The Art of Domination (12 page)

He takes a forkful of vegetables, poking me harshly,
dips it in the butter on my thighs and then eats it. He feeds me the next bite and this is how our dinner continues; one bite for him; one bite for me.  When we’re finished and all the food is gone, he climbs up on the table and licks every last bit of food off of me and it feels divine. His tongue sooths my tender and burnt belly and every spot where he poked the fork. Next, he gets ice cubes from his glass and runs them over my belly, my nipples and my thighs and it alleviates the irritation, as well.

Dylan
climbs down from the table and pulls me down to the end like he did earlier, with my ass half hanging off and spreads my legs wide.

“Now for the real desert,” h
e says and he smiles wickedly. He slaps my clit and pussy over and over.

The pain is exquisite. He slides his fingers inside of me and licks and nibble
s my swollen clit. Then he slaps my pussy again. He’s unrelenting and I become unbearably uncomfortable. I start to squirm around, but he pushes my knees to my chest and slaps harder.

Holy throbbing honey hole
.
I can’t take this anymore. I try and back away from him, but his strong arms pull me back and he continues to slap at me and finger me. Then he licks me and bites me. I grab his hair and pull hard trying to punish him, but he only moans and starts slapping at me again. Good lord Almighty.
Why?

Suddenly he pulls me off the table and leads me by my hair out to the balcony. It’s freezing and there’
s snow ankle deep. The cold winter air sweeps across my naked body. I’m shivering and covered with goose bumps, and my nipples are so hard they could cut glass. The sound of the wind blowing is hypnotic and the beautiful delicate snow is floating all around us. Dylan pushes me up against the railing and proceeds to take me from behind.
God, I hope no one can see us.

Here I am buck ass naked in the dead of winter, on my wedding night, getting fucked in full view of downtown Denver. I’m thankful we’re on the 16
th
floor and high enough that hopefully no one can see this.  My feet are numb from the freezing snow underneath me and my hands are frozen from the ice-cold railing that I’m holding on to. I start to shiver uncontrollably from the frigid night air and Dylan grabs my hair and pulls back hard.

I can’t take this anymore. I need to go inside and warm up but Dylan just keeps pounding into me. He’s hitting my sweet spot, but I’m so damned cold that I can’t even orgasm. I concentrate hard and go into a trance-like state, thinking only of the fact that I’m now Isabel Young.
Isabel Young. Mrs. Isabel Young.

I start to feel it, that delicious sensation
just before I cum. My insides warm from the impending orgasm, but Dylan pulls out of me before I find release.

“Oh no, you don’t,” h
e says.

He pulls me
back inside and pushes me towards the bed.

“On your han
ds and knees,” he orders.

I’
m shaking, but I do as I’m told and he starts spanking me and fucking me at the same time. 
Please, please, I just want to cum.
He pulls out of me and starts slapping my pussy again. The pain is too much to bear and I collapse on to my belly and start sobbing into the bed.
No safewords.
That’s what he said.
No safewords.
I would’ve screamed out red already, but he said no fucking safewords.
Is this what he really likes?
He leans down onto me and starts kissing my back and neck, and he leans into my ear.

“You’re doing so well, Isa. Just a little more
, my love.”

No. I can’t. 
I can’t.

He gets up off the bed and I think he’s done, but to my horror he comes back with the whip. No.
I can’t take anymore. Please…

H
e stands at the foot of the bed and starts whipping my back, ass and thighs, gently at first and harder with each subsequent snap.

Jolts of pain and electricity surge throughout my body and
I float out of myself and watch from above. Dylan looks beautiful punishing me. I look beautiful, too; much more beautiful than I thought I ever would. I’m being such a good girl for him. He loves me. I know he does. He doesn’t look cruel; he looks peaceful while he does this. He looks content and satisfied. Yes – I want him to be content and satisfied.
I can do this for him.
I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t enjoy this.
Yes. I enjoy it
. More than that –
I love it
.

As he continues
to bring the whip across my ass, it happens without warning – I cum. I scream out and my body goes into post orgasmic convulsions.  Finally the whipping stops. When Dylan flips me over, he looks confused, but he’s smiling mischievously.

Isa looks so fucking amazing right now. She’s just cum and I think it took her by surprise just as much as it did me.
My perfect little angel likes pain.

She looks
as though she’s on the verge of passing out again so I quickly pick her up and take her to the restroom where I run a hot bath for the both of us. She’s still shivering from the outdoor escapade. She’s not saying a word and only looking at me intently. When the bath is ready, we both get in and the water feels spectacular. I’m cold as hell, too, and I pull Isa to me and we both warm up in the hot bathwater. She’s lying with her back to my chest and I hug her tightly.

I must be the luckiest man in the world to have found someone so absolutely perfect for me.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I ask her.

“No. Tell me.”

She knows, but I’ll tell her anyway because I know she likes to hear it. “I love you more than anyone else and more than anything in this world, Isa; more than life itself. We were made for each other. You’re totally perfect for me. Promise me that you’ll never leave me.” I didn’t mean for that last part to slip out and I wince at the desperation in my voice.

She turns her head to the side and gazes at me dreamily. “I already did when I said
I do.
”

Yes, she did.

