Playing Dom (18 page)

With my clothes
completely out of the way, Micah crawled back over me, looking
powerful and ridiculously sexy. Every part of me ached to have him
against me. I had had enough foreplay. I was ready for the main
event. When I felt him reach over me, I writhed slightly, wishing I
could hump him. It was almost embarrassing how desperately horny I
was, how much I yearned to have his cock inside of me. He was a slow
tease though, and when he picked up the candle again, I knew it was
far from over.

“
You shouldn't
have bit the end of it. It might hurt now,” he said, observing
my teeth marks in the base of the candle.

“
What do you
mean?”

He looked down at
me, his gaze darkening. “That wasn't a question, love. One more
word from you and you're getting the ball gag. Now suck, and make
sure you get it nice and wet.”

Micah pressed the
base of the candle to my lips, and I took it into my mouth, hoping
and praying he didn't plan on lighting it again. He worked it back
and forth, and I soon caught onto his game, taking the opportunity to
show him what I could do to other parts of him. I sucked and moaned,
making a big display of it, feeling the waxy smoothness against my
tongue. My effort was short lived though. Micah pulled the candle out
of my mouth with a popping sound and slid it between my legs, pushing
it between my pussy lips. I gasped from the sensation of the candle
petting over my heated clit. He flossed it between my velvety folds
from end to end, and I squirmed slightly from the strange sensation.
Then he pushed the thick end against my sensitive nub and began
rolling it around, massaging me with the candle. I moaned and bit my
bottom lip, losing myself to pleasure. The waves of orgasm were
quickly rolling to the surface, his merciless pressure causing heat
to bloom and spread through me. Just when I was about to peak, he
pulled the candle away, flooding my body with frustrated need. I
whimpered and pouted at him, silently telling him that he should put
that candle right back where it was. He didn't listen though. Micah
simply smirked and bent to kiss my stomach. Then he looked back up at
me and held the candle inches away from my face.

“
Do
you want me to fuck you with this? A simple nod will suffice.”

No. I want you to
fuck me with something else, but at this point, anything will do.
I
nodded obediently, knowing he didn't want me to speak.

“
Suck,”
he told me again, pressing the candle to my lips. I took it in
willingly, lubing it up for the next pass.

This time when he
took the candle away, he didn't play with my clit. He carefully
pressed it between my folds, seeking out my moist entrance. The
candle slipped inside almost effortlessly, fat end first. It was big,
but not enough to do much good, only a taste of the larger fleshy
appendage my body was truly craving. I moaned anyway, just happy to
be filled by something Micah was controlling. Our eyes locked, and as
he fucked me with the candle, pleasure rolled through me, though it
wasn't quite the orgasm inducing kind. My muscles clamped around the
candle, hoping to create a greater sense of thickness, but there was
no substitute for the real thing.

Thankfully, Micah
didn't tease me for long. He pulled it out, flipping it over in his
hand. For a split second, I thought he was going to stick the wick
end into me, and my mind went into a momentary panic. But then he
moved farther up my folds, pushing the wick between my pussy lips and
seeking out my sensitive nub. The feeling of it brushing against my
skin was strange at first, but when he began moving it back and
forth, painting my bulb like a brush, I knew I was lost. My fingers
wrapped around my restraints in preparation for what was to come, and
I braced myself, silently begging for him not to pull away again. He
did though, and my orgasm subsided for a split second. The candle
dropped from his hand, and he shoved two fingers deep inside of me,
pressing his palm against my clit to rub my pleasure out the rest of
the way. I moaned when the tides rushed to overtake me, sending my
body spinning in euphoric bliss. My cunt squeezed around his fingers
as my orgasm wrecked me, my hips bucking to the feel of his palm
massaging me into oblivion. It was one of the best orgasms I had ever
had, and it left me absolutely breathless.

“
That felt
amazing,” he whispered into my ear, still fingering me, though
his palm had left my clit.

