Welcome to Chapter 30 of my Determined Dominatrix Series! This is going to be our last chapter for this series unless you tell me that you want a Part 2! Let me know in the comments! Mistress will get to cum today, and we’ll see how they wrap up their last scene before he moves away. But there is more story we could tell. Do you want to hear about how James does when he’s away? How will they maintain a long-distance kinky relationship? Will she follow him to Massachusetts? How often will they visit? Tell me in the comments if you’d like me to write more! If you didn’t start at Chapter 1, there’s a Recap post after Chapter 20! Read on!
~Jayden
Chapter 30:
It’s not the most conducive position to cumming, being on my stomach, with James’ hand wrapped around my body, pressing against my clit, but I am so wound up, it’s not going to matter. And his cock in my ass. Mmmm. It’s fucking hot.
I press back against him with every thrust, squeezing his cock. I’m not sure how he hasn’t cum yet, but I’m sure we will both cum soon. I can feel my orgasm building as he rubs my clit.
“Oh god, pet. I’m going to cum.”
“Yes, Mistress, please cum. Please cum for me, Mistress. I want to feel your body spasm around me when you cum.”
He pumps harder and harder, rubs harder and faster, and my orgasm crashes over me in waves. I can’t stop shaking as the orgasm rocks my whole body. My ass is clenching around James’ cock, and just as I think I can’t take any more, his fingers slip off my clit, and his cock starts to spasm in my ass. I can feel the pulsing, and my orgasm just rolls on and on. “Fuuuuuck,” I groan, panting.
He collapses on top of me, and I find his hand with mine, intertwining our fingers.
He shifts, and I say, “Don’t you dare get up.”
“I won’t, Mistress.”
I have no idea how long we lay there on the cushions on the floor, his body pressing against mine. It feels wonderful to have him there on top of me. I don’t ever want to move. I think at some point, I drift off because the next thing I know, his soft cock is slipping out of my ass, and I am sure it wasn’t intentional on either of our parts.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he whispers against my neck.
“It’s okay, pet,” I whisper back. “Let’s go shower.”
He climbs off of me, disposes of his condom, and helps me to my feet. We walk to the bathroom together and shower, kissing over and over again, touching each other everywhere. I can’t get enough of him. Before I know it, he’s on his knees in front of me in the shower kissing my thighs, parting my legs, and licking my clit. I hold onto the grab bar as another orgasm rocks me, making me weak in the knees.
“Pet, please,” I groan, my fingers in his hair, but he’s robbed me of any more words. I don’t even know what I want. Stop. Don’t stop. I have no idea.
He licks along my slit as warm water pours down his back. And then he looks up at me, his face covered in my juices, and I sink down onto the floor of the shower with him, kissing him and tasting myself.
“I don’t want you to go.”
He swallows hard.
“You need to go. Don’t let me stop you. But I don’t want you to.”
He nods, and I wonder if he can’t speak. Words are hard.
“I will always support you, pet. Tomorrow, you go. Like you planned. And we’ll figure it out.”
He nods again, his arms wrap around me. He holds me tight to him, and I almost don’t hear the words over the sound of the spraying water. “I love you, Mistress, I love you.”
And I don’t know if he hears my words whispered back. I’m so afraid to say them, so afraid to feel them, but nevertheless, I feel the vibrations of my words against his skin as I whisper back, “I love you, too, pet.”
J R Vincente 