Dominique (19 page)

     
At some point someone said
Gigi
was paying too much attention to me.
 
Miles came up behind her and pulled her to her feet and bent her over.
 
Then he started fucking her.
 
She still had her hands on my thighs and was looking down at me from between my legs, with a wet face and lust in her eyes.

     
I gazed up at Andrew.
 
He looked at Dean and nodded his head.
 
They untied me and turned me over, retying me and pouring more gravy over my back.
 
It wasn’t as hot by now, but I moaned as it hit the welts.
 
Once I was tied again, Miles called out, “Simone!”
 
A beautiful
coloured
woman appeared from the corner of the room.
 
I hadn’t even noticed her there.

     
She approached me slowly and in my face down position it was hard to hold eye contact as she got closer.
 
She pulled my head up by the hair and slapped my face.
 
My jaw dropped and I glanced at Andrew standing there, looking down on me.
 
I wanted his smile so badly.
 
It was very quiet and I could feel the eyes of everyone watching me.
 
The muscles in my gut and pussy tightened.
 
I felt totally humiliated as she slapped my face again then pulled my mouth to her pussy.

     
“Eat my fucking cunt,” Simone hissed.
 
I tried to turn my head away and she slapped my face again!
 
With her grip in my hair, my neck was stretched back and I was trembling.
 
“Eat my cunt you prissy little bitch!” she screamed at me.

     
She ground her clit into my nose and I reached out with my tongue, pushing it under her and drawing it up between her lips.
 
I pressed into her wetness, tasting her and sliding my tongue from her opening right up to her clit.
 
She groaned and shivered as I swirled around the knot of flesh and flicked across it.
 
She kept slapping my face, but much more softly, urging me to lick faster or to bite her here and there or to push my tongue up inside her or to suck her clit.
 
Miles asked how I was doing and Simone replied, “Better now, Sir.
 
Mmmmm
...
Much
better.”

     
What a way to eat my first pussy.
 
And I was getting desperately hot.
 
I felt a big vibrator being pushed into my cunt, and I started to writhe around in the ropes.
 
Then my ass was being spanked!
 
Tears were coursing down my cheeks from the pain or the joy I don’t know which.
 
A well-lubed cock was being pushed into my ass, and I heard
Gigi
saying, “Jeez, that looks
so
good.”

     
Moaning and half out of my mind, I turned my head each way a little and saw Andrew and Dean each spanking my ass and laughing.
 
That meant Miles was fucking me in the ass!
 
My toes curled as I tried to hold back my cum.
 
I felt strange as my orgasm welled up in the back of my pussy and spread with numbing tingles through my loins.
 
For some reason I didn’t feel like I deserved to cum.
 
But my body didn’t care!
 
Andrew said, “Watch my gorgeous slut cum!” And like a switch had been flicked, I flew into orbit, swearing and shuddering and shaking.
 
I lay there for minutes, totally exhausted.
 
Weeping in humiliation and joy and defeat as they talked and laughed around me.

     
Andrew untied me, picked me up in his arms, and carried me to the shower.
 
He washed me all over so slowly and so gently and lovingly.
 
The whole time I was crying freely and thanking him for being my Master.
 
I begged for forgiveness, for being angry and upset and jealous about
Gigi
, for my foolish pride and my arrogant need to be the centre of attention, and for taking him for granted.
 
That was something I would never
ever
do again.

     
“If I could give you one thing right now,” he asked as he dried me with a stiff clean towel.
 
“What would it be?”

     
Sniffling, I whispered, “I would like you ... to tell me ... you will keep me.”

     
“I am keeping you for a while yet, kitten,” he said, with a smile and the sparkle of a tear in his eye.
 
That was when I knew.
 
Not because of the words.
 
The words weren’t important.
 
It was the look on his face.
 
At that moment, I
knew
he loved me, no matter what he said.

     
Wrapping the towel around me, he picked me up again and carried me into the bedroom.
 
Laying me on the bed and gently unwrapping me, he told me how good I was for enduring my lesson and that everything would be all right.
 
Kissing me tenderly, he told me to relax and rubbed lotion into my skin, all over.
 
I felt like I was floating.

Dominique fell asleep quickly, but by the time I returned to the ‘party’, the others were in Dean and
Gigi’s
bedroom again.
 
I thought about joining them, but I was exhausted.
 
Even my cock was sore!
 
So I made a coffee and sat out on the porch overlooking the moonlit lake.
 
Despite the
mosquitos
, it was a lovely warm night and I didn’t really notice them.

     
As I sipped, I smiled to myself, thinking my plan just might have worked.
 
She had a better appreciation for what was possible.
 
Chuckling, I wondered how long it would last.
 
Would she need a reminder along the way?
 
Like a booster shot?
 
Probably.
 
An image of her quietly sleeping, skin pink with pleasure, came to my mind.
 
I tossed the last of my coffee over the railing and headed for bed.

