The Art of Domination (46 page)

Isa looks up at him
shocked and her cheeks glow bright red. Derrick takes one look into her eyes and his stance shifts as he stands up straighter. His eyes dilate, he drops his hands to his side and inhales deeply. I guess Isa has this effect on all men, not just me. I’m both irritated and turned on by his reaction to her.

“
What color are those amazing eyes?” he asks.

Isa’s eyes shoo
t back to me and she remains silent.

“
Right at this moment, they’re the color of warmed honey, but they change with her mood. You should see the remarkable color they turn when she cums. Better yet, when she’s angry.”

Isa licks her lips and bites down hard onto her bottom lip with my statement.
That’s my girl – keep that sassy mouth closed.

Derrick audibly sighs as he watches her movements.

“Control yourself, Derrick. You’re forgetting your place,” Kerian says kiddingly and pats Derrick on the back.

I tuck Isa’s messy hair behind her ear and run my thumb over her bottom lip
, pulling it out from between her teeth.
She’s so damned beautiful
. Maybe now she’ll realize just how attractive she really is. 

“Are you ready, love?” I ask her.

“For what?”

“To show everyone wha
t a good girl you can be for me.”

Isa looks frantic, so
I stand, grab her hand and walk her towards the back of the club where the playrooms are before she has a chance to voice her objections. I find an available single pole and stand Isa in front of it.

Isa whispers to me, “I hope you don’t expect me to pole dance for you.”

“God, no. I’ve seen you dance before. That would be disastrous. ” I tell her and she smiles at me. “But now that you mention it, perhaps I should sign you up for a few classes.”

Her eyes get big and I inwardly laugh. It’s actually a great idea. I’d love to see her pole dancing with some skill
and swaying those curvy hips with purpose.

I grab some leather wrist cuffs and instruct her to place her arms behind her. I cuff her wrist
s together around the pole. I’d love to spank her ass again but she’s still very tender. I’ll whip her tonight. Yes, that sounds delightful. I push her legs apart with my foot and unzip her jacket. Her breathing immediately becomes rapid and the blood drains from her face as she looks over to the gathering audience.

“You have a beautiful body, Isa. You shou
ld be proud of it. I am,” I assure her as I open up the jacket and expose her tits. I roll her thick nipples through my fingers and pull them to a point. She moans and closes her eyes.

“Open your eyes, Isabel. I want to you to watch me.”

Isa’s eyes open, but she looks pale and mortified.

I bring her focus to me. “Just concentrate on me, Isa. Only me. Just imagine it’s only you and I
in this room. We’re all alone; no one else. This is our own little world.”

To my astonishment, Isa’s breathing slows and deepens
, and her eyes come into focus. Her pupils dilate widely and she licks her lips.

“Yes, Sir, o
nly you and I,” she says softly.

I move slowly to the whipping implements and pick out a lovely thick-handled,
brown suede cat. When I look back at Isa, her eyes are still on me, watching my every move.
Holy fuck, this gorgeous woman is my wife.
Her nipples are pebble hard and I can see her chest rise and fall with her breathing. I circle around Isa, running the cat over the exposed parts of her body, including her thighs, belly and breasts. When I come around in front of her, she makes one simple request.

“
Please, Sir, make it hurt.”

My cock jumps to attention with her heartfelt plea. Her voice is melodic and angelic. How can I deny her when she so desperately wants the very thing I yearn to give her; pain and
pleasure?

“Anything for you, my love
,” I answer and she smiles sweetly at me.

I step back away from her and lay the cat across her chest in one swift move. Isa throws her head back and
begs for more. So I give her more. Again and again, I circle around her and bring the cat down over her porcelain skin, leaving a fiery trail of red welts in its path.

At this moment,
I feel in complete control of myself and Isa. She’s given this wonderful gift to me. She has granted me the ability to be in control when life around me often times spins out of focus. Her trust in me is unfaltering and I want only to please my beautiful, submissive, masochistic wife. She starts to shake after two dozen lashings and I drop the cat and move in front of her. Her eyes are glossy, but she remains silent other than her moans of pleasure. I unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor, exposing her perfect pussy for all to see.

The crowd is quiet and only the sound of mine and Isa’s ragged breathing can be heard against the backdrop of Vivaldi being played softly on the overhead speakers. Isa never takes her eyes off of me and
I feel God-like. She’s made me so proud tonight. I own her completely and everyone here knows it. I slide my fingers into her drenching wet hole and push them deep inside of her. She bites down onto her bottom lip and closes her eyes briefly. When she opens them, they’re the color of the autumn leaves in fall. I move my fingers in and out of her slowly and I feel her tightening muscles clench my fingers.

“Cum, Isa
,” I tell her firmly.

Her breathing becomes more rapid and she whimpers as she nears her finish. I want everyone to see the glorious talent my wife has for coming so I pull hard against her engorged inner wall.

“That’s it, give it to me,” I say and with my final word, she screams out and lets loose shamelessly and cums. I step back and watch in awe with the rest of the crowd as she leaves a puddle of her juice on the floor in front of her. Her body starts to go limp and I move in to catch her. I loosen her wrists and carry her to the couch against the wall and grab a blanket to wrap her with. I hand her a bottle of water and she drinks it quickly. Her eyes gaze at me lovingly as I clean her up. She drifts in and out of lucidity and I praise her.

“You’re such a good girl, Isa. You were
perfect; absolutely perfect.”

While she rests, I clean up the equipment and the mess we’ve made. 
I’m still cleaning when Derrick and Kerian come over to discuss the scene with me. Derrick is watching Isa fixedly the entire time.

