Retraining the Dom (8 page)

Trey staggered
on his feet.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Shit, woman!
Are you trying to kill me?
Oh dear God.”

Worried that
Trey was in pain, Olivia frowned. She’d never had such a reaction from her subs
before. “Are you all right? Let me remove it.”

“
Noooo
.”
She stopped, her hand arrested
on the handle of the plug. “No. Leave it, but for God’s sake go back to what
you were doing to my cock, woman.”

Stunned just for
a moment, she let out a barking chortle. She wasn’t entirely sure who was
dominating this scene. “Okay, but stand up straight or your legs will cramp.”

Trey stood
uneasily. He had a strange look on his face as he adjusted to the feel of the
toy. It was a mixture of pain, bliss, and something that looked like he needed
to poop.

Olivia stroked
her hand sensuously around his body first enjoying the feel of his flat
stomach, before doing as he commanded. Lowering her palm she rubbed it firstly
in the pre-cum dripping out of his tip then wound it around to coat his shaft.
He was hot and throbbing—and very erect.

Shifting
uncomfortably on her own feet, Olivia, too, was throbbing, and wet, her panties
feeling very damp. She hoped Trey didn’t have a strong sense of smell as it
would give her away. This wasn’t the time to give in to her desires—if ever.
She would have to make do with touching him under the guise of teaching him a
lesson in control.

Without letting
go of his cock she walked around his body dropping to her knees in the front and
took hold of him in both hands.

“Now, let’s get
see if we can get you hotter.” Whirling him between her palms like she was
trying to start a fire, his own juices making it easy, she then changed what
she was doing and started slapping him back and forth.

Trey moaned.
Actually it was more of a groan—of agony.

Olivia was
highly amused and ducked her head to suck his ball sac into her mouth, pulling one
into her mouth before letting it out with a pop, then the other, gently
nibbling the skin around them. He staggered, and she felt him put a hand out to
her head. She stopped, but he didn’t clasp her head this time, just steadied
himself.

That was all
right, but she could feel his balls tightening as she continued pumping him.
“Don’t come, Trey.”

His answer was a
strangled grunt.

Varying her
tactics she left his balls and teased his cock, running her nails along its
length then dipping her tongue into the hole at the tip. Each change kept him
on edge. She knew he would nearly be there, and then each time she denied him
release. Trey might be expert at
sado
-masochism, but
dominance was her forte. She knew how to bring a man to his knees.

When he started
trembling violently, it was time. “Come for me, Trey.” Taking his head deeply
into her mouth she sucked as vigorously as she could until he spurted into her
mouth. He tasted salty, hot,
sticky
.
Delicious
.

Trey shouted his
climax.
“
Yessssssss
, oh dear God,
yessssss
,
yesss
, yes.”
He
was breathing heavily and trembling.

Wiping her mouth
Olivia finished the scene with a parting shot. “So you see, Trey, you might
think you are in control during a scene like this, but actually it is in the
sub’s hands. Or even her mouth.”

Chapter Six

Olivia was biting her lips as
she gripped the arms of the chair. Trey was plundering her pussy with his mouth.
He could see she was trying not to moan.

He grinned. It was payback
for what she did last time, and he guessed she was now regretting arranging this
particular scene. She had informed him that he was probably the sort of person
that didn’t bother with finesse in his sex, such as pussy play. Trey silently admitted
that he was a “slam into the girl” type of man with very little foreplay, his
subs thoroughly enjoying his long length, but he wasn’t going to tell Olivia
that as she had a bad enough opinion of him as it was.

As she discarded her pants
and instructed him to kneel in front of her he was rather puzzled. However, when
she placed her legs over the arms of the chair and told him to show her how he
sucked pussy he didn’t respond verbally, but gave her an expression of “you’re
joking”, which she apparently found extremely amusing.

“You can’t do it.” Her
mocking taunt was enough to rile him, and he knelt in front of her. He’d done
so many things he never thought he would do in this “retraining” that giving
her some cunnilingus was easy. G
lancing down he saw that her pussy was
neatly trimmed. He was used to seeing subs who’d shaved all of it off. It made
a change. He smiled wryly. It seemed almost virginal.

So bemused was he that he idly stroked the back of
his fingers over her dark bush, tinged with white. She might dye her head, but
didn’t bother down here.

“What are you doing, Trey?” She was using her “schoolmarm”
voice again.

Chuckling, he told her.
“Exploring
you.
You’ve examined me. I’m just returning the favor.”

“Well, explore with your mouth.”

He chortled. She seemed disconcerted that he was
taking his time. Using his fingers to push aside her pubic hair, he exposed
lovely pink labia. Nice and large, just the way he liked. For a few moments he
just played with the nice plump lips.

“
Treyyyy
!”

“Just
preparing the way, oh Mistress.”
Before she could reprimand him he dropped his head, finally getting
stuck in. Holding her lips open, his tongue swirled along the inner edge,
tasting her sweetness. Dipping the tip of his tongue into the entrance to her
vagina briefly, he laughed inwardly when she sucked a breath in.

Oh, she likes that!

 
 
He
lifted his head to suck her rapidly engorging clit into his warm, wet mouth,
biting gently, then not so gently. His hands were clasped around her quivering thighs
holding her tight to him.

I’ll show her who’s in charge.
Trey jabbed a tongue into her pussy again in
imitation of the act he really wanted to do.
In the meantime, he intended to demonstrate that he
could give the best cunnilingus she’d ever had and swirled around her clit
giving it a tongue-lashing. She pulled away suddenly, which made him aware of
how sensitive she was. Releasing her clit he plunged into her pussy again
tasting her juices as they trickled out.

