Military Maledom: An Officer And A Dom (4 page)

“What about your pussy?” he demands
and reaches for the hem of my skirt. “Are you wet for my cock,
Lieutenant?” Logan bunches my skirt up around my waist. “Are you?”
he asks, louder, more forcefully.

“Yes, s—!” My words gurgle and die in
my throat as Logan rips my black lace panties from my cunt. “Oh,
fuck,” I whine as two of his fingers spread my sticky-wet slit and
a third dips into my trembling pink hole. My hips angle forward all
on their own, seeking something more, something deeper, bigger,
harder.

“Mm, you are wet,” he sighs against my
temple. “This is exciting you.” He lays a feathery kiss high on my
cheekbone. “And we’re just getting started.”

I have a moment to gulp for breath as
Logan strips my blouse and my bra off and lays them to one side. He
jerks the skirt over my hips and down my legs. That leaves just the
fuck-me heels and the tiny diamond in my navel. And that’s how
Logan leaves me, standing there trembling and awkward, terrified
and in desperate need, while he spreads a tarp down on the floor of
the garage.

“On your knees,
Lieutenant.”

It shocks me how quickly I comply, how
relieved I am to have instructions to follow. Logan stands over me,
as he has so often before. This time I don’t have to deny my urge
to stare at his crotch.

“Unbutton my pants. Take out the cock
that’s going to fuck you all night.”

My fingers shake and fumble as I work
at the button and the zipper. Then I ease Logan’s jeans and white
briefs down his hips until I can pull his member free. It’s even
more beautiful than I expected, a long, jutting shaft, deeply
veined and flushed with arousal. When I see his huge, round balls
are shaved, I have the strong urge to lick and suck them. Without
meaning to, I open my mouth.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers from
above me, petting my hair. “Lick those balls. Every inch. Suck
them.”

With delight, I press my face to
Logan’s hot, musky skin and bathe his balls with my eager tongue.
He smells and tastes incredible, spicy, warm, salty, sweaty. I try
to caress him, but he catches my hands and puts them on top of my
head, holding them there. This makes me work my tongue more
fervently, to make up for my misstep.

“So good,” Logan moans. “You’re a
natural sexual submissive, Lieutenant, and I’m going to put you
through your paces.”

Without thinking about it beforehand,
I draw back to pant, “Yes, please, sir.”

Logan grins at this, before taking
hold of his thick tool by the root. “Open,” he commands, and I part
my lips, gazing up attentively. “Good. Keep your eyes on me. Always
on me.” He bends his rigid shaft to graze the broad head of his
dick against my lips. “Tongue out.” And he teases me, sliding just
the head against my tongue, tapping it.

I moan when Logan finally slides his
hard dick into my mouth. He cups the back of my head with both
hands and pulls me forward until I start to gag on his cock. For a
moment he relents, letting me back away a fraction of an inch. Then
he’s nudging his hips forward again, pulling my head, driving an
inch deeper than before. I gag again, tearing up.

“Eyes on me, Lieutenant,” he cautions,
and I blink hard and struggle to obey. “I want to see your
expression as you swallow my dick with those pretty lips.” His
encouragement only bolsters my hunger to please him, and I suck
harder, longer, deeper, letting fat tears spill down my cheeks as I
choke and sputter through my first attempt to deep-throat a
man.

Letting his head fall back for a
moment, Logan curses and draws his cock out of my mouth. “Too
good,” he mutters. “Too fucking good.” He retreats a step from me
and orders, “Stand up, Lieutenant.”

When I do, he unfurls a large hook on
a rope, tied back against the wall and out of the way. The big
rusty hook looks strong enough to hoist an engine out of a car. Now
Logan binds my hands together and stretches my arms above my head
using it. I can barely keep my feet on the floor.

Logan doesn’t have to tell me to
breathe through my panic and discomfort. I whimper and gasp, but
only for a moment, before I close my panting mouth and make myself
breath slow and steady through my nose. This earns me another
smile, another caress along my cheek.

