Welcome to Chapter 14 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you haven’t read the previous installments. Today, we’re going to read some steamy sex between our resident Domme and her pet. How is that going to change their relationship?
~Jayden
Chapter 14:
His cock is so big, and it feels so good. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as he fucks me, standing right there. He carries me a few steps to the side and puts me up against the wall. It’s cold on my bare back, but I don’t care. My nails rake down his back, and he groans.
“Yes, more,” he moans in my ear.
I do it again. And again. And again. I’m sure I’m leaving red marks on his back. I want to mark him.
He seems to be tiring out, which is understandable. “Sit on the couch, pet,” I whisper into his ear.
He does, and I somehow manage to stay on his cock. I use the couch to ride his cock. His hands find my hips and help me. It doesn’t take me long to tire out myself, but he takes over, fucking me from below, thrusting his hips up into me. “May I please cum, Mistress?”
“Yes, god, yes. Cum. Fuuuuck,” I groan as I feel his cock pulsing inside me. The condom is doing its job and keeping his cum from filling my pussy, but I can still feel him pulsing inside me.
We stop thrusting, and I just sit on top of him, his slowly softening cock still inside me. We’re both panting and sweaty. I rest my head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me loosely. I don’t have any words. I don’t regret what we did, but I am embarrassed about acknowledging it.
I have no idea how long we’ve been laying here. I don’t want to get up. I wish more than anything else that I had a bed in the play space and not a pull out sofa that we’re currently sitting on. I am really tempted to bring him to my bed, but that seems like a bad idea.
“Do you want a shower, Mistress?”
I nod and climb off of him, a bit unsteady on my feet. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked like that. My pussy is sore in the best possible way.
We go into the bathroom where not long ago I was washing James. But now he’s the one to turn on the shower. He adjusts the temperature to something just shy of scalding and gets in. “Is this an okay temperature for you, Mistress?”
I nod and stand under the spray. He lets his fingers run through my long hair, getting thoroughly wet.
“Would you like me to wash your hair, Mistress?”
“Yes, please, pet.”
He lathers shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp. It feels amazing. I could let him do it all night. When he’s done, I turn around and rinse my hair. He repeats the process with conditioner, and we fall into a rhythm as though we’ve done this together a thousand times. He washes my body with his hands, getting them soaped up and then touching me. He touches every inch of my body. It feels even more intimate than the kisses we shared.
When he’s done, he kneels in front of me, looking up at me, the spray bouncing off of me and making a mist over him.
“You are beautiful, Mistress.”
I blush. I’m used to my submissives complimenting me, but they almost have to. Besides, I usually hide behind thigh-high boots, sexy lingerie, and makeup. But James is looking at me barefoot, naked, with no makeup on, and he’s still saying I’m beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I feel like someone sees me. Really sees me. Tears burn in my eyes, and the shower washes them away, but I know James notices. He sees them fall before he rests his head against my thigh, wrapping his arms around me as we stand under the hot water.
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