Dominique (22 page)

     
“Tell me if it’s good, or just right, pet, by your words and your actions.
 
Push your ass back if you want more.
 
Tell me if it’s a bit too hard, and certainly tell me if it’s too much.”
 
He always subtly reminded me of my safe words.
 
It was like a ritual.

     
“
Mmmm
... Yes, Sir,” I replied, trying to relax.

     
“Good girl.”
 
The warm up was finished and he started smoothing the end of the crop over my ass and down my legs.
 
Barely touching me, gliding slowly.
 
The folded tip of leather was cooler than my skin.
 
I could feel my own breath gather pace as it glided up and down my back again.
 
It won’t be long now.
 
Easing into the warm embrace of my space, I moaned when he twisted the crop and drew a line with it down the length of my spine.

     
“How does that feel pet?” he asked, smoothing it over my ass again.

     
“
Mmmm
... Nice, Sir.
 
I-I’m ready.”
 
Pop
.
 
“
Ohhh
...”
 
I squirmed, clenching inside.
 
Automatically I pressed back against the crop as it smoothed over the light pink welt left on my skin.
 
I didn’t even think about it.
 
I didn’t have to wait long for the next one either.

     
Pop
.

     
“I am going to
colour
in your ass, pet.
 
I think red tonight.
 
Do you understand?”

     
Pop
.

     
“
Mmmm
...
Yessss
...”
 
I hissed, pressing back against the tip of the soothing crop.

     
Pop
.

     
“You like this, don’t you?” Andrew asked.

     
“I-I love it, Master.
 
It makes me so hot.
 
More please.
 
Please ...”
 
I pressed back, swaying my ass invitingly.

     
Pop
.

     
“Good girl.”

     
Pop
.

     
“My pussy is already so wet, Sir.
 
I’m so hot inside I can feel it pulsing.”

     
“Use stronger language tonight, Dominique.”

     
“My cunt is so wet, Sir.”
 
Pop!
 
“
Ohhh
...
Mmmmm
...”
 
Pressing back again, I bit my lip when Andrew reached between my legs, lightly stroking the moistened and slightly parted lips of my pussy.
 
I rolled my hips against his fingers making it obvious I wanted more, but he withdrew them.
 
The crop returned and I groaned, unable to stop myself pressing back against it.
 
I was hunching and trying to get him to touch my clit with it.
 
Andrew noticed of course.

     
Pop
.

     
“Keep a little more still pet.”

     
Pop
.

     
“
Ohhh
... S-Sorry, Master,” I breathed.

     
Pop.
 
Pop
.

     
“
Mmmmm
... That’s just right, Sir.”
 
I closed my eyes and swooned.

     
Pop.
 
Pop.

     
Pop!

     
“
Ooohhh
...”

     
Pop!
 
Pop!
 
“Oh,
Goddd
...”
 
I clenched my teeth, groaning, “My cunt is-”
Pop!
 
Pop!
 
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“
Oohhhh
... Your slut’s cunt is very-”
 
Pop!
 
“
Ooohhhh
!!
 
Oh ...
Mmmmm
... Very fucking wet ...”
 
I ended in a whisper.

     
“I’ll have to check again, pet.”

     
He put the crop down next to me on the bed.
 
His warm hands spread my ass cheeks and I felt his breath as he examined my skin closely.
 
My breath caught in my chest when I felt his kiss.
 
He ran his fingers firmly up and down the opening of my pussy, parting the lips and spreading the juices all over me.
 
Pressing two fingers more firmly against me, I arched and trembled as he pushed them into me.
 
There was no way I was going to be able to keep still, and I shuddered and gasped as his fingers slid back out.
 
He firmly forced them back in, all the way.
 
I gripped them tightly and had a small orgasm.
 
“
Oooohhhh
...”

     
“Slut,” he whispered, no doubt feeling the light spasms fluttering through my cunt.

     
“Y-Yes!” I agreed.
 
His fingers started squelching as he thrust them firmly back and forth, faster and faster.
 
Suddenly I felt like I was hurtling toward orgasm, and it was going to be huge.
 
At the last moment he withdrew his fingers, leaving me teetering on the edge.
 
His fingers ran over my asshole, wetting me there too, and I ground back against them.
 
“Please, Master!
 