When we’re done with our bath and dried off, I tuck Isa in and she’s asleep within a few minutes. I’m tired, too, but I have homework. I dig out my laptop and get online and immediately start searching BDSM forums and online personal ads for Doms seeking subs.

This is such a
bsolute fucking bullshit.
I can’t believe I’m really doing this for Erika.
What the fuck?
I’ll do this for her and after this, I’m done with her for good. If she tries anymore crap, I’ll let my lawyers deal with her.

That little voice in my head reminds me that I can always have her taken care of and removed from society p
ermanently, but I push the thought out. As tempting as it is, I don’t want to risk ever being taken away from Isa.

It’s well after 2 a.m. and I finally call it a night. It’s been one hell of a day. I snuggle up next to Isa, picturing how beautifu
l she looked when I whipped and fucked her senseless.

I wake up with the sun shining in my face. I look around and Isa is sitting at the
desk in front of my laptop. She looks a combination of pissed and saddened. 

“Is there s
omething you want to tell me?” she asks when she sees I’m awake.

“No. Why?” It’s way too early for me to try and decipher what she wants me to say.

“What the hell is this crap?” she asks pointing at the screen of my laptop.  “Dom looking for sub?”

Oh, shit.
I forgot to turn my laptop off before I went to bed.

“It’s not what you think, sweetheart…”

“Don’t
sweetheart
me.  It’s not what I think? Really? That’s all you have to say?”

“Just stop and let me explain.”

“Damn straight you’re going to explain,” she says standing up and fisting her hands at her sides.

“Isa,
don’t.
Calm down and sit your ass back in that chair and let me talk.”

She looks as if she’s internally struggling with my command, but she eventually sits down. Now how the fuck am I going to explain this.
Another lie, that’s how.

“I’m doing it for a friend.”

Isa narrows her eyes at me and she stands again as if she knows I’m lying.

“It’s the truth. I’m finding a Dom for someone else.”
I feel better because that’s the truth.

“I won’t share you, Dylan. I mean that. I
f you think for one second now that we’re married, you can try and pull some kind of shit over on me, you’d better think again. I can take whatever you can dish out when it comes to pain, embarrassment and humiliation, and whatever else you have going on in that wicked mind of yours, but I’ll be damned if I’ll share you with another woman. Or man.”

What the fuck?
I almost laugh at her, but she’s so serious she would probably slap the shit out of me. “Calm the hell down. I’m not trying to pull anything over on you, okay? And seriously,
a man?
”

“Well, I don’t know. Maybe one of your secrets is that you like getting pegged
in the ass or something.”

This time I
laugh out loud at her and she narrows her eyes at me.

“D
on’t ask me to peg you either, because it’s never going to happen.”

I laugh even louder
. Good God this woman is funny.

“I promise
you that I don’t want to be pegged, Isa.”

She looks relieved and sits back down. “Are you really fi
nding a Dom for someone else?” she asks dubiously.

“Yes,
really
.”

“Is it for Sawyer?” s
he asks.

“Uh, no. Does Sawyer strike you as someone who would be a Dom?”

“Yes.”

Shit.
Why did I ask her that?
I immediately feel jealous and like smacking her ass for even thinking of Sawyer in that context.  She must sense my annoyance because she starts to shift uncomfortably in the chair.

“I
mean, I haven’t much thought about it, really,” she counters.

“Uh-huh. Are you sure about that?”

She comes over and sits on my lap and runs her hands through my hair and pecks me on the lips. 

“I don’t think
about any other man except you, most especially in that regard. Now stop looking at me like that,” she replies sweetly.

“Do you want to talk about everything that we did yesterday?” I ask her.

She blushes slightly and starts to twirl her wedding ring around her finger. I swear if it’s not one habit with this woman, it’s another. At least the ring twirling isn’t as bothersome as the tongue ring clicking.

“Was I too harsh on you?” I ask.

“Yes, you were harsh, but it wasn’t more than I could handle. It’s all like a dream now. It was so intense.”

“
I like intense.  You looked so beautiful being fucked and whipped like that.”

“So did you,” she tells me.

“What about the pain?”

“What about it?” she asks.

“Was it too much?”

She pau
ses briefly as if reflecting on our sexy activities and answers, “Almost.”

I’ll take almost. That’s means I’m pushing her limits.

“How did you feel when you opened the door nude?”

She’s still sitting in my lap and her eyes shoot up at me in surprise.  “How do you think I felt?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. Did you like it?”

“No. Not particularly. That poor man; the look on his face. Holy embarrassment, Dylan. I can’t believe you made me do that. I’m sure he’ll be traumatized for life.”

I smile at her. “I don’t think he would say he was traumatized at all. In fact, I think he’s probably bragging about it to everyone he knows.”

“Bragging about what? About h
ow some dumb blonde opened the door in the nude?” she snorts at me.

“Dumb blonde?
Not likely. More like smokin’ hot blonde with a kick ass body and tits that a man could lose himself in.” 

She looks horrified at my statement. 

“What? You don’t believe that?” I ask her.

“Only
you
believe that.”

“Someday, Isa, you’ll realize
how truly beautiful you are and I’ll be trouble when that happens because you’ll figure out you don’t really need me.”

She slaps my mouth swiftly. “Don’t you ever say that kind of crap again. I mean it, Dylan. I’ll always need you.”

I grab the hand that she slapped me with and pin her down on the bed.