Dominique (23 page)

     
Pop!
 
Pop!
 
Pop!
 
Pop!

     
I don’t know where I went.
 
I felt my body shaking.
 
The pops didn’t sound the same anymore.
 
They sounded more like thuds.
 
My moans sounded low and drawn out like they were in slow motion.
 
I could hear my breathing and my heart, thudding in my chest faster and faster.
 
Or was it the crop?
 
I couldn’t tell.
 
Oh my God, it was so close to my pussy, so close to my full ass.
 
There was a dull roar in my ears and my skin prickled all over my body.

     
At some time he had grabbed me by the hair again.
 
I felt it when I tried to turn my head to watch him.
 
His tanned broad chest twisted with his movements and trickles of sweat ran down his sparkling skin as I groaned.
 
He was watching his work and our eyes met.
 
He saw I was more than ready.

     
Throwing the crop to the floor, he was naked in seconds and climbing onto the bed behind me.
 
His hands gripped me under my hips and moved me into the position he wanted.
 
He wedged the head of his cock between the lips of my pussy, and his words bent my world.
 
“Cum when you want, I don’t give a fuck!”

     
He impaled me.
 
Not smoothly and insistently.
 
Nooo
, not at all.
 
He shoved his long hard cock straight up my cunt.
 
I was suddenly and deliciously full.
 
“
Aaaaahhhhhh
!
 
Oohhh
ohhh
Ooohhhhhhhhh
!” I moaned, a crashing orgasm bursting inside me.
 
Then I came again.
 
“
Ooohhhh
fffuccckkkkk
Sirrrr
...
Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Goddddddddd
...”

     
And so it went.
 
Again and again my body boiled in the fiery cauldron of my submission.
 
The last I remember was my Master slapping my ass, pulling my hair, twisting my plug, and fucking me endlessly.

     
I woke up in the middle of the night.

     
Andrew must have fucked me more than once.
 
Our combined juices left me lying in a big wet spot.
 
And God!
 
My ass and the back of my thighs were on fire!
 
Gingerly I turned over to face him, but he was sleeping soundly, turned away.
 
I spooned my body to his and slipped my arm around his torso.
 
I calmed and thought briefly about what had happened, and about what he had said.
 
Fortunately sleep and exhaustion consumed me.

Dominique’s depth of submission was something that still had me concerned.
 
Tinkering with it was an inexact art.
 
It wasn’t like fiddling with a dial.
 
She was a real person, and the danger of miscommunication was ever present.
 
Before sleeping that night I resolved to talk to her more regularly about my motives, and about what I wanted from her.
 
It was a good idea and I planned to start in a couple of days.

     
I just had one more plan.

It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.
 
But
every time
was like the first time.
 
Every time
I brushed my fingertips over my welts,
his
welts, was like the first time.
 
Every time
I turned around and looked at myself over my shoulder in the mirror, was like the first time.

     
Is there the remotest possibility I might ever tire of my own use?
 
I wondered, waiting for the arrival of the Danish pastries.
 
I am most certainly a satisfied woman.
 
When I think about what happens to me in my life, warm shivers go through my body.
 
My life exceeds the most outrageous fantasies most women have.
 
How could I not be satisfied?
 
I never imagined it would really happen to me ... that I would be here, in a relationship like this.

     
Then my brow furrowed as I remembered Andrew’s words last night.
 
‘
Cum when you want, I don’t give a fuck!’

     
What did he mean by that?
 
Had I displeased him in some way?

     
‘I don’t give a fuck!’

     
Why didn’t he give a fuck?
 
Was Andrew getting bored with me?
 
My stomach fluttered and I started to feel nauseous.
 
Maybe I was failing him.
 
I closed my eyes and traced another ridged mark near the top of my thigh.
 
I brushed it back and forth over and over.
 
The feeling was comforting and somehow I drifted into a light sleep.

Chapter 7

As I slept, Andrew crept into the bedroom and quietly climbed over me, virtually in a sixty-nine position.
 
When I woke with a start, his black leather-clad butt was right in my face!
 
Giggling, I said, “That’s quite a view there, Master.”
 
I struggled to smack his smooth muscular ass, but I soon
realised
I could hardly move!
 
My upper arms were pinned under his calves and all I could do was slap his thighs.
 
Which I did!
 
“
Oohhh
let me up!
 
We have to have breakfast!” I was laughing and wriggling but it was kind of fun.

     
Like a magician doing the tablecloth trick, he jumped and pulled hard at the silk bed sheet.
 
In an instant my body was exposed to the cool morning air.
 
Between the sight of Andrew’s hard butt, and finding myself suddenly at his mercy, I had completely forgotten about his words from the night before.

