Retraining the Dom (10 page)

Olivia impatiently tapped
the handle on her thigh. “Oh, for Heaven’s sake, Trey, I never would have taken
you for a baby.”

“But it tickles!”

This was so unexpected she chortled
out loud.

“It does!” Even Trey started
to laugh now, and she knew without a doubt that he’d been trying to top from
the bottom with his pretence of submission. Maybe a better description in this
instance would be trying to “
outDom
” her.

As she moved to kneel on the
bed, her weight made it sag under their combined weight. “Okay, sub of mine, we’ve
established that. Put those legs down, and open them again.”

Moving in between his thighs
she let out a gasp of surprise when he suddenly clasped her
basque
-covered
torso with his knees holding her tightly. The bastard had the temerity to smirk
at her.

“Uh
uh
!”
She pushed at
them to make him release her.

He sighed dramatically as he
relaxed his legs, although she wondered if he was getting desperate to control
a scene. It wouldn’t surprise her.

“Now we know how ticklish
your legs are, so let’s see about your body.” She mischievously ran the feather
across his body, tickling his belly button, then smoothing it over his ribs. Trey
tensed trying to avoid the sensation. When she moved toward his armpit, an area
she suspected would be
sensitive,
he shifted on the
bed desperately pulling away from her, except his arms were restrained.

Her amusement at his struggles
was obviously annoying him as his face tightened, the previous fun behind them.
She leaned forward to rest her body over his, her breasts pressed against his
chest, to hold him steady. Taking advantage of her position he quickly encased her
in his long legs again, and he turned both of them over so quickly that Olivia
was beneath him, and on her back, in a wink.

It was a manoeuvre worthy of
a wrestler. She was amazed that it worked, as his hands were still tied and she
wasn’t a small woman.

“Well, aren’t you the clever
one?”

Despite the change in the
positions, and the fact that she was now on the bottom, Olivia passively lay
there looking up at him as he moved to lie more comfortably with his forearms
either side of her head on the pillow. His face was close to hers, her arms
pressed between their bodies, the feather lying abandoned beside them.

Stunned at how comfortable
she was, she didn’t try to push him off her, or even wriggle out from
underneath him, which she probably could have done since his hands were still
bound. She wanted to see what he would do next. Besides, it felt right.

“So, this is more like it.” She
rolled her eyes in an attitude of long-suffering which caused him to chortle.

“You know, I can’t remember
the last time I had fun with a sub.” He sounded genuine.

“That’s my line. You’re the
one being the sub, remember.”

“Oh yes. And exactly who is
on the top here?” As if that wasn’t enough, he bent his head to nibble her
earlobe.

She wriggled a little, and
he pressed her further into the bed before licking her neck. His tongue was
causing ripples to go through her body. After a few moments of delicious
necking she finally asked rather breathlessly, “Are you going to move anytime
soon?”

“Nope.
I am perfectly comfortable here. Today’s session was
about bondage, wasn’t it? I am still tied. I now know what it is like for the
sub to be restrained while their Master—or Mistress—tortures their body. End of
lesson.”

Ignoring her harrumph he
continued to kiss up her cheek and across her face, his lips soft and warm. He
skirted her lips, and when she twisted toward him, wanting a kiss, he denied
her lifting his chin, smiling at her as he held himself away.

Looking down into her
frowning face he shook his head.
“Uh
uh
.
Not sure you deserve a kiss after using that evil feather on me.”

Enough was enough. Olivia tried
to push him off, but he used the full force of his weight to hold her down,
pressing his elbows in to keep her head still. It wasn’t easy, but she knew he
worked out regularly, although she was also aware that if she had been twenty
years younger than he was instead of a few years older she may well have won
given her size.

“
Livvy
,
Livvy
. I thought you wanted a kiss.” He raised his
eyebrows at her in a mock-seducer way. “You know you do. And maybe you do merit
a reward after all you have been teaching me.”

She tried to take in his
comments and contemplated how sincere he was being. Taking advantage of her
stillness he captured her lips in one swoop, and as her mouth opened
instinctively he plunged in, capturing her tongue.

God, he tastes wonderful!
Peppermint notwithstanding, it was more the taste of Trey—rich, strong,
and mature. Her lips widened beneath his as she finally pulled her arms free to
wind them around his back, digging her fingers into his shoulders. The two of
them tangled tongues, pressing, stroking, each striving to take control, to
dominate the kiss.

It was Dom against
Domme
.

Trey tried to insinuate a
knee between her legs, the leather mini skirt she had decided to wear for a
change having ridden up. She was aware it gave him easy access. At first she
resisted, but then an idea came to her and she used his tactics against him. Pretending
to give in she let him settle between her thighs.

For a few seconds she
enjoyed the bliss of having a man in that position, so rarely did it happen.
Then, with regret, she encircled his firm girth, her long legs working in her
favour. Tied as he still was, and now restrained by her legs, he struggled, but
couldn’t move. It was her turn to grin.

He lifted his head
perplexed. “Well, I was glad you had worn a skirt for a change, but now it
seems we have an impasse.” He wriggled some more, and she relaxed slightly feeling
his cock throbbing between her legs, pressing hard against her pussy, which was
covered only by a black lace thong. She closed her eyes tightly. She
soooo
wanted him inside her. All she needed to do was shift
just a little and he could slip past her thong and enter her very wet pussy.