But my tranquil resolve does not last
long. It cracks and shatters as soon as I see Logan draw a whip
sort of tool out of his work bench drawer. The evil-looking thing
is all black, with wide leather thongs hanging down from
it.

He draws the leather tails along my
bare thigh. I don’t want to spread my legs for it, but I can’t help
it. My instincts act faster than my fears.

“This is a flogger,” he says. “I know
you’re scared, and I know you’re excited. Don’t judge the feelings,
Eva, just give yourself to them.”

And with that, Logan steps behind me
and snaps the flogger tails against my bare ass. The sharp crack of
leather on skin is louder than I would have guessed, almost as loud
as the high yelp that bursts from my trembling lips. The pain of
the lash is immediate, biting, but warmth washes over the stinging
skin instantly. Then the next blow falls with another merciless
bite. The heat rises even stronger.

It surprises me how quickly the
blissful burn overwhelms the sharp sting, lulling me. My breath and
the throbbing of my cunt fall in time with the rhythm of Logan’s
stroke. Through my daze of warm pleasure I wonder if he could make
me come just with the crack of the flogger’s thick straps. The
question…the desire…surprises me, seduces me.

My slow build toward release collapses
as Logan steps around from behind me, draws one hand along the
flogger’s tails, and lays a stroke across my bare tits. Sensation a
thousand times stronger than the flogging against my ass ripples
through my chest and abdomen. I squeal and flinch away, but there
is nowhere to go. The cycle begins again, as I pant and keen.
Distress followed by pleasure, over and over, as Logan lashes my
bare tits.

His blows fall faster but not harder,
heating my skin, making me tingle. And again, eventually, my mind
stills, lulled by the rhythm of pain and bliss. He strikes from one
direction and again on the backswing, so smooth, experienced. Just
the sight of him, his muscles flexing…so incredibly sexy. I can’t
believe I’m actually leaning into the blows, as much as the rope
stretching my arms will allow me. Only then do I realize I’m
moaning, open-mouthed, shameless. My pussy is humming with need, my
inner walls rippling and tensing, throbbing, twitching, but not
with desperation. I’m on a steady slope of building pleasure again,
carried in its current instead of flailing.

The stroke that catches my pussy jars
me out of my haze. “Logan!” I squeal before I can stop myself. I
amend my cry to, “Sir!” on the next blow. Then it’s just, “Fuck,”
and “Oh god!” from there.

“Does that pretty pussy sting,
Lieutenant?” Logan growls, and it’s the first time I hear strain in
his voice. I thrill at the idea that his need, his desire, is
mounting.

“Yes, sir,” I cry.

“What do you want?” he demands,
slapping my vulnerable cunt with the thick straps again.

“I want you to fuck me,
sir!”

“Ask nicely, Lieutenant.”

“Please fuck me, sir.”

“Again. Louder.”

“Please fuck me, sir!”

Another hard smack, this one making me
yowl. “Again.”

“Please fuck me, sir!” I sob. “Please!
Please fuck my pussy, sir! Oh, god, please.”

The flogging stops, and I open my
teary eyes to see Logan’s warm smile as he bends his face to kiss
me. His tongue takes my mouth, deeply, thoroughly, roughly at the
end.

“You are almost there, Lieutenant,” he
tells me. “Can you take it? Can you handle more?”

I could handle anything for him. I
nod, licking tears from my lips. “Yes, sir.”

Logan produces more rope, and I keen
low, under my breath, as the binding starts again. God help me, I
like it, the way the coarse rope scratches the soft skin of my tits
as he ties off my bulging mounds. This time, the rope also binds my
thighs. I don’t quite understand it, until Logan bends to encircle
one of my ankles with his hand. He draws my foot up out of my
high-heel shoe and ties it bent up behind me, connected in ways I
cannot see but can definitely feel to the ropes along my thigh and
my back.

He stands in front of me for a moment,
then, breathing warm and hard into my face, against my mouth. “This
is going to be intense,” he tells me. “You know what you’re
supposed to do?”

I swallow my panic and nod. “Breathe.
Give myself to it.”

