Weekend with the Dom (3 page)

Nola closed her eyes, leaning
into his touch. “I would ask for more, Sir.”

He chuckled. “I was thinking more
along the lines of thank you, Sir but that will do. Open your eyes, Beautiful.”
She opened them and caught sight of Alex tasting his glistening wet fingers,
tasting her.
Damn it if it isn’t the
sexiest thing I’ve ever seen
. “Are you ready for this?”

“Yes,
Sir.
I am.”

“Then let us begin.”

****

Alex could still taste her
against his lips. Those lips were still wet from where he’d flicked and teased
her with his finger. Her body told him that she was as turned on as he was. A
part of her might be a little confused, but that voice was getting softer and soon
she'd start ignoring it. He got to his feet. “I want you to stay sitting down.”
He addressed her as he made his way back to the table where he’d placed his
toys. It had been a long time since he’d used any of them. He lifted the sheet,
and his fingers trailed lovingly over the rope.
Not yet. She isn’t ready for that
. The gold mask caught the light
given off by the candles. It was made with a hard plastic mould, which fitted the
contours of the top part of a woman’s face. There weren't any eyeholes, which made
it an effective blindfold. He picked it up by the ribbons that would tie up at
the back of her head. He positioned himself behind her, making sure his body
pressed up against her back. “I’m going to blindfold you. Do you have any
objections?”

“No, I don’t, Sir.” Her reply was
breathy and he could feel her heart beating against his chest.

He lowered it down in front of
her. “Hold it in place.” When he was sure that she wouldn’t be able to see
anything, he tied it in place and got back to his feet. She looked completely
and utterly beautiful in her submission. Sitting there, waiting for him to tell
her what to do. “Remember your safe word, and tell me what it is.”

“It’s blue, Sir.”

He walked back to the table and
removed a few more things that he’d need. He laid the three things out on the
floor. “Get onto your knees.” Being blindfolded threw her a little off balance and
there was a slight wobble before she managed to steady herself again. He ran
his hands up and down the silky material of her dress, enjoying the way it
draped over her body. He’d told her not to wear any underwear and from his
earlier play, he noticed that Nola followed his instructions. Hard twin peaks
showed through the material and brushing his thumb over them brought a gasp
from her lips.

He picked up the scissors and cut
up from the hem, revealing a body that he couldn’t get enough of. Her body
tensed as a part of her registered the cold steel of the scissors as he cut
into her dress. He finally finished his task as he snipped the straps and the
dress fell from her body. He picked up the scraps and threw them onto the
couch. He could always buy her a new one later. He moved forward and captured
one of those lovely rosy nubs between his teeth, and she cried out as he
flickered and teased one nipple and then the other. The way the candle light
caught them, showed how wet and shining he’d left those hard peaks.

“You taste delicious, Beautiful.
Lie down on your back, and let me see every part of you.”

Chapter
Four

Nola’s body sang under his hands.
The barest touches left her wet and aching for more. Not being able to see
added an extra dimension to the experience and it excited the hell out of her.
Nola had no clue what he was about to do to her, but feeling his lips and teeth
teasing her nipple had made her want to thread her fingers through his hair,
holding his head in place. Unfortunately Alex hadn't given her permission. Nola
suspected that this was as much a test as an introduction to submission.

Soft carpet cushioned her as she lay
down. Hands travelled down her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. A part
of her would have been self-conscious about being completely naked under his
eyes, but the blindfold helped her forget about any imperfections on her skin.
Alex didn’t seem to mind them anyway.

Fingers laced through hers and
Alex lifted them until they were above her head. A thin rope looped over her
wrists. “What are you doing?” Alex paused whatever he was doing.

“That question is missing a very
important word, Beautiful.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. What are you
doing, Sir?”

“Good girl.” The words were
whispered into her ear, setting the hair on the back of her neck on edge. He’d
been closer than she thought. “I had every intention of telling you, but
forgetting that very important word means I’m not going to. Make sure you
remember it in the future, because as far as punishments go, this one is rather
tame compared to what I could do.” Nola bit her bottom lip and gasped as a pair
of soft lips brushed against hers. “Don’t worry, Beautiful.” Alex whispered the
words against her lips. “You always have your safe word.”

He went back to work on her
wrists, the slack in the rope went tight and Nola knew that she was stuck. Alex
moved from his position above her head and for a moment all Nola could hear was
silence. Nola squirmed under his intense stare, knowing that he was staring at
her. A slight pressure on her legs moved them apart. “There is a fine line
between pleasure and pain. I’m going to introduce you to both. For every bit of
pain I inflict and you can handle, I will give you pleasure. It’ll be your
reward.”

Nola’s breath caught as Alex’s
breath caressed her delicate folds. “You smell wonderful, Nola.” A gentle flick
of his tongue and another moan escaped. “You taste even better.”
 
Suddenly Nola knew that he was looming over
her. The feeling was strange but not unpleasant. Fingers were on her left
nipple, and she gasped as he teased it. “Good girl. You’re so responsive. I
think you’re going to like this game.” Something hard and wooden clamped onto
her nipple and she bit back the shout of pain that lingered on her lips. Alex
was between her legs again and Nola focused on how he raised her knees up, how
he licked her, teasing her clit gently between his teeth.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet before
. Alex moved again, and another
wooden clamp found a home on her other nipple. Pain sliced through the
pleasure. “How are you doing, Beautiful?”

“I’m okay, Sir.” Focussing on the
feelings that still lingered in her clit helped to take her mind off it.

