The Art of Domination (9 page)

“You
’re such a good girl, Isa,” he whispers in my ear and the heat of his words sends shivers down my entire body.

What I feel next perplexes me. I feel tight bindings being placed the length of my body; first above my breasts, then around my stomach above my waist, then around my
hips. It feels like wide leather and then occurs to me that it’s the belts Dylan brought along. I tense up at the thought and Dylan reaches up caresses my face.

“I don’t want you to be afraid of anything, Isa. I will only use these to bind you, nothing more.”

His words put me at ease. Suddenly the music is louder. I’m left alone for a few minutes, just listening to the sounds coming from the speakers and I drift into my head space. I’m getting chilled, but then I feel Dylan’s warm hands on me, running up and down the length of my body. He applies painful pinching on my nipples that’s constant. It must be the nipple clamps. I squirm uncomfortably and bite down hard on the gag.  Something cold and wet is dripping on me and is rubbed against my clit. It must be ice.

Then
, warm fingers are inside of me. Something hot and wet is dripping on me now.
What is that?
It hurts and I wince from the pain. Dylan is unrelenting and the pain from the hot wetness is overloading my nerves. He pulls at the nipple clamps and I try to scream out but only a moan can be heard through the gag. 
What is he doing to me?

He tightens th
e belts around my hips and waist constricting me tightly and limiting the blood flow.

The song keeps playing over and over, on repeat. ‘Everything in its right place.’
How apropos
. Here I am now, his wife, and right where he wants me; under his complete submission. And I’m not complaining.
I love it
. I love the pain that he’s inflicting on me and not knowing what comes next.

The
sweet torture goes on and on. But for how long? I don’t know. I’ve lost all track of time. My mind is reeling and my body feels as if it’s spinning and rising and falling.

I take mental notes of every sensation that I’m feeling and try to envision what Dylan looks like and the look in his eyes. I wonder how he must feel being in complete control and not holding back.

Abruptly, I feel leather slapped against my belly and the severity of it startles me. He’s never hit me that hard before. I writhe from the pain, but again he’s relentless and whips the entire length of my body. Still, I can only hear the music and see darkness. My adrenaline is surging and I feel as if I’m going to pass out from the pain.  Just when I think I can’t take anymore, the whipping stops and Dylan’s fingers are inside me again, pulling and tugging at me.

I hear him climb on top of the table
with me as it creaks with the weight of both our bodies. He moves between my legs and his warm, wet tongue moves up and down my clit and then slips inside of me. It feels like heaven.  He moves on top of me and tugs at the clamps again and the sensation is so powerful that I arch my back trying to ease the pressure on my nipples. I moan out loudly and bite down on the gag once again. He leans down onto me and whispers into my ear.

“I own
you, Isabel Young - all of you - mind, body and soul. Your body is mine to do whatever I want with it,” he says as he bites my earlobe.

I’m sweating from the intensity of what’s going on and shivering when the cool air hits my body. His licks my neck and then my cheek.  Finally he removes the gag and kisses me. He tastes divine. I thrust my hips upwards to meet the hardness that’s between us.

“Not yet,” he says softly and climbs off the table.

Again
I’m left alone, squirming and pulling against my restraints. The hot wetness that he’s dripped on me has hardened on my skin and only then do I realize that it’s wax. When Dylan comes back, he runs something wet across my lips with his fingers. I lick my lips and I taste wine. It’s slightly sweet and fruity. Dylan lifts the back of my head and tips my chin up so that he can pour a little of it into my mouth. I greedily drink it as I’m parched from all my panting and heavy breathing. Some of it spills out of my mouth and runs down my chin and neck, and Dylan licks it from my skin and kisses my lips. Again, he runs ice over my mouth and down my body and tugs at the nipple clamps.

His torture just goes on and on for what feels like hours. The table is hard and cold and uncomfortable. He just keeps teasing my clit in between lashings and
drips searing hot wax on me. Anytime I try to moan or scream out, he sticks his fingers into my mouth and gags me quiet. Why does he torture me so? I thought he loved me. He said I have to trust him and I do. But to what end?

That damned song just keeps playing over and over, ‘everything in its right place.’ I can’t take this anymore. I start to whimper and feel as if I’m going to start crying.
I remind myself there are no safewords tonight.
The darkness, the music, his touches, the pain, the pleasure, his fingers inside me bringing me near orgasm and then denying me… I want to scream out for him to just fuck me and get it over with.

What time is it? What day i
s it? Where am I?

My perfect little wife.
She’s doing remarkably well considering what I’m putting her through. It’s been nearly two hours and she hasn’t blacked out on me yet. Should I keep going? I want to. I want her to pass out from sheer exhaustion and pain. I love her.
Yes, I love her
. So why am I doing this to her?
Because it feels good; because I like seeing her like this; because I like giving her pain and pleasure and punishing her; because I love seeing her mentally begging me to fuck her.
She wants to know my secrets so I’m showing her what it is I truly like doing. This is only the tip of the iceberg; I hope she realizes that.

When she starts to whine uncontrollably, I climb on top of her and caress her face. I need to reassure her and comfort her. This part I understand completely now. I never comforted Erika
enough when I did things like this to her. Maybe that’s why she did what she did to me. Fuck that.
Why am I thinking about her again?

“Isa, my darling
, do you know how much I love you?” I whisper in her ear and her whining dies down. “I love you completely,” I tell her.

She smells so
good, like sweat and arousal. It’s driving me completely fucking mad. I want to hear her scream so I remove the nipple clamps and right on cue, she shrieks. I kiss her breasts and roll her nipples through my fingers, bringing blood flow back into them. Tears run down her cheeks and I lick their salty trail.

