The Art of Control (2 page)

“
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.

J
acking 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.

“No, no, it’s Mistress Isabel,” I gently remind him.

He opens his eyes and they gloss over.

“Yes, of course it is, Mistress Isabel,” he repeats.

I move to the whips and look over my shoulder to see the look on Dylan’s face. His eye
brows raise in a nervous gesture.
Good.
He should be nervous. I want to make him beg tonight. I want to fuck him until he can’t see or think straight. After thumbing through the different leather goods for several minutes, a pretty shiny black crop is calling out to me. I bend it and whip in the air, testing it out. When I peek over my shoulder at Dylan, his body stiffens and he bites down on his bottom lip.

I set the crop
down briefly while I put Evanescence’s
Fallen
CD into the stereo. The first song starts and I close my eyes, submerging myself in the scene. When I open them, Dylan is watching me closely. I pick up the crop and pace in front of him, relishing in his loud breathing. I flick his inner thigh gently and his breath quickens. Snapping harder yet on his other thigh, his eyes close and he licks his lips. I want him to beg
so I continue flicking him all across his chest and legs, and occasionally on the head of his dick. Just when he becomes attuned to the rhythm of my light whipping, I abruptly snap the crop hard on his cock, shocking his system. He takes in a big gulp of air and blows it out slowly. 

While
I study his reaction, his eyes open and he watches me warily. I pace back and forth in front of him like a hungry caged cat waiting to be set loose on its prey.  I love watching the anticipation and unease on his face as he wonders what’s coming next. Placing the end of the crop under his nut sack, he braces himself for my punishment, but I simply caress him with it. His body relaxes and I lower the crop only to suddenly snap it in an upward motion underneath his balls, again catching him off guard
. Perhaps I’m a bit of a sadist myself, in addition to a masochist.
He winces and jerks on the restraints.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters.

I move in front of him at a leisurely pace and put my hand over his mouth to silence him. “Hush now, my sweet lover. Just a little more and I’ll allow you to cum,” I breathe into his mouth.

His head tips forward to meet my mouth and I
permit him to kiss me. His tongue slips into my mouth and I suck it briefly before I bite down onto it. I drop the crop to the floor with a dull thud and grab him by his hair, ravaging his mouth with a brutal kiss. He moans out and thrusts his hips forwards. Brusquely, I pull away from him, leaving him writhing against the wood.

“
Please, fuck me already, Mistress,” Dylan moans out.

His begging words are just what I want to hear.
I kneel in front of him and jerk him off to the edge of release again. He’s near his limit of denial and I, too, yearn to have him inside of me, so I turn and back myself up against his rock hard cock. I reach between my legs to guide his dick into me and grind my ass into him. Having to tiptoe to get the perfect angle, I find myself unsteady so I assume the same pose as Dylan and reach up to hold onto his forearms for leverage. I wish I could see what we look like as we fuck rhythmically to the music and mimic each other’s movements, both of us on the cross pressed together. I tip my head to the side and Dylan’s mouth finds my neck. He bites down harshly and sucks while he plunges into me.

“Unbind me so I can touch you, Mistress.
Please,
” he begs.

“Quiet
, sugar, I’ll unbind you after you fill me. Now give it to me.

Dylan

Isa’s command and her tight muscles clenching aroun
d my cock send me over the edge as she milks my climax from my throbbing member and I cum, filling her as per her request. My chest and balls are searing from Isa’s punishment and my wrists ache from the cuffs.
I just want to touch her, God damn it.

Isa dis
mounts my softening dick and proceeds to unbind me, but I can see by the look in her insatiable eyes, playtime isn’t quite over yet. Once I’m unshackled, she gives her next order.

“Now finish me
off,” she commands graciously.

Yes, that voice, that tone,
it will be the death of me someday, I just know it
. She knows how to get me to do exactly what she wants and I fucking love it. I love doing this for her. I love doing this for
me
. More importantly and unnerving is that I love giving myself over to her, even if it means giving up control. I never thought I would feel this way.
Never.

I kneel in front of her
, sliding my fingers into her dripping honey hole and seek out her swollen sweet spot. Her lower tummy is full and hot and I’m eager for her release. I pull and tug at her and kiss her belly, dipping my tongue into her navel and swirling it around. Her hands find my hair and she runs her nails over my scalp, sending goose bumps down my spine. I feel myself getting erect again at the sloppy sounds of my fingering her and her panting breaths. I’ll never get enough of this woman -
my wife.
I want to please her. I want to
own
her completely: Mind, body and soul. I want her to be my physical property.
She is my physical property.
When her eyes meet mine, I know without a doubt that I would do anything for her -
anything.
She owns me, too, and there’s no denying it. Isa’s body flexes and her eyes flutter open and closed as wave of endorphins wash over her.

