Fantasy Encounter with a Dom (2 page)

Keira’s finger hovered over the little
birdie icon before she pressed it, and she did. She followed her, this THE little one@C_A_Ward13 from the UK who immediately followed her back. It wasn’t as scary as she thought. As she pulled up @C_A_Ward13’s media gallery; the pictures drew Keira in.

Keira’s mouth dropped open at the
photographs. These were nothing like some of the other pages she’d clicked on, raw and nasty—no these were like art. Gorgeous, phenomenally photographed and shockingly they aroused the very core of her sex. Well most of them, a couple were intriguing and others were not sexual at all. This woman was an artist too. Then she pulled up @MasterJarred32.
Good goddamn, what is it about a man in a suit? Yum.

*****

Intrigued night after night, she’d follow this relationship. Simple tension in words, but there was something else; she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Keira clicked on the followers or followed to see other relationships, to understand the Dom/sub world more. The images of bondage and beautiful surrender posed flawlessly. She wished so badly with pain in her constricted chest, that her body would allow her to do just that.

She gasped in giddy delight as she flipped through the pictures
and found one, “That collar, I want that.” She spoke out loud to herself, as a beautiful sparkling collar for someone’s princess slave, it glittered magnificently before her. 
All I have is a choker, and it has a little ring for him to hook a lead on. Why can’t I just tell Tim? We’ve played with it on…
She sighed and pressed her palms to her temple; pushed her baby-fine hair behind her shoulders.

She found h
er way through more pages and perused into another Master’s profile and clicked on a site, unsure what to expect, she found the link lead her to pussy flogging and whipping. She gasped and covered her mouth. Sharp sounds smacked her eardrums.
Sure, Tim has hit her clit or pussy with his hand, but this was—shit eight minutes? Gulp.
She watched the whole thing, unable to turn it off; unable to look away. She wanted to hear if she really wanted this…and honestly wondering why she was becoming increasingly turned on by it.
No way could I handle that. Ouch!

As Keira satiated her visual senses she found
herself needing to fulfill that hunger in between her thighs; at one in the morning this time. Her pussy dripped inside her panties, and her mind was still a blur with what she had just seen. She turned off her laptop and she went downstairs with a firm hold on the railing. Her legs quaked, with the visions and thoughts firmly rooted in her head.

She stripped
her pjs off, pulled the covers back and slid in beside Tim’s naked body. Her hand slid down his back and down the curve of his pelvis. She raked her nails across the line of his lower abdomen, which made him groan. Softly her hands grazed along his right thigh and then cupped under his testicles. They slowly began to shrink in arousal inside her grasp, as she moved her nails lightly across the sensitive skin. His hand began to come alive and moved along the curve of her spine, as he traced it. Keira used her other hand to squeeze his dick to wake him and brought him to her mouth. Tim was more then happy to be awakened by Keira’s soft lips on his cock. Slowly he became hard under her touch, her tongue, and hot breath. As his erection grew, her wetness seeped further down her soft folds and onto the back of her calves, but it didn’t set the flames out, rather it encouraged them further.

“Mmm.”
Tim’s throaty growl called out like a bear awoken from hibernation, as his fingers intertwined around the nape of her neck and twisted into her fine hair, as he gripped it tightly.

The salty taste of his precum
tantalized the tip of her tongue; she pressed her mouth along the veins and forced his dick completely in, until her nose was against his scrotum. His musky scent invaded her nostrils, the soft skin pressed against her; stopped her breath.

H
is hand held her head there, as he enjoyed the sensation of the cavernous depths of her throat. “Yes, Keira.” Breathless words escaped his lips, still half asleep.

S
ucking on him always puts me in the mood. Fuck, I need to come.

His
other hand caressed her naked body and settled on her breast; pinched her nipple and sent an instant zing of sensation straight through her veins, to the blood that throbbed at her sex. He continued to pinch and roll her nipple. Teased her, all she wanted was for him to touch her pussy, but in her crouched position it wasn’t possible. She slid him in and out of her mouth using her hands to tug and pinch his balls and digging her nails on his inner thigh. Her lips felt his muscles contract and he jumped inside her mouth.

“Come here dirty slut
.” His coarse voice called to her, as he playfully tugged at her arm.

“I want you to eat me, I need foreplay.”

“I have to work tomorrow.” Tim looked at his phone on the bedside table. “You’re going to keep me up all night.”

“Ok
ay.” Keira whispered sadly and straddled his pelvis. With ease she slid her wet slit on his cock. The insides of her thighs were slick before she even entered the bedroom. Voyeuristically imposed images had soaked into her cerebrum.

He groaned in sheer pleasure from the tight muscles
that compressed over his cock. His hands dug into her flesh at her hips.

Keira moaned breathlessly,
“I’m so fucking horny.”

“I know baby.”

Part of her physical therapy routine included kegel exercises and she diligently did them multiple times daily. She even performed them during sex, like now. Tim’s back arch and guttural response made her grin.

“Yeah baby, fucking ride me.”

Keira slid as far back as she could, to make the head of his dick scour the top of the inside of her cunt and rub her g-spot. She rocked slowly without much effort, but the intensity of it set her skin aflame in goose bumps, unable to speak from the pleasure it brought. All of the skin surrounding her pussy was stretched to the limits, and she rubbed her clit; bringing her sensation to overload. It was so wet and there was no pain. Her breath reached short quick pulses, as her mind suddenly went hazy as if in a gray fog.

H
is fingers were clamped hard on her nipples. “Come for me.” Tim commanded.

“Oh God.”
She huffed; her breath quickened and her voice cried. “I’m commming!” She leaned into his chest and pushed her face into his shoulder.

