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That he complied was a minor miracle. It took all his
strength. He clenched his teeth, closed his eyes and concentrated on the pain
of his back and ass against the synthetic bedding. With slow rocking movements,
she rode him. Each time she took him back into the depths of her body, the
walls of her pussy clenched tight, milking his cock as she pulled up. Her hands
rested against his abs, fingertips pressing into his taut flesh. Her rhythm
picked up, her body riding him higher and higher. His climax built, threatened
to spill over, and then he felt her grip him like a vice, heard her cry out.
Past the roaring of blood in his ears, he heard her shout for him to come. He
burst inside her and at that moment, the clips were pulled from his nipples.
Agony shot through his chest. He yelled, pulling at his restraints, as pleasure
and pain warred within him, fighting, joining, taunting each other to new
heights.

As the orgasm faded, his body relaxed. His breath came out
in harsh pants. Eyes mere slits, he looked at his Mistress. Her head thrown
back while she milked the last of her climax, she looked wild, a goddess, the
perfect woman for him. His eyes slid closed again.

“Yes,” he whispered.

Chapter Six

Trey’s hand shook a bit with fatigue as he brought the cup
of tea to his lips and took a sip of the scalding liquid. He and Juliette sat
in a mostly empty restaurant in nearby Chinatown, waiting for a light meal. His
Mistress had surprised him and beaten him to the punch by asking him out once
she had deemed him recovered enough from their scene to leave the club. He had
turned the tables on her by first making sure the scene was done and then by
telling her he considered this a date, his treat, of course. He could see the
internal debate by her expression before she had relented and let him have his
way. The decision hadn’t diminished her power and control in his mind, and he
assumed not in hers either given that she was there sipping serenely at her own
tea. He wanted time outside the dungeon to get to know her. She wasn’t simply
his Domme. She intrigued him, and he wanted more than being each other’s
playmates.

It was no different from any other date he’d ever been on,
except that his body ached from their play and his cock ached despite it. Of
course, sitting across from a woman sheathed in such sexy clothes would do that
to a man. Resting his elbows on the table, he continued to sip his tea and
enjoy the view. He couldn’t help but grin.

Juliette narrowed her gaze, a teasing smile played across
her lips. “What?”

“What what?” he replied.

She leaned over, chin resting on her palm. “You look awfully
smug.”

He ducked his head down and looked at her from under his
lashes, suddenly shy. “I’m just a guy who’s been well worked by his Mistress.”

“Hmm. I’ll give you that. Is it weird to be out like this
after what we’ve done?”

“A little,” he conceded. “But I can honestly say I’ve never
felt more relaxed.” Despite his current state of arousal, there was no denying
that allowing a woman to control his orgasms made them stronger and more
satisfying.

“Good. I’m enjoying our play, and it always works up an
appetite, so I’m glad for the dinner. And, it’s nice to have time to get to know
you outside play.”

Her words echoed his thoughts so precisely he couldn’t help
blurting out, “I like you.” He groaned. “Damn, that sounded lame.”

“No, it didn’t,” she was quick to assure him. “I like you,
too.” Color infused her cheeks and she looked down in a very unDomme-like
fashion.

Her shyness charmed him. They were quiet for a few minutes,
each concentrating on their tea, before he ventured a question of his own. “May
I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

He didn’t ask anything right away because their dishes
arrived. They both tucked into them like starving wolves. When the worst of his
hunger was appeased, Trey asked, “When did you first realize you were a Domme?”

Juliette swallowed her mouthful. “Oh, I guess I had an
inkling as far back as grade school. I always loved ordering the boys around.”
She shrugged. “In college, I met a guy who introduced me to the lifestyle,
although he was looking for a sub. We both realized pretty quickly we were a
mismatch.” She took a sip of her water. “He mentored me, taught me how to be a
good Domme.” Her mood turned pensive. “I lost sight of myself for the last few
months.”