“I thought you said she was here to learn?” Kerian asks. “It seems to me she did quite well for being new at this.”

I guess I should explain. “Well, I may have over exaggerated when I said she was new at this. She’s been in training for the last five months. It’s only been recently that I’ve shown her my true colors for sadism.”

“Well it worked out perfect
ly for you because she seems to be quite the masochist,” Derrick says.

“Yes, she is perfect for me; i
n every possible way.”

“
Her performance was spectacular. That’s quite a talent she has. Are you sure you’re not willing to consider sharing her?” Derrick asks.

I smile at him and shake my head
no
. “I’m positive.”

“You can’t blame a Dom for trying,”
he replies as he and Kerian walk away.

No, I can’t blame him for trying. If Isa belonged to someone else, I’d be itching to
dominate her, too. I get Isa dressed and she perks up with another bottle of water.

“How do you feel?”

“Deliciously sore.”

“Ho
w does a nice warm bath sound when we get home?”

“It sounds very n
ice, but for now I need to piss like a racehorse.”

“Nice language,” I tell her and point the way to the restrooms.

I make my way back to the bar and order some hot tea for Isa and a coffee for me. I lose myself in conversation with some of the other members and become fascinated with several of the submissives that are sitting on their knees next to their Doms. I’ve missed this environment. It used to be commonplace for me to be here. I’m not even sure why I haven’t brought Isa here sooner. I lose track of time while listening to Kerian tell me about all the things I’ve missed over the last couple of years.

Derrick sho
ws up and nods towards the St. Andrew’s cross.

“It looks like your pet is
spellbound by something.”

I look over and
Isa is standing stock-still watching a scene. I walk over to her, not paying much attention to what’s going on, and only focusing on her intense stare.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”
I ask.

Isa doesn’t respond and I see her hands fist at her sides and her eyes narrow.
What the hell?

Baffled by her reaction I watch her closely,
but then I hear a smack and the all-too-familiar sound of Erika’s whimpering pleas.

Oh, shit.

I spin around and Erika is blindfolded and bound to the cross at all four points. She’s deep in a scene with the same Dom that I caught her with just days ago.
How the hell did I miss the fact that she’s here?
I didn’t see her car in the parking lot. Shit, they must be in his car.

I turn back to Isa and grab her by her upper arm to guide her away
, but her determination is resolute and I’m unable to pull her away. I see the gears turning and her eyes burn hot like the color of the sun. I lean down into her ear, hoping to talk her out of whatever revenge she’s plotting out.

“Playtime is over, pussycat,” I say
mellifluously in an attempt to soothe her anger and quell her rushing adrenaline. 

Isa
turns her head slowly and meets my gaze. She’s breathing deeply and slowly, and the look on her face is both frightening and hot as hell. Her look reminds of the night she surprise tied me up in my dungeon.

“
Playtime is only beginning, sugar. Now it’s your turn to watch and learn,” she says coolly as she runs her fingertips down my cheek.

Shit, shit, shit
.

I contemplate throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her out, but Isa acts
swiftly and moves in for the kill. Now it’s my turn to look a deer in headlights.

Isa moves up behind the Dom, touches his arm gently and pulls him down to w
hisper something in his ear. I instantly feel jealous at the thought of Isa’s breath in his ear. I tense up when I see the Dom’s reaction to Isa. He moves back, eyes her speculatively and licks his lips. When he reaches out to touch her, I step forward ready to protect my wife, but Isa steps just out of his reach and puts her hands on her hips.

Shit.
Isa doesn’t know the protocol about interrupting a scene and I fear she and I will both be reprimanded by management for her faux pas. When I look over, Derrick is watching her keenly, but he’s not making any motion towards her.

I move slowly closer and to the side so I can see the look on Isa’s face. Her eyes are dilated and she’s w
atching the Dom, waiting for his response to whatever her request was. He looks over and sees me and the light goes on over his head when he realizes Isa is with me. He politely bows out and steps to the side.

Isa walks over to Erika who has no idea what’s going on because her blindfold remains on. Isa runs her index finger across
Erika’s lips and down her cheek.
Oh, fuck
. I feel a nervous shiver deep in my belly.  Isa leans into Erika’s ear and whispers something
. God, I’d give anything to know what she just said to Erika.

***

“Hello,
sweetheart
, so we finally meet,” I whisper. I pull off Erika’s blindfold and her pretty, lying brown eyes round at me.

“Do you know who I am?” I ask her as I step back. She doe
sn’t answer. “I’m the woman whose life you’ve made a living hell for the last week. The woman whose husband and Dom you tried to blackmail. The woman you called a money hungry bitch. Do you remember me, now? My name is Isabel Young.
Say it
,” I order, but she stays silent.

Her eyes narrow at me and it takes every
thing I have not to punch her in her non-cock sucking mouth. I feel my anger boiling over but I think about Dylan and how he always remains cool and calm. I smile sweetly at her and her eyes widen at me again. I move to the rack and grab the prettiest whip I can find. I peek over my shoulder at Erika and I see her body tense up. I look her up and down and lick my lips, teasing her. It’s easy to see why Dylan was attracted to her; she’s quite pretty – in a skinny, no-tit sort of way. Her hair is shorter than in the pictures I saw of her and I almost didn’t recognize her. I almost wish I hadn’t.
Almost.

I pace in front of her slowly,
back and forth. I snap the whip in the air, testing out my ability to wield it and her eyes practically bug out of her head. She shifts around on the cross nervously and her repulsive floral scent drifts past my nose.