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M A R C O

Past

"Strip." I didn't even take my eyes off her beautiful, curvy and petite stature.

In the world of vanilla sex, where the man orders the woman with such a crass word, it would have been sounded slightly offensive. But in my world of sex, a submissive would be nothing less than grateful when the dominant asked for something like this.

"Yes, Sir."

Jessica, the beautiful strawberry-blond haired woman, kneeling between my legs smiled with grace and slowly rose to her feet. A natural sub that she was, she gradually turned around as her fingers reached behind her back and pulled down the zip of her little black dress.

Nothing turned-on a dominant like me than the willing, beautiful gift of submission from a woman like this.

Taking the last sip of the drink, I plopped down the glass on the table beside the leather-clad couch. By now, the fabric slipped down from her body and pooled around her legs. Jessica stepped out of it and unclasped her bra deftly, letting it fall along with the recently discarded dress.

Before she could take off that lacy red thong, I instructed, "Turn around and do it."

She swiveled slowly, with a flash of trepidation dancing across her features. Nakedness always drew out the smallest of the small vulnerability in the mind of a submissive—no matter how many times she had scened with any dominant. That and the string of unknown demands that were to follow. And these made them happily pliant and so beautifully obedient.

Without another moment's delay, the thong slid down and joined the rest of her clothes.

"Leave the heels on," I said, standing up and stepping towards her.

Her posture straightened immediately—shoulders squared, hands tucked behind her back, legs apart and chin jutted out.

Reaching her, I pushed back her voluminous curly mane and gently caressed the side of her cheeks and jaw-line. No makeup. I always liked that in a woman. Nothing looked prettier than the natural flaws and raw feel of the skin.

I glanced down and knelt down on one leg before her to position my mouth directly near her sex. For the long, agonizing moment my hands roamed around her inner thighs as I felt her gently swaying with wanton need.

I tap the skin with a finger. "Spread the legs wider, Jess. You and I, we both know how wide it should be and arms behind your head."

Jessica immediately complied. It wasn't the first time that I was scening with her. I didn't have any particular sub under my wing, but there were particularly few I enjoyed playing with and she was one of them.

Channeling my forefinger between her outer folds, I felt the delightful warm moisture between her folds. The ragged, sharp intake of her breaths was unmistakable to my ears by now.

Her pleading gaze met with mine as I kept rubbing between her folds. "Do not come under any circumstances, Jess," I said. The night was still young.

She bit a muffled groan and closed her eyes. "Yes, Sir. I will... try."

"You know I can only reward you if you are a good girl for me, Jess."

She nodded frantically, fighting back the surging orgasm within her. It was always a heady experience for a Dom to watch the Sub struggling to fight back the pleasure at the command of her master.

I slowly withdrew the finger and rose up to my height. Placing the finger near lips, I invited, "Taste yourself, girl."

Moaning like a kitten, she obeyed.

I withdrew the finger and brushed the pad of my thumb over her lip balm-smeared lips. "Tell me your safe words?"

"Red. To slow down, yellow, Sir," she breathed out.

I never favored safe words other than the usual traffic light system. For one, sometimes I get so engrossed in the scene that different safe words might slip out of my mind and I wouldn't ever want to harm the woman who trusted me enough with her naked body. Unless a Sub really insisted on a particular one, Red has always been my go-to.

"Good." I nodded. "Lie down on the bed. Knees up, legs spread—as wide as you can go—and arms stretched above. Tonight, I am binding them."

"Yes, Sir."

While she complied with the orders, I strode across the room and opened the chest drawer. Taking out all the necessary implements I needed for tonight, I took my sweet time sliding the drawer back in its place and sauntering closer to the bed.

"Ah! That's quite a sight," I murmured, and a satisfying smile broke out of her pretty lips.

I took her outstretched hands in mine, feeling the racing pulse as I cuffed her to the headboard ring of the customized bed. This room wasn't exactly a playroom, but over the years I preferred the scenes here rather than at any club or my own bedroom.