“I love you
, Mistress,” I tell her, knowing that my words will push her over the edge and just like that, she rises up on her tiptoes and throws her head back and moans loudly as she cums. She falls to her knees and I carry her to the bed.

G
rabbing a towel, I clean us both. I lie next to her and she pulls me close, kissing my welted chest and circling her fingers in the hair below my belly button again, tugging at it and scratching her fingernails into it. The sensation is relaxing.

“I love your
hairway to heaven,” she says softly as we lie in each other’s arms and doze off.

I wake to the sound of Isa mumbling something.
She looks exquisite when she sleeps. I’m lying next to her and propped up on one elbow, touching her bottom lip which only shows a faint hint of the damage done nearly two months ago. Her left eye still sports a small scar just over her eyebrow. I look at her ribcage where she was grazed by the bullet and there’s a scar there, too, and I suspect that will be permanent as well. I touch it and I’m thankful that she’s still alive and with me. I’m not the kind of man who prays, but I silently make my appeal to a God I’m not sure exists that He never takes her away from me again and no harm ever comes to her. I touch the mark on her eyebrow again, running my index finger across it and I’m grateful for Alex’s sudden and untimely death for having marred such a beautiful being.

Kissing
Isa’s nose, she stirs awake, her eyes flickering open and slowly coming into focus.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Watching you sleep.”

“
I wish you wouldn’t do that. It’s so creepy,” she says as she yawns.

“What can I say? I’m a creepy guy,” I reply.

“Don’t say that about my husband,” she responds while she touches my cheek and looks from my eyes to my mouth. “Tell me you love me,” she pleads.

“You know I love you.”

“Tell me I’m the only one,” she continues.

“Why do you want me to tell you what you already know?”

“Because I like the way your mouth looks when you say it,” she comes back with as she runs her finger across my lips.

“You’re the only one for me, Isa,” I reassure her.

She smiles sleepily but her eyebrows furrow like something’s troubling her.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” I prod her.

“I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone,” she says sadly.

“Why does that upset you
?”

“Because I can’t help but feel like something really bad is going to happen to you;
to us
. I feel it, Dylan. Right here in the pit of my stomach,” she says as she gestures towards her diaphragm.

Isa has continued to have nightmares after eve
rything that happened despite my and Maggie’s reassurances that it’s all in the past now. Alex and Cassie did untold damage to her already fragile psyche and with everything that has recently come out about her father, its intensified her fears even more.

“Alex is gone now and Cassie will never see the light of day. They can never hurt you again,” I whisper into her mouth as I lean down and kiss her. “
And I’ll never let your father get his hands on you ever again. Don’t think about them right now, Isabel. We’re going on our honeymoon and you should only be thinking about our life and future together.”

I move my hands down her belly and slip two fingers into her. She closes her eyes and lets out a short breathy moan as I move them in and out of her.

“That’s it. Forget about all that and open yourself to me,” I say while I finger fuck her. Her legs open further and I move on top of her. Her velvet tongue pokes out and slicks her upper lip and I lean down and suck it before it disappears back into her mouth. Her lips part and accept my probing tongue. I push another finger into her and explore deeper, seeking out that ridge of delight. By her groans and pelvic thrusting, I know I’ve found it. I pull my fingers out and massage her puckered entrance and slip a finger inside her ass. Her eyes pop open and she smiles devilishly. She’s grown to like this as much as me. She watches my mouth keenly and pulls my face down to kiss me again.

Moving down her body, I
lick and bite her nipples, pulling them to a point with my teeth. When I get to her pussy, I inhale her unique scent and shove my face into her. I push my tongue into her wet hole and circle it around deep inside of her. Isa’s hands fist my hair and when I look up at her, she’s watching me possessively.

“I love your
mouth on me,” she says hushed.

I smile and move up on top of her again as I wipe my face.

“Fuck me hard, Dylan.” she commands. One of her hands slides down between us and grabs my dick. She guides the head into her entrance and I thrust hard. She closes her eyes tightly and whimpers when I fill her completely. I still inside of her and push myself up so I’m kneeling in between her legs. My hands move underneath her ass and pull her by her hips to me, going deep again. Isa opens her eyes and watches me keenly while I continue to assault her tight, satiny hole.

“Tell me you love me,” I say to her.

“Oh, Dylan, I love you so much,” she moans out.

“Tell me
no other man makes you feel the way I do.”

She smiles sweetly at me, “Why are you asking me what you already know?”

“Because I like the way your mouth looks when you say it,” I repeat to her, moving my hands up to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. I move one of my hands down to her clit and press my thumb firmly on it as I continue to push into her, but slowing my rhythm to tease her. 