I wanted to crack a
joke that he should have felt it from the receiving end, but I knew
better than to speak. Instead, I just watched him, enthusiastically
awaiting his next move.

Micah stood up on
the bed, his head nearly touching the ceiling. He kept it bowed, his
eyes burning into me with a lusty intensity that made me want to
start writhing again. Even though I had just had an orgasm, seeing
him like that set my core reactors to burning and tremors of desire
pumping through me.

He hooked his hands
around the waistband of his boxers and pulled them over his hips,
revealing that glorious thick cock of his. Good God was he ever sexy.
I felt like I was about to get ravaged by a guy from one of those
fireman calendars. Micah was all muscle, impressive size, smoldering
eyes, and beautiful tousled hair. I wanted to touch him so badly, but
all I could do was look. It was torture.

When he lowered
himself down over my head, I knew what he wanted. That phallus had
been big from a distance, but it seemed to grow the closer it got.
Maybe it was just excitement making it bigger. Perhaps it was a trick
of the eyes, but when it reached my lips, I was worried my mouth
wouldn't fit around it.

I needed no
direction for what was coming next. My tongue lapped out
instinctively, wanting to taste him, feeling the need to return the
favor for all the pleasure he had given me since we'd first started
messing around together. He was teasing with it though, treating me
like sucking his dick was a privilege. Then again, I suppose
everything was a privilege with him, and how privileged I felt.

I kept my tongue
exposed and stared up into his eyes as he petted his glans over it a
few times, barely pressing the tip into my mouth and then pulling it
out again. He used my mouth like a toy, rubbing his base around my
tongue, then the tip, never allowing me to take it in fully. It made
me feel greedy for him, and eventually I started giving chase, trying
to suck him into my mouth, though he kept deflecting my advances.
When he finally did let me catch the prize, he was brutal about it,
grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing me to deep throat him
almost immediately. This wasn't my first rodeo though, and I was more
than prepared for it, determined to match whatever he thought he
could throw at me. I moaned and sucked and licked, controlling my gag
reflex and enjoying all the sensations of being dominated by him. In
that moment, he owned me completely, and I willingly belonged to him,
lost in his sexual game of cat and mouse. Give and take. Pleasure and
discomfort. He used me, violated my mouth with thrusts of various
speed and depth, plunged himself into me until I could taste his
salty pre-seed sticking to the back of my throat. I swallowed it like
it was a gift, purring softly from his masculine flavor. It was one
of the most intense blow jobs I had ever given, and I didn't even
really have to work much. Micah was in full control. I was just a
tool to him, a means to an end. All tongue and mouth and moans.

“
I'm going to
fuck you now,” he told me, and all I could do was nod in
approval. Oh how I had been waiting for this.

Micah crawled
between my thighs and unfastened my ankle restraints one at a time.
Then he grabbed my legs and pushed them all the way up to my chest.
My sex throbbed in needy anticipation, practically begging for it. I
needed him inside of me, maybe even more than I had ever needed a man
before.

When he had me in
position, he spread my legs out wide and let them go. I could only
assume he wanted me to hold them in place, so I did, watching as he
grabbed his manhood and spanked my clit with it. Each slap sent a
small pulse through me that further ignited my desire. If he was any
more of a tease, I thought I would explode.

Finally, his glans
touched my entrance, and I felt him start to slide inside. He was
bigger than Chet, longer and thicker. My body tensed at the
intrusion, but I was more than willing to take him in. Micah's cock
spread and filled me, making me groan from the tight sensation. God,
how I had wanted this. And now that it was finally happening, it felt
every bit as amazing as I had imagined.

