Fantasy Encounter with a Dom (11 page)

His body flexed and then froze. A convulsion of muscles seemed to spasm next, as he continued to unload his seed and groaned through each pulse into her. His head rested on her beautifully imperfect back as his arm snaked around her.

Jarred unlocked her from all her bounds and they curled up and Jarred invited Keira up as well.

“Can we keep her?” Carrie asked. “Keira say’s Tim hates his job and she can do her’s from home.”

“Carrie where would they stay.”

She gave
him a sly look.

K
eira remained silent and enjoyed her shoulder rub from Jarred again, with Carrie pressed between them.

“Carrie you don’t even live with me. Ah I see.” He tapped the end of her nose. “They have kids Carrie or did you forget?”

Carrie pouted.

Still half asleep and the need of release still in her, Keira took his hand and pulled it between her legs. She began to force his hand to rub her pussy and she moaned. The warmth of his arms and the blanket surrounded her in the early morning light.

“Please.” She moaned quietly,
pleadingly, but the hand would not help. She moved against it, as her juices began to flow and lubricate the outside of his hand.

His hardness was at her back now as he rolled toward her. Then his hand turned into a claw and gripped her hard, two fingers pierced inside.

Her eyes flew open and she rolled over, suddenly aware of what she was doing and whose hand it was. “I’m sorry, sir.” His hand seared pain through her throbbing sex. “I thought it was my husband. So sorry.” Her eyes were cloaked in worry. She’d forgotten where she’d fallen asleep.
Where is Tim?

Carrie peered over Jarred’s shoulder on the other side with an unreadable look. Keira’s memory flooded with what exactly happened last night. She flushed and closed her eyes in pure embarrassment.
Damn. I’m so fucking horny. He’s hurting me.

“What to do with you?” His hand loosened his grip and tingles of pleasure started, which
made her sigh. Her breath quickened and she felt the cold as the blankets where shorn off of her. Her temperature had risen so her skin begged relief and her nipples slowly came to a straight point. Abruptly he stopped.

Keira’s mouth opened and she looked at him, her eyes begged. “Please, sir.”

He began again and her back arched off the bed this time as his thumb rubbed her clit. As his fingers slid in and out, her hands balled up the edges of the pillow at her head as she turned her face into it; as she moaned. Her hip lifted off the bed and he stopped again.

Her lip trembled as she opened her eyes this time and a tear escaped. “Please.” She cried. “Please, sir.” Additional tears warmed her cheeks as he
r body trembled.

“Carrie, look at her eyes.”
He knelt beside her now. Keira turned her face, but Jarred took her jaw into his hand. “They’re dark.” 

“They change color.” Keira’s words spat out in frustration.

Jarred’s disapproval showed on his face. “Go.”

“Yes, sir.” Keira stood and gathered her clothes. “Should I make breakfast?” Her knees where weak, she had to take a second to gain the strength to stand on them.

“Yes. And you cannot climax or play with yourself in anyway.”

“Yes, sir.” Keira left with her head down.
She wiped her eyes after she left the room.

She could hear Carrie and Jarred allowing their sexual needs to be satisfied. Keira hadn’t expected him to do that, make her cry from that. She’d been left so many times after sex without climax. Why was the hurt burning at her core so badly?

She escaped into cooking. She sliced potatoes and used some of the drippings of the bacon to make the skin of the
home fries crispy. She hoped Tim slept well, probably drank too much after their night out. Who could blame him? She pulled out the carton of eggs and scrambled them in a bowl, adding milk. As the pan heated she felt soft hands on her. Tim.

“Morning. Sleep well?” She turned to find that he had shaved his face. “Oh my God!” Keira’s hands ran along the soft skin and smiled a giddy smile.

“Morning. I thought you might like it.”

“I love it.” She kissed his
cheek gently.

His hands
rolled over her hips and to the vertex of her crotch. His lips on her neck sent her reeling. “I need you.” He reached and turned the heat down on the stove. He pressed her over the counter.

“No. I can’t! Sir said I can’t!” She panted and pleaded, as he pulled her underwear down.

“I merely said you can’t come.” Jarred’s voice made them both freeze. His arms were crossed over his bare chest. “Do it Tim.” He commanded.

Keira’s legs shook as she stood there spread before Tim. Her need to come consumed and burned in her gut. As he slid inside her already clenching pussy she groaned
, as she tried to push the feelings down. She looked in front of her.
Something, anything, I need to concentrate on something else. Cooking! Shit! I better not burn this breakfast. I’ll be punished doubly.
She heard Tim groan behind her
. Wait was he done? That was easy
. She did it.
I did it.
She smiled at herself on the inside, but now the ache turned to hurt and it gripped her so painfully inside. She stood and brushed her dress down. She didn’t want to look at anyone. Even Tim tried to touch her and she shook it off.

She finished making breakfast and set it for everyone at the table with a fake cheerful smile. Frustration festered at her core. “I’m going to take a shower.” Keira spoke quietly, barely bringing her gaze to meet Jarred’s eyes.

“Remember what I said.” Jarred reminded her.

She nodded. And stood to clear her plate.

He took her wrist. “Breakfast was delicious. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She whispered and left when he released her.

Keira felt like a child as she pounded her feet up the stairs. She peeled the dirty clothes off from the night before. The warmth of the shower cured some of the raw emotion that bubbled at the surface.

“Keira.” Carrie’s voice interrupted her quiet serenity.

I can’t have any time to myself.
“Yes? Did he send you here to make sure I behave?” Her words came out callous, sharper then she intended.

