Retraining the Dom (12 page)

“Oh Jesus
Christ, that’s good.
Sooooo
good.
” Trey grinned at Olivia’s ragged cries as she became
incoherent and started panting. Her hands tightly gripped the edge of the chair,
which began rocking with their motion.

As his balls
tightened he went faster. “Come on,
Livvy
. Come
on
!” He begged her urgently.

Suddenly there
was a crack as her body began convulsing and the chair collapsed beneath their
weight. His semen spurted wildly as she fell forward with an anguished yell,
and Trey narrowly missed falling on top of Olivia by putting his hands out
either side of her as they went down.

His biceps
trembled at the jolt, and Trey pushed himself quickly up, shocked by what had happened.

“
Ow
.” Olivia turned over gingerly trying to avoid the
splinters of wood beneath them.

Trey reached out
to check her. “Shit,
Livvy
. Are you all right?”

“Just
about.”
She chuckled.

Glad she wasn’t
hurt, he tentatively asked, “Did you come?” In the aftermath, he was unsure if
either of them had reached orgasm.

“I think so.”
She shrugged, and shook her head wryly.

He laughed.
“Whether we did or not it was one hell of a climax to that session!”

Chapter Nine

Trey
turned and looked directly at Olivia as she stood to the side of the stage. It
was getting harder these days to hold his gaze and not turn away. He was giving
her a look of “this could be you”.

When
he had asked if he could do some public play to prove he was ready, to see if
he would play up to the audience or concentrate on his sub, she had readily
agreed. His training had to finish soon or she’d never be his equal again. Trey
was getting to know her too well and how easily he could dominate her.

But
she should have been warned by the gentle tone he had requested this. He had
come back at her faster than a bullet to suggest that she be the sub, just in case
he started to go too far. He’d used this ploy before, and she instantly
rejected this suggestion, only to receive a knowing smirk from Trey. He
expected her to back off.

The
problem was she so wanted to be the sub, as she stood there watching him
administer a paddling to the girl on the spanking bench.

Karly
moaned, and her reddening
bum lifted. Olivia shifted on her feet, her own body echoing the play on the
stage.

“Stay
still. Or I’ll stop now.” Trey warned the sub. For a moment Olivia thought he
was talking to her. But he was looking instead at the sub, his muscles rippling
as he lifted the paddle again in time to the beat.

She’d
seen him do a demo before to music and wished he’d put some on when he had controlled
their scene last time. But it didn’t matter because she had been in ecstasy—at
least until the chair splintered. How much of her bliss had been down to his
expert handling and how much to her innermost need to be dominated, she wasn’t
sure.

Olivia
remembered back to when her very first Dom gave her a paddling. His name was
Gary, and he was her first and only Dom. Her smile dropped. She and her husband
had been trying out
BDSM
and Rodney hadn’t been happy
that she’d had so much fun.

Her sigh
attracted Trey’s attention, and he glanced in her direction.

“Continue. I
want to see more.” Her loud voice carried easily.

Olivia returned
to her memories as he moved into action. But they were not good ones. Rodney
wanted her to be the Dominant one, and
he
the
submissive. She had tried, but it hadn’t been easy for her. Back then she took
no enjoyment from ordering him around, but worse for her was the use of
implements for masochistic play. She felt sick with every strike. This was the
reason she preferred the use of tools for sensation play.

Trey
was still watching her closely, so she schooled her features. She knew he wanted
to get under her skin just as much as she wanted to do the same to him, but
neither was giving in.

Taking
hold of his black tee-shirt, he pulled it over his head, and flung it away from
him.
Damn him!
His sweat-lined body
made her knees tremble, and she leaned against the wall at the stage edge.

He looked
at her knowingly. Was he aware of her emotional state? How her feelings for him
were becoming much deeper than sub to a Dom.

Lifting
her chin she raised a sardonic eyebrow and sauntered over to the girl, turning
her back on Trey as she did, but still aware of his eyes on her.

Ignoring
him, Olivia reached out a hand to inspect the girl pretending to check how hard
Trey
had struck her. It was obvious he had been
holding back from how he wielded the paddle, but her examination confirmed it.
However, she still asked the sub, "So,
Karly
,
tell me how do you feel?"

"Wonderful."
Her voice had a soporific quality.

Damn.
That was a stupid question
to ask. Olivia had forgotten for a moment that
Karly
was a pain slut and thoroughly enjoyed impact play. It was one of the reasons
Olivia had asked for this sub for Trey's first public outing. Not that she
didn’t trust him it was just that she was being cautious.
 
She could feel him smirking behind her.

"I'm
glad to see my lessons have worked." She deliberately raised her voice,
not only for the audience watching them, but for Trey. His huff behind her told
her he wasn’t fooled by her pretense at being in charge. And a sham it surely
was. For one thing this retraining of Trey had shown her was that he was the
Dominant here. He merely let her have her way.

She
turned quickly on her heel toward him. “The paddle is a reasonably gentle tool,
difficult to mark a sub. I know you are an expert, so show me how you use a
dragon tail.”

A
dragon tail looked vicious. It was a single tailed whip, and its end looked just
like the tail of a dragon. In other words it flared out into a triangular end,
the tip of which was pointed and could
deliver a wide range
of sensations.

Trey scoffed.
“That piddling toy.
A beginner could be trained to use that
in minutes.”

