The Naughty Stuff (14 page)

From The Art of Control

Dylan

“I love you,” I whisper, not being able to hide my desire for her.

Isa’s smile fades and her eyes change color.
Fuck yes.
I know this look all too well.

Isabel

“Prove it,” I whisper.

Without hesitation, he slowly lowers himself to his knees and looks down at his hands resting on his thighs.
My dear, sweet, occasionally submissive husband.
God, I love this man. I raise his face and stare into eyes that are burning true blue.

“Lick me,” I command.

He reaches underneath my apron and unbuttons my pants and removes them, along with my panties. I lift one of my legs and rest my foot on his shoulder. Pushing me back against the counter, he buries his face in my pussy. His tongue finds its way and probes deep inside of me.
Oh, that magical tongue and the things it does to me.
He licks and sucks, sucks and nibbles and tongue fucks me like a champion. Grabbing the back of his head, I thrust into his face, smothering him. When he starts to get breathless, I pull back and allow him to catch his breath and recover. His face is shiny with my juices and I damn near come undone at the sight of my beautiful husband with a face full of my arousal. Eagerly, he pulls me forward and continues his attempt to devour me. I thrust towards him, over and over until he again becomes breathless

Stepping back from him, he asks, “What next?”

I pull him up and he kicks his pants off. Holding onto his dick like a leash, I lead him up the stairs to the dungeon. Once inside, I lean against the bed post and give my order.

“Undress for me.”

He slowly unknots his tie and drops it to the floor. Next, his nimble fingers unbutton his shirt. He takes his jacket off, then his shirt and he tosses them to the side. The room is silent except for our breathing and the cascading sounds of his clothing dropping to the floor. Oh, the sweet torture of watching my gorgeous Master undress is a sight to behold.

Finally, he removes his undershirt and stands fantastically naked in front of me, his cock ring glinting in the romantic dim light of the chandelier. Walking over to him, I stand directly in front of him and run my fingers through the soft, dark patch of hair below his navel, twirling my fingers in it and watching his mouth. His lips part and he exhales slowly. I move my hand down to his shaft and stroke it gently, then caress his sack. I abruptly squeeze it and Dylan winces in pain and hisses through his teeth.

“These belong to me,” I tell him.

He closes his eyes tightly, throwing his head back and continuing to hiss as I squeeze tighter.

“Say it, Dylan.”

“Yes…” he breathes out.

I squeeze firmer yet. “Yes,
what?
” I ask more sternly.

His eyes open and his fiery gaze
meets mine. “Yes, Mistress, these balls belong to you,” he grunts out.

Easing my grip on him, he exhales slowly and his body relaxes.

“Now undress me,” I request politely.

Dylan reaches behind me and unties the apron strings from around my neck as he leans down into me. Then he reaches behind me and unties the strings from around my waist. His slow movements are sheer torture, but it’s a sensual game I enjoy thoroughly. He slips my shirt off over my head and smiles when he sees I’m not wearing a bra. His warm rough hands brush my skin delicately as they move around front of me. Running his thumbs over my nipples, I step away from him.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” I ask.

His hands drop to his sides and he looks bemused.

“Move to the cross,” I tell him. I have yet to shackle him there and I’ve been patiently biding my time, waiting for the right moment.

Dylan’s eyebrows furrow as he internally struggles with my command. His stance shifts slightly and I become impatient with him.

“What are you waiting for?” I say melodically. I’ve learned that in Domme mode, I get a much better response when using sensual domination as opposed to austerity, and when I ply Dylan with soothing commands as opposed to severe ones.

To my joy, he blinks rapidly and looks apologetic. I know just how to get the most out of my submissive Dominant. He slowly moves in front of the cross and stands motionless, facing away from me. When he turns around, his forehead is creased again. Realizing that I need to act promptly before he changes his mind, I back him up against the cross, push his legs apart and swiftly cuff his ankles in place. Next, I grab his left wrist and raise it to bind him. He’s a good head taller than me and I have to tiptoe to reach the cuff. When I look at Dylan, the corners of his mouth are lifted in a small smile as he watches me labor to shackle him. This Mistress isn’t having any of that.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I tell him, “I’d wipe that look off my face if I were you.”

Dazed by my unwavering domination, he blinks rapidly again, his contrite eyes peering at me through his dark thick lashes.