Please!”

     
“Almost ready, pet.”

     
“
Mmmmmm
,” I moaned.
 
I couldn’t help it.

     
“You enjoy being touched here, don’t you, Dominique?” he asked, circling my now lubricated anus with a fingertip.

     
“S-So much,” I squeaked, shuddering more.

     
He swirled his fingers over it, increasing the pressure at the centre.
 
“You like things in your ass quite a lot, don’t you, my little slut?”

     
“
Mmmmm
...
Yessss
,” I groaned, feeling his two fingers stretch my hole and push inside.
 
They came out just as quickly and instinctively I pushed my ass back.

     
“I think you need your plug, don’t you, Dominique?”

     
“Y-Yes!” I was getting so frantically horny!
 
“Your slut needs her asshole plugged while you fuck her, Master!”

     
Andrew was reaching for the bedside table, mumbling, “Just as I thought ...”

     
From the corner of my eye I saw him open the drawer and retrieve my plug.
 
The whole time his free hand was caressing my ass in big circles.
 
He picked up the crop and told me to hold it between my teeth.
 
For a short moment I braced myself before feeling the plug push steadily into my pussy.

     
“
Mmmmm
...
Ooohhhhh
,
Shhiirrr
!” I cried in surprise, biting down on the handle.
 
Trembling with need, I pressed back against the plug as it slid into me, deliciously stretching my cunt.
 
“
Oohhhhh
...”
 
I moaned, arching and tossing my hair down my back.
 
Trying to keep hold of the crop, my eyes rolled back in my head and my thighs quivered.

     
Andrew grabbed a fistful of my hair and took up the slack, arching my back further.
 
He slid the plug almost out then slowly back in again, over and over.
 
Each forward movement of my head was stopped with a pull of my hair.
 
I licked my lips.
 
My body was trembling.
 
I was going to cum!
 
I had to tell him!

     
“
Ooohhh
please, Master!
 
Please let me cum!”

     
Andrew froze with the plug buried in my cunt.
 
“Not yet, my precious little
fucktoy
.”

     
“
Th-Thish
girl
ish
...
ish
... ‘
ery
‘lose,
Shhirrrr
!” I hissed through my teeth, curling my toes trying to stop its advance.

     
“We can’t have that ...”

     
Very slowly he twisted the plug out of me and I groaned in frustration, dropping my head as he let go of my hair.
 
“
Oooohhhh
...”

     
His hands were on my ass spreading my cheeks again.
 
I could feel the juices running down the inside of my thighs.
 
It cooled as it dried on my skin.
 
A counterpoint to the hot redness of my ass, the juicy heat of my pussy and the tangled throbbing nerve endings of my nipples and clit.
 
He took the plug and wiped it up and down my dripping cunt, twisting and coating it as I writhed.
 
He held me still with a steadying hand on my ass.
 
I gritted my teeth.
 
I knew what was coming next.

     
“Here is something for my dirty ass-fucking slut.”

     
“
Ooohhhhh
...” I moaned, gasping and dropping the crop as he
centred
the plug against my asshole.
 
I bore down like he taught me and I felt my ass opening, stretching and accepting as he pushed.
 
An intense rush of adrenaline and pain ran through me as I opened up and I felt faint.
 
My asshole stretched and stretched around the plug then thankfully closed around the base of it.

     
Andrew patted my ass.
 
“Good girl.”

     
“Oh, God ...”

     
Pop!
 
Pop!

     
He had the crop again.

     
Pop!
 
Pop!
 
Pop!

     
“
Oooohhhh
, fuck ...
Mmmmmm
...”
 
My skin was starting to smart back there.
 
Heat radiated from each firm strike of the crop.
 
He was on the second ‘coat’, using the same pattern as the first.
 
I
recognised
it and began to anticipate each kiss.
 
Alternate cheeks.
 
He was working in larger and larger circles from the centre of each cheek, getting closer and closer to my pussy and asshole as each circle widened.
 
Then there was a change.

     
Pop!
 
Pop!
 
Pop!

     
He started down the back of one thigh.
 
Up and down, up and down.

     
Pop!
 
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Then up and down the back of the other.

     
Pop!
 
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Pop!
 
Pop!

     
Then round and round and round my ass again, seemingly harder and harder.