Olivia snickered.
“But Trey, you
are
being trained.” He
glared at her. Score one for her. “Show me what you can do with it. Prove to me
you are the expert that you say you are.”

She was goading him,
and she knew he was aware of it, but he dropped the paddle and went to the
glass fronted display cabinet to retrieve the item he had been challenged to
use. However, she nearly jumped when he instantly snapped it. She looked at the
whip. It was a thin one, made of leather. The handle was about ten inches long and
the tail three feet. They typically cracked just like a normal whip. But she
also knew the Dragon Tail could be used with very little sound.
Silent but deadly.

“Oh, Trey.
Showing off again? I thought you had
learned better.” A dramatic sigh followed this, and she nearly laughed at his
tight face. “Now show me how you can use it quietly.”

“You want quiet, eh?”

The soft tone of
voice wasn’t what she had in mind, although it certainly sent shivers up her
spine.

She raised her
eyebrows, taunting him, pretending he didn’t affect her.

Trey strolled toward
Karly
and stood for a minute testing the weight of the whip.
Olivia had tried it once. She knew how light it felt. But that was deceptive as
it felt like a toy and not a whip that could horribly sting. Of course, that’s
exactly what some subs wanted—those who got off on pain.

Olivia started.
Without her hearing a sound Trey had flicked the whip and lashed at
Karly
, who yelped. Immediately going to the sub to check
her body, Olivia saw she wasn’t injured and that she had probably cried in
surprise as much as anything.

“I used the broad
head of the tail as opposed to the side or the tip.” His voice gave the
impression that he was conducting a class instead of proving himself reliable.

“Interesting.”
She really was fascinated, even though
impact play wasn’t her thing.
 
She
sauntered over to Trey and entwined her hand in the dangling tail. A frisson of
naughtiness came over her, and she walked behind him so that the whip was
wrapped around him. She snuggled against his back.

“What are you doing,
Olivia?” He sounded puzzled.

“Show me how you do
it.”

Trey went to step forward
to demonstrate, and she gathered his belt in her wrist pulling him back. “Uh-uh.
I want to feel the action of your body as you use it.”

He was silent for a
moment, and then twisted his head around to look at her over his shoulder. “If
you wanted to have a lesson you only needed to ask. But I can show you better if
you were to come in front of me.”

Olivia whispered,
“Not a chance.”

The corners of Trey’s
mouth turned up, and he mouthed back at her.
“Coward.”

She huffed and
released the whip. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He shook his head at
her innuendo. “Keep your head back so I don’t flick you.” She moved aside quickly.

“If you hold the
handle in one hand and the tip in the other and then snap it, it can deliver a very
intense sensation. Like so.” He then proceeded to show her, eliciting another
yowl from
Karly
, her face a mixture of pain and
delight.

Olivia turned away
from looking at the girl’s face, relishing the feel of Trey’s shoulder muscles
against her upper chest as he moved and kissed the line of his shoulders from
one side to the other nibbling his neck as she went.

“Are you trying to
distract me?” She could tell he was disconcerted.

“I’m trying to get
you to show me how an expert can be in control.” Well, actually she was amusing
herself trying to divert his attention. Part of her was jealous that it was
Karly
, and not her, lying there, knowing, as a
Domme
, that there was no way it could be her and keep the
respect of the Club’s members. Part of it was to show their fellow
Doms
she was in charge of this scene.

“Give me your hand.”

“What?”

Trey repeated his
request taking her hand, presently wrapped around his chest and put the whip in
it. “You are right handed, I believe.”

“Yep.”
What is he
playing at?

Raising her hand
holding the whip upwards so that all could see, he then shook it. “Relax your
hand. Don’t grip so tightly. The force doesn’t come from how hard you hold it,
but how lightly you wield it.”

That’s very interesting.
“That’s a very good lesson. I hope all
you
new
Doms
out there are
listening carefully. This is good advice.”

Actually she meant
far more than that. It was a subtle comment to Trey himself. The startled look in
his eyes as he swiveled his head back to look at her told her he understood
what she was saying. He needed to stop being so brutal. A lighter touch could
be as potent, if used correctly. His light nod told her he had, indeed, learned
his lesson.
  

“Keep going.” His
voice was husky.

Relaxing her hands
she moved the whip back and forth getting a feel for it. It really was light.

Trey kept his hand on
her wrist as she swung. “Okay, now move it like this.” His fingers gripping hers
flicked the whip in a swift motion making it snap in the air, the dragon head
bobbing up and back like a striking snake.

“Hmm. Effective and beautiful.”

He moved forward, and
she felt bereft. He waved toward
Karly
. “Try it out.”

Olivia considered
this and then nodded. Standing at the side of the spanking bench she relaxed
her clutch on the handle, swung it a few times and then struck at the girl.
Karly
hissed, and Olivia winced. She had hit her with the
side of the dragon head.

“Nice, if you
intended to hit with the thin edge.”

Chuckling, she
replied, “It is so lightweight, it takes some getting used to. Maybe it’s not
so ‘piddling’ after all.”

Trey sidled up behind
her, pressing himself into her backside, wrapping his arm around her body,
holding her firmly. It was payback time. His hand was close to her
mons
while his other hand closed around hers as she held
the handle of the whip. “Don’t grip it so far down. Bring your hand further
back toward the top. You will get more control that way.”

Olivia was so aware
of his hardening cock against her she could hardly take in his words and
struggled not to tremble in his arms.