Stripping off, I placed the easiest clamps on her pebbled nipples before giving them a good licking. Jess was one of those women who could only tolerate a little torment on her delicate nipples rather than the ferocious clamps, although her endurance for spanking was beyond colossal.

I settled down between her legs and held up the vibrator slightly, enough within her visual range. "If I am going to tease you with this, how long before you'd come, Jess?"

"I think two minutes?" She formed it as a question and quickly added, "Sir."

I gave her a long, hard look. "I don't play coy, girl. Answer me straight."

"Two minutes, Sir," she amended. "I don't think I can hold much longer than that."

"Why do you think so?"

She shrugged lightly. "I often masturbate with a vibrator and I come easily with it."

I nodded. "Five minutes," I rumbled low. "For tonight you will hold it for five minutes. And let me remind you, Jess, as much as you love a spanking—a punishing one from my rubber paddle won't be a pleasurable one. So I suggest you would do your best to restrain yourself."

She gulped loudly as the buzz came to life and within seconds contacted with her clit. Toes curled and hips alleviated on its own, eliciting loud moans out of her dry throat, it was indeed a heady sight.

"Scream as loud as you want, but no coming, Jess," I reminded. I splayed her lips with one hand and the other rubbed the buzzing toy around her opening.

She was fighting hard, I could say. Sweat slicked her skin as the heat whirling between her legs coursed throughout the length of her body.

"No, no...Please...no more..." She bit onto her lips and I was a little troubled that she might draw blood anytime soon.

I chuckled low. "'No' is not the safe word and it's just three minutes and counting," I said, looking at the watch.

"OH HELL!" she screamed and arched her back as the orgasm came undone. I flicked the vibrator off and shook my head. Innocent, submissive eyes stared back at me with both dread and remorse.

"Sorry, Sir," she purred.

"If I didn't know any better, girl, you did that on purpose."

"No, no, I tried—"

"Save it," I snapped with narrowed eyes. "No talking from now on. If you can't keep the lips zipped, I have the perfect gag for those pretty lips. Nod or shake your head for your answer."

She shook her head, letting the strawberry blonde tresses sticking to the side of her cheeks and lips.

"Good girl."

I uncuffed her arms from the headboard, making her sit on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling. My fingers gently kneaded her shoulders for a brief moment to make sure her blood circulation was even. Years of experience as a Dominant taught me enough to know every minute detail of what goes inside the mind and the body of a Submissive.

When her breathing settled a bit from the first rippling pleasure of the night, I slightly tugged at her hair forcing her gaze on mine. "You have a hair tie in your bag?"

She nodded in acquiescence.

"Good. Pull your hair into a ponytail and not one strand should be let loose. After you're done, bend over the arm of the couch."

She took a moment and regarded but obeyed as graciously as she could. The moment she was bent over as she was told, I picked up the paddle among the implements and covered the between us.

As I slapped the paddle on my palm, Jess jittered a little at the sound and looked over her shoulders with beseeching eyes. But a resonating smart smack with my palm connected with her ass stilled her body instantly.

"Eyes front!" I barked out. "No turning around, girl."

I took her arms and pulled it behind her back, making her lock the wrist with the other arm.

"Under no circumstances, the hands will move. And no wriggling this pretty ass while I am paddling you," I patted her, "and the only word I want to hear out of your mouth would be 'red' if you must use."

This time she didn't try to look over her shoulder and just bobbed her head. Other than a few slip-ups, she was doing pretty well to please my dominant instincts. So, I placed the paddle beside the table.

My hands roughly squeezed, kneaded and caressed her ass cheeks. "I am feeling a little generous today. I will give you a warm up with the hand and then move to the paddle. This way you won't bruise much."

It was almost an irresistible thought to spank a pliant, obedient Sub when you own dick was throbbing with need.

SLAP!

The first unprepared smack against her skin took her by surprise, drawing out an instantaneous yelp. The series of strikes that followed the first were good enough to turn to her blank globe into a pinkish hue. Spanking with an open palm was just foreplay that Jessica loved too much. The mewling sounds she made were nothing but of pleasure.

