The Art of Domination (2 page)

“Yes would good for starters.”

She quickly looks up at me and looks startled. “So you really are asking me?”

I almost laugh out loud at her.
Of course.
What the hell else does a massive diamond ring signify? But I suppose…

“Well, I haven’t technically asked you, but th
e ring was just a precursor,” I tell her. Suddenly I’m feeling shy. I don’t know what the fuck for.  She’s fucked me in practically every possible way and then some, so why I’m feeling bashful all of a sudden is beyond me.  I guess I should make it official and do the right thing. I get up on my knees, reach for the box and take the ring out. Okay. Here it goes…
shit
.

“Dylan, please… stop.”

What the fuck?

“You don’t really want to do this
. Not with me. Not right now,” she says sounding like she’s about ready to cry.

“Don’t tell me what I want, Isa. I know damned well what I want and I know what this is about.
We’ve been through this already.”

“Dylan,
please.
”

“Enough, s
eriously. I’ve already told you that having a family isn’t everything to me. I love you damn it and you’re all I need.” 
Why doesn’t she get that?

“You say that now, but it’s only been five months Dylan.
Five months.
What about five years from now? I know you love me and I love you as well. Can’t we just leave things the way they are?”

Fuck that
.
She’s not getting out of it that easy. “Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me or not?” She can tell I’m getting pissed now. Good.
I want a fucking answer.

“You know I do.” She says crawling closer to me.

“Then say yes already.” My alter ego isn’t taking no for an answer and neither am I. I want this woman forever and I swear to everything holy if she doesn’t say yes, there
will
be a total power exchange here tonight.

“Dylan, stop. You can’t make me say yes.” She says and now I can see her eyes starting to flare. I’ve grown to know this look all too well.

“I’m serious, Isa.
Say yes.
You belong to me and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“
Holy infantile tantrum, Dylan,
I know I belong to you
. I’m not saying no; I’m just not saying yes, okay?”

“
Okay?
No, that’s not okay. Do you want me to tie you down and whip it out of you?”  I’m dead serious and she looks utterly shocked at my statement.

“You can’t do that,” s
he says, scanning my face.

Twice she says
I can’t?
I thought she knew me well enough by now to know that I can and I
will
do whatever I want to her.  “Did you say
I can’t,
Isa?”

Now she looks contrite and it’s lucky for her that she does.
Fucking hell.
This is NOT how I envisioned this proposal going. Then again, I don’t know why I’m surprised; nothing ever goes as planned with Isabel.

“No, Sir. I mean, yes
Sir. I did say it, but I… I love you.
Please.
I don’t want to be punished. I just can’t say yes right now,” she says looking down and pushing herself forward to me, nuzzling into my chest. 
Holy hell.
She does know how to get to me. She starts purring into my neck and I can’t resist my pet.  She’s resting her head on my chest and looking up at me sweetly, batting her long lashes wildly.
Yeah, yeah, I get it
.

“Okay. You win.
For now.
But you will wear the ring, do you understand?”  She smiles innocently at me and nods
yes
.

“I take it back, Sir. I
do
want to be punished. Will you punish me, please?”

Umm
,
yes
. I think I can accommodate my would-be/could-be/should-be wife. I grab her hand and put the ring on her wedding finger and marvel at how beautiful she looks wearing it. She looks down at her hand and takes a deep breath.

“Breathe, Isa.” I whisper to her.

She looks up at me and silently mouths the words that speak to my soul, ‘I love you.’ Damn straight. She’d better love me. I smile at her deviously and jump off the bed. She’s definitely getting punished tonight. No one says ‘no’ to me, especially not Isa.

I walk over to the restraint drawer and dig out the leash. I haven’
t made her wear it in several months, but tonight she’s going to be on all fours for me after what she just pulled. I hold it up and show it to her. She narrows her eyes at me and scowls when she sees it. I know it’s not her favorite thing to wear, especially after the last time she misbehaved and I brought her to heel with it.
It’s ironic how she enjoys making me wear it, though.

“After what you just pulled, I’d wipe that look off my face if I were you.” I tell her sternly. Then I reach into the dildo drawer and pull o
ut the cat tail butt plug. She’s going to be my good little kitten tonight. Next, I grab the riding crop and the white leather cat mask. When I look back at Isa, she’s pouting, but like a good girl, she’s not objecting.
God I love it when she pouts
.

I walk over to the bed and
clasp the leash onto her collar, I remove her pony tail and slide the mask over her face, pulling it snug and then run my index finger along her bottom lip.

“I’m only going to remind you once Isa, good little kittens don’t talk.” I tell her as she gazes into my eyes.  “On your stomach and hands above your head,” I tell her.

I need to get her ready for the tail. I reach over to the side table and get the lube. I hold the tube in one hand to warm it up for her while I run the crop up and down her legs and back.  The sound of her breath as it hitches in anticipation of a lashing is making me hard.  Just when she lets her guard down, I snap the crop against her ass. She buries her face in the bedding and moans. I lay down the crop and squeeze some lube onto my index and middle fingers. I rub the lube on her ass as I slip my two fingers in. I love doing this to her; owning every part of her body. She immediately contracts down onto my fingers and I leave them stationary until she relaxes. I lean down onto her and nibble and bite her neck. That always seems to help take away her jitters. I ease my fingers in and out of her until she pushes her butt against my hand. That’s my signal that she’s ready.