I move to his other wrist and cuff it, too, and step back to eye my handy work. I think perhaps we’ll try a little edging tonight. I’ll bring him near orgasm time and time again, only to deny him until I see fit to allow him to come.
Yes, that sounds fantastic.

Dropping to my knees, I lick and stroke him the way I know he likes it. He starts to groan and tense up, and just as he does, I stand and back away from him. His tightly closed eyes open, confusion settling on his face. When his breathing slows, I move in front of him again and stroke him, slow at first and gradually speeding up. When I look down at his beautiful cock, a small amount of
precome is dripping down his dick. I smear it around the head of his cock with my thumb and then lick it off my finger. Dylan’s mouth twitches with my action and his tongue slicks over his lips. I stroke him again and when his body reacts to my touch, I abruptly stop and step away from him. His eyes narrow at me in frustration and he growls through clenched teeth. 

“Do you want to come?” I ask him teasingly.

“Yes, Mistress,” he answers.

“You’ll come when I’m good and ready. Do you understand?”

Dylan’s eyes move from my mouth to my eyes and back, but he does answer. I’m driving him insane, the same way he does me and I love it. I’m in control right now and I love it. I call the shots right now and I fucking love it. When my question still goes unanswered, I move in close to him and run my nails down his chest, grazing him and leaving a red trail of claw marks.

“Answer me, Sir,” I prod gently as I lean into his neck and purr. I’m in control right now, but the wordplay of calling him Sir and playing kitty will hopefully elicit a delicious response from him. And it does. His eyes roll back and he answers dutifully.

“Yes, Mistress, I understand,” he pants out.

Jacking him off again, I bring him to the brink of release, only to deny him. He squirms uncomfortably against the cross, his wrists wrenching and tugging against his restraints, but he remains submissive for me. He has to know what this does to me.
I want him to know what he does to me when he’s like this.

I tiptoe into his ear and breathe out praises. “You’re so gorgeous like this, Sir. You have no idea what it does to me to see you like this. I love you so much, Dylan. There’s no one else for me,” I whisper and nip his ear.

“Oh, Isa…” he sighs out.

From This Love’s Not for Sale

Lilliana

The prolonged anticipation of being in the small room alone with Tucker was almost unbearable, and
Lilliana squirmed uncomfortably against the wooden cross.
Ruined
… it was a powerful word. Is that what she truly wanted to be? Tucker’s stare was bold and confident as he assessed her frankly. His gaze raked over her face and dropped from her eyes to her mouth to her breasts as he took in every needy and tingling inch of her. Hell, yes, she wanted Tucker to wreck her. It was as if Tucker had unlocked some deep dark part of her soul that she didn’t know existed as she stood waiting for whatever it was he wanted to do to her body.

Tucker moved to the wall of belts and pulled down a short-length, black flogger. The handle was braided decoratively and the leather looked soft, supple, and had the appearance of being worn. He looped the end of the handle over his wrist and swung it in small circles as he stalked toward
Lilliana. The air around Tucker crackled with sexual electricity, and when Tucker spoke, Lilliana’s heart lurched into her throat and her breath left her.

“Whatever shall I do with you,
Lilliana Norris? You’ve been such a naughty girl, perhaps now I should teach you how to hold that sharp tongue of yours. Would you like that?”

Lilliana’s
mouth became parched and she could barely speak, and her body suddenly felt heavy and warm. She nodded slowly.

“Say it, Lilly. Say you’ve been a bad girl and deserve to be punished.”

Tucker’s brown eyes became pitch black and a shiver ran down Lilliana’s spine. Who the hell was this man? It certainly wasn’t the same Tucker she had been with the previous weekend. Yes, he had the same confident aura and alluring authority, but the Tucker standing before her was his deliciously wicked and frighteningly naughty doppelganger. Lilliana’s heartbeat throbbed in her ears and her eyes were riveted to his mouth.

“I’m waiting, pet, and you know how I feel about that… don’t you?” Tucker’s voice dropped an octave.

“Yes, Tuck. I’ve been a very naughty girl,” Lilliana was finally able to say in a fragile and timid whisper.

Tucker lifted his right brow at her mischievously.
“And?”

Was he really going to make her say it? Tucker glided over to
Lilliana and swished the flogger lightly over the tops of her thighs. Lilliana became startled at the motion even though there was no pain involved.

Tucker’s voice was low, thick and uncompromising when he spoke his command. “Say.
It.”

