Welcome to Chapter 29 of my Determined Dominatrix series! We’re still in the middle of a hot scene with our resident Dominatrix and James. We didn’t make it to much aftercare last week, but maybe this week! If you haven’t been reading since Chapter 1, there’s a Recap post after Chapter 20! Check it out!
~Jayden
Chapter 29:
I can’t stop staring at his cock, and I keep my eyes glued to it as I bury my teeth against the soft flesh of his thigh. I bite lightly at first and then harder, sucking on his thigh to leave a nice mark. He moans, and I can feel him tensing beneath me. His hands grip the couch, which I can just see out of the corner of my eye. And his cock twitches with arousal. I want it buried deep inside my throat and then my pussy, and maybe my ass, but not yet. Soon.
When he’s starting to squirm enough that I’m concerned I’ll do real damage with my bite, I let up. I kiss up his other thigh, admiring the teeth marks embedded in his thigh. I repeat the process on the other thigh, in approximately the same location. I try to make them match.
He groans and moans but stays more still this time. When I let him up, his cock looks even harder than it was, though that could just be wishful thinking on my part. I just want him so much.
I gently kiss my way up to his balls, licking them slowly and sensually. His whimpers are not from pain now but arousal. When I lick up his shaft, he shudders. Fuck. I need him now. I can’t wait any longer.
I take his cock into my mouth, pushing it down the back of my throat until I gag. I keep going, over and over again, until my pussy is clenching so hard, and my nipples hurt with a need to be touched.
The condoms are just out of reach, so I stand up and get one, stripping my clothes off in the process. I slide the condom onto his cock impatiently. “Touch me, pet.”
He follows my direction without hesitation, his hands coming to my sides as I climb on top of him, directing his cock into my pussy. He guides my body up and down on his, but once we have a good rhythm going, his hands start roaming, touching my nipples, pinching lightly, scratching down my sides. It feels amazing, and I just want more. I ride him hard, and I’m sure it’s rough on his sore ass, but I don’t care at all.
“Mistress?” he asks.
“Yes, pet?”
“Can we change positions?”
“Why?”
“I want to get you off, Mistress. Please?”
I can’t argue with that. Not right now. My self-control has been shattered. I am devastated when he guides me off of his cock. I let out a whimper, and I can see the corner of his mouth tilt up.
He pulls the cushions off the couch and sets them on the floor, giving us a mat to have sex on without taking the time to put the sofa bed together. Somehow we’re in position without any words. I don’t even know how to describe how we did it without talking, but we do. I am on my hands and knees, and he’s behind me, ready to guide his cock into my pussy, when I pause him.
“Fuck my ass, pet.” It’s only the second time I’ve allowed him to fuck my ass, and he’s ready.
I push back against him as he enters my ass. I shudder, and tingles shoot through my body in the sexiest way possible.
He reaches around me and presses his fingers against my clit. I feel like my whole body is on fire now. His cock in my ass, his fingers on my clit. My senses are overwhelmed. I love it.
“Oh god, yes, yes,” I groan.
He is relentless. He must be holding back his orgasm because he fucks me slowly, putting effort into moving his fingers just the way I like it.
“Oh god, yes. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, Mistress, not until you cum. I promise.”
I can feel his breath on my neck. I want him to cum. I want to cum. I’m overwhelmed with need.
J R Vincente 