He didn't tease me
when he slid inside. Micah needed this just as bad as I did. I
groaned as he went balls deep, then immediately clutched onto one of
my legs and began bucking, his rhythm surprisingly slow and careful
for as carnal as the blow job had been. I savored every moment of it,
the feel of him gliding in and out, the way my body responded to his
girth. The carnal heat in his eyes faded for a while, and I saw only
pleasure. Then he seemed to snap back to, and he grabbed my throat
while he fucked me, though he didn't squeeze. It was more an act of
dominance, as if I didn't know who the alpha was.

For the next thirty
minutes, I felt like a rag doll, being fucked to his will. He'd
reposition my legs from time to time, but kept me on my back, always
looking down at me with those dreamy intense green eyes. Whenever I'd
look away from him, he'd give me a soft slap across the cheek, and I
eventually realized that he wanted my eyes fixed on his face the
entire time.

It was a bit sexy
being controlled even during sex. Chet just fucked me. He never
really paid any attention to my movements, as long as I let him stick
it anywhere he liked. Micah was a lot more attentive, more planned.
He knew what he wanted to do, how he wanted to fuck me, what he
wanted me to do, and he was in control of it all. My only real job
was to obey and enjoy the ride. And how I enjoyed it. Sex with Micah
was amazing. He knew how to manipulate my body to get at my secret
depths, to make me moan and scream and cry out and claw my fingers
into the sheets. I felt almost drowned in orgasms as he'd arch his
body so that his pubic bone rubbed against my clit. Then when my
orgasm subsided, he'd reposition himself for his own pleasure before
coming back to drive me up euphoria hill again.

Finally, he reached
his limit. Hurriedly, he unfastened my hand restraints and made me
suck him off until he came. This time, he let me have full control,
lying on the bed beside me and allowing me to crawl on top of him and
show him what I could really do with my mouth when given free rein. I
jacked him off with both hands while I sucked him mercilessly,
hungrily awaiting his load. Within in a few short minutes, his breath
hitched, and I took his seed into my mouth, swallowing and then
licking him clean. His moans were music to my ears, and seeing him
spent filled me with a strange sense of pride.

“
Sir
has an amazing cock,” I told him, hoping he wouldn't punish me
for complimenting him.

“
And
you have an amazing everything,” he replied, pulling me into
his arms.

“
May
I speak freely now?” I asked, cuddling up next to him and
resting my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow as his
body began to relax.

“
You
may.”

“
Is
it always going to be like this with us, I mean if I agree to be your
submissive?”

“
Well,
it won't be exactly like this, but it will be pretty close. I realize
that you want certain freedoms, and I'm willing to compromise. So,
what are your thoughts thus far?”

I purred, “I'm
really happy being with you, but I'd still like to take a night to
think about it.”

“
I
suppose that's understandable.”

We laid together for
a long time, enjoying each other's company, my body nestled in his
warm embrace. All sorts of feelings were rolling through me, and none
of them were unpleasant. I felt safe in Micah's arms, content with
his style of domination. He wasn't like Chet at all. He was a lot
more like what I had been expecting when I first decided to get into
the lifestyle, and I loved it.

CHAPTER TEN

Fucking amazing.
Those were the only words to describe what acting as Talia's Dom was
like. She was a little mouthy, but her fiery personality was part of
her appeal.

I laid with her in a
state of unadulterated bliss, gently stroking my thumb across her
shoulder while she nestled her head against my chest. We fit together
perfectly. I almost couldn't imagine ever being without her. I just
hoped that I had done well enough, that it was enough to put her in
my arms forever.

We laid together for
a good thirty minutes before I finally got up and got dressed. Talia
was sad to see me go, which pleased me, but I had to work the next
day. I drove home with a shit-eating grin on my face, thinking about
how everything had turned out, and I went to bed with thoughts of her
in my head. She was infecting every part of me, had been for a while,
and I was quickly realizing that I wasn't sure if I'd be able to let
her go, even if she didn't want to be my sub. It had been so long
since I'd met someone like her. Was I really stupid enough to walk
away from her just because I didn't get my way? I hoped the answer
was no, but my pride was a force to be reckoned with.