“Good girl,” he says and claims a
quick kiss before bending at my feet again.

I cry out, hesitantly and then in
sincere distress, as Logan secures my other foot behind me. I am
completely suspended now, feet curled back. It’s not that my weight
is straining my arms or my feet. The rope-work along my back, like
a harness, seems to be supporting much of my weight. But my thighs
are straining, burning badly, as the ropes work with gravity to
draw my legs wide apart. I try to tense my arms and shoulders to
ease the stress, but this makes the muscles in my back burn just as
badly. In the end, I can only relax into it and hope the same
warmth that accompanied the flogging will ease my
suffering.

Grabbing me hard by the hair, Logan
speaks directly into my flushed face. “I’m going to fuck you,
Lieutenant, like you’re my whore, my bitch. Is that what you
want?”

“Y-yes, sir,” I whimper through
clenched teeth.

Then the wide head of Logan’s fat cock
is pressing against my slit, after so long of wanting and waiting.
I squeal as he shoves just half the length of his tool up my
cunt.

“More, Lieutenant?”

I nod, grating, “Yes, sir.”

Logan’s powerful hips draw back and
slam forward again, ramming my defenseless pussy. My head lolls
back and I whine through a mixture of searing pain from the muscles
in my legs and bone-melting pleasure from Logan’s thick member
filling and stretching me.

He doesn’t ask again if I want more.
Maybe he understands I’m beyond the point of words now. Logan fucks
me, pumps his rigid tool into my cunt, plows my pussy wide and
deep. He uses the ropes at my hips for leverage. My body is
dangling, swinging, swaying along the length of Logan’s
cock.

After a while, it doesn’t really feel
like I’m suspended anymore. There is no up or down, just the
swirling of blissful haze in my head, Logan’s hot body grazing
mine, his raspy sighs and curses against my face. It doesn’t hurt
anymore. All the resistance has drained out of me.

“Look at me, Eva.”

Logan’s voice is the only absolute
anchoring me in my river of sensation. With great effort, I raise
my head to look at him. Those beautiful pale eyes.

“Are you afraid?” he whispers. I shake
my head no. “You want this, with me?” I nod. “I want you to come,
baby. Come on my cock.”

And I feel Logan’s hands gripping my
ass, so he can hold me steady for a barrage of hard, grinding
stabs. The pressure of his body against my clit is immediate and
intense. Though I couldn’t have moved a moment before, now I strain
to grind against him, to increase the friction on my needy,
twitching nub. Logan fucks me relentlessly, savagely, grunting and
panting, until the heat and friction and silky bliss of flesh
against flesh drives me over the edge.

My eyes roll back in my
head as my climax catches like a wildfire in high grass, flashing
over me with heat and white hot pleasure. I don’t so much tense as
tremble, shiver,
vibrate
. My nerves dance until even
they are exhausted. My head falls forward against Logan’s shoulder
as he sighs raggedly and stills inside me. His cum, thick and
soothing, pours into my raw, battered pussy.

***

I don’t think I actually pass out, but
I can’t quite recall Logan releasing me from the hook or the ropes
or sitting down on the tarp with me straddling his lap and resting
forward on his chest. But here I am.

His soft lips press a long, warm kiss
to my forehead. “Was that too much, Lieutenant?”

“By far.”

“Regret it?”

“Not a moment, sir.”

I smile against his neck when his arms
hug me a little tighter.

“And what…” Logan pauses, as though
weighing his choice of words. “What if I wanted to keep you? My
girlfriend, my lover.” With a raspy whisper, he adds, “My good
girl.”

Tentatively, holding my breath, I
raise my head to look Logan in the eyes.

“You mean something serious?” I ask,
gnawing on my bottom lip.

“Very.”

I can’t help it. There it is, that
giddy smile. “Yes, sir.”

And I open my mouth for his kiss, for
my alpha male, my commanding officer, in every sense of the
word.

THE END

AN EXCERPT FROM ERIKA
MASTEN’S

DOMINATION SEX: CONDITIONED
RESPONSE