’s time.
 
It just feels right.”
 
After a short silence, I had to add, “Paul, I’m trusting you with a heavy responsibility here.”

     
“I’m by your side, my friend.
 
As always.”

     
“Thanks, that’s what I wanted to hear.
 
It’s a good plan.”

     
“Well, all I know is, I’m going to enjoy this.”

     
“You are going to love it.
 
I take it you’ve already talked about it with ‘yours’?”

     
“We’ve discussed it and it’s fine.
 
Leave it with me.”

     
“I already have.”

I clenched my teeth as tightly as my fists in the fabric of the couch.
 
I shrieked and held on through each of the wallops.
 
Tears coursed down my face and before I knew it he whacked me as hard as Andrew ever had and counted ten.
 
It was over.
 
My breath was wheezing in and out of my lungs, my heart going a mile a minute.
 
And my ass burnt like crazy!
 
But the worst thing was I had to stay where I was and not move.
 
I could feel myself dripping and buried my face in my hands in shame.

     
“It’s alright, Dominique.”

     
He was right behind me, lifting me by the shoulders into a standing position, my burning ass pressed against his clothed but clearly aroused cock.
 
Putting his arms around me, he told me how beautiful I was and started kissing my neck.
 
In moments his hands were under my robe gently holding then massaging my aching breasts, pinching my rock-hard nipples and rolling them in his fingers.
 
God, I was so aroused.

     
All the feelings from being interrupted earlier, a little alcohol, my most obvious submission to him, my confusion and my punishment... Even being punished in the same place Andrew had ... It all seemed to double how amazing I felt.
 
Paul really is a yummy man and feeling his hardness against me and his lips on my neck made me melt in his insistent hands.
 
My body knew what it wanted.

     
And yet, in my mind I begged Andrew’s forgiveness for my weakness.
 
I should have been doing more to stop Paul.
 
But I didn’t know whether I
should
... it wasn’t
fair!
 
He led me by the hand up to the master bedroom.
 
I was practically hyperventilating.
 
There before us my clamps and vibrator were strewn across the bed.

     
“The scene of the crime,” he muttered.

     
Without warning he pushed me onto the bed, face first.
 
I started to back up on my elbows, breathing hard.
 
He grasped me by the ankles and twisted me, turning me over and throwing my legs apart.
 
I was so ashamed by how hot I was I just flopped back and closed my eyes, praying my Master would forgive me for what I allowed to happen.

     
Not a word was spoken as he stripped and laid my robe aside.
 
He climbed onto me and I gasped as he slid his very hard and very thick cock straight into me.
 
He was no match for Andrew in length but by god he stretched me good.
 
In no time I had given into my passion.
 
I felt so weak and so ashamed.
 
I swore and cursed him for his endurance as wrapped my arms and legs around him and he fucked me through three orgasms.
 
He fucked me fast, then slow, then fast again.
 
It was blissfully good.
 
He was driving me insane with pleasure when suddenly he stopped and I felt him throbbing inside me.
 
He said he was very close.
 
Then he pulled out.

     
I lay there for a moment trying to catch my breath.
 
When I opened my eyes, he was gone!
 
Getting up on very shaky legs, I looked around upstairs, then made my way downstairs to find him.
 
God, I’d been so well fucked.
 
I was finding it hard to remember why I felt guilty.
 
I mean, I felt repulsed by my weakness, and embarrassed by my
behaviour
, but mostly I felt well fucked!

     
I found him in the bathroom, naked and with his back to me, and I couldn’t see what he was doing.
 
He turned around and saw me watching him.
 
He has a lovely body.
 
His cock was thick and shiny as he fisted it and smirked, putting the jar of Vaseline on the counter.
 
He started coming towards me and I held up my hands to hold him off.
 
I told him we shouldn’t be doing this and Andrew would find out and I would be in so much trouble!
 
He just shushed me like I didn’t know what I was saying.
 
My robe still hung from my shoulders and Paul peeled it back, letting it fall to the floor.
 
He picked it up and withdrew the belt of the robe and turned me around, tying my hands together behind me.

     
He said, “Sweet Dominique, Andrew is the one who told me to come over here ... and to
fuck
you.”

     
I was shocked.
 
I started to cry again as Paul guided me back downstairs to the lounge room.
 
