“Sir. Yes, I understand, Sir. Please…”
I pull my fingers out and move behind her. I push myself into her dripping wet honey hole and thrust fast and hard. She starts to scream my name as I continue to ram into her. I reach around front and squeeze her breasts and bite down on her shoulder blade. Fucking hell… I don’t want to come just yet. I move my hand down towards her clit and start working it while I squeeze her shoulder with my other hand. The sound of her ass slapping against me, the smell of sex and leather, and her loud moans are too much and I feel my come engorging me. Fuck. I lean into Isa and whisper to her.
“Come for me now, sweetheart.” I say as I continue rapidly thrusting into her.
And like a good submissive, she comes.
From The Art of Domination
Threats & Regrets
About an hour into painting, I hear footsteps in the stairwell and look over to see Dylan watching me. He’s rubbing his eyes and yawning, and looks damned sexy in just his sleep pants. He sits on the loveseat that’s up against one of the large windows and he makes himself comfortable, not saying a word to me. He props up on one elbow and leans his head into his hand and watches me fixedly.
I wonder what he thinks when he’s watching me. I must look a mess, all black and blue, bed head and oversized T-shirt. I put my brush down and look over at him, feeling too self-conscious to continue with the painting.
“Don’t stop on account of me,” he says.
Why else would I stop?
“It’s another amazing painting. You have an uncanny way of capturing yourself on canvas.”
“Thank you. It’s almost done.”
“I think this should go in the show, too.”
“No, this one isn’t for everyone to see.” I say, feeling shy.
“Why not?”
How do I explain this is Dominant Isa? Can’t he see that?
“Because it’s Mistress Isabel?” he asks, reading my mind.
I feel my cheeks warm to his comment about Mistress Isabel again. “Yes. Only you get to see her.”
“That’s good logic. I’m not keen on anyone else seeing that side of you either.”
“Dylan, what if those videos are leaked?”
He looks distressed at my question but I can’t help but wonder what will happen.
“We’re working on finding out where the signal was sent. We can’t worry about that. Everything that can be done is being done.”
I walk over and sit on his lap and inhale his sexy scent.
“You smell so divine. Has anyone ever told you that? Wait… no. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know,” I say, keeping my nose buried in his neck.
He laughs softly and then answers me anyway. “No one has ever told me that.”
“I don’t believe you,” I tell him and start biting his tender spot near his earlobe. My left hand finds his wedding ring and I start twisting it around his long finger. I want him in me. I want to ride him hard. I can’t take this anymore. If he tells me no one more time, I’ll go completely insane. I swear it. I’ll lose my friggin’ mind. I sit up and straddle him and reach down between his legs and grip him hard. He winces and narrows his eyes at me.
“I want you,” I demand.
“I can see that.”
Oh, brother. “I mean it, Dylan. I want you, now.”
“Yes. I can clearly see that as evidenced by your rock hard nipples,” he says casually and with no expression on his face.
To hell with this. I slap his face hard, taking him by complete surprise.
“That’s for making me wait,” I tell him.
I grab his hair and pull hard and kiss him viciously, forcing my tongue inside his mouth. I can taste his arousal. His breathing becomes rapid and I feel his cock get hard beneath me. He tries to reach up and touch me, but I grab his hands and pin them under my knees. I’m so turned on I can barely contain myself. I lean back and slap him again, more gently.
“That’s for telling me that the only things that make you happy are fucking and being in control.”
“I already told you…” he tries to interject but I put my finger up to his mouth.
“No more words. I want action. Fuck me hard or lose me forever,” I say.
His eyes burn blue hot and dilate and he clenches his jaw.
“Is that a threat?” he asks as he pulls his hands out from under my knees. He pulls my hair with one hand and grabs my jaw with the other.
Good. I hit a nerve. Maybe now I’ll get his big dick inside me.
“It’s a fact. Now fuck me,” I say more adamantly.
I can see he’s not amused but I don’t care. I want him so badly I can feel my own come threatening to leak out of every orifice in my body. He moves at the speed of light and pushes me off of him, stands up and pulls my pants down, exposing my bare ass. I’m always amazed at how quickly he can move when he’s determined to spank me. I hear myself gasp as he pushes me over the back of the couch and brings his hand down swiftly onto my ass. I grip the back of the couch and bury my face in the cushions, trying to muffle my scream. That’ll leave a mark, I just know it. He pulls back on my hair again, lifting my face off the couch.