Dominique (31 page)

     
“There is nothing there.
 
He enjoys fucking you.
 
He cares for you because you are mine.
 
That is all.
 
Can you understand that?”

     
“Yes, Master,” I murmured, dropping my gaze to the ground.
 
Damn my stupid fucking imagination.

     
“Suck his cock.”

     
Oh my God
, I thought, as I swallowed, moving forward on my knees, my collar held in my hands.
 
I looked up at Andrew and he raised his eyebrow at me.
 
I was clearly only able to use my mouth to free Paul from his jeans.
 
My mind flooded with images of
Gigi
doing this very thing up Dean’s cabin.
 
How I had envied her ... What must Kate think of me now ...

     
With my nose I pushed aside the flap of material covering his zipper and with my tongue I
prised
up the catch and took it between my teeth.
 
I drew it down slowly and carefully.
 
I also used my teeth to undo the button at his waist.

     
“I can’t believe how slow you are,” Andrew chastised.

     
Breathing hard through my nose, I gripped one side of his jeans in my teeth then the other, dragging downward.
 
On my third tug his half-hard cock popped free and swayed before my eyes.
 
I was quite pleased with myself for being able to do it, and sighed in relief.

     
“I see you are looking forward to sucking Paul’s cock, pet.
 
Well, I can’t have you enjoying it too much.
 
Kate, come over here.”

     
I heard Kate’s footsteps approaching once more.
 
Biting my bottom lip, I continued to eye off Paul’s cock while Andrew spoke.
 
God I was hardly even listening.
 
Saliva filled my mouth and I licked my lips, inhaling the heady male scent.
 
Looking up into Paul’s light brown eyes, I couldn’t help but smile.

     
“Kate, paddle Dominique until she has Paul’s cock in her throat.
 
Do you understand?”

     
“
Yes
, Sir,” she replied eagerly.

     
“I will nod each time you are to swing the paddle.
 
Go and get the small one from the wall.”
 
Paul’s beautiful cock twitched in front of me and I swallowed.
 
“Stand there, Kate.
 
That’s right, like that.
 
Now, swing the paddle back and forth.”
 
I felt the air movement over my ass as Kate practiced.
 
“Yes, that will be fine for starters.
 
Dominique, you may begin.”

     
I was reaching my open mouth forward to catch the end of Paul’s bobbing cock between my lips when my Master must have nodded to Kate.

     
CRACK!
 
I was pushed suddenly forward into Paul’s crotch.

     
“Ugh,” I grunted, his cock bouncing off my cheek.

     
“Suck it!” Andrew demanded, his hand sliding into my hair and making a fist.
 
He guided me to the smooth spongy head of Paul’s cock and straightened my angle to plunge onto it.
 
As I sucked hard I looked down the length of it and swallowed again.
 
Paul’s cock was very thick, and I could taste pre-cum already.

     
CRACK!

     
The paddle drove into my ass cheeks again and shoved me forward.
 
I blinked and found myself half way down Paul’s cock.
 
I was trying to relax my throat and ...

     
CRACK!

     
It’s strange how I hardly even felt the first strike.
 
It was more of a surprise than anything else.
 
The second one was similar to a needle, only it was a thousand needles all over my ass.
 
After that my ass just burned and throbbed.
 
I tried to concentrate on the throbbing cock sliding back and forth in my mouth.
 
Andrew’s fist tightened, keeping me from impaling my face on Paul’s cock.
 
Kate swung the paddle again.

     
CRACK!

     
“
Uugghhh
!”

     
Sucking with all my strength, I was trying to push forward, choking and drawing back.
 
Fighting my Master’s strength.

     
CRACK!

     
He was drawing out the paddling and I whimpered in frustration.

     
CRACK!

     
I had to do this
now!
 
I shoved myself forward and Andrew let go.
 
Suddenly my throat was convulsing as Paul’s cock embedded itself.
 
“Hold her there,” said Andrew as Paul’s warm hands went around my head.
 
“Three for taking so long ...”

     
CRACK!

     
“
Urrggllkk
!”

     
CRACK!

     
“
Ughhh
.”

     
CRACK!

     
“
Uugg
.”

     
“All right.
 
That’s enough,” Andrew ordered.
 
Using my hair, Paul slid from my mouth and his cock shone, proud and throbbing in front of me.
 
I could hardly tear my eyes from it.
 
Spit was hanging from my chin and I felt dizzy.
 
“Hand me your collar.”
 
Taking it from my hands, Andrew swung it on the end of his finger.
 
“We shall see if you can earn this back.”

     
Shuddering, I nodded
.

     
I can do this.

With barely a whimper, Dominique had received a soft-to-medium-strength paddling
I
would have been proud to administer, and I doubted whether Kate could have swung the paddle with more
vigour
.
 
Pointing to a corner of the room, I told Kate to kneel and wait then turned my attention back to Dominique.
 
