A Domme Called Pet (2 page)

Chapter Three

Tula
slipped off her heels, unzipped her jeans and tugged them down her legs. Usually
she’d make Dario do this. It was part of their etiquette, something that
heightened their senses, increased anticipation, and added to their scene.
Today she decided they needed to take things gently. Dario had been very
fragile emotionally since his life had gone pear-shaped and now, when it looked
like things might be getting back to what they called normal, she didn’t want
to upset it. He seemed to need her attention on him, to sink into his sub mind-set
and enjoy—if that was the correct word, his flogging.

She
wanted her pet back. Life had been lonely without him.

“Color,
pet.” She stroked his back with the ends of her suede flogger and waited.

“Green,
My Lady.”

 
“Good boy.” Tula stretched his arms out and
tied them to the top of the legs of the desk, thankful she’d followed her
inclinations and bought a small one. Had she subconsciously had this scenario
in mind when she’d purchased it?
 
She
undid her blouse and took it off, so all she wore was a red ‘fuck me’ thong. A
darker than it should be red ‘fuck me’ thong as it was stained with her juices.
Even the thought of scening made her wet and wanting.

Tula
considered Dario’s stretched-out body. She didn’t want to tie his injured leg
but wasn’t sure how else to make certain he didn’t injure it any more. “Can you
open your legs and not hurt yourself?”

He
chuckled. “Now that, My Lady, is a leading question if ever there was one. Yes,
to a certain extent. Why?”

 
“I don’t want to fasten them,” Tula said
briskly. “So this really is a make it up as we go along scene, pet. I’m
trusting you to remember your safe word and use it if need be.” He’d never ever
safe-worded out, and Tula wasn’t sure if his macho side would let him do so easily.
“If you don’t promise to use it if you have to, this stops now,” she warned him.
“It’s in your hands. No misguided sense of ‘ohh I can take it’ when you can’t.”

“I
promise,” Dario said promptly. “I’m steady like this and let’s face it, I can’t
fall over unless I take the desk with me, which, as it took four men to bring
the bloody thing in, is highly unlikely.”

He
had a good point. The desk had sat in their spare bedroom for months before she
had it moved, by the same four men, one afternoon when Dario was at physio, months
before. As they were all members of Dommissimma, the exclusive BDSM club in
Glasgow—or had been—they’d moved the disused equipment for her and it was now
stored at Dommissimma. Perhaps it might come back before long.

Tula
ran her fingers between his shackles and skin and tested the bindings weren’t
too tight. They weren’t. Still she hesitated and Dario looked up at her in
concern. “My Lady?”

 
She shook her head. “It’s nothing.” Now the
moment had arrived she was scared. So much had changed and so much rested on
this working for both of them

 
“Right then,” she said in her best Domme
voice. “Count, please. Two groups of ten in twos. Ready?”

 
“Yes My Lady, I’m green.”

 
She hoped to hell she was. Tula took a deep
breath and swung the flogger in an arc to land on his ass.

His
hiss was all she could ask for. His voice was clear and confident as he
counted. “One.”

****

The
sting was perfect. With each exactly placed thud, Dario counted and let himself
be carried away by the intensity of it, his feelings and his need for the pain.

 
The desire to be whole again.

“Count,
pet, or I’ll start again.” Tula’s voice filtered into his brain, and Dario realized
he’d been so immersed in the sheer beauty and sensation of those strokes he’d
forgotten to do as his Lady demanded. Where had he got to?

“Nine…”

“Good.”

“Argh.”
The next stroke was harder and caught him across both cheeks. Dario arched up
as far as his bindings allowed. “Ten…Ten…” He began to float, as his body shook
and he let himself go into that space where nothing mattered except the voice
of his Lady.

“That’s
it, float for me. How beautiful, you were so good, my love, so perfect. My pet
is back.” Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he understood she was untying
him. Dario flexed his wrists as Tula wrapped a soft blanket around him, and
held a bottle of water to his lips.

“Drink,
pet, and then we’ll cuddle.”

 
He nodded as she helped him onto the sofa that
she’d placed under the window, and winced as the cold leather surface touched his
smarting skin where his subbie blanket had ridden up. Tula tutted and wrapped
it more securely under him.

“Careful,
it’s a long while since you’ve had a glowing red butt and it will be sorer than
you think. Drink and sit quietly.”

Dario
forced back the urge to gulp the liquid, and instead sipped it slowly. The cool
liquid slid down as perfect as the finest wine.

“My
pet,” Tula said softly, as she sat down next to him and rested her head on his
chest. “You did so well, and you have such a gorgeous striped ass. I’ll show
you in a sec. First though, we need a cuddle and then get you horizontal.”

“Hmm…
Yeah…” He slurred his words as reaction set in. It had always been this way
with him. Dario had no idea how sub space worked for anyone else, but he knew
the steps it went through in his case. The sense of floating, the shakes,
probably tears, and then the need for sleep. He was almost there.

