The Art of Domination (47 page)

I snap the whip again, close to her feet and she jumps.

“I’m only going to say this one more time, Erika. Say my name.
Isabel Young.
”

Her mouth parts
, but she hesitates.
Thank you.
I take pleasure in her delay and I put enough space between us for me to get a good swipe of the leather across her belly. I bring up the whip and lay it across her skin and she screams out.
What a big fucking baby.
I thought this woman was a bad ass who had no limits. I hardly even put any effort into it.

She wants a reason to scream? I’ll give her a reason to scream.
I bring the rawhide across her thighs, harder and I flick my wrist, delighting in the snapping sound the whip makes. I bring the whip down to my side and twirl it around on the floor and focus on the sound of it rubbing against the cool pavement. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, aroused by the scent of the incense burning and sound of Beethoven coming through the overhead speakers.

I feel good right now.
I feel in control. I feel aroused and sexy. I feel like a Goddess. I open my eyes, bring the whip up again and the stupid wench yelps out my name.

“Isabel Young!” she says frantically.

“Very good,
sweetheart
,” I say derisively. I peer over my shoulder to see Dylan’s reaction to my contemptuous term of endearment and he’s standing immobile, along with Derrick, the Dom who tried to touch me, and several other people. Dylan’s eyes are the color of blue flames. He’s standing with his feet apart and his hands at his sides. His head is downcast but his eyes are looking up at me sinfully. He’s smiling at me devilishly and his hard-on is begging to be set free from its fabric prison.

That’s right,
Mistress Isabel is in the house and she’s taking names and numbers. Namely this stupid, deceiving, used up cum bag tied down in front of me.

I let the whip drop to the floor. Then
I move in front Erika again and grab her crotch hard and dig my fingers into her. Her eyes roll back in her head and she moans out.

“I want you
to keep this dirty cunt away from my husband, do you understand?”

Her eyes pop open.

I move only inches from her face and put my mouth near hers. I breathe onto her lips so she can taste my fury and hatred for her. “Dylan belongs to me now. He’s all mine you filthy, lying bitch. He treated you good and you betrayed him. You betrayed my beautiful Dom. How could you do that? Don’t you have heart beating inside this flat chest of yours?  You betrayed him and then you have the nerve to demand him to be your Dom again when you know he belongs to me? How ignorant are you? I want you to apologize to him right now for what you did to him.” I reach back and slap her when she doesn’t respond as quickly as I want.

“Apologize or I’ll whip you again and this time I won’t hold back.”

Her breathing becomes rapid and she whimpers and moans when dig my fingers deeper inside of her disgusting gash. I pull at her hard, making her hurt and I slap her again, leaving a magnificent red hand print across her cheek.

I’ve never felt like this
. I feel even more alive than before. My nipples harden inside my leather jacket and my pussy aches to be filled with Dylan. Erika’s eyes move up and down my body and stop on my heaving chest.

“Do y
ou like what you see?” I ask her, repeating Dylan’s words to her. I reach down and unzip my jacket to my navel, revealing the tops of my breasts and run my fingertips down the center of my cleavage, teasing her.

“Yes…” she answers as she licks her lips

“Yes,
what
?” I ask.

“Yes
, Ma’am, I like what I see.”

“
That’s too bad because I belong to Dylan.” I let go of her and she starts moaning and thrashing her head. It’s very clear to me that she’s turned on and wants release.
Fuck that.
This snatch can go straight to hell without ever having another orgasm for all I care. I’m fired up thinking about the images of her with Dylan and how she ruined my wedding bliss, but I put on my best face and pace my movements and temper.

I reach down for the whip again and snap it on her feet. She cries out and closes her eyes tightly.

“I’m waiting, Erika. I want your apology and it better sound sincere.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I step to the side and she looks Dylan in the eyes and apologizes like a well-trained submissive.

“I’m sorry, D. I’m sorry I betrayed you,” she says and her eyes gloss over.

Dylan looks dazed but he moves forward to us and addresses her.

“Now apologize to Isabel for the names you called her,”
he says deep and whispered and without missing a beat.

Without hesitation, she looks me directly in the eyes and apologizes.

“I’m sorry for calling you anything but Isabel Young, Ma’am.”

Dylan reaches over to me and grab
s me brusquely and plants a deep wet kiss on my mouth while he fists my hair with one hand and grips my ass with the other, making me cringe from the pain. His hands on me feel so good and the pain intensifies my arousal. He pulls me close and his hard cock presses into my belly. He pushes his tongue inside my eager mouth and caresses every surface of it. His tongue circles around inside my mouth and he pulls back slightly, allowing me to suck it. When I open my eyes, he’s looking at me lovingly and longingly, and in the sexiest, most orgasm-inducing way ever. Everyone and everything around us fades away and I can only hear the sound of his breathing and my own heartbeat in my ears.

“Fuck me now or lose me forever,” he teases.