He fucked
her from below; his hands gripped her hips, as he forced his throbbing dick further. “Yeah, cum for me you dirty slut.” He demanded and he helped her finish her orgasm, as her body seized. “Oh yeah, that’s what I like, like a cascading waterfall. Roll over.”

She complied and he smacked her ass playfully.  She pressed her butt into the air; spread her legs and presented herself to him. He groaned, as he slid inside her slit. This angle provided added tightness and burn. The smell of sex perfumed the room and for once, she delighted in it, she had missed it.

He slid in and out in equal, rhythmic thrusts; slowly they gained speed. “Oh baby, do that thing. I’m close.” He hissed.

She clenched all her muscles
and pressed hard on the bed.  His weight was twice hers and her body began to ache as she tried to hold him up. His fingers stung her hips, as he twisted the flesh on them, she cried out in unison with him in response to the pain.

His dick flared. “Yes.” He jarred her body with a few more thrusts and his burning hot come spurted inside her sore overworked cunt. They dropped into a pile of sweat and sex, unconcerned about the stickiness between them. “I’m so happy you came.” His breath was ragged and he rolled off, which allowed her lungs to regain air.

“Me too.” Her body
was still flushed from orgasm. Her heavy eyes allowed her to sleep, as a blanket was pulled over her by Tim.

Unable to duplicate that night o
ver the past few weeks Keira had become frustrated. She had however found more inspiration for her books and her ideas flowed. Her writing received better reviews from her critique partners as well. However she was still nervous about the thought of self publishing it.

She
’d even found the nerve to send a direct message to @C_A_Ward13, she figured she should at least say hello, she felt like a lurker.

‘Hi I wanted to say you have an amazing
ly beautiful page, with phenomenal pictures.’

She received a polite
sweet reply. And soon they chatted about things they had written. Keira began to read @C_A_Ward13’s stories on her blog and enjoyed them. Night after night she’d return to them as well as her Kindle, filled with deliciously naughty books. Her mind delighted as her sex moistened. She tried to find release with herself and was never able to achieve it. Sometimes she’d wake Tim; sometimes he’d be angry because it was so late. He would relent and entertain it, but she wouldn’t climax. She was left to feel impotent and rarely succumbed to orgasmic pleasure. She began to feel a deep pain grow inside her.

One night she saw a note to read a new
book @C_A_Ward13 had been working on, although incomplete. She read some of the chapters, late at night after the kids were in bed. That was her usual routine. Her life, her duty, was mom first, wife second and then home. She never entered herself into the equation anymore.

As she began to read she
was immediately drawn to the characters. An unsure girl, though she knew her hurts and pains were different then her own, she could relate.
Tim and I are living separate lives where we sit here at night, he on the chair, me on the couch, on the laptop. We rarely make love anymore, he’s afraid he’ll hurt me.
She looked over at him in the chair and her eyes welled up, but she tilted her head back. She continued to read until her eyes gave up on her and that was ten chapters into the story. It was focused on a girl who unwittingly was drawn to a dominate man and dominated her in the bedroom. It was then that she wondered if maybe that’s what she really wanted.
Would Tim accept that responsibility? Would he be my Dom?

She shook her head to shake the thoughts out.
He’d call me crazy
. She swallowed hard. He came over and she moved off the Twitter site to her word document. “Nite baby.” He kissed the top of her head. His face was always sour.

“Nite. I’ll be in bed soon.”

“Yeah don’t wake me up. I need to sleep.” He grumbled.

“K.” She said lightly, but inside her heart shriveled.

She craved affection more then anything. Before they had kids they would have had sex all night, she would climax three or four times and sometimes even he would have at least two.
We don’t even go out anymore
.
What happened to us? What happened to me?
We’ve turned into the most Vanilla of Vanilla’s.
That’s it!
She was determined to figure out a way to put kink back into their lives.
But how?

Later in the week she decided to surprise him with a movie and outfit. She laid out some toys. A dildo, butt plug, vibrator, small crop and nipple clamps. She giggled in giddiness.
Who knows what he wants. Maybe all, maybe none.
He had to work late she knew, but she figured the kids would be in bed by the time he came home. She dressed up in her black leather 3 inch heel cum-fuck-me boots and his favorite school girl skirt. She lit a candle and waited, seated legs crossed on the bed. After awhile she leaned back. Then by midnight she gave up. She undressed and pulled on her Victoria Secret pjs and put everything back into their rightful place.
Jerk! Couldn’t even fucking call me!
She pulled out her rabbit and decided to do the deed herself. She pulled out the nipple clamps once more and put them on and the bite of the cold made goose bumps flare across her skin in the warm bedroom.  She gasped at the delicious pain of the clamp as it pinched on the sensitive nerves and sent the stinging straight down to her pussy as it turned into something more. It began to warm her core, make her body flush.
I wonder if I put the chain in my mouth…Ah shit!
She slid the rabbit in between the moist apex of her thighs; teased herself. Teased and moaned as the pain and pleasure increased. She pressed the shaft of the pink vibrator inside her shaky; needy cunt. She thrust it in and out. Her vagina clenched and she hadn’t even turned it on yet.
Shit!
She turned it on and pressed the little ears to her clit and exploded faster then she ever had before. She screamed out in pleasure. She wrenched her head back during climax, which in turn pulled on the chain harder. Her throat was dry and she could hear her kids stir in the monitor.

Crap!

She laid there a moment more to enjoy the orgasmic bliss. It had been almost a month since she had released an orgasm. Even by herself she couldn’t always reach a proper one or she would become over stimulated and unable to reach one at all. She breathed out as she released her nipples from their bonds of torture and cleaned herself up. Then re-tucked Lily and Jake in and went to sleep. It was the best sleep she’d had in a long time.