“Yes sort of.”

“Sorry. I’m just…” She sighed through the clear curtain.

“Frustrated.”

“Yes. It’s been quite a long time.”

“I thought sir had told you to
come before you came here.” She questioned.

“Well vibrators never really give me a true orgasm. Just a quick release. Not really the same.” Keira rinsed the suds from her hair. She gently cleaned her folds, wiped the semen from Tim away.

“How long?”

“Hmm.” Keira had to think about it. “I think St
. Patty’s weekend.” She turned off the shower. “And before that was sometime in January I think.”

“Holy Shit!”

Keira pulled the towel from the bar and wrapped her body. She smiled at Carrie’s slip up. “I’m used to it normally, but not being brought so close and then refused.” Keira admitted. “Am I supposed to wear something specific?”

“No
, he’s not that kind of sir. Only when we play.” Carrie tapped her finger to her lips and then left.

Hmm okay. So much for a chaperone.
Keira dried her hair with the towel and combed it out. She dragged her bag away from the wall.

“Let me help.”

Gulp.
She was butt naked, bent over before Jarred. And her sexual frustration made her want to jump him. Hell, she would have jumped Carrie earlier if she had a dick.

“Um, thanks.” She squatted and took out a cream bra and panty set; then socks, dark skinny jeans and a teal shirt.

“Listen.” He sat on the bed.

Don’t sit there.
She had to breathe slow calculated breaths. She laid her clothes beside him.

“I’m sorry about this morning. Carrie told me what you said. How your not tearing my eyes out, I’m not sure.”

“Eyes no.” She swallowed. She slid her panties up, hoping the barrier could hide the scent of her arousal, of need.
Fuck…dick, yeah I could tear that out right now.
She bit her lip to control her urge. She put on her bra and then sat to work on her jeans next. He had made her feel comfortable; normally she would have covered her scarred belly with her shirt.

“So what then?”

She blushed, which gave away her thoughts. “What’s the plan for today?” she pulled her jeans up and then reached for her shirt.

His hand stopped her as he took her forearm a sensation flooded her veins. She moaned on contact as her eyes closed. “We take care of you.” He said.

Her eyes opened and a tear ran down her cheek. “But-”

“Later we will do more. Trust me. A month without a real orgasm is torture enough.”
The copper flecks in his eyes warmed her chest.

She bit her lip. “So. How?” She swallowed as her body began to shake.
She had to sit because her legs were about to give out. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed and she looked to the floor.

He took her hand and she followed him out the door, with her shirt left on the bed. “Carrie.” His voice suddenly stern. “Tim.” He called. All of them trailed after Jarred and Keira, he still held her hand and walked her to the basement door.

The
wooden door looked ominous and Keira’s pulse quickened as she ascended the stairs behind him half a step. Small wooden planks creaked and trembled below her quaking legs. She leaned into him as her knees were giving out.

“You
okay?” He whispered as his hands took her waist.

“Mmm h
mm. Nervous. My knees are weak.” Her eyes shifted away.

“Hmm.” He helped her down to the bottom.

There was a black massage table, which is where he led her. Keira looked around to see a pole in the center with an X in the center of that, a St. Andrews Cross. Leather straps hung from chains at the top and others lay on the cement floor. There was a small black leather looking bench. It looked like a saddle.
Hmm. I’d like to be spanked over that
.

“What are you thinking?” Jarred noticed her stare.

“Oh that.” She leaned back with his hands guiding her. “Looks like a spanking bench.”

A curve formed from his normally straight face. “And you want to be spanked?”

Oh God! Don’t kill me.
“Maybe.” She squeaked, but she couldn’t pull her gaze from his penetrative one.

His brown eyes had lost all the light in the dark basement.
His eyes locked on hers. “Not now. Ready?”

Her stomach tumbled upside down.
She nodded in response to his question. She removed her pants, bra and underwear. He pushed her back gently onto the massage table and her eyes froze on the instruments above her head, fear is what she felt. Straps, belts, paddles, whips, floggers and other things she didn’t even know
what
they were. They were all neatly lined in a row. She saw a cane, one of her soft limits. It scared the hell out of her and immediately she closed her eyes to focus, stave her body as it tried to overtake her will and shake. She whimpered at the slightest touch. Her hands cuffed, one at a time, then each leg-restrained to the table. The smell of leather filled her nose and she tried to focus on that.

“Keira. Open your eyes. Look at me.”

She obeyed and stared at him.
Damn, he looks so strong standing there
. He hadn’t even touched her yet. Her pussy fluttered and like ice melting she dripped down her soft labial folds in her widespread exposed state.

“I’m going to put these clamps on you now.”
Jarred spoke low and evenly.

She nodded. They were a hell of a lot stronger then her own, or maybe she was more sensitive as her body yearned to be released. She cried out, but returned her gaze t
o his it never left hers. She panted as the pain seared. And then the heat translated into pleasure as it radiated out from her nipples, across her breasts and straight to the apex of her thighs. She could feel the wetness seeping out now. He moved to get something out of sight. She couldn’t control her breathing as her chest frantically moved.

Jarred opened a small box and pulled out a blindfold for Keira, he placed it over her eyes. Gently he brushed the hair from her face.
He moved his hand from her wrists down her arms, over her curves; to her hips. Next he massaged her breasts around the clamps, then on the insides of her thighs.

Keira’s breath became more of a pant.
Am I going to come from him massaging me?
Her body trembled, as he continued his caress and moved down each leg to her feet. Her moans became louder and longer. She felt treasured, worshiped.