Trey leaned forward and rested his arms on the table, food
forgotten for the moment. He’d seen something in her eyes, heard something in
her voice. She had been hurt. The realization made him mad and protective. He
might be a submissive sexually, but he was an alpha male nevertheless. “What do
you mean? What happened?”

She shook her head. “Nothing, really.” When he remained
staring at her, she shrugged again. “I made a poor choice in a sub last year.
He was young and very pretty, and apparently I have a weakness for those
attributes.” She gave him sly smile and passion flared in his otherwise sated
belly. Sighing, she looked away. “He was clever, too, a manipulative sub.” Her
gaze returned to him. “You’ve heard of topping from the bottom?”

He pursed his lips. “Maybe.”

“In a true Dom/sub relationship, it’s the sub with the real
power. You give to us control and trust. It’s a powerful position and a humbling
experience for the Domme. Some subs, though, aren’t really giving the power up.
They keep the control in a subtle way that a Domme should recognize and squash
or break off the relationship. I thought I could spot that kind of thing. I was
wrong.”

He heard the bitterness in her voice and anger, not just at
the guy, but at herself, too. Again, the need to protect her, soothe her,
reared up. “You did spot it,” he pointed out. “You’re not with the little
bastard any more are you?”

She smiled wanly at him. “I guess that’s true. I did realize
what was going on, although by the time I had, I had lost confidence in myself.
The night we met, I was trying to ease back into the scene.”

Without thinking it through, Trey reached a hand over and
clasped hers. “I’m very glad you did. You are a wonderful Mistress.”

She laughed. “How would you know?” she teased, lacing her
fingers in with his.

They were simple things, this touching, this banter, all
over a delicious meal. It told him there was more to them than simply sex. “I
promise to be a good sub for you. I trust you completely.”

“Good,” she replied, raising his fingers to her lips and
planting a quick kiss on them. “I can’t take another sub like Tom. I need a sub
who submits to me completely.”

“I won’t let you down.” He said the words and meant them
even though a small part of him worried he would. He couldn’t let that happen.
She deserved nothing less than his total surrender.

“I’m going to put your vow to the test in the next couple of
weeks,” she warned.

He quirked his lips up in response. “Bring it on.”

* * * * *

Juliette wrapped her lips around the head of Trey’s cock and
tickled the underside with her tongue. He grunted his pleasure from around a
ball gag. They both felt comfortable restraining his voice after a couple of
week’s worth of playing together. The blowjob was a reward for all the pain he
had taken that evening. His chest, back and buttocks were covered in red
stripes from the crop she’d used. Tight clamps pinched his nipples, while a
weight pulled his balls down taut. His cock was only newly freed from its
restraint and she intended to make him come with her mouth alone. But only when
she gave the command and she wasn’t going to for a while yet.

She felt fierce tonight. She had needed to work off the annoyance
of the call she had received earlier. Damn Tom, anyway, for using a number she
didn’t recognize. He had tried to call her a few times before after she dumped
his manipulative ass, but she had ignored his calls when his number came up.
She had been at work, happily biding her time before meeting up with Trey, when
she answered her phone. The sound of her ex’s voice did conflicting things to
her. Her body had grown excited in an instant reaction from happier times. Her
brain, however, got mad. The bastard had no right to contact her. She had made
that clear enough.

Yet, he had begged and pleaded for another chance, had told
her how miserable he was without her, how sorry he was for being a bad sub. He
had changed, he claimed. He promised to be her good and obedient boy if only
she would let him back into her life. It almost worked. They had a long history
together and part of her not only had loved him, but loved him still, or at
least loved the idea of the man she had thought him to be. It was hard to
resist him, but thoughts of Trey had helped. More, she’d heard the undertone of
his voice, that coaxing, weaseling way he had of getting her to do his bidding.
That had done it. She’d shut him down fast. Still, it bothered her. It was easy
for the self doubt to snake its way inside her and because of it, she had come
into play loaded for bear. Only her great experience as a Domme had kept her
temper in check.