He
had no idea how long they stayed like that, silent and contented, each deep in
thought until his grasp slackened and Tula took the half-empty bottle he held
out to her. Then, without any warning, Dario began to shake all over again. It
had been intense, and boy, it had been a long time since he’d let himself feel
like this. His lashes were damp and he firmed his lips. He wouldn’t cry, not
there. Dario bit back a sob. “Ah hell.”

“Ah,
love. You’re fine, cry if you want to, let it out.”

 
He shook his head. “N ... not now.”

 
“Soon then.” Her bare breasts were warm and
heavy against his chest. “Now we just have to get you comfy and let you rest.”

“I
am comfy.” Usually—
before—
they’d cuddle
and then he’d fuck her hard and fast, doggy style or in the ass. That wouldn’t
be possible any more.

Never?

“You’ll
be comfier if we get you onto the bed. Come on now, lean on me.” She passed him
his crutches and put her arms around him, until he nodded. “Okay now.”

“Hold
on to me.”

He
didn’t have the strength to disagree. Glad the bedroom was only a few yards
away, Dario obeyed Tula without any argument and slowly they made their way into
the other room.

“We
need to rethink our play space,” she said thoughtfully as he sighed with relief
when they reached the bed and he dropped his crutches on the floor. “On you go,
onto your tummy.”

 
Carefully Tula aided him to crawl onto the bed
and stretch out on his stomach, his leg cushioned as he’d been shown.

“Will
you join me? Please? I’m cold without you,” Dario said, and could have bitten
his tongue out when she stared at him with ‘that look’. The one where he’d
transgressed. He went over his words and swore under his breath. How on earth
could he have forgotten so easily? Right back at the beginning of their relationship,
when they had been fumbling toward what they wanted and needed, they had set up
definite parameters. As far as they were concerned there was none of this ‘one
hat fits all’ crap. Everyone was different and everyone craved what thing was
best for them.

One
of which was, after a scene they stayed as Mistress and sub until Tula, his Lady,
his Domme, decreed otherwise. There had been no necessity for it, as any scene
in private always ended in sex, but it had been what they agreed on. And now
he’d fucked up.

Well
no, that’s what he hadn’t done, Dario thought, wryly. No fucking and his dick
was so hard it would snap on a tap. He turned his head to look at her as she
stood, arms crossed to one side of the bed.

Her side.

“My
Lady, I’m sorry.”

She
stared at him until he began to sweat, and his palms were clammy.

“You
are?” she said eventually, just as he was ready to beg her to do something, say
something, anything. “What for?”

“Usurping
your authority.”

“Hmm.”

Tula
slid onto the bed in one long sinuous movement and stretched out to him. She
took his chin between thumb and forefinger and pinched the skin before she
forced his head back so far it was a wonder his neck didn’t creak.

Yes.
If he’d been able to he would have
punched the air in delight
.
To anyone
not in the know it might look cruel. To Dario it was a sign that whatever
transpired next, all was well.

“Why
did you do that, I wonder? Fed up of what we are?”

Oh
hell. “No, My Lady, never that. I forgot. After all, I’ve been such a miserable
and unapproachable bastard these last months, I’ve not even been able to give
you relief in any shape or form, let alone please my Domme, in Domme mode. Today?
Today I woke up and realized just what I was denying. You, me, us. Our
relationship. All of it. I might never be able to scene as we did before, but I
decided that with my Lady’s help we could maybe set up our new protocol.” He
sighed and then sniggered. “The one where we take into account one dodgy leg,
two crutches, and a miserable arsehole for a sub, who has no manners. Will you
forgive me and let us move on?”

Chapter Four

How
could she refuse to accept such a heartfelt apology? Tula’s pissiness melted as
fast as snow under a sunlamp as she stared at the abject face of the man she
loved. The man, who, for the last few months, had been as approachable as a
jaguar who hadn’t been fed for a year.

He’d
snarled at her, blanked every overture she’d made, accepted her ministration
with an icy indifference that ate at her composure and resulted in many night
of tears in the spare bed he’d suggested she use—to, he said, make sure she got
some sleep. After all, he pointed out, bitterly she had to go into work every day—he
didn’t.

She,
he said, was the breadwinner. He was the hanger-on.

All
rubbish, but would he listen? No.

Eventually
Dario had retreated into a place she couldn’t reach him. Whatever had made him
change she gave thanks for, and hoped to hell he didn’t slide back into that
awful place from before.

Now
hopefully they could move on and be Mistress and sub again.
A Domme called Pet.
That had been Dario
when she’d told him her name and what she was.

“There’s
nothing to forgive.” She sighed as she remembered just what was supposed to
transpire the following week. “Not on your side anyway. It’s time to move
forward.”

He
raised his eyebrows in query.

Tula
shook her head. “Nothing. We’ll chat later. First though, I do think this looks
very uncomfortable.” She ran the tip of one perfectly filed red-varnished nail
along the length of his cock and teased the slit. Pre-cum coated her finger and
the bulbous head of his dick.

