Dominique (18 page)

     
“
Yes
.
 
Dean, please stop ...”

     
“You’re wondering what you’ve done wrong.
 
How close am I?”
 
I tried very hard not to cry as his hands gripped my wrists even tighter than before.
 
“You should be
pleased
Andrew finds pleasure in
Gigi
.”

     
I didn’t say anything.
 
I didn’t know
what
to say.
 
He asked me if I thought Andrew had been upset when Paul fucked me while he was away.
 
He was right, and I meekly answered, “No, Sir.”

     
Dean said he thought Andrew was being
much
too gentle with me.
 
He spoke to me like I didn’t know anything.
 
“Your place is to serve Andrew and to find pleasure yourself in doing
as he bids you
.
 
Where possible, you are to bring pleasure to him in every act and action.
 
That may be by pleasing him directly, or indirectly, by pleasing someone of his choosing, or by reacting appropriately to your Master’s pleasure,
wherever he may find it
.
 
Seeing him receive pleasure should please you, as it is
his
pleasure that is your focus.
 
Not yours.”
 
God, I couldn’t stop with the damned tears.
 
I
knew
all this stuff.
 
I
knew
how I was
supposed
to act.
 
Dean’s eyes narrowed.
 
“Why are you crying Dominique?
 
You’re not even listening!”

     
It’s amazing how the words of a stranger can stop you in your tracks.
 
His eyes were wild as he took me by the neck and tossed me on the bed.
 
He rolled me onto my front and roughly grabbed my wrists, binding them together with rope.
 
I groaned as they were suddenly hauled upwards and tied to a chain hanging over the bed.

     
Stretching, I watched over my shoulder as he took one of my feet and tied my ankle to a bedpost.
 
I felt strange.
 
Almost elated.
 
I was sick to my stomach with fear, and angry at myself for not sticking to my promise.
 
But at least I was getting attention.
 
I wanted to say I was frustrated beyond my endurance, but it would have been a lie.
 
I just wanted attention.
 
That was all.
 
I don’t
like
being ignored.
 
It’s just not
nice
.
 
Dean pulled my other foot to the opposite bedpost, tying it and spreading my legs wide apart.

     
“Please, Sir ... Dean, I’m sorry ... Please ...”

     
“Dominique.
 
You may
not
speak.”

     
Oh, God.
 
I nodded and closed my eyes, composing myself and wondering what was going to happen.
 
I heard Dean withdrawing his thick black leather belt from his jeans.
 
Stretching to see over my shoulder again, he sneered at me as he wound the buckle into his hand.
 
I started to tremble when I saw the look in his eyes.
 
He wasn’t angry.
 
He was
disgusted
.

     
Ashamed of myself, I gritted my teeth and clamped my eyes shut, waiting and telling myself I deserved it.
 
Then there was nothing.
 
I turned my head to look at him and he was looking across the room.
 
I twisted around and in the corner of my eye I saw Andrew standing in the doorway!
 
Maybe he would rescue me!

     
“Well?” Dean asked, looking at him.

     
My heart sunk as Andrew replied, “Start now.
 
I’ll tell you when to stop.”
 
I gasped as twice Dean whipped the belt through the air beside the bed.
 
It whistled and I couldn’t believe he planned to hit me that hard.
 
I started to get worried.
 
“Wait,” said Andrew.
 
He sat down on the bed next to me, dragging my head onto his lap and stroking my hair.
 
“Ok, now.”

     
For at least ten minutes Dean lashed across my ass, up my back, and down my thighs and back again.
 
By the time he stopped, I was sobbing in pain and exhaustion.
 
I’d never felt anything like it, but at least I felt safe.
 
My shoulders and back ached, my ass was on fire, and my spread thighs were quivering.
 
Dean’s fingers touched the curve of my ass and I moaned hotly as they slipped easily into my pussy.
 
I clamped my eyes tighter, rolling in an orange haze, my hips bucking at his fingers, driven by instinct.
 
Even as he wiped them across my burning thigh I heard myself whispering, begging,
pleading
with him to
please
touch me again.

     
“Go ahead,” said Andrew, and without warning Dean pushed three fingers deeply into me, fucking me hard and fast.
 
I came with such a rush I passed out.

We left Dominique to recover and decided to grab a beer.
 
The sun was going down, bathing the surrounding hills in a fiery glow.
 
The eerie silence was broken when
Gigi
joined us and politely asked if I wanted her on my lap, “You know, if you are missing her, Sir.”
 
I waved her away and she settled on Dean’s lap, stealing sips of his beer and kissing him.

     
“This is going well, don’t you think?” Dean asked me.

     
“Yeah, I guess so,” I replied.

     
“C’mon, she’ll figure it out.
 
