The Art of Domination
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Authors: Ella Dominguez
The Art of Domination
The Art of Domination © Ella Dominguez 2012
All right reserved
Thank you to my husband and daughter for the
ir patience with my obsession with writing and for their wonderful senses of humor.
I would like to thank the following people:
Thank you to all of my family, friends and coworkers for their love and support.
Thank you to Rebekka Ivàcson for allowing m
e to use her amazing artwork on my cover and throughout my book.
Thank you to Corrina Parr for helping design my cover.
Contents
Masochist by Electric Tripp
(Poemhunter.com)
Cat o nine tails to my back
I love the sound of that crack
Rushing pain welting my skin
Thoughts of you fill my head
As the pain intensifies
I love you so much
Hurt me again and again
Prove your love to me
Hit me again, Burn my skin
I love you, Hit me again
Candles, whips and cuffs
You can do what you want
Just make it hurt
Chains, blood and pain
Please baby, do it again
Dylan
Set the music; set the mood lighting. Some Sade sounds nice. Where should I put the ring? I know - the restraint drawer. I’ll tell her I have something new for her. I hide the ring, get undressed and wait for my angel.
I can hardly contain my raging
hard-on as I envision her painting in her studio. I want to just sneak a peek at her, but I don’t want to interrupt her. The last time I was watching her, I kept asking too many questions and she finally told me to shut my pie hole or I’d be banned from watching her all together. I do love it when she gets feisty.
It’s not long before she comes sauntering in looking sexy as fuck. She’s wearing the white hot little silk bustier I bought her when I was in New York. Her ass is peeking out at me, begging to get spanked, through her assless panties. And the ownership collar looks spectacular against her fair skin.
Yes, I do have good taste, indeed
. I’m practically drooling waiting for her to get over here and fuck me.
I lower my head and sit quietly while she proceeds to cuff my wrists and ankles to the bondage bed.
She kneels in front of me and raises my face to look at her. Her stunning eyes are the color of warmed honey and she licks her lips seductively. If I weren’t bound, I’d ravage her.
“I want your mouth,” she tells me as she stands up and backs her perfectly round ass into my mouth.
I give her what she wants and I start licking and nibbling at her. She moans and moves rhythmically to the sweet sounds of the music coming through the speakers. After several minutes, she kneels in front of me again.
“What did you
dream about last night?” she asks, raising an accusing eyebrow at me.
I don’t hesitate a
nswering her. “You, sweetheart,
only you
.” I don’t dare dream of anyone else after the last time I got the snot flogged out of me. I’m not complaining; the fucking that came after that was one to go in the history books.
She smiles at me and then moves between my legs, licking me good. I love watching her do this. She lets spit drip from her mouth onto the head of my cock and then licks the length of me. She grips me firm and then jerks me off rough, the way I like it. I feel my finish building, but she slows her pace.
“I want to try something new,” she says to me mysteriously.
She must’ve done her
homework this week. Let’s see what she has up her sleeve. She lies on her belly and then licks her fingers. Suddenly she slips them into my ass.
What the fuck?
Uh...
Okay.
This is different. I’m not so sure about this.
Holy fuck, t
he feeling is intense. She starts probing and fingering me and I swear to Mother Mary and Joseph I see stars. I start mumbling out something, but I’m losing all sense of reason.
She starts sucking me again and I have a hard time focusing. I open my eyes and watch for a moment before I close them tightly again. I love her so damned much.
God, I hope she says yes
. She’s the only one for me. We’ve had our share of ups and down the last five months, but I don’t want to live my life without her. She always knows just what I want and need. She gets me. She understands me.
I need her.
I feel my finish building again but
I don’t want to cum so soon. I try to imagine how beautiful she’s going to look on our wedding day and most especially, night.
If she says yes.
I can’t take this.
The intense sensation in my ass is overpowering me.
I can’t take this
… “Pineapple, Isa.
Pineapple
…”
“Are you okay, sugar?” s
he asks sweetly as she stops torturing me.
“Yes, sweetheart,
I’m okay. Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
“Oh, you know, t
he doorman showed me.”
I know she’s
kidding, but the thought of another man teaching Isa anything else, let alone something about sex, sets me on edge.
Fuck that.
She belongs to me. I’ll teach her everything she needs to know, damn it.
“Sorry, Sir,
I was only kidding, I read it online,” she says apologetically and assumes full sub pose.
“I see. That’s an interesting new talent you’ve acquired.”
To say the least.
She is a quick learner; I have to give her that.
Isa
immediately goes back to work giving me head. Her tongue ring is sending shivers up my spine and deep into my balls as it slides up and down my shaft. The feeling is fan-fucking-tastic. I do enjoy the ring and I’m glad she agreed to it. What next, though? A tattoo, perhaps? I wonder if she’ll agree to that.
I don’t have long to t
hink about that before I jizz in the back of Isa’s throat. Like a good girl, she swallows what I give her. She sits up, does that little thing that I love by wiping her mouth with the back her hand and then asks politely, “What would you like me to do for you now, Sir?”
Oh, Isa
. Will she ever learn to be a true Domme? Five months later, she still doesn’t quite have it down. I’m not complaining, though I would like to see just how badass she can really be in full Domme mode. I might quite enjoy that.
So let’s get down to it. “There’s something in the restraint drawer I want you
to get. It’s new and it’s just for you.”
Shit. Will she say yes?
Please say yes.
Isa walks over looking excited about getting something new. She always enjoys a sexy toy and I hope she’s not disappointed that it’s not actually a restraint, but rather
a ring.
Shit.
Please say yes.
She opens the drawer …
here we go.
I’m sitting here like a jackass tied up waiting to get a glimpse at the look on her face. I wish she would say something. She looks mildly confused at the box and then opens it.
“Oh my God, Dylan,” s
he whispers.
She t
urns to look at me and she appears to be…
frightened
. What the hell? Why isn’t she smiling? She’s standing motionless just staring at me, all wide eyes and sexy as hell.
“
Please come over here, sweetheart, and untie me.”
She blinks rapidly and then I see her eyes
gloss over. Ah, hell; this could go either way. Those could be tears of joy or tears of…
no
. I can’t think that way. She belongs to me, damn it. She’s mine.
She
will be mine forever.
Isabel slowly walks towards the bed and averts her eyes away from me. She sets the box down on the bed and then unties my wrists and ankles. She’s kneeling in front of me and I immediately grab her by her shoulders and pull her to me, but she’s not responding.
Why the hell won’t she say something?
“Say something, Isa,”
I tell her as I pull her chin up so she’s looking at me, but she resists. She’s looking down and starts fidgeting. She hasn’t done that in months and I thought I had her broken of that distracting habit.
“Dylan… I…
I don’t know what you want me to say,” she says softly still looking down.