The Art of Domination (11 page)

How can I say no to that? Of course I want him to be happy
– I love him. But inflicting pain while he fucks? He needs to clarify that. So I guess this means Domme Isa will be retired for a while until he feels satiated. But I’ll be damned if she’ll be retired forever. I want to know the real Dylan because apparently I’ve only been fucking his representative. Maybe I’m getting in over my head, but at this point – there’s no turning back. I am married to him now, after all. I guess I’ll just have to learn from Dylan and take his lead on how to act like a real Domme is so when it comes time to bring my alter ego out again, she will be a 100% badass.

“Of course, Dylan, a
nything you want.” I tell him and I keep my ulterior motives to myself.

I know that look. Her mouth says ‘anything you want,’ but her eyes tell another story.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask her.

Her eyes widen like she’s been caught in a lie, but she just shakes her head
no
and shrugs her shoulders.  She opens her mouth as if she’s going to say something, but then she stops.

“Tell me.”

“Do you really like inflicting pain?” she asks.

Shit. Here we go.
“Yes.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“I mean, why would
you want to intentionally inflict pain on someone?”

I
let out a loud sigh. I knew my admission would bring up all this shit and now I have to fucking explain myself. “I don’t want to inflict pain on just anyone pain, Isa. I want to inflict pain on my lovers. It excites me. I like the feeling of being in complete control over someone. Not just their body, but their mind and emotions. I enjoy degrading and humiliating my lovers. I always have. I’ve done this to a certain degree to you, but I’ve held back.”

After my confession, Isa looks distressed but she remains silent. I know what she’
s thinking:  that I have issues or that I must be a head case to enjoy these sorts of things. I’ve been accused of that before and it’s total bullshit. I start to feel irritated at the look on her face.

“I don’t have issues, Isa. Despite what people think about this lifestyle, a person doesn’t have to be certifiable or have a history of abuse to enjoy causing pain. I just like to be in control, okay? I’m a Dominant and that’s all. It’s how I was built.”

She looks hurt. “You mean a history of abuse like me, right? I may have issues, but I never insinuated that you did. God, Dylan, I wasn’t even thinking that. It was only a question,” she says as she gets off the bed.

“Isabel, stop. Get back here. We’re not done talking.”

“Yes, we are. I’m hungry and sore.”

She’s pouting now. 

“And you know what else? I’m pissed that you’ve decided to tell me all of this
after
we got married. How little you must think of me.”

“What do you mean by that?” I ask her.

“I mean, you must think I’m a total asshole or that I’m a certifiable head case with my abusive past or why else would you wait until we were committed for life to tell me all of this? Why did you decide now to tell me that you’ve been holding back? Did you really think I would leave you over something?” she half yells at me as she stomps into the bathroom and slams the door.

Fucking hell.
I hear the door lock and irritation sets in. She knows I hate locked doors. I get up and walk over to the door and try and open it, as if I don’t already know that it’s locked.

“Open the God damned door, Isa.”

“Go away.”

What the fuck?
“I’m only going to say it one more time. Open the motherfucking door or it’s coming down.” My temper is now simmering on medium-high heat.

“Grow up
.”

Fuck it
. With one swift kick the door jamb cracks and the door swings opens. Isa is standing on the other side with a towel wrapped around her and gaping at me in horror. I rip the towel off of her, throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to the bed and throw her down on it.

“
Are you out of your friggin’ mind?” she screams at me.

“Yes, I must be to be a sadist, right?”

“I never said that!”

“But you were thinking it,
” I yell back at her.

Isa stands on the bed so that she’s looking almost eye-to-eye with me and
continues. “Well isn’t this nice. Here it is on our wedding night and I’m being accused being a head case with an abusive past. It’s complete and utter crap that you would think I thought you were anything but sane because of your sexual preferences. You have no idea what I’m thinking. You’re the one keeping secrets from me and ‘holding back’, but I’m being accused of thinking horrible things about you?”

She sinks to her knees and
her eyes get teary. She starts to sniff and blink her eyes rapidly like she’s on the verge of crying.

Shit.
I hate it when she’s so completely right.  I should’ve told her this a long time ago.  I sit on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. I wouldn’t blame her for wanting to leave me right now and call this whole thing off.

“
I never accused you of being a head case and I never once implied that. If you want to get this marriage annulled, I wouldn’t blame you or try to stop you,” I whisper.

“
What the hell, Dylan?” she yells at me as she slaps my back.

I turn to look at her
and she’s completely pale.

“Is that what
you
want?” she asks desperately.

“No.”

“Then why would you say something so awful? You really do think I’m an asshole, don’t you?”

When I reach out to her she backs away from
me. “I don’t think you’re an asshole or a head case so stop saying that.”

“Then tell me why you think I would leave you and why you
would assume I wouldn’t accept you for who you really are?”

“
I love you…” I start to say but she cuts me off.

“No you don’t. You just told me you wouldn’t even try to stop me if I left you. If you trie
d to leave me, I’d kick your ass,” she says as tears start to roll down her cheeks.

I pull h
er to me and she tries to push me away. “Don’t pull away from, Isa. I mean it,” I say as I grab her firmly and drag her back to me. I grab her chin so that’s she looking at me. Her eyebrows are furrowed and she’s sniffing back tears.

“Fuck me,” she says and her statement takes me by complete surprise.