Mistress Isa
bel

Never in my life have I been so turned on.
Never.
Precum drips down my thigh as I look into Isa’s fuck-me eyes. Our intense stare down is interrupted when Erika’s Dom takes over. We move out of the way and I reach down and zip her jacket closed when Derrick approaches us. He’s sporting an erection much like mine and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Isa. Dominant Isabel immediately retreats and is replaced by submissive Isa. Her cheeks turn beet red and she tries to hide behind me as if his hard-on is going to jump out of his pants and attack her.

“It seems your little submis
sive pet has a dominant streak,” Derrick replies as he peeks around me to eye-fuck Isa.

“It would seem so,” I say, feigning ignorance.

“Fucking hell, Young. Are you
positive
you’re not interested in hotwifing with her?”

“Derrick, Derrick, Derrick. You need to get your dick into check. This hot little piece of ass is mine all mine.”

“Hot is an understatement. So be it, but if you ever change your mind, I’m first in line,” he says as he adjusts himself and walks away.

I turn to face Isa and she’s once again glaring at Erika. Erika is staring
thoughtfully back and completely ignoring her Dom.

I guide her by her shoulders away from the playroom and sit her down at a table. I’m kneeling in front of her, completely forgetting my place as her Dom. She looks down at her knotted hands and sheepishly looks up me.

“Did I embarrass you?” she asks.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you told me to be mindful of my surroundings and speak only when spoken to. I saw Erika and my alter ego took over. I tried to stop myself, but... I watched Erika for a good 15 minutes and I swear I tried to talk myself down. But when I heard her voice, I was reminded of all those images of the two of you and the video. I just wanted to punish her for hurting you and for being a better submissive than me. I promised I’d be a good girl, Dylan. I’m sorry.”

She looks back down at her hands and sniffs.
I pull her chin up and her eyes are glassy and tear filled.

“Listen to me, Isa, y
ou didn’t embarrass me. And how many times do I have to tell you that you’re a thousand times better for me than Erika ever was? She’s not a better submissive. She’s not a better anything. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Christ, I’m more proud of you now than I’ve ever been. You made Erika do what I never could - apologize for what she did to me. Now wipe that sad look off your face.”

She dabs the corner of he
r eyes with her finger and then smiles weakly at me.

“I need to go wash my hands and get her nasty snatch off of me,” she says as she looks down at her hands and wrinkles her nose.

Leave it to Isa. I’m dying over here to get home and let Mistress Isabel fuck me into oblivion and she’s making me laugh. I stand, help her up and she excuses herself to the restroom. I walk over to the bar and order another hot coffee. Hopefully I’ll be up all night getting my brains fucked out and I need the caffeine.  I hear a nervous cough and when I turn around, Erika is standing behind me.

I straighten up and furrow my eyebrows at her. 
What the fuck does she want now?

“I thought I told you I didn’t want you talking to me?”

She looks genuinely contrite and looks down at the floor.

“
I know, but I just had to say this to you. Your wife, Isabel Young, Ma’am, she’s… she’s… just… wow. D, she’s seriously just…
wow
.”

She’s not telling anything I don’t already know, but…
okay. 
Where’s she going with this?

“I u
nderstand why you married her. I think I’m crushing on her, D. I know I fucked you over in a bad way, but if you’re ever interested in a ménage with her…”

What the living fuck?

I feel my jaw drop open from the sheer absurdity of Erika’s statement. Did she just tell me she wants to fuck my wife? I’d be pissed if I weren’t in complete and utter shock. I’ve never seen Erika so…
sincere.
It almost makes me nauseous. Christ Almighty.

I smell Isa
’s delicious scent before I see her and I look past Erika to see her standing with her hands on her hips and throwing some mean fuck-off eyes at Erika.

Erika tur
ns around when she sees the look on my face.

“I thought I told you to keep your nasty cunt away from my husband.”

And just like that, Mistress Isabel is back.

“Yes, Ma’am,
I’m sorry,” Erika says as she lowers herself to her knees in front of Isa.

Isa looks stunned and looks up at me with confusion on her face.

“Ma’am, if you’re ever interested in whipping and punishing me again, I’d be pleased and most grateful.”

This
is comical beyond words. Poor Isa doesn’t know what’s going on and Erika doesn’t know what’s hit her.  Isa stares at Erika, bewildered by her statement. Her eyebrows furrow and she cocks her head to the side, her eyes keenly analyzing Erika. I swear I can see the light go on over her head when she realizes what Erika’s suggesting. Suddenly her eyes get big, her hands drop to her sides, and she wrinkles her nose and looks up at me revolted. I hear myself snort and suck back laughter at the look on Isa’s face.

“Get up off your kne
es Erika and go away. Seriously. Just. Go. Away,” Isa says clipped.

Without delay, Erika
retreats. While Erika walks away, Isa stands watching her until she disappears. She turns back to me and gives me stink eye.

“What are you smiling about?” she asks.

“The look on your face right now.”

“What about it?”

“Haven’t you ever been hit on by a woman before?”

Isa huffs
at me and her mouth pops open. “She was
not
hitting on me. Was she?”

I laugh loudly and several people look over
at me as I throw my head back and hold my stomach.

“No, no. She just wants to
have a three-some with you and have you whip her ass, but no, she wasn’t hitting on you,” I say in between laughs.