Trey obviously knew this,
too. Despite his being tied she could feel him moving, shifting,
probing
as he sought entry, trying to push aside her thong
with his erect cock. Meanwhile, he tried to distract her by sucking her neck.
She’d never noticed before how sensitive that part of her body was, the tip of
his tongue tickling her skin

But it wasn’t enough, and
she groaned in frustration. It was time to control this scene. Her legs and
arms still around him, before he could become conscious of her intention she
had him on his back with her on top once more.

He sighed. She knew he was
thinking that she was about to bring this session to an end.

No way.

Needing him inside her she
briefly considered getting up to get a condom, but knew from his file that he
was clean. With her on the pill and his throbbing cock tantalisingly close Olivia
moved. She reached between her legs to move her thong aside and pressed against
him until his tip was just inside.

“You want me to go get a
condom?” She had to give him the option.

Trey’s response was to push
up, but she lifted her body, keeping him inside her, but only just.

“Bitch.”

Olivia raised her eyebrows
until he answered properly.

“As long as we’re both clean
and I hope you’re safe, I’d rather not.”

She moved forward so that
she was on all fours over him letting him slide out of her.

He groaned.

“That’s what you get for
disrespect.”
Yeah, but I lose out, too!

“What do I need to do to get
back inside you?”

“Beg me.”

Trey laughed harshly.
“Please, Mistress Olivia, take me. I am yours. Do what you want to me.”

That was going a bit far,
but it would do, and Olivia widened her legs to drop back down on him, wiggling
her butt to get him into position, and then began a slow, inexorable press
downward feeling his solid length filling her. He was pretty big and
sooo
long. It seemed to take an age before she could go no
further.

It had been a little
uncomfortable at first, but she hadn’t wanted to let him know she rarely had
sex with her subs. She got off on dominating them instead, and hadn’t had a
proper relationship in a long time. This was partly because most men were
intimidated by her size, and partly because she was worried about getting too
deeply involved that her needs became sublimated to his.

“Hell,
Livvy
.
You are so snug. Can’t remember the last time I was with anyone this tight.”

She had to distract him and beamed
down at him. “Like it?” She clenched her vaginal muscles. Her pelvic floor
exercises worked well.

“Shit!”

Relaxing again she sat upright
and began to ride him, cowgirl style, but slowly, just a nice gentle trot as
her body accustomed itself to his length. Meanwhile, she had his broad chest in
front of her. A light smattering of hair covered his
pecs
and made a beeline down the middle. Olivia ran her forefingers down it and back
up, before teasing his nipples with her thumbs, enjoying the firmness beneath
her palms.

“How often you have to work
out, Trey?”

Grunting he said, “More and
more often these days.”

As she chuckled he raised
his knees to press on her back. Olivia raised an eyebrow. “You think that will
give you control?”

He shrugged.
“Worth a try.”

“Hmm. Leave them there.”
Leaning backward Olivia used his raised legs to support her back and use as
leverage. Pressing down into the bed with her knees she increased her rocking
motion, his cock now sliding easily in her wet vagina as he rubbed a particular
erogenous zone deep within her, maybe her g-spot. Whatever it was, she felt
fabulous.

She watched his face as she
moved. At first he looked delighted that she was giving him what he wanted, but
then he beamed broadly and Olivia became worried. It was a look of mischief.

When he dug his feet into
the bed and raised his butt upward to meet her downward drop she found out exactly
what he planned. The shock rippled through her body, and that sensitive spot
became one of ecstasy.

It left her breathless and
trembling.
“Bastard.”
Her voice was high pitched as
she tried to avoid crying out. It would only give him satisfaction.

Trey just sniggered and repeated
his action. She groaned and increased her speed. Placing her hands on the bed
to hold her steady they became a blur of movement as each rode the other, each
sought completion, each rushed to their climax.

“
Ahhhhhh
.”
Olivia
got there first, her fingers digging deeply into the bed cover as her body
shook and ripples ran through her. She had to rest her head on Trey’s chest as
she pressed her pelvis against his, keeping her clit tightly against his body
as long as she could.

Trey came a second later, bucking
beneath her as his seed spurted inside her, gradually slowing his movement
until he sighed in a final breath. “Oh, damn shit. That was good.”

Olivia sat up and looked
down at the man beneath her, his hands still tied. He might have been on the
bottom, but she couldn’t dispel the feeling that he had just topped her. And
somehow she didn’t care. She knew she was beginning to fall for him.
Hard.

Chapter Eight

“You want what?”

Trey heard
disbelief in Olivia’s voice, and sighed inwardly.

“I have learned a
great deal since our first session. But I think it’s time. I would like to be
able to control a scene.” He didn’t add the words, “for a change”. Instead he
altered it and said, “With a sub.”

He was actually
desperate to be in charge again. He needed to prove to himself that he hadn’t
lost his dominance, and, above all, he wanted to prove it with her, of all
people.

However, the
look on her face told him she wasn’t convinced, so he tried something else. “I
admit Sean was right to put me through this retraining.” Trey was sincere, although,
if he wasn’t so pig-headed he would truthfully acknowledge this to himself.
All right.
So he
had been thoroughly enjoying these sessions with Olivia and had learned to
restrain his tendencies toward excess, to stop being like his mother.
And to respect the subs.
After all they chose to let him
dominate them. But enough was enough, surely.

Olivia frowned.
“Hmm.
Yes, I think it may be time to see how my lessons have
worked. Of course, I’ll stay in the room to watch. Wait while I see who is
available.”