“Why?”

“Because that’s all you want me for.”

I grab her face hard. “Are you fucking kidding me? If all I wanted was to fuck you, I didn’t have to marry your ass for that, now did I? I could’ve gotten a
fuck
from anyone, but I chose you and I married
you.
I don’t ever, and I mean
ever,
want to hear that kind of shit again, do you understand?” 

I don’t give her time to answer me and I kiss her hard.
How could she think that?
When I come up for air, her eyes are the color of melted butterscotch and she has that languid sexy look on her face.

“And I don’t want to be accused of thinking the worst of you. So you like to cause pain. So what? If that’s what you want to do to me, then do it. You can do anything you want to me, Dylan.
Anything.
Because I love you; because you’re my Husband; my Sir; my Master; and because you own me completely.”

Damn
. Her voice is smooth as butter and with her final words she licks her full lips and my sex drive shifts into full throttle. This woman has no idea what her words to do me and or what
she
does to me. 
Or what I would do to keep her.
I’ll never
ever
get used to her being in my head and knowing exactly what I want and need to hear.  I can do anything I want to her, huh?
It turns out I didn’t give Isa enough credit. She may regret saying that, but I look forward to the challenge.

I reach over and call for room service and order us some food.  W
hen I hang up I tell her, “You’ll need your energy for what I have planned for the rest of the night.” 

Her eyes widen
with anticipation and she watches my mouth intently.

“What
do
you have planned?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. When the food arrives, I
want you answer the door naked,” I tell her. The
anything
starts now and I want to see her uncomfortable. Her head is lying in my lap and I’m still holding her.

“You have to be kid…” Isa starts in, but I immediately put my hand up to her mouth to shut her up.

“Do as you’re told.”

Her eyes narrow at me.
Hell no, she doesn’t.
“I mean it, Isa. I don’t want any of your attitude tonight so get that look off your face or I’ll make the rest of the night very uncomfortable for you.”

She immediately looks apologetic and tr
ies to smile at me. “Yes, Sir, but do you
really
want me to answer the door naked?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Now go wait by the door on your knees while I get things ready
.”

Isa hesitates, but then she slowly gets up and starts walking towards the door. She stops, looks back at me as if waiting for me to change my mind. I hear that damned clicking of her tongue ring on her teeth and I narrow my eyes at her.

“What did I tell you about that?”

She immediately stops and then gets on her knees in front of the door. I walk over to the dining room table, clean it off from our previous activities and set out some things.  It’s not long before room service arrives. I look over and Isa is slowly getting up and then stands at the door and starts twirling her hair between her fingers. She’s obviously nervous.
I love it.
I stand back and watch to see her reaction. Room service knocks again, but she still stands completely still, not answering the door.

“Isabel Young, answer the door.” I tell her loudly. She jumps and then looks back at me momentarily.

“But Dylan, please…”

I pick up the whip that I brought along and snap it loudly on the table and it startles her enough that she grabs the door knob. I snap the whip one more time and she responds appropriately by slowing opening the door.

I’m happy to see that it’s a man who brought the food up to us. I’m standing where he can’t see me, but I doubt even if he could he would look anywhere but at Isa. His eyes widen and he stutters something out. Isa is looking down at the floor and she’s maniacally twirling her hair between her fingers. The man flushes red, but his eyes move up and down Isa’s body and I feel blood flow rush to my cock and I harden.
That’s right… look at her - she’s all mine.
I can just imagine the color of Isa’s face right now; it’s probably something the shade of blood red.

The man nervously hands over the tray of food to Isa and she quickly grabs it, thanks him and slams the door. She brings the food over to the table and slams it down and gives me the most evil look ever. She’s beet red, just like I knew she would be, and her mouth opens to stay something, but I snap the whip down on the table again, effectively silencing her.

“What was it you were going to say?”

Isa quickly looks down at the floor. “Nothing, Sir.”

I move the tray of food out of the way and instruct her to lay down on it. She looks confused so I lead her over and help her onto the table.

“
Lie on your back and be still while I eat.”

***

I’m starving and the enticing smell of the food is making my stomach growl
loudly. I jump when I feel hot roast beef plopped on to my belly. The heat is searing and painfully uncomfortable.

“Wha
t are you doing?” I ask when Dylan pokes my thigh with a fork.

“Quiet. Tables don’t speak
.”

What the hell?
My mouth is starting to water from the smell of the meat and vegetables. Dylan puts the vegetables on my chest and the desert on my vagina.
Gee, how appropriate.

This
is absolutely absurd. I’m tempted to fling the food off and slap the hell out of him with the hot roast beef, but I know better. The way he’s acting, he would probably tie me down and flog me seven ways until Sunday.

Next Dylan pours gravy over my breasts and
slaps butter on my thighs. I’m doing my best to lie absolutely still but I feel like a complete jackass. He cuts into the roast beef and the knife blade skims my belly and I wince from the pain.
That seriously hurt
. He dips the roast beef into the gravy on my breasts, sliding across and around my nipple and my nipples instantly harden and pucker to his touch and from the heat of the food.  He eats the forkful of food as if eating food off of a person is commonplace and the look on his face remains stoic.  He cuts another piece of meat, this time cutting deeper and grazing the knife on my belly once again. 
I’m so damned hungry
. To my delight, he places the food to my lips, lifts my head and I eagerly eat it.