She’s been pretty good,” he said encouragingly.

     
“Thanks, buddy.”

     
“Don’t mention it.
 
Hey, look who’s here.”

     
I followed Dean’s index finger to the four-wheel drive bouncing down the hillside on the other side of the valley.
 
“Nice RV.”

     
“It’s Miles.”

     
“Miles?
 
As in Miles and Simone?” I asked.
 
Dean nodded.
 
“Man, I haven’t seen them in years.
 
Oh, this is perfect.”

     
“I thought so too.”

I awoke with a groan as my arms were lowered in the pitch-blackness.
 
Big warm hands untied me, leaving me on my front and placing my arms out straight, legs together.
 
My shoulders ached and I wanted to get up and walk around.
 
A deep voice in the darkness said, “Don’t move.”
 
In moments the tails of a flogger were being gently dragged up and down my hot, welted back.

     
The voice was not one I recognized, but I didn’t have much of a chance to ponder that.
 
The flogger started whipping through the air behind me, back and forth, back and forth.
 
It wasn’t quite touching me, but it was getting closer and closer, whipping the air next to my skin.
 
It started to snick me on each pass.
 
The pace was rhythmic and leisurely, and most certainly expert.
 
I slipped into the cracks of my consciousness, where all that existed was the sound.

     
Whap ... Whap ... Whap ... Whap ...

     
He worked with great accuracy for the longest time.
 
It was just right.
 
Maybe I was numb, but all it did was relax me and make my pussy throb.
 
It was amazing.
 
Finally it stopped and I felt him sit down on the side of the bed.
 
His warm hands caressed all over my back and he whispered that I had beautiful skin.
 
He said he hoped I enjoyed my flogging and I breathed that I did.
 
“It’s time to join the others.
 
Roll towards me and I’ll carry you.”
 
He picked me up in those large warm hands and carried me into the dining room and laid me on the table.

     
It was so bright after the darkness of the bedroom that I held my hands up to cover my eyes until they adjusted.
 
Once they did, I stared at the grinning man who had flogged me.
 
He was at least six foot six inches tall and his dark ebony skin glinted in the harsh lighting.
 
Andrew and Dean tied ropes around my wrists and ankles and I blushed as I was spread out.
 
I was face up and I didn’t know
what
was happening.
 
They all seemed to be waiting for something.
 
Andrew said, “I see you have met Miles.”
 
Miles chuckled.

     
I nodded and bit my lip.
 
At that moment
Gigi
entered carrying a large bowl towards the table.
 
She was smiling at me and walked right up to me.
 
Andrew nodded and suddenly she poured a huge swathe of hot liquid across my chest.
 
Gravy!
 
At first I screamed, thinking I was being burned, but it wasn’t
that
hot.
 
Gasping, I felt it running over my breasts and down my stomach.
 
I writhed and moaned at the same time.
 
It was steaming hot and I strained to watch as Dean and Andrew’s mouths descended to my flesh, licking like crazy.
 
I moaned louder as
Gigi
poured gravy over my swollen cunt and Miles immediately started licking it all up.
 
I was fast becoming oblivious to the pain and heat of my ass and back as I squirmed on the table.

     
Gigi
produced a big spoon and started dishing stew onto me.
 
Carrots, peas, mashed potatoes, then more gravy.
 
I was just a big moving, moaning plate.
 
They ate from me using only their mouths, licking and sucking to get what they wanted.
 
It was erotic and stimulating and but not enough to cum.
 
That wasn’t their intention.

     
When they were through, Dean picked up the bowl and poured more meat and gravy onto me.
 
Andrew told
Gigi
to “Go ahead.”
 
Gigi
giggled and began licking and sucking her dinner from my skin.
 
She started at my breasts and licked every inch of them, then sucked my nipples till they ached.
 
I was in such need of being fucked or
something
.
 
Gigi
kept brushing her fingers over my clit as she worked her way down my body, cleaning and licking me.
 
She seemed to know how bad a state I was in, and slipped to her knees with her face between my legs, scratching her nails up and down my thighs.

     
“Oh, God,” I whispered.

     
“Beg her, Dominique,” said Andrew.

     
I was so hot I didn’t even hesitate.
 
“Tongue my cunt, suck my clit!
 
Oh God, please.
 
Please, do it!”

     
“Do it!” Andrew ordered.

     
My back arched and I shuddered in orgasm as soon as
Gigi
started rapidly flicking my clit with her tongue!
 
It was only a little one and she didn’t stop.
 
Soon I was going up again, heading for another one.
 
She started tonguing me deep and the men were pouring more hot gravy over me and licking it off, sucking and biting my nipples.
 
Then
Gigi
sucked my clit.
 
Oh, it felt
so
good.
 
Arching off the table, I just came and came and came.