I slip my fingers out and
lube up the tail good. Then I slowly insert the tip at her entrance. “Are you okay, sweetheart,” I ask her.

As s
he nods
yes
, she slowly pushes back gently onto the plug until it’s completely inside of her. She lets out a small whimper and starts shifting her ass, writhing on the bed and purring as I rub her ass cheeks. I lean down and kiss her bottom and run my tongue up her spine.
I love how her body reacts to me.
I grab the leash and pull her up onto all fours and turn her so she’s facing me.  “Be a good kitten and clean me.”

I’m still standing at the edge of the
bed and she starts circling her tongue up and down my chest, then up towards my throat, purring while she does it.
Yes. I love this. I love her. I want her to be mine forever.
My concentration is broken when I think about how she won’t tell me yes. I pick up the crop and bring it under her chin and pull her up onto her knees in front of me.

“Do you love me?” I want to hear her say it. I
need
to hear her say it.

Her wildfire eyes are blazing through the eye openings on the
mask and she looks languid and needy
. I know this look.
It means she wants to be fucked and fucked hard. She nods
yes
and licks her bottom lip seductively. “Speak pussycat; tell your Master you love him.”

***

“I love you, Master
.”

Holy damp pantie
s
, I love it when he talks to me like that; his voice deep and authoritative.  I just want him to fuck me
right now
. Damn him for making me play kitty. Although, I do like to see that heated look in his eyes when I get all furry and purry for him. The tail is shifting around inside of me when I move and I can feel the fur swishing on the back of my thighs, and I’m getting completely turned on.

I’m trying to concentrate on the t
ask at hand and be a good kitty cat, but I can feel the ginormous ring on my finger that feels foreign. I can’t believe he really wants to get m…m… I can’t even bring myself to say the word out loud let alone think it.  There’s no doubt I want to spend the rest of my life with him. The ring is so beautiful. My heart skips a beat thinking about Dylan picking it out for me. Maybe we can…

“Wh
at are you thinking about, pussycat?”  Dylan asks me, interrupting my thoughts when he leans down to peck me on my mouth.
How does he do that?
You’d think after all this time I could have a thought in my head without him honing in on it, but
no.
I try to lean forward and kiss him back but he pulls away from me. Damn him.
I want that mouth.

He s
teps back from the bed, tugs on the leash and nods towards the floor. I know that means to follow behind him like a good pet. I climb down off the bed and get on all fours. I rub my head against his leg, purr for him and lick him. He loves that. When I look up at him, he’s gleaming and smiling devilishly at me. I’m enjoying the view from below when he grabs his sweat pants and puts them on. 
No.
Why?
I like seeing him in the buff.

He grabs the crop from the bed and says,
“Follow me,” while he snaps the crop on my bottom. He leads me into his office, guiding me to Chapel Hill.

“Sit here
, kitten, and clean yourself for me.”

Oh brother.
Fine. I climb onto the couch and sit up on my knees. He walks over towards his desk and leans back on the front of it, half sitting on it. I start licking my fisted hands and emulating the motions of a cat and cleaning my face. I feel silly but I do it because it’s what Dylan wants and I love pleasing him. I’m really getting into it and putting on a show for him when his phone beeps that there’s a message. He reaches over and grabs it, never taking his eyes off of me. When he starts to call his voicemail, I pause.

“Did I tell you to stop?
Now be a good pet and play with yourself.”  He says raising an eyebrow at me.

So I keep going.
I briefly close my eyes while I shift on the couch and start rubbing myself, squeezing my nipples, rolling them between my fingers and pulling them to a point. I slowly inch my hands towards my panties and slip them inside.

W
hen I open my eyes, Dylan looks ill. I see the color drain from his face and his eyebrows furrow.
He looks angry;
really angry.
He stands up straight, turns his back to me and leans over onto his desk. He sighs heavily and then hangs up and slams his phone onto his desk. It startles me, causing me to jump and making the leather squeak underneath my knees. The sound makes Dylan turn to look at me.

“Play time is over
, pussycat,” he says solemnly.

Over?
He
never
interrupts playtime for
anything
. Whatever’s wrong, it must be serious. I stay kneeling on the couch, waiting for him to tell me what to do. He’s looking at the floor and when he sees that I’m not moving, he looks up at me and walks towards me. He unleashes me and pulls off the mask brusquely off, his harsh manner taking me by surprise. 

I wonder what’s wrong.
He’s never like this. He caresses my face gently, but only momentarily and then narrows his eyes at me. Oh hell –
that look
. Why is he so angry? He grabs my face with both hands, holding me tightly and moving closer to me, his face only inches away from mine.

“Why won’t you marry me? Do you have
other
plans?” He asks with a heated look.

Other plans?
What does he mean by that? I place my hands on top of his and lean in to kiss him and put his mind at ease, but he pulls back.

“Answer me.” His eyes are so narrow that I can barely see the blue of his irises.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t marry you, sugar.”

“Bullshit. That’s not an answer.”

His hands are squeezing so hard that he’s starting to frighten me.
Holy hell.
“You’re hurting me, Dylan.”

Dylan’s eyes immediately
soften and he releases me. He seems shocked and then he does something I’ve never seen him do before;
he blushes.
His cheeks turn bright pink and his entire face flushes red. He starts massaging the back of his neck and shuffling from foot to foot, and he looks down at the floor.