As her legs started trembling
he pushed them over his shoulders. Glancing upward he could see her head was
thrown back and her hands tightly gripped the arms of the chair. Pressing his
forehead into her
mons
he attacked her clit, sucking
harder.

“
Urrgh
.”
She clearly
couldn’t stop the unwitting cry that came out of her mouth as she started
bucking into his face, the heels of her stilettos digging into his back as she
came.

Eureka!

Trey lifted his head when he
felt her relax back down, her breathing steadying once more as he idly stroking
her thighs. “Wasn’t that right?”

Glaring at him, she said in
a rasping voice, “Pig, you know perfectly well that was … the correct
technique.”

Wondering if she meant to
say anything else like, “that was wonderful”, he smirked at her. When he set
his mind to it he knew he could be very, very good. It was just that he
couldn’t be bothered most of the time.

“Who’s the daddy now?”

Olivia chuckled.
“Only when I’m not being mommy.”

Trey tensed, his fingers
digging into her legs.

She frowned. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head.
“Bad choice of words.”
Seeing her eyebrow lift in curiosity,
he cursed, knowing she wanted more explanation. “I had a bad childhood. You
don’t want to be my mommy, believe me.”

She was quiet for a moment,
and then unleashed one of her unexpected questions. “Okay, we’ll discuss that
further another time. But tell me, when was the last time you actually sucked a
sub’s pussy?”

Trey sat back on his heels
startled, dropping Olivia’s legs to the floor as he ran his hand through his hair,
part of him relieved she wasn’t forcing that issue, part of him unable to
answer her query. “Christ,
Livvy
. God knows. I was
never particularly interested in their pleasure. In fact, even when I have done
oral sex I never did it for their enjoyment, just my own—you know, biting,
keeping them on edge, denying them release, that sort of thing.”

It didn’t seem to surprise
her. Her voice was soft when she said, “Therein lies the problem. Have you
actually ever gotten any enjoyment out of your scenes? Or was it about
dominating for power?
For control?”

The emotions going through
him were too rapid to take in properly. He was stunned that she knew him well
enough analyse him correctly, and then he felt guilty, possibly because he’d
never cared about his subs. And then anxious that she was going to guess the
truth. On the other hand, Olivia might be someone he could trust implicitly. But
this wasn’t the time.

He blanked his face as he
retreated emotionally, not answering her question. Moving forward again, he pushed
her legs wide so he could insinuate his body closer to hers. The sight of her
luscious breasts pushed up by the tight purple corset she wore, the tantalising
tattoo on her right breast—most of it below the line of the garment he thought,
increased his desire, and his cock throbbed, pressing against his jeans. That,
and her long, long legs he’d had fantasies about being wrapped around him.

Down, boy, she’s not giving it to you.
At least, not yet.

But her breasts were too
much of a lure to ignore and taking hold of her corset laces he started
loosening them to ease the two halves apart, wondering if she would stop him.
She stiffened and started to sit up, but surprised him by letting him go on.

The laces were the sort that
tied at the bottom. Trey stopped when he saw the ring in her belly button, and
the chain that went through it which was fastened to something further up.

His eyes flickered to hers
with great interest.
“
Livvy
.
What’s this? And where does the chain go, I wonder? You are not wearing a
collar, so I can only presume it is attached to something else.”
This is fascinating. Why such an obvious
sub thing to wear?
Not that
Doms
didn’t wear
piercings as they could be quite intimidating to a sub, but being attached to
her breasts, as he guessed they were
,
it was more
submissive than Dominant. He wondered why she had become a
Domme
instead of staying a sub.

Olivia hesitated briefly. He
could see indecision in her eyes—to let him continue or to stop him? Her voice
was husky when she conceded. “Well, you had just better find out.”

Yes!

 
“And while you are there, see if you can give
my breasts the same attention you gave my pussy. I expect only the best
treatment, and failure will mean a punishment.”

“Oh,
naturally.
I’d better perform to my
highest then, Mistress.” He was being sarcastic, but it was an amusing banter,
and he was thoroughly enjoyed their repartee. And if it relaxed him and made
him into a better Dom who connected with his sub then she had done her work
properly, he wryly noted. She was obviously enjoying his administrations in the
meantime.

Keen to see more, he swiftly
undid her corset, practically ripping the two halves apart, the laces nearly torn
from their holes. Then he suddenly stopped.

“And what is this?”

Trey was not asking about
the chain, but a tattoo instead—a tattoo of a phoenix it appeared, rising from
flames as it curved in flight across her stomach.

“I’ve had it a long time
now. Like it?”

Olivia shivered as he
trailed his fingers along the line of the bird’s body, its wings spread wide.
Without looking he guessed the tail was around her back. It wasn’t an obvious
representation of a phoenix as they were usually upright, not diagonal.

“Very
nice.
It’s good work.” He wasn’t particularly into tattoos
himself, but this one intrigued him. He glanced up at her, leering. “And where is
the head, I wonder?”

She smiled. “You’ll see.”

There were only a few more
holes with the laces still entwined. Rather than tearing the rest of it Trey
held her gaze as he deliberately worked the remaining cords loose, his knuckles
teasing the sides of her lovely large breasts, which lay heavily on her chest.
Olivia was quivering, and he was pretty keyed up. He wondered if the desire he
saw in her eyes was echoed in his. He hadn’t been this desperate to have sex
with someone in a long time.