Recovering from her unwarranted panic,
Lilliana answered almost inaudibly, “I deserve to be punished.”

Tucker intuited
Lilliana’s anxiety and gave her a smile that warmed her insides, and she knew at that moment that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

“I’m not a violent man nor am I sadist, Lilly, and I’ll never punish you in anger, so put your mind at ease. You’ll only experience your first time once, so relax and soak up all the sensations you’re about to feel.”

Lilliana tried to rein in her nervous energy but it was a futile effort. She was too tense. The bindings on her wrists were so loose-fitting that her hands kept slipping out due to the dampness of her sweat. It had been a polite and welcome gesture that Tucker had allowed them to be that way, but they were proving ineffective and Lilliana wanted to experience true restraint.

Just as Tucker began to load some music on the stereo, she made her simple request.

“Tuck?”

Tucker turned his head, looking over his shoulder at her.

“Can you tighten these, please?”

Facing
Lilliana, Tucker’s mouth parted and his eyes flared, and Lilliana knew she had spoken exactly what he wanted to hear. Approaching her slowly and deliberately, Tucker adjusted the leather cuffs to a comfortable yet snug fit. His breath fluttered past her cheeks as his hands moved skillfully and quickly.

Stepping back, Tucker inspected his handiwork. “That’s much better and more suited for a disobedient little thing such as
yourself. Now there’s nowhere for you to run, is there?” he winked waywardly.

Lilliana’s
eyes rounded, her pulse skittered, and she suddenly felt like Little Red Riding Hood who had been tricked by the Big Bag Wolf.

Lilliana
closed her eyes and let the sounds of Ellie Goulding,
Lights,
penetrate her senses and drown out the sounds of her own heart ringing in her ears. She began to drift when the sudden sting of leather seared across her belly. She hadn’t been prepared for it and shrieked from surprise. Her eyes popped open and she looked down at her belly expecting to see blood spewing in all directions, but was pleased to see only faint pink stripes as a remnant of what had just happened. The skin warmed and tingled, and moved down to her groin.

“That was for accusing me of wanting you for only a booty call.” One side of Tucker’s mouth lifted in a roguish smile. “These next swats are just for pleasure.”

Tucker brought the flogger up again and began a barrage of light flicks on her upper thighs, reddening her flesh. Lilliana twisted and churned her body against the wood as she tried to adjust to the slightly painful heat emanating from her upper legs. Her arousal was piquing and her breathing and heart rate sped up.

“Deep breaths, Lilly; slow it down. Listen to the sound of your heart beating and try and focus on something, like my eyes or mouth. Watch them,” Tucker instructed.

Lilliana did exactly as she was told and when she did, it was as if time grinded to a halt as she immersed herself in the scene. The leather flashed over her body – her stomach, thighs and breasts, over and over. After several minutes a strange sensation she was unfamiliar with wrapped itself around her like a warm blanket, and her body felt weightless and as if she was floating on a cloud.

Tucker dropped the flogger to the floor and began to massage and knead her breasts as he kissed and sucked at her neck, bringing the blood to the surface.
Lilliana’s skin was over-sensitized and she writhed uncomfortably against Tucker’s assuage.

Suddenly
Lilliana’s arousal turned to icy fear as she teetered on the edge of losing control. Tucker’s smell, contact and nearness were overpowering all her senses as she drifted in and out of reality. She didn’t know what was happening to her. She wanted more of his touch, more of the fire he was kindling in her, and more of the thunderous wanting he had awakened within her, but her breathing became erratic and her pulse slammed in her veins as panic twisted itself around her heart. The invisible cloud that she had been floating on faded and her mind and body went into freefall.

“I’m falling!”
Lilliana cried loudly as she wrenched against the leather cuffs, trying to free herself.

Tucker’s fingers laced with
Lilliana’s and he smashed her with the weight of his body against the cross.

“I’ll catch you, Lilly,” Tucker calmly breathed into her ear. “Let yourself go. Let it all go and fly, pet. Fly…”

He slid two fingers into her wet depths and leisurely eased them in and out. Her mind struggled with what was happening to her, but she drank in the comfort of his closeness. Tucker paused to slide on a condom, then returned to her mouth to dip his tongue inside and whisper his adoration for every inch of her body.

