The Art of Domination (32 page)

“And?”

I sigh loudly. “I was good with computers. I was a hacker and had done my share of wreaking havoc on several local businesses’ security systems. It was when I hacked into a government agency that the NSA tracked me down. They were interested in my skill set and recruited me.”

“What was it like, Dylan?”

“What was
what
like?”

“B
eing so young and independent and not having to rely on anyone. Being wanted and sought after. That had to make you feel very special.”

I look over at Isa and
she looks a combination of sad and excited. I can’t help but be completely honest with her. “It wasn’t everything it was cut out to be. I was lonely. I was only 17. My parents were gone and there was no one to share my glory with.”

“I’m sorry,
I didn’t think of that. Didn’t you have any other family or friends?”

“No. My parents were only children and so was I.
As for friends, I left them all behind after my parents died.”

“Where did you live after your parents were gone?”

“In a few different foster homes, but as you already know, I have authority and control issues and there was no way in hell I was taking orders from someone I didn’t know. Some of the people who were my guardians were… well… less than desirable. My parents left me a lot of money after they died and most of those assholes only wanted to be my guardian in order to get to it.  I decided I didn’t need that kind of bullshit and I was emancipated by the court.”
How the hell did this turn out to be about my parents?
“I thought were talking about the NSA?” I ask cantankerously.

“What kind of work did you do for them?”

“Hacking, decoding, breaking into high level security systems. When I was a little older, I was promoted to an agent and started doing field work.”

“It sounds dangerous. Was it?”

“Sometimes.”

“Did you travel to exotic locations?”
she continues.

“Sometimes.”

“You’re impossible. Why do you always have to be so damned cagey?” Isa sits up and faces me, sitting Indian style.

“Am I?”

“Don’t play coy with me. You know you are. Have you ever killed anyone?”

What the fuck?
Her question stuns me. “Why would you ask something like that?”

“Beca
use you were a spy for the NSA,” she states casually.

“I never said I was a spy and I already told you, if I was
one, I couldn’t admit to that,” I reply, trying to avoid lying to her about whether or not I’ve killed someone.

“Oh, fine.
How did you meet Sawyer?”

“Why the sudden interest in Sawyer?” I feel jealousy rearing its ugly head again. I
sit up on my elbow and turn on my side to face her.

“Stop, Dylan. It’s just a question. That man obviously cares about you and I’d like to know a
little more about the man who guards my husband’s life.”

I feel chastened and embarrassed at my semi-accusation.
“Sawyer doesn’t guard my life, Isa. He works with me. You think he cares about me?”

“Definitely.
And it goes beyond work. I think you two have a real bromance.”

“What the fuck?” I
snort laugh.

“You can’t deny it.”

I roll my eyes at her and continue to laugh at her. “Whatever, Isa.”

“So? How did you meet him?” s
he asks, continuing with her journalistic tone.

“We meet when I was still with the NSA. He worked for the CIA and our agencies were working side-by-side on a case. I immediately liked him. We kept in contact over the years and when I went solo, I contact
ed him to see if he wanted a job. It turns out he was at a rough patch in his life and he was out of work. He was still a real son-of-a-bitch about it, though. I had to work my ass off to get him to work for me. He practically makes the same salary as me and I own the damned company.” I laugh inwardly because he’s worth every fucking penny of it. And to be completely honest with myself, I’d pay him more than myself to keep him around.

“So tell me about…”

I cut her off. I’m done answering questions for today. “No more, Isa. You’ve heard enough for today. I want to get inside that little honey pot of yours.”

“But there are people downstairs. They’ll hear us.”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to work extra hard at keeping quiet, won’t you?”

Her eyes are wide and bright, and she looks
enthusiastic.

“I want to test your limits tonight. I had bigger pl
ans, but since we’re limited in what we can do, we’ll just have to improvise.”

“Test my limits?” she ask
s twirling her wedding ring.

“Yes, y
our limits for pain. You’ve done quite well so far, I want to see how far I can push you. I also want to see how well you can follow rules.”

“What kind of rules?”

“Just one, really; keeping very quiet. Do you think you can do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s not the answer I want to hear, Isabel,” I say, moving closer.

“Umm, okay. I’ll try.”

“No.”

“Dylan…”

“Try again,” I say, touching her full lips.

“Yes, Sir,
I’ll keep very quiet.”

“
There you go, that’s my good girl. I know you can do it,” I reassure her.

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“Yes, but I won’t hurt you more than you can tolerate. We’ll abide by our usual safewords, okay?” I ask her as I push her gently down on to the bed and position her body.

She nods
yes
, but I can see that defiance in her eyes starting to flare. She’s trying to be Erika and I’m not having it. 

“I mean it, Isabel. I’m trying to push your limits, not torture you or hurt you irreparably. If it
’s too much for you, you use our safewords. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes,
” she says, rolling her eyes.

Hell no.
I lean up on top of her and grab her jaw and shake her face. “I’m not fucking playing around so wipe that smart-ass look off your face and tell me you understand.”

“Yes, Sir
, I understand.” she answers apologetically.

That’s better.
Now we can get down to business.

***

Holy testy male specimen.
Dylan has no patience with my attitude lately. I’ll admit, I’ve been slack in holding it back and I should work on being a better submissive, but he’s trying my patience, as well.

