Secret Domme – Chapter 8

Welcome back to find out what’s going on with our resident Domme! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden

Chapter 8

When he was done cleaning me off, I said, “Do you think you could cum one more time for me?”

“I don’t know, Mistress.”

“Get up on your knees.”

He did, and I went over to the dresser and picked up the paddle. I brought it over to the bed and ran it along his ass cheeks. He shuddered a little, and I was concerned that he was going to start wiggling.

“Don’t move.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I knew that I was asking a lot and that he would eventually start moving if I hurt him enough, but I wanted him to do his best to stay still so I didn’t unintentionally hit him somewhere I shouldn’t.

I swung the paddle down on his ass, and his body rocked, but otherwise, he stayed still. I hit him with the paddle about ten times on each side before giving him a short break. I slid it across his ass gently, moving it along his skin. He was trembling. And then I slid it between his legs and pressed it up against his balls.

He whimpered.

I tapped his balls gently. “No, Mistress, please, don’t,” he cried, but he was careful not to move.

The more he whined, the harder I hit him.

“Mistress! Please no!”

I just hit his balls a little harder.

“No, Mistress, please,” he whimpered. He was still protesting, but he was starting to calm down and whimper instead of scream. “Mistress, please, don’t. Please stop.”

“I thought you liked pain, bitch.”

“I do, Mistress, but that was a lot.”

I shrugged and hit him one more time, nice and hard. He whimpered and cried, and I said, “You can relax.”

He fell over onto the bed, curling himself around his balls. “No more, please no more, Mistress, please no more.” He just kept repeating it over and over again. Briefly, I wondered if I had pushed him too far, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t.

I pressed lightly on the plug in his ass, and he started moaning and thrusting his hips. Nope, I hadn’t taken it too far at all.

“Open your legs.”

He whimpered, but he didn’t argue. He spread his legs and lay flat out on his back. I dragged my nails up his thighs but then changed to a gentle touch as I caressed along his balls and up his cock. His cock was soft, but as I played with him, he started to get hard. “Are you going to be able to get off one more time, or are you too pathetic to be able to do that?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress, I think I probably can.”

“Good,” I said. “I want to ride you.”

I climbed up on top of him, letting his cock slide into my pussy again. I used my thick thighs to bounce on top of him. His hands found my hips and helped guide me up and down on his shaft. It felt amazing, and I was tempted to fall forward and rest my head on his chest. But I didn’t. I kept bouncing on his cock. It felt good. Better than I wanted to admit. And it wasn’t long before I decided I wanted to feel his cock in my ass. It had been too long since I had had a cock in my ass, and I wanted it.

I angled my hips so he would slip out of me, and I could tell he thought it was accidental. When I lined him back up, I lined him up with my ass. I was so tight. It had been so long. I eased down onto him, and he looked at me wide-eyed.

“Mistress?” he said.

I groaned, “You feel so good in my ass.”

“Mistress, you’re so tight,” he said. His fingers dug into my hips. “You feel so good.”

I thought about saying how good he felt but decided it would be better not to. I didn’t want to let him know how good of a fuck he was.

“Mistress, I’m going to cum. Your ass is so tight, oh my god.”

“Go ahead, bitch. Fill my ass with your cum. I can’t wait to feel you lick it out of me.”

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