From the edge of my vision I saw her scurry to hang up the paddle and kneel in the dark.

     
“Look at Paul,” I said to Dominique.
 
“Look him in the eyes.”
 
She did so.
 
“You’re a jealous, cock sucking slut, Dominique.
 
Tell him.”
 
Her mouth opened and for a moment nothing came out.
 
She might have been catching her breath, but I needed to reinforce the message.
 
“What’s wrong?
 
Giving up already?”

     
She swallowed and looked up at Paul.
 
“
Th
-This girl is a jealous, cock sucking slut, Sir.”

     
“I know Dominique,” Paul said quietly, smiling down on her.
 
“And how do you think I know?”

     
“
Sh
-She doesn’t know, Sir,” she said, sniffling.

     
“Because Andrew and I noticed you had an unhealthy interest in me.
 
We have discussed it, Dominique.”

     
Dominique’s gaze dropped and I chided her.
 
“I told you to look at Paul.
 
Kneel up straight.”

     
“I-I’m sorry, Master.
 
I am a terrible sub,” she said, her eyes filling with tears as she looked up into Paul’s.

     
“I will decide if you are a terrible sub, Dominique,” I said.
 
“Do not try to elicit sympathy, it will double your punishment.”
 
She gasped and nodded.
 
Didn’t she know it had only just begun?
 
“Tell her again, Paul.
 
Make it plain.”

     
“Dominique, I have no interest in you beyond Andrew’s best interests.
 
There is no way I could deny that I enjoy using you, but I do not spend time thinking about you.
 
I
honour
Andrew, Dominique.
 
We grew up together and we discovered this life together.
 
No sub will ever change that.
 
None.
 
I have had no feelings or thoughts beyond these.”

     
When Dominique pouted like she was going to cry again, I made my move, reaching out and snatching a handful of her hair.
 
Dragging her over to the training table, I didn’t say a word, and neither did she.
 
Well, she whimpered and tried to take the pressure off her scalp, but I didn’t really notice.
 
“Kate, come here again,” I said.
 
“Strap her down to the table.”

     
“Yes, Sir,” she said, eyes sparkling again.

     
She set about her task.
 
I put my arm around Paul’s shoulder and steered him towards the water jug.
 
The temperature in my study was heating up and it was thirsty work.
 
“Thanks, my friend,” I said.

     
“Don’t mention it, Andrew.”

     
I poured two tall glasses and passed him one.
 
“Cheers,” I said.

Kate was behind me and I was looking over my right shoulder back at her.
 
She had swatted my ass as I climbed onto the low, soft-surfaced training table.
 
The table itself was only about eighteen inches off the floor and the over-stuffed black leather felt good on my skin.
 
Kate had dragged it toward the centre of the room under a light before diligently strapping down my forearms and calves.
 
It had eight slots in its surface, through which eight sets of small leather straps and buckles emerged or retracted.

     
The pain in my nipples had ebbed to a dull ache I was trying to ignore.
 
I was shamefully excited.
 
Kate ran her fingertips and nails over my body, cooing in my ears as she strapped me down.
 
She caressed my skin lightly in between tightening each strap.
 
She seemed to like my calves.
 
When both legs were securely strapped down, she smoothed over my ass with her soft warm palm, telling me I looked beautiful.
 
Glad someone thought so, I closed my eyes and bathed in the sensations.

     
One plenty of occasions I had been here, on elbows and knees.
 
But it was usually just Andrew and I.
 
Kate had done a very good job strapping me down.
 
She took particular delight in pushing my knees as widely apart as the slots would allow, before locking them in place under the table.
 
I could move back and forth, but all other movement was severely limited.

     
“Slide this onto her cunt,” said Andrew.

     
“
Oooo
, nice,” Kate replied, winking at him.
 
Seeing the egg changing hands made me groan and my head fell forward, my hair covering my face.

     
“You don’t have to be gentle.
 
She is very wet.”

     
“Yes.
 
Clearly, Sir,” answered Kate.
 
“Can I clean her up for you, Sir?
 
I ah, I don’t mind.”

     
“Just insert the egg for now.”

     
“Yes, Sir.”
 
She sounded disappointed.

     
I was looking over my shoulder at her and she winked at me then turned her gaze between my legs.
 
Feeling the pucker of my asshole being teased, I shuddered.
 
Her fingertips pressed against my lips and a single long nail parted them.
 
It felt strange but my body started to blush.
 
Looking at Kate’s face only turned me on more.
 
She was completely rapt in what she was doing, staring at my pussy.

     
Then she grinned as she pushed two fingers up inside me.
 
Unable to stop myself, I gasped and ground back against them.
 
Her fingers flexed inside me, sliding back and forth.
 
“God she is so wet I can hardly believe it, Sir.”

     
“You should be done by now, Kate.”

     
“But this is much more fun, Sir.
 
Don’t you agree?”