A weird buzzing sound filled the
air. Something smooth and cold travelled under and down her inner thighs. “Then
you deserve a reward.” The cold metal travelled up and down her folds. Nola
gasped, her body arching as tiny vibrations teased her. “You can’t come until I
give you permission, Beautiful. Focus on the pain.” This was so hard. An orgasm
was slowly building, her core becoming wetter and wetter. A flash of pain
erupted from her nipple where he’d flicked it, making it easier for Nola to
focus on it instead of how turned on she felt. There was no way she’d last much
longer. He hadn’t used the toy on her clit yet, but the vibrations would soon
push her over the edge anyway. Nola cried out as Alex moved the toy away.

“Please, Sir.”

“Please, Sir, what?”

“Don’t stop, Sir. Please.”

The toy returned, and he replaced
it a few centimetres above her clit over her pubic hair. The feeling was less
intense and Nola squirmed under him, trying to make him lower the toy and let
her come. “I control you. It’s me who decides when you’re ready to come, not
you.”

“I need it, Sir. I want it so
much.” The words left her in a rush and he chuckled.

“I can see how much you want it,
Beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet before. Do you deserve
it?”

Is
it a trick question? If I say yes, will he stop? This has to be some kind of
test
.
“Do you think I deserve it, Sir?”

The toy buzzed against her lips
again. “You can come now, Beautiful.” He moved again, back between her legs.
With a circular movement, the toy vibrated against her clit. His tongue darted
in and out of her until her whole body shuddered with pleasure. Heated liquid
erupted from her and the knowledge that Alex drank it all down, not wasting a
drop, made her orgasm that much more intense. Tears pooled in her eyes and fell
down her cheeks as wave after wave descended over her.

There was silence as he removed
the clamps and the rope that bound her arms. Nola didn’t move. She didn’t think
she could even if she wanted to.

Strong arms scooped her up and
held her tight against a hard chest.
Where
is he taking me?
The next room Alex walked into was bright, the light leaking
in around the blindfold. “Can you stand?” He gently let her legs go and held
her body close to his. The scent of her orgasm and his cologne mingled in the
air. Nola gingerly rested her feet on the cold floor, and it made her realise
that instead of his bedroom, they were in the bathroom.

“Yes, Sir, I can.”

His hands lingered on her
shoulders a fraction of a second before Alex stepped away. She listened as he
removed his clothes, tantalising slowly. She didn’t have to be able to see to
know what that body looked like naked. Alex was all hard lines and lean muscle.
He ran every morning and his body reaped the rewards of those daily runs. His
cock was an impressive size, thick and long when it was completely hard. He
only had a light dusting of hair on his chest, thighs and arms, which was fine
for Nola. She liked being able to feel his body under her hands, without having
to fight to get to it under a thick thatch of hair.
 

“Do not touch me or yourself until
I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Nola nodded.

Chapter
Five

Alex made his way around her back––he’d
already slipped a condom on over his raging hard-on. The simple movement of
slipping latex on over hard flesh had brought him little relief. It would be
easy to bend her over and holding her shoulder for much needed balance, thrust
into that welcoming wetness, but tonight was about showing her what he could
offer as her Dom, not to be selfish. He reached up and started to remove the
clips that kept her dark hair up. Strand after strand fell onto her shoulders,
making her look softer and more vulnerable under the lights in the bathroom.

He trailed his fingers down the
curve of her waist, and then over her hips, enjoying the feel of her body under
his skin before he turned the shower on. After teasing her with the memory of
what they’d done in the shower together, he’d been eager for a replay. He
glanced over at Nola. The move had been small, but now she pressed her thighs
together.

“Does the thought of what I’m
going to do to you, turn you on?”

Nola flinched, obviously unaware
that he’d been watching her break one of the rules he’d given her. He’d let the
other slip-up slide, but he couldn’t let her get away with another one. They
were rules for a reason. He sat down on the toilet seat. “Come and find me.”

She hesitated. “I can’t see you,
Sir.”

“I didn’t ask if you could see
me, Nola. I told you to come and find me.”

She reached out delicately and
edged forward. The bathroom wasn’t particularly big, but it probably felt huge
to someone who couldn’t see. Eventually she found him, hesitant fingers finding
one of his knees. “I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just the thought of what you’re going
to do to me in the shower. It just turned me on so much. I couldn’t resist.”

Alex didn’t say anything but
manoeuvred her up and over his knees. He ran his hand over the curve of her
backside. A sharp tap had her burying her head into his thigh, moaning. He went
from sharp taps to slaps that seemed to fill the room. He cupped his hand
slightly, which made the sound louder but didn’t hurt as much. When he was
finally finished her arse cheeks had a rosy glow to them, and the hair between
her legs had pearls of liquid desire on them. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,
Sir.”
Nola wriggled her bum, parting her legs slightly, but Alex ignored the obvious
invitation.

“Get to your feet, Beautiful.” A
slight pause and Nola got to her feet. Her arse wasn’t the only thing that had
a rosy blush to it. “The next time I tell you not to do something, I expect you
to follow those rules. Spanking you isn’t the only punishment I don’t mind
inflicting.” He edged closer until Nola could feel his body, standing close
enough but not touching. “I can tease you for hours, Beautiful. I can bring you
to the cusp of orgasms over and over again. I can make you beg for my cock
between your legs, thrusting in and out of you. So when I tell you not to touch
yourself, what are you going to do?”

“Not touch myself, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Alex smiled, picked
up her hand and led her under the warm blast of water. Alex had a seat
installed in the space and he guided her, sitting her down. He nudged her legs
apart and picked up the shaving cream that he’d put into the shower cubicle
earlier. The cold cream he squirted into his hands, rubbing them together to
work up a lather before applying it to the little bit of hair between her legs.
Alex glanced up to see her biting her bottom lip. “I want to spend a lot of
time down here. I want it devoid of hair. Do you understand?”