     
He wrenched open my knees and held my thighs tightly.
 
Gasping, I squirmed as he sprayed something warm and wet all over my shaved and increasingly excited pussy.
 
Soon the heady aroma of my patchouli and musk oil wafted through my senses and I swooned.

     
Groaning as his fingers spread and coated me, I was soon slick and slippery and he was working two fingers in and out, getting right up inside me.
 
I tried to put my feet flat on the bed to push myself at his fingers, but with every move he coiled tighter around me like a big snake.
 
He had one of my legs bent and gripped under his arm, and I don’t know how he had the other one but I could hardly move at all.
 
All I could see was his ass and I wondered what would happen if I bit it, so I tried!
 
As soon as I did, he deftly hooked his foot over my shoulder and pushed me back on the bed with a thud.

     
“Oh no you don’t, you little vixen!” Andrew teased, then bit me on the inside of my thigh!

     
“
Owww
!” I yelped.
 
Wriggling and protesting, I was massively turned on.
 
I could feel his hot breath right on my pussy, and my legs were wide open and held fast.
 
When he slid his fingers out, my pussy was clenching I was so hot.
 
“
Oooooo
, Sir!
 
What are you doing?”

     
He was pushing something into me!
 
I wasn’t sure what it was, but it was definitely plastic, or maybe latex.
 
It felt like I had a golf ball inside me.
 
I heard a click and suddenly that thing started humming.
 
I stopped struggling, feeling the muscles in my pussy fluttering in little spasms.
 
“
Ohh
!”
 
It was
good!
 
I started squirming again and trying to free myself of his grip.
 
My breath was becoming ragged and my pussy was clenching tighter around the ball.
 
God I love being helpless
, I thought as I moaned.
 
My muscles felt so hard and tense, and he held me so tightly!
 
Then, oh my God!
 
He slapped my ass and I almost came.
 
“
Ohhhhh
!”

     
In a muffled voice he was cursing and calling me a ‘hot little slut’.
 
He was smacking my ass over and over and it was just right.
 
I was so wet!
 
With another click that buzzing ball inside me stepped up a notch.
 
I clenched my teeth and willed myself not to cum straight away.
 
Somehow I convinced myself that I couldn’t cum if I was held tight like this.
 
I believed it when I thought to myself,
To cum I need to thrash about and flex my body
.
 
The notion held me back as my ass got hotter and my pussy put a stranglehold on that buzzing little ball.
 
I was going mad and my butt was smarting.
 
My hips started trembling against my will and I moaned really loudly!
 
“
Oooooooooohhhhhh
!”

     
Click!

     
That maddening ball took off to new heights!
 
The vibrations were so hard they came right through my pussy wall and attacked my clit.
 
Andrew’s hot tongue started swirling around it and it was too much.
 
I heard him command me to cum and I grunted twice then my body
spasmed
and my hips jerked violently.
 
Andrew rolled off me and suddenly I was free and I flew!
 
I was
cumming
so hard!
 
“
Aahhhhhhhhhhh
,
Jesssuuussssssss
!
 
Ohh
fuck
ohh
fuckk
fuckkkk
yessssssssssssss
!”
 
My hands shot to my pussy and my thighs closed around them.
 
Rolling onto my side, my body flexed over and over, mindlessly squirming across the bed like a sidewinder.

     
Aftershocks were still running through my body as I rolled onto my back, completely spent.
 
Thankfully Andrew turned off his wicked new toy and I moaned softly in appreciation.
 
“
Mmmmm
...
Thaaank
you, Master.
 
Goddd
...”
 
Reaching out to him, I scratched the back of his arm lightly as he sat on the side of the bed facing away from me.
 
He turned around, holding his mouth then took his hand away.
 
I’d given him a fat top lip!
 
“Oh my God!
 
Master?
 
Did I do that?
 
Oh, I’m so sorry!”

     
“
Shhhh
, it wasn’t intentional.
 
But I never knew you had such strength, pet!”
 
Then he grinned at me and said “
Owww
!”

     
I pulled myself upright, then kissed and nibbled his fat lip as softly as I could, whispering, “I know it was an accident, but I’m still sorry.”

     
He smiled more carefully this time, telling me, “It’s okay.
 
It’s not that bad.”

     
“Okay,” I breathed, kissing back along his jaw.
 
“Thank you so much.”
 
He was freshly shaved and smelled so yummy.
 
I kissed down the side of his neck, caressing his chest through his t-shirt.
 
I smiled to myself when I heard his voice croaking with pleasure, even though it meant an end to play time.

     
“
Mmmmm
... All right, Dominique.
 
That’s enough.
 
Paul’s coming over, remember.”