He was telling me everything would be ok.
 
Andrew wanted me to be happy.
 
I thought he was going to paddle me again.
 
Once more he made me lie face down over the couch, but instead of paddling me, he pushed himself back into me.
 
I could feel his cock stretching me and it felt all oily and very smooth.
 
God, it felt so good.
 
I started cursing under my breath again, “Fuck.
 
Oh, fuck, please.
 
Mmmm
,
ohhh
Godddd
...”

     
His oiled finger slid into my ass, then back and forth.
 
The sensation reminded me of when Andrew did it.
 
I felt dizzy.
 
He pushed a thumb into my ass, then it felt like he pushed in the other thumb and was
prising
me apart.
 
All the while he was fucking me into oblivion.
 
I just let myself go and relaxed with the feelings like Andrew had taught me.
 
Paul must have been satisfied because he pulled out of my hot and squelching pussy and thrust hard into my ass.
 
That first thrust knocked the wind out of me and delayed my scream by a second.
 
As he held himself within me, a burning fire of delight was lit.
 
He felt so much thicker than my Master, and I was amazed how quickly it stopped hurting.
 
I was squirming, pleading with him as he pushed slowly back and forth, deeper and deeper.
 
I felt him thrust the last of himself into me and I groaned.
 
It wasn’t burning and Paul was telling me how good and tight I was.

     
He rocked against me gently and the strokes were ever so slowly becoming longer and longer.
 
His hands were holding me around my waist and he started pulling out and I held him as best I could with my ass.
 
He was almost all the way out and for a split second I thought he was done.
 
Then he slammed his cock back in to me.

     
All the air whooshed out of me.
 
It was incredible.
 
He did it over and over.
 
I could hear him moaning and working for his cum.
 
I felt so slutty having a different cock in my ass.
 
I’d only
ever
had one.
 
God, it felt good.
 
His hand reached around and under me, his fingers deftly massaging my clit.
 
I went wild!
 
Cursing and thrashing, I came so hard and so long, my whole body felt like it was having a seizure or something.
 
And he kept on fucking me harder and harder and just as I was about to cum again a gush of heat filled my ass and I exploded!
 
He held me tight in his hands as I shuddered and I could hear him saying over and over, “So good ... So good ...”

     
I seemed to lose some time.
 
When I looked over my shoulder at him he was dressed and I was sure his clothes were upstairs.
 
He pulled me to my feet and told me what a good girl I’d been and that he hoped Andrew would invite him over again soon.
 
“Oh, and by the way, Andrew said to tell you he’d be home tomorrow and to pack a bag for the weekend for you both.
 
You are going to Dean’s,” he added.

     
In moments he was gone and I was left there with my mouth hanging open.
 
It was 2 am!

As I lay back in the hotel bed with my fingers laced behind my head, I wondered how Dominique was coping.
 
With the time difference, her ‘ordeal’, if it could be called that, would be over.
 
I wanted to call to reassure her everything was okay.
 
But that would have defeated the purpose.
 
So, instead I called Dean.
 
I was glad when he picked up.
 
“Hello?”

     
“Dean, buddy.
 
It’s Andrew.”

     
“Hey, long time no hear, Andrew.”

     
“Yeah.
 
It’s been a while, and don’t forget you owe me a beer!”

     
“Yeah, no problem, next time I see
ya
... So how’s it going?
 
Are you still with that gorgeous girl of yours?
 
What’s her name?”

     
“Dominique.”

     
“Yeah.
 
Dominique.
 
I’ve heard
all
about her, thanks to Paul.
 
When am I
gonna
meet the little
hottie
, man?”

     
“Jeez, you think you could be a bit less keen?
 
What would
Gigi
say if she heard you talking like that?” I chuckled.

     
“Ha, ha.
 
Okay, now
that
was funny.”

     
“I’ve still got it ...”

     
“All right, all right.
 
Hey, you know you two are welcome up here anytime.”

     
“Yeah well ... that’s what I was calling about.
 
I was hoping you’d have a spare bed this weekend.”

     
“Absolutely.
 
You know you’re always welcome, Andrew.
 
Will Dominique be up for it?
 
I’ve heard she’s pretty raw.”

     
“Yeah.
 
I’m working on that.
 
And I’m going to need your help ...”