Fantasy Encounter with a Dom (5 page)

“No. I mean
, well, sometimes, only in certain positions. I like being on the bottom. The weight and force I guess. But with my husband pre-kids we were able to, well, I was able to a lot. Multiple times in a night.”
This feels like a therapy session.
She blew out a breath.
“But without giving you too much information-”

“Information is good.” He interrupted.

“Okay.” She swallowed her nerves. “I was stitched up every which way and I think they ff-I mean messed up all the nerve endings. Crossed them.”

He cleared his throat.
“Carrie’s told you about the no swearing I see.”

“Yes, sir. I mean Jarred.” She quickly corrected herself.

He chuckled.

“Sorry. So as I was saying the doctors
messed it all up. I’ve been to physical therapy for my vagina-who knew they had such a thing, because I didn’t want to have surgery. I have to do a kegel routine multiple times daily to keep the muscles toned and in place.”

Keira could have sworn she heard some kind of growl. “Carrie sent me your pictures too. The dark hair is your natural?” He asked.

“Yes. I lighten it because it brightens my eyes.” Keira smiled, that was one feature she loved about herself, her eyes.
At least it’s getting easier to talk to him.

“So are you ready to explain your email now?”

“Okay. I guess.” She was still jittery and traced her finger around the phone. She had brought her charger up just in case because she had no idea how long the call would last. “Not sure, if I should tell it all. I don’t want you to think ill of Tim. I love him for agreeing to this.”

“Keira, start at the beginning.” He commanded.
His voice was sharp, but played sweetly on her ears.

“Ok
ay.” She squeaked and swallowed to gather her composure. “This is one example, the most recent. I decided to surprise him with a bondage movie that I like,
The Power of O
and a cute little outfit.”

“Which outfit? Give me all the details Keira.”

“Okay. I dressed up in what we call my black leather cum-fuck-me boots. They zip up almost to my knees and have a three inch heel. I put my hair in pigtails and his favorite school girl red plaid skirt, with a little black belt.”

“Hmm. Anything on top?”

“Nope. I laid out some toys: a dildo, butt plug, vibrator, small crop and nipple clamps. I wasn’t sure what he’d want to use. He had to work late, so I lit a candle and waited, seated legs crossed on the bed. After awhile I got tired; by midnight I gave up and undressed. I put on my Victoria Secret candy cane striped form fitted thermal pjs and put everything back.” She sighed. “But I was angry and frustrated so I pulled out my rabbit-Er vibrator and nipple clamps.”

“This is interesting. Give me all the details Keira
.” He reminded her.

She closed her eyes and tried to remember it. She pulled in a big breath. “The nipple clamps were cold and gave me goose bumps.
The initial pinch hurt and sent shockwaves over me and straight down to my pussy. I remember thinking about the chain. I’d never pulled on it before. I put the chain in my mouth to tug on it.” She sucked in her breath, just the memory of it was making her sex wet. “Then once I realized I was soaked, I slid the rabbit in between my legs. First, I just teased myself and didn’t press it inside. But once I did, I felt an almost instant clench and I hadn’t even turned it on yet. I realized it was because I had been tipping my head back from pleasure with the chain in my teeth. And once I turned it on and pressed the little ears to my clit…” she had to pause, her breath had become rapid. She swallowed to moisten her dry mouth.

“Yes?” Jarred coaxed
.

“I
came harder and faster then I’d ever had before. I know I screamed, because I woke my kids when I wrenched my head back during climax, which in turn pulled on the chain harder.”

She heard Jarred groan through the phone.

Her eyes popped open.
Shit. Am I having phone sex?
She looked at her chest as it heaved. One hand squeezed her breast, and her other between her thighs over her jeans and she was soaked through the material. She pulled her hands back and meekly spoke, “Jarred?”

“Yes
angel, you did a very good job telling that. I think its bed time now for me.”

“Ok well
, good night then.”
That was freaking strange. What the hell am I doing?
She clenched the arms of her chair and tried to push down her arousal.
Tim would not be too pleased.

“Yes. Good night.
Carrie and I will be in touch.” He said before ending the call.

Her throat had a lump in it and her hand shook on the door knob. She opened the door to find Tim. He had been at the door. “Tim.” She gasped.

His eyes had a note of sadness in them.
“Keira I’m sorry, I had to listen in.”

“That’s ok
ay. I understand. So did you hear everything?” She could smell her arousal and knew he could too.

He nodded.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked worriedly.

“No
. I mean, you were on the phone.” His hand rubbed at his cock that strained against his jeans.

She smiled; unbuttoned and unzipped them. She pulled them down and knelt before him in the threshold of the office.
She pulled his stiff cock free from his black boxer briefs and licked the length of his shaft. His hand grabbed at her head and a fistful of her soft blond locks. Her tongue circled around the soft sensitive skin just below the crown of his penis, as her hand grasped his girth with force. She pressed her tight lips over the tip, slid them back and forth on the pearl of precum which moistened and lubricated her soft pink lips like lip gloss. As she opened her mouth to except him hungrily, he groaned and steadied himself on the doorjamb. Her mouth and hand moved in opposite rhythm, and she paused to force him to the back of her throat. She moved her mouth to rub him on her tonsils and further down her throat.

“Keira,” He moaned. “I need to be inside you.”

