harder than ever before. You’re going to take all of me tonight. Every fucking inch. I’m going to destroy your pussy… give you delicious pain…”
She swallowed hard, her pussy wet and threatening to stream down her inner thighs. How helpless she was.
“Owww!” She wailed when he tugged at her right wrist. Some sort of fabric was wrapped quickly around it, then pulled taut. He’s tying me to the bed. He’s tying me to this damn bed! “Nixon! Nixon!”
He ignored her. She could hear him walking to the other side of the bed, and then he did the same thing with her other arm. She now lay flat, stretched wide.
“Shit!” He grabbed her ankle, and now he was tying that, too, the soft material so tight. It seemed like he was taking an eternity, but it could’ve only been a minute until she felt the strain in her thigh muscles as her legs were opened so wide, it hurt. She couldn’t see him, couldn’t hear him, but she knew the fucker was there. His energy was like a dark cloud. But she wanted his reign, and his rain…
I know he’s there… Looking at me… dominating me with his thoughts before even touching me again.
“I know what this is now. You’re a Dom.”
She heard him chuckle. He sounded as if he were pacing back and forth, slowly but surely.
“I am whatever the fuck I want to be. Men like me are sometimes considered Doms, at least at The Cage.” His voice boomed and the sound radiated through her. “I don’t care for titles, I don’t call myself that because I don’t consider myself to be entrenched in BDSM society, but some in the Sex Club community find them useful. I believe people do what they wish. We follow our basic instincts, or at least attempt to. If someone tries to make us steer from those instincts, we find coping mechanisms, we go underground, we keep secrets – but we will always want, always need, always desire what we crave. I can’t be dominated in bed or anywhere, for that matter. You can’t be dominated at work, and yet, someone has tried. How insulting. However, in bed, you want to be controlled. Completely ravished.
“You’re not a sub in the traditional sense, Yasmine. You’ve had no training, read no books, taken no courses. It just comes to you naturally. It’s your basic instinct. And that is what makes you so beautiful. You came into this world, my world and now, our world, organically. I could not believe my fucking luck when I saw you at The Cage. Gorgeous. Professional. Beautiful voice. Confident. And most of all, needing to be led and fucked until you could barely walk… There doesn’t need to be a title for what we are, and what we do. I told you titles don’t mean shit to me; in fact, they’re limiting, and I don’t like limits. But just know, you’re my plaything, Yasmine. You’re my toy. I will fuck you as much and as hard as I want. I will keep going until I get my fill. I will eat your pussy whenever I want to, make you cum over and over and I will fuck you in the ass without warning, if I so feel like it. We have an agreement, a binding verbal contract. You only do these things for me. You only want these things from me. No other tongue, hands, or dick will do. You’re not a whore, but you are definitely my whore, twenty-four-fuckin’-seven. Do you understand me, you dirty fuckin’ princess?”
“Yes!”
“SAY IT!”
“Yes, Nix… I am your dirty fucking princess! Your whore!”
“I’m standing here, looking at you. You’re so amazing, so sexy. Every inch of you is a diamond, a piece of my playground. Tell me what you hear…” He grew quiet then.
Her heart galloped and her face flushed.
“I hear my own breathing.”
“Mmm hmm… I do, too, baby… I do too…” She felt pressure on the bed. His scent was so intoxicating. He was so close… “I want to eat my pussy… I’m going to lie between these spread legs and eat what belongs to me. I love eating this sopping wet, slick, sweet kitty of yours. I dream about eating you over and over again. But let it be known and understood that I own this pussy. It’s no longer yours. It’s mine.”
She cooed when his big hands wrapped around her thighs and his body nestled between them. A hot, wet tongue lapped at