He shifts my body arou
nd and finds some soft rope in one of the dresser drawers. I want to ask him why he has that in here, but I don’t want to break his concentration. He digs out his pocket knife and cuts the rope into four smaller pieces. I already know what he’s planning on doing with that.

I put my arms above my head and spread my legs wide in anticipation of being tied and he smiles at me deviously.

“Good girl,” he says.

He moves to the head of the bed and ties my wris
ts to the headboard and ties my ankles to the bed posts at the foot of the bed.  He undresses himself and moves between my legs. I’m still wearing my bra and panties, but Dylan takes the pocket knife and cuts them off of me.
Damn, I really liked this set.
I’ve gone through more skivvies with this man than in my entire life. I watch his cock eagerly as it starts its magical inflation. He puts the knife down beside me and looks up at me. I wonder what he plans on doing with that.
Like I don’t know.

I’m nervous. M
y body tenses up at the thought of pain being inflicted on me. I just have to remember to use the safewords. I’ve only ever used yellow three times before. I’ve never used red and I hope I don’t ever have to.  He licks my body slowly, circling his tongue around my nipples and then biting them gently and finishing it off with an intense suck.

My back arches and I
moan out, but then I remember that I’m supposed to keep quiet. It would be better if he would just gag me. He assaults my other nipple the same way and works his way down my body to my navel.  He dips his tongue inside and twirls it around and kisses it. His mouth feels so divine on me. His smell drifts upwards and teases my senses. He smells like expensive cologne with an undertone of Dylan. I start getting wet as I delight in his scent.

“I want to see this pretty little na
vel of yours pierced, Isabel,” he says, taking me out of my trance. 

I open my eyes to see him watching me while he circles his index fin
ger around and around my belly button.  It tickles and I start to giggle, but bite my bottom lip in an effort to silence myself.

“And this, too,” h
e says as his finger moves down to my clit.

Is he freakin’ kidding?
  I shake my head
no
and he flicks it hard using his thumb and index fingers, making me wince and squeal out. Dylan’s eyebrow goes up in warning of my loudness and I close my mouth tightly.

“I’m going to concentrate all of my effor
ts on this small little area,” he says inexplicably.

He opens my labia with his thumbs and starts sucking and licking at my clit, and then blows warm air on it, up
and down near my entrance. I love this so much I could have it done for hours on end. He flicks it again, harder and I tense up from the sting.

He puts his mouth back on me and sucks hard and my clit become
s swollen and tender as the blood rushes to its surface. He continues to hold me open with his index finger and thumb, and with his free hand he pinches firmly on my clit and rubs his fingers together.
Oh my God
. The sensation isn’t altogether painful, but it’s extremely uncomfortable.

Dylan momentarily slips a finger inside of me, but only to pull out some wetn
ess and spread it around. He continues the sweet, painful flicking on my swollen bundle of nerves. He presses down firmly on it with his thumb and then runs his thumb up and down the length of it my clit to my pussy, then followed by a flick to the very tip. I cringe again from the pain and close my eyes tightly.

“Op
en your eyes, Isa, and watch me,” Dylan says in a husky voice.

I d
o as I’m told and I watch as he continues to torture my precious pearl with painful slapping, flicking and pinching. I want to scream out because the pain is getting to be almost unbearable and just when I think I can’t take any more, he backs off and starts tonguing it gently. His tongue is searing hot and I want to cum, but I’m not close enough and it’s agonizing. I want him to fuck me or put his fingers inside of me to bring me to orgasm, but he just keeps teasing and tormenting my poor beloved pink jelly bean.

My clit feels like
its on fire, but then Dylan abruptly stops and reaches for the pocket knife. I feel panicked and raise my head to plea with him.

“Relax, Isabel. You need to trust me.
”

That’s e
asy for him to say.
He moves the blade towards my slit and I close my eyes and wait for the worse, but instead, I feel a cool soothing sensation on my painfully sore swollen jewel. I open my eyes again to see Dylan pressing the flat end of the blade against it firmly. He looks over at the small scab that has formed where he cut me my inner thigh and he kisses it.

“How’s this doing? Does it still hurt?”

I shake my
no
and he smiles.

“Good.”

And with that, he puts the knife down and slaps my clit again, much harder than before I scream out from the unexpected harshness. He doesn’t let up as he pinches, flicks and bites at me. I feel tears well up and before I can stop myself, I say it.

“Pineapple!
”

He immediately stops and kisses it and slips two fingers inside of me to give me my release. He doesn’t have to work hard or for very long and I cum quickly, but the hot cum burns my irritated clit and I squirm uncomfortably
. Dylan unties me and flips me onto my belly. My hand immediately goes to my swollen nub and I touch it, making sure it’s still intact and trying to console it.

Dylan moves on top of me
starts fucking me prone. He grabs my hands and pulls them behind my back so that my forearms are on the middle of my back and he pins them there. He pushes my legs apart with his knees as he fucks fast and furiously.

He leans down onto my still sore neck from his bite
yesterday, and he bites it again and sucks at me. I bury my face in the bedding and moan loudly from the exquisite pain still throbbing in my nether region and now on my neck. Dylan pushes deeper into me and I feel him hit my cervix. I push my ass back, trying to push him out of me just a bit, but he pushes back down with his hips, making me accept all of him. He pushes deeper yet and moves his mouth to my shoulder. He bites hard along my back and shoulders. It feels both good and excruciating. I don’t want to use the safeword twice in one night, but I can feel myself nearing my pain limit.