“Good girl. Let it out, love.”

This is the first time she’s ever cried during a scene.
Shit, maybe this is too much for her.
I want to ask her if she’s okay, but my alter ego won’t let me. Isa is strong. I know she can handle this. Sensing she’s nearing her limit, I untie her legs, climb up on the table with her and push her knees up to her chest and thrust into her hard, fast and deep.  She feels so good and looks magnificent like this. Her body is littered with the evidence of my torture and she’s never looked more beautiful.  I only wish I had brought my camera to document this. When her pussy starts to tighten around me, I pull out.

“Not yet,” I tell her and I
climb down off of the table and untie her wrists. Next I remove the belts from her body. They’ve left stricture marks all along her torso and hips and she’s looks completely corrupted.

I grab her
legs again and slide her down to the edge of the table so that her bottom is half hanging off. I stand at the foot of the table and spread her legs wide and thrust into her again, harder, faster and deeper than before. I’m unrelenting despite her whimpering pleas to slow down.  I’m digging my fingers into her fleshy curvy hips and pulling her onto me. I feel the head of my cock meet the back of her cunt and I push deeper yet. I want to fuck her painfully. I want her to feel the after effects of my cock for hours, days, weeks.
Christ, she’s so beautiful being fucked like this.
She just takes me deeper and deeper and…

“Please
, Dylan…” she starts to say and I quiet her by shoving my fingers in her mouth like before.  I’m too close to exploding to hear the sound of her sweet pained voice right now. When she starts to tighten around me again I pull out and stand her up and bend her over the table.

“Hold on tight,
” I tell her and she grips the edges of the table as I continue pounding into her. 
Holy hell
. I haven’t fucked like this since…
Stop.
I can’t think about that. This feels too fucking good to think about that.
Focus, Young.
I hear my own panting and grunting sounds above the music. My body and hair are soaked with sweat and my abdominal muscles ache from my rigorous thrusting. 
I just have to get deeper inside of her. Deeper, Young. You must go deeper.

Again, Isa
starts to moan as if she’s going to cum or cry, or both. She breaks my concentration, so I pull out of her and spin her around and lead her to a dining room chair. I sit her down in it and give my command.

“Play with yourself, but don’t cum.” I sa
y to her and walk into the bedroom and grab the spreader bar. When I come back, Isa is playing with herself like a good pet. I stand and watch her for a few moments and enjoy the sight of her eagerly fingering herself.  Her eyes are still covered and her head is cocked to the one side. I bend down in front of her and put her ankles in the cuffs and put the spreader bar in place. I stand her up and bend her over the chair and instruct her to hold onto the back of it.

I bend down behind her and lick her ass
good, slipping my tongue inside of her and lubing her. I gingerly slip a finger inside of her, then two, easing them in and out to loosen her up a bit. She’s been hesitant to have anal sex and only accepted the tail plug before tonight. I’ve been patient with her, but tonight I want to own every part of her body.

When she’s relaxed
, I pull my fingers out and slide my shaft inside of her tight canal. She lets out a gasp and her breathing quickens. Her ass clenches down on me and I still, allowing her relax again. I go slowly so I don’t hurt her, but as she continues to pant softly my urge to fuck her hard takes over.  I adjust my stance and widen my step so I can grab on to her hips and pull her back hard against me. When I do, she rises up on her tip toes and wobbles unsteadily.

“Steady yourself
, Isabel.”

I
start fucking harder and the vision of her perfect ass sucking my cock into her brings me to near orgasm. I love having her like this because I know she belongs to me fully now; every part of her; and I know I was the first to fuck her this way.

I slip my
fingers inside her pussy and massage her G spot. She’s fully engorged and she screams out when I start pulling back firmly against it. I finally give her permission to cum and when she does, her ass contracts and tightens around me and her sweet cream flows out like Old Faithful. I keep thrusting into her and within a few short moments I cum too and I completely fill her. When I pull out, Isa collapses on her knees onto the chair and damn near falls off of it. I grab her and sure enough, she completely passed out.

I lay her on the floor,
remove the spreader bar and blindfold, and carry her to the bed. She’s like a rag doll, sweaty and wet, her hair damp and in her face and she looks like a defiled angel. I go the bathroom and get some wet washcloths and soap them up, and go back to clean her while she sleeps. The wax has hardened on her skin and I pick it off. I clean her face and smeared mascara, and I wipe her sensitive areas clean as well. When I’m done, I tuck her in and kiss her face, whispering in her ear that I love her.

Her eyes flut
ter open. “Was I a good wife?” she asks.

“Yes, of course you were, sweetheart. You were perfect.”

“Will you stop dreaming about Erika now?” she asks and her voice is heartbreaking.  Her comment stuns me and before I can answer her, she falls back to sleep.

I want nothing more than to wail and punch the walls.
Fucking Erika
. She’s not only hurt me, she’s hurt my beautiful Isa. I have to put an end to the situation with Erika right now. I get dressed, dig out my phone and dial her number. 

She picks up on the third ring.

“Hey, D.  I was beginning to think you had blown me off, but I knew you were smarter than that.”

I truly hate this woman.
“Let’s get this over with. Meet me at the Four Seasons Hotel bar in half an hour.”

“The Four Seasons? What did you have in mind, some play
time?” she asks teasingly.

I feel like vomiting at the thought of being with her again. “
Only if playtime involves gagging you and slapping the fuck out of you.”

“Well,
of course it does. It’ll be just like old times.”

This woman just doesn’t stop.
“Are we meeting or not?”

“I don’t know. Half an hour doesn’t give me much time to get there.”