She ignored him. She felt like she owed him, for the phone call. Although her sex throbbed in need of release. She slid him back and forth in her warm mouth and then his hand became rigid on her head
, and she felt a sharp pain on her scalp, as he gripped her hair harder. She wriggled in want, and moaned with him inside her, as her tongue cradled him and as he fucked her mouth now.
Fuck I’m so horny.
She felt his creamy seed shoot hard against the back of her throat.

He groaned and released her head, as he took in a large breath through his slightly parted lips. “Damn
, Keira. You haven’t done that in forever.”

She
wiped the excess wetness of precum and salvia from her lips. “I know. I guess I feel like I owe it to you.” She stayed there on her knees.
You know for the phone sex and you willing to allow me to be tortured by another man for my own selfish needs.

She would have loved for him to have taken her right there on the desk.
But he was spent and instead he led her downstairs to the bedroom. She wanted him to be more in the moment, less…comfortable.

He pulled her vibrator out and clamps.
He tried to recreate the scene for her, as he put the cold clamps on her already pert nipples she cried out with a smile across her face. His eagerness overwhelmed her, as he shoved her vibrator inside at an angle that didn’t work.

"Tim, wait!"

"Sorry." He grumbled and stormed off.

Exasperated s
he tried to do it herself after he left the room, and then she became oversensitive. Her clit over stimulated, her vagina sore from not being primed properly. She took the vibrator out and slammed it on the bed. Upset, tears streamed down her cheeks. Another night without an orgasm had her on edge.

*****

The weeks passed and emails flew back and forth. She found her body ached from the tortures of yoga she inflicted
upon it. They had settled on an April visit, which was fine with Keira. Even if she couldn’t erase her love handles, she could tone her muscles at least. She admired her body in the mirror one night.
I have a butt.
She giggled to herself.
A spankable one too
.

Carrie had set up a Skype meeting bu
t it had fallen through due to Sir’s request for her attention. Keira couldn’t argue with that. Their emails were almost daily, even if it was just a quick hello. Keira had, upon request, changed her hair back to her natural dark hair color, this year was actually the first year she hadn’t changed it. Every summer she normally went very blonde. Her original hair had been an almost white blonde; some might call it a toe-head. Something Lily had inherited. She had begun to see herself in a new light. Put her health and looks into the equation. Nightly she would rub scented cream over her skin. Even Tim put in the effort to be around more. Overall they spent more time together as a couple and as a family.

Chapter 5

“Hello?” Keira answered the phone as she put the groceries away.

“Hi
angel. What are you doing?” His voice sensually soothed her.

She was tense from a long day of
the normal, hum drum routine. “Boring stuff. Putting groceries away.” She smiled. He was like a treat to her afternoon. Tim had taken the kids out to the park on the unseasonably warm day.

“So
, can you talk?”

“Yes. Tim
has the kids. What’s up?”

“I thought we could talk about your limits. I assume you’ve written them down, thought about them.”

“Yes. I’ve thought about them. I hope I’ve covered them all.” She put the last of her items in the cabinets. She went upstairs to her office and opened the drawer to retrieve a small piece of paper. “My hard limits are: fire, blood play, no other people, needles, knives or anything along that line. Also, I don’t want to be slapped in the face or gagged. And nothing to do with elimination—you know like going to the bathroom. I hope that’s all of them.” She fiddled with the paper as she read off of it.

“And the soft ones?” Jarred coaxed.

“Um,” She had debated putting this one in the hard limits category. “The cane,” Her voice trembled; just thinking about it made her quiver. “Honestly, I’m not sure if I should put that in the other category, it scares me. I really can’t think of any others. I don’t know all of the implements so it’s hard for me to say.”

“Alright
, well we can talk about it more. I can have Carrie email you a list of things if that helps?” He asked.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Have you been thinking of a safe word?”

“I can’t really think of one. I mean
-I’ve read a lot of people use red.”

“Yes
. They do, but I think you should think of something specifically for you.”

“Yes.
” She said reluctantly. She had thought about it, but she didn’t want to look foolish. She loves cats, especially big cats, one very specific one. The white Bengal Tiger. There was something about its strength and uniqueness.

“Tell me. I know you’re thinking of it right now. You’re quiet.”

“Yes sir. A white Bengal Tiger.” She realized she had slipped and called him sir again. It actually felt natural.

She could almost hear the smile through the phone. “White tiger then?” There was no snicker or laugh on the line.

“Okay, sir. Thank you for not laughing at me.”

“Those thoughts you’ll have to work on,
no insecurity. I wouldn’t laugh at your safe word.”

“Yes, sir. I’
m confident normally. I just- I don’t want to disappoint you.”

They ended the call and Keira’s mind began to wonder what he looked like. She had yet to Skype with him.

Tim returned
a short time later and she heard the brood burst in laughing. She leaned over the railing. “So did you have fun with daddy?”

“Yep. And I climbed the big ladder to the slide all by myself.” Jake announced.

“Sounds like we need a celebration. Should we have pizza?”

“Yeah pizza!” Lily joined in the cheer with Jake.

“Hey baby. How was shopping?” Tim asked.

“Exhausting. I hadn’t
been in so long.” She smiled and while the kids were washing up, she flashed him her chest.

He growled and ran up the stairs. She giggled
, as he charged toward her. He pinned her to the wall. “I’m going to fuck you right here.”

“Promise?” She teased.

“Mom? Dad?” Lily called out and interrupted them.

Keira swatted Tim’s hands away as she laughed. “Hey sweetie.”

“I love you mommy.” Lily snuggled up to her.

“Love you to
o baby. Did you have fun at the park too?”