“Say it, pussycat
.”

“No other man makes me feel like this, Dylan. Only you,” she squeaks out.

I circle my thumb around her swollen nub and she squirms underneath me.

“I own you,” I tell her.

“Yes…” she whispers out, licking her lips and biting down.

“I want my
mark of ownership on you,” I say soothingly.

“Yes
,” she agrees as she tilts her pelvis up to take all of me.

“Yes
,
what
?” I ask as I drive forcefully into her and pinch her clit.

She pants out her answer
and jerks from the powerful sensation, “Yes, Sir.”

I thrust into her over and over again while I kneel between her legs. Isa
pulls herself up and straddles me, holding me around my neck. We’re eye-to-eye and the feeling of release is building hot and quick inside of me. She raises herself up and slams back down onto me fiercely, making me fill her completely and hit her cervix. She grunts out and buries her face in my neck. She moves her hands and wraps her arms around my waist and digs her nails into my back as she bites down onto my shoulder. The pain is searing and I moan obscenities into her ear.

I can give as
good as I can take, so I bite down onto her shoulder blade and tug her hair hard and yank her head back. Isa whimpers and then shrieks out as I draw a small drop of blood from her shoulder. I quickly lap it up and her pussy tightens around me as she cums. I continue to ram into her, lifting her by her waist and pulling her back down onto my throbbing cock. Her eyes well up with tears, but she takes my pounding like a well-trained submissive. Her tightly closed eyes open and when I see the magnificent color they’ve turned, I empty myself into her and guide her face to mine. Slipping my tongue in and out of her mouth, I bite her bottom lip as I release my grip on her.

Isa falls backwards off of me and
rubs her lower belly and whines while I stay on my knees and try to catch my breath.

“Did I go deep?” I ask
as she continues to rub herself.

“Yes,” she answers.

“Good. I like you to be reminded of where I’ve been. You should be feeling that for the next 24 hours,” I tell her as I get off the bed to clean myself.

“If I’m lucky,”
she replies, smiling mischievously.

“Let’s get showered and packed. I wanted to leave tonight.”

Isa suddenly sits up and looks animated. “Tonight? But what about work?”

“
What about it? I own the company and I can come and go as I please. Well, for the most part anyway. I already have everything taken care of. Sawyer has seen to it that our accounts will be taken care of and it’s all under control.”

“
I mean my work. I’m scheduled tomorrow,” Isa counters.

This is still an area of contention between the two of us.
I wish she’d just give up her job altogether, damn it.

“So? Our honeymoon is more important than your measly four hour shift, Isabel,” I tell her
.

Isa sits on the edge of the bed and looks down at her hands. She knows I want her to quit and I’m only allowing her
to work because she says
she needs it.
Ah, hell. What I just said sounded shitty and I know it.

“I didn’t mean it like that
. This honeymoon means a lot to me, that’s all.”

She looks up at me and smiles. “It means a lot to me, too, and I know how you feel about me working. Can I at least let them know I won’t be in for the next few weeks? I don’t want to be a flake,” she tells me.

“Yes, of course.” She’s right; I don’t want her to come off that way, either. “You know, this wouldn’t be an issue if you would just give up working altogether,” I remark while I grab our clothes from the floor.

Isa doesn’t respond and
when I look up at her, she’s sitting watching me with warm honey eyes. Because she’s not saying anything, I continue pleading my case to her.

“I just want you
available to me at all times - 24/7. You know I crave total power exchange and I want to be able to fuck you anytime I want or hold you when I get the urge, and not have to contend with the fact that you’re not accessible.”

“Can I speak freely?” she asks.

“Of course. Please do,” I permit.

Isa sighs and looks back down at her hand a
nd touches her wedding ring, twisting it around her finger. She’s thinking about what to say and I love the fact that she’s considering the right words to use. She really has become an amazing submissive in such a short period of time.

“You work a lot as it is, Dylan.
A lot
. I’ve hardly seen you the last two months. I’m not complaining because I understand that you have a very important job to do. Well, okay, maybe I am complaining a little, but what I’m saying is - I need to keep myself busy so I’m not sulking around here and pining for you all damned day. Sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to curse,” she quickly interjects and then continues. “It’s not like you can just leave work to be with me anytime you want anyway.”

I see her point, but she’s wrong. “Yes, I can leave work a
nytime I want to be with you. I’m the man in charge, Isa, and if I get the urge to be inside of you in the middle of a conference call or a meeting, then I’ll leave and be with you. It’s that simple. I have plenty of people working for me who can take care of the little shit. And what’s wrong with you pining for me all day? I like the thought of you missing me.”