He began assaulting her pussy again more fervently with his shaft, and the warm feeling of an orgasm began to fill her lower belly. He intertwined his fingers with
Lilliana’s again and he ground into her. His breath was hot and ragged as he leaned into Lilliana’s ear. A glistening layer of sweat slicked both their bodies as they fucked intensely, and Lilliana licked the crook of his ear, wanting to taste his salty skin. Her whimpering cries sounded foreign to her ears and after only a few minutes, all her blood surged to her pussy as warm and cold chills signaled her release. Lilliana unconsciously arched into Tucker as her body began to explode with fiery sensations.

“Can you feel how right we are for each other, Lilly?”

Lilliana thrashed her head in denial. No, she wouldn’t admit it. Not to Tucker and not to herself.

“Stop denying this thing between us. It’s
real, it’s tangible, and undeniable. We belong together.”

Tucker thrust fiercely into
Lilliana, mercilessly, trying to force an admission out of her.

“No,”
Lilliana choked out.

“You’re bound and at my mercy, and still you’re fucking obstinate. What am I going to do with you,
Lilliana?”

Tucker pulled out of her and kneeled in front of her. He thrust his fingers into her and relentlessly began to finger her swollen G-spot.
Lilliana shouted random words and thrust her hips forward instinctively. Smothering her clit with his mouth, Tucker sucked at it viciously and rolled it between his teeth. Lilliana began to float up above herself as her body heated to an unbearable temperature and she screamed, ear-piercingly loud.

“Say my name. Scream it for the neighbors to hear. Tell the world how right we are for each other,” Tucker demanded, his voice muffled against her pussy.

“Tuck…er!” Her voice cracked as her body shuddered against Tucker’s embrace and she came, soaking the front of Tucker’s chest. Lilliana closed her eyes and flew high up and far away to some other place.

Tucker stood again and buried his cock deep inside of her. His rhythm increased briefly, and he suddenly stilled, grunted and clasped
Lilliana’s hands tightly as he came.

A deep sigh of elation escaped
Lilliana’s lips, and her body went limp and began its descent. Tucker had broken through her walls and left her bare and defenseless, but still… she had never felt so free. She soared to an even greater height than before and to a place that she never knew existed.

Tucker had kept his word: He had ruined her - utterly and
totally. No other man would suffice and she both adored and hated him for it. What if things didn’t work out? Then what?

The effects of Tucker’s gentle savagery had left her an emotional mess as her body shook
uncontrollably. Now, wondering if this thing with Tucker would last was too much of a strain on her fragile psyche. It sent her over the edge and she broke down completely, crying, sobbing and wailing as the tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.

Tucker unshackled her and lifted her into his arms. Holding her so close, he squeezed the breath out her.

“Let it all out, Lilly,” he whispered in her ear.

She had no choice to but let it all go. Everything Adam had ever done to her and the way he made her feel self-conscious and defensive was erased by Tucker’s strong hands and overpowering touch. Tucker made it all go away.
Lilliana knew that if Tucker broke her heart, too, she would never recover.

“Don’t leave me,” she choked out, trying to stifle her cries.

Tucker

Lilliana was still coming down from her post-sex high and Tucker knew she didn’t realize what she was saying. Still, at that moment, his heart beat only for her. He was too emotion-filled to reply back, so he simply carried her the distance back to his bed. She hid her face in his neck as her cries slowly died down. His legs were weak and he just wanted to lie next to her and hold her close, but he managed to get to the restroom to retrieve some wet washcloths to clean them both up. When he returned to Lilliana she was propped up against his headboard, her knees pulled up to her chest.

“I’m sorry I said that,” she stated softly with only her eyes peering out at him.

Tucker gently wiped her tear streaked cheeks clean. Next, he pushed her legs apart and cleaned in between her legs. When he was finished, he laid her back down and pulled the bed sheet up over her, and finally addressed her.

“That kind of intense bonding brings out the sort of feelings we normally hide, so don’t ever be sorry for what you say in that room. I like it when your walls come down; it shows me who you really are.”

Lilliana was pensive and quiet for several minutes. Her eyes drifted off and she stared at the bedroom lights before finally speaking. Her voice was soft and delicate, and her eyes came into sharp focus on Tucker’s face.

“That was some powerful shit. Like mind and pussy-numbing,
fuckilepsy inducing, reproductive organ-exploding powerful. You really are some kind of flogger wielding sex God.”

And just like that, unfiltered, witty and sarcastic Lilly was back.