     
I wanted her in my arms.

On Sunday morning I woke to the sound of muffled screams!
 
I was so glad Andrew was there beside me.

     
He sat up in bed and started fishing for clothes, saying, “Come on, we’re missing it!”

     
It was still early, the sun was just coming up, but I hardly had time to smile about Andrew being there in bed with me.
 
I climbed out and wrapped my robe around me, hurriedly being led down the hallway on tiptoes.
 
The sound of heavy breathing and muffled moans and of people muttering met my ears as Andrew pushed open the door.
 
Candles lit the room, and none of the occupants took any notice of us.
 
There was enough light to see what the four figures on the bed were doing.
 
Gigi
lay on her back with pillows under her ass and her legs spread widely.
 
Dean was on one side of her and Simone on the other.
 
They were holding her knees, keeping her legs spread.

     
Miles was on his knees between her legs, slowly working his huge hand into her pussy.
 
Not just his fingers.
 
His whole hand!
 
Gigi
was in such a state.
 
She was tossing her head from side to side, and moaning and whimpering.
 
Dean and Simone were sucking and biting her breasts harshly.
 
For a brief moment I wondered how I could stop them when
Gigi
let out such a moan.

     
As if on cue she started begging Miles to go harder and deeper.
 
He started pumping his whole hand back and forth, in and out of her, and she appeared to be torn between agony and ecstasy.
 
The look on her face was
primal
.
 
Dean looked right at me, and I froze like I’d been caught doing something wrong.
 
He smiled at me and went back to sucking and biting
Gigi’s
body.

     
Part of me couldn’t look away.
 
It was luridly fascinating, and I was amazed.
 
Miles’ hands were huge!
 
How could he have possibly gotten one into
Gigi
?
 
My breathing was becoming ragged and I was wet.
 
Again
.
 
It was just so incredible!
 
Somehow I tore my eyes from the sight, trying to catch my heaving breath.
 
I was so horny it was unbearable.
 
Andrew took a fist of my hair and made me watch.
 
I closed my eyes but I couldn’t get the image of Miles fisting
Gigi’s
cunt out of my head.
 
I started rubbing my own pussy, getting hotter and hotter, and I was so thankful Andrew didn’t stop me.
 
He did tell me to open my eyes, as he slowly bent me over and started spanking my ass softly.
 
He lifted the back of my robe, and told me I could cum, but to hurry up.

     
“Thank you!” I gasped, sliding fingers from one hand into myself and rubbing my clit frantically with the other.
 
He spanked me until
Gigi
came, screaming at the top of her lungs.
 
By then I’d had three small orgasms.
 
My ass was warm and pink and I wanted to beg Andrew to fuck me.

     
I didn’t have to do it.
 
He led me back to our bedroom and made gentle and passionate love to me through two mighty orgasms.
 
I couldn’t believe how hot it made me, watching and being watched, being spanked, God, everything!
 
The whole weekend was amazing.
 
Like one long scene.
 
It would live long in my memory.

     
I thought about all kinds of things as I lay awake with Andrew sleeping soundly beside me.
 
Being told what to do has always made me hot.
 
But
realising
‘being deprived’ made me hot too, was something new.
 
Then it dawned on me.
 
I shouldn’t
expect
to be fucked
or even touched
unless it was what
HE
wanted.
 
That’s all!
 
It’s just him.
 
He
is what matters to me.
 
When he is happy, I
get
what I need.

     
And he loved me.
 
He would never put me through all this, if he didn’t love me.

     
I dozed and when I woke up it was mid-morning, and Simone was lying next to me, staring down at me from a propped up elbow.
 
She smiled and kissed me on the mouth and pulled me to her.
 
I could feel her warm soft breasts and erect nipples pressing into my tingling skin.
 
When she let me go I noticed Andrew leaning on the doorframe naked and staring at us, smiling.
 
His cock was hard and erect.
 
Simone got out of bed and literally dragged me with her.

     
“Come on.
 
Time to learn a new trick,” she said, giggling.

     
As I stood in front of Andrew, I wanted to tell him what I had figured out, but Simone just pushed me to my knees.
 
I stared up at him lovingly as she pulled down my jaw and pushed my head onto his cock.
 
It didn’t matter what I had figured out.
 
What mattered was my Master’s throbbing cock going down my throat.
 
And I wanted it to!
 
I wanted to hear him moan in delight as I sucked him all the way.
 
His eyes bulged as I sucked and swallowed, feeling him throb hotly in my neck.

     
Simone said, “I thought you said she couldn’t take it all ...”

     
Wrapping his hands in my hair and guiding my pace, he replied, “She can take a lot more than I thought.”

     
My heart soared.
 
I could still please him!
 
I wanted to shout that I could take anything he could give me.
 
I’d take it willingly!
 
I’d take it and I’d relish it.
 
Every moment.
 
Every word.
 
Every touch.