I stopped spanking her for a minute and two of my digits delved into her warm, wet passage. The moment her swollen nub came in contact with my skin, Jessica wriggled her hips. Tiny quakes of need were making her tremble as my fingers dug into the skin of her shoulders.

"Easy, easy, Jess. I don't exactly show mercy on a sub unless I dish out the punishment first. Although, if I'd let you come at all tonight," I murmured the last line more to myself.

The whimper and the tiny whine told me more than what I needed to her.

Slapping her pink skin one last time, I announced, "Time for the paddle."

The first blow on her sit spot with it expectedly made her scream and she clenched her cheeks in retaliation.

I tapped the paddle on her hips gently. "Safe word?"

Jess shook her head confidently.

"Then unclench the cheeks. Now. And exhale," I coached.

Letting out a loud sigh, she adjusted the legs a little wider—an invitation for the Dom to continue.

The following smacks landed alternatively on her cheeks, the skin where her ass met her thighs and rarely on the lower portion while she struggled anew with every blow. And when her flesh was enough rosy red for my liking, I stopped and knelt between her legs. Laving up her warm, damp sex with my tongue—front to back—that not only extinguished the fire but shook her core vigorously.

It was only when her pussy started contracting that I pulled out briskly. The loud exhale tore out from her told me that she was both grateful and frustrated for not letting her come without permission.

I tapped her shoulder. "You may get up, Jess."

She gradually arose, elegantly—as much as one could do with a blistered ass—and stood before me with the eyes lowered. Nothing thrilled me more than the grace of a submissive willing to please her dominant. It never impressed me if the posture or movements were not refined, which was why I preferred experienced subs rather than new ones.

Placing a finger under her chin, I lifted her face. A smile broke out her lips and she whispered breathily, "Thank you, Sir."

I smirked and reached out to take off the nipple clamps. "How are your legs, Jess? Are you in pain?" She had been wearing the high heels all through the night.

An intoxicated smile lightened up her features. "Good, Sir."

I looked over her shoulders briefly and then met her eyes, grazing my fingers gently along the sides of her face. "If I were to fuck you against the wall, right now, would you be comfortable?"

"Whatever pleases you, Sir."

"Good. I am not in the mood to use the bed tonight. Brace yourself against the wall," I ordered, pointing over her shoulders. "I want palms flat, legs spread and ass out. Go." The gruff voice sounded unfamiliar even to my own ears.

Grabbing the bottle of lube from the nearby table, I smeared over my already hard manhood and also over her tight rosebud. Jess knew what was coming and she was well aware of my fondness for her ass over her pussy.

"Punishment's over, Jess," I rasped, stroking my length. "You may come as much as you want and scream as loud as you can."

I held her hips without another word and eased into her until the aching moan turned into a pleasurable wail. In no time, I was coming apart in seams as her tight passage gripped my cock. The first orgasm made her cry out in ecstasy as I kept thrusting. The subsequent ones that followed almost wore her out. Had I not gripped her hips, I bet her legs would have given away by now.

"I am coming," I announced in chafed voice and pumped harder than ever. Within seconds, I came undone as the sound of feral grunts and groans filled the silence of the night.

My fingers loosened against her hips and as expected, her knees buckled, and she knelt down on the floor. Slowly, I picked her up and placed on her the bed. As the sheen of sweat begun to cool on her skin, I dragged a cover over her body. Jess was almost passed out.

Before I could reach out to take off her heels, there was a loud buzz on the front door. I glanced up and saw the clock: 2 AM. Quickly putting on my jeans, I pulled up the live camera feed outside the door to see who saw it fit to bother me at two fucking AM in the morning.

And when I saw the face, a series of curses left my lips as I marched towards the door. By now, he had already buzzed the door at least thrice, thus flaring my temper.

I yanked open the door and there he was—perfectly suited in a dark blue Armani suit even at 2 AM. God! This man needed a woman in his life to keep him busy at this hour so he would let me have my peace.

"Seriously, Viktor?"

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