Dario
groaned. “Sweet hell…”

Tula
tapped his nose. “New positions, new protocol, new era, pet, eh?”
 
She bent her head and bit his nipple, and
made sure none of her body touched his. It would, she knew, drive him crazy.

“Agh…”
He hissed as she switched nipples and at the same time reached behind him to
clutch his ass. “Please, My Lady…”

 
“Please what, pet? Please make you come? Make
us come? Which?”

“Us,
My Lady always us.”

Tula
knelt up and thought rapidly. She loved their usual end to a scene, to be
fucked from behind or in her behind, but at the moment that was going to be
difficult. His leg couldn’t be moved at will.

“Fuck
me with your mouth, pet. Show me how you can make me scream my climaxes as you
take me. Then maybe I’ll let you fuck
my
mouth.
Fill it with your cum. Let me taste you, swallow your seed and give
you release.” She grinned and very slowly moved her hand behind him and pushed
the end of her finger into his anus.

It
seemed to her as if every muscle in his body tightened as his eyes clouded over
and he moaned. “Oh god, oh hell I’d forgotten how good this is. Please
please….” He sobbed the words. “Let me eat you.”

 
All thought of ‘follow the protocol, remember
who I am’, went out of Tula’s mind.

“Mouth
on my cunt, now.” The words didn’t come out quite a commanding as she hoped.
Tula pushed him roughly onto his back, and ignored his hiss as his ass once
more hit the sheets, before she swung one leg over him and knelt a few inches
off his face.

“I’m
gonna sit on you, pet. Time to show me you haven’t forgotten everything.” She
was sure he hadn’t, but she guessed a little direction wouldn’t come amiss.

“I
want to come at least three times,” she said in a deep, ‘listen to me and obey’
voice.
 
The one he had said sent him as
near to sub space as he could get without scening. “Take me and show me just
how your magic mouth will do that. Just your mouth the first time.”

 
He’d loved the way she spoke like that
before.
Tula hoped he still did. If not,
this fuck-fest might well fizzle out before it got started.

“My
pleasure, My Lady.” He took hold of her hips and roughly pulled her down, so
his lips were on her clit. His tongue stroked her labia lips and then thrust
into her channel.

****

Tula
bit back a scream. How the hell could she hold back a climax? With her sex life
as arid as the desert, and a vow not to come unless by Dario’s hands, mouth, or
cock, she’d been climax-less for longer than she wanted to remember.

 
Now though, with his wicked tongue laving her
and his lips and teeth on her, nipping, sucking her as if she were a juicy
delicacy, she began to shake. “Oh fuck it fuck me, yessss.” Her vision darkened
and she saw stars.

Twice
more as she decreed Dario gave her a climax so intense she cried. Once with his
fingers thrust deep into her pussy and his thumb teasing her anus and once more
with his mouth. When she finally curled up on her side and he rested his bad
leg carefully over her, Tula found it difficult to breathe.
 
His expression stopped her.

She’d
been all set to give him a blow job when something in his expression stopped
her. A yearning?

“Tell
me pet, how do you think I should let you come this first time? Where do you
want to spill?”

“In
your cunt, My Lady.” His words were so prompt but spoken so hesitantly that
Tula almost thought twice. However, a faint tremor that he tried to hide made
itself known to her, and she realized how important it was to Dario to make love
with her semi-conventionally. They both loved it when he fucked her from behind,
so hopefully with a few adjustments they could again.

“On
our sides then,” Tula said as if she’d not had to think about how best it would
work for him. “We can’t manage doggy style yet, and I do love the feel of you
behind me, with your balls teasing my ass.” She loved it when his cock filled
her ass as well, but that wasn’t for now. She squirmed and moaned as her juices
ran down her leg. “God I’m so bloody horny, pet, how good of you to suggest it.”

 
“Well it wasn’t entirely just for you,” Dario said
dryly. “I benefit as well, you know.”

“I
do, thankfully, and I want you in me now. You know what to do with your legs,
and cock. I’ll know what to do with the rest.”
 
Hopefully that would work. “Make me come.”

Dario
grunted and wriggled around. A pillow came into her peripheral vision as he put
it down by her side and rested his injured leg on it. “Lift up a bit so I can
put my other leg … ah yeah, like that. That should work as long as we remember
not to use the gammy leg as an extra aid or something. Now then.” He slipped his
hand between her legs and inserted two fingers into her cunt. “Oh, My Lady is
wet and ready.” In one smooth movement, he stroked her clit, trailed his
fingers over her slit, removed them, and then probed her entrance with the head
of his cock.

Tula
pushed her bottom backward and with a hard thrust, Dario entered her and set up
a rhythm as old as time.

It
was touch and go who came first, and she didn’t much care. He shook, she
trembled. He groaned, she screamed. Wet heat filled her, as her juices mixed
with his. It might not have been the longest fuck in the world but Tula
reckoned it ranked up there with the best. She put her arms back to touch him,
and hold him tightly.