Her new boy had paid for her old boy’s call nevertheless.
His chest heaved with sharp breaths as she swallowed his cock deeper into her
mouth and down her throat. Her fingers grasped his striped ass and dug in while
she sucked and laved his climax out of him. His body tried to buck against her
face, but the strap around his waist held him tight to the two sides of the
wooden frame she had tied him to. She knew he couldn’t hold on any longer, and
knowing the frenzy of desire she had built in him excited her even more. Her
nipples were painful peaks pressing against her bustier and her exposed pussy
ached to rub against her boy’s leg for relief.

When she felt his cock pulse with his release, she sucked
hard and pulled his balls down farther with one hand. Trey yelled in pain, in
pleasure, and semen burst inside Juliette’s mouth. She took it all, again a reward
for his strength and obedience. The salty, warm cum slid down her throat, and
it kicked her own need for climax up another notch. As soon as the last of her
sub’s spasms subsided, she released his cock and stood up. She studied Trey’s
face and saw utter contentment. His eyes were closed and he took great gulps of
air through the gag.

She released the strap and pulled the ball out of his mouth
to give him a kiss. He moaned in surprise as she slipped her tongue inside and
gave him a taste of himself. With her high heels, they were of similar height,
so she had no trouble plastering her body to his and rubbing her engorged
nipples and clit against his hot skin. It would have taken very little to
orgasm with just that contact, but she had other plans. It was time for her to
conquer his body completely.

Releasing his mouth, she sauntered over to her bag of toys.
Doubt tried to creep into her mind, and she batted it away. They had played
enough. He could take this. He trusted her, and she trusted that he had given
himself to her completely. She would possess his body tonight, and he would
submit like the good sub he had become in such a short time. With only a
second’s more hesitation, she pulled out her black leather harness with the
flesh-colored dildo already fitted through the hole. She grabbed a bottle of
lube as well and turned to face her sub. His eyes were open and there was a
look of concern on his face. He stared at what she held and licked his lips.

“You can do this for me,” she said in an encouraging tone.
“You will do this for me,” she added more sternly.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again and looked
straight ahead. Juliette went around to his back and slipped into the harness
where he couldn’t see her. The vibrating bullet was already inside the
harness’s front pocket. All she had to do was slide her fake cock into Trey’s
very real and inviting ass, and the bullet would massage her clit. She could
already feel the sensation through memory alone. First things first, though.
Her sub had a virgin ass and she couldn’t just shove inside him without causing
the kind of pain that was not fun.

The orgasm she had given him helped ease his body, relax his
muscles, but arousal would help her cause as well. It would take patience and
she had it. She took long minutes to caress his body, to tease the most
sensitive spots. She tweaked his nipples, rubbed his cock, and massaged his
balls. His body was rigid, on guard, at first. Eventually he let go, hanging
from his restraints, eyes closed. When his cock once more stood erect, she put
a dollop of lube on her finger and slid it between his ass cheeks. The moment
she touched him there, he jerked.

“Stop,” she admonished. “It displeases me when you act as if
I won’t be careful with you.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he replied in a strained voice. “This
is hard for me.”

“Of course, it is. If it weren’t, there wouldn’t be as much
pleasure for either of us. Relax. I promise you’ll like this. Remember your
role is to trust and obey.” She circled his anus with the tip of her finger for
a few seconds. Despite her efforts and admonishment, he was tense again, his
ass cheeks clenching tight, trapping her finger. She was going to have to
distract him better. Reaching around his body, she twisted one of the nipple
clamps at the same time she slipped her finger into his asshole.

Trey yelled, but it worked. Her finger slipped inside and
she held it there. “See, not so bad.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He didn’t sound very convinced.

She wiggled the finger around and pushed it in and out. His
sphincter clamped down, not giving way, forcing her to press hard. She squirted
more lube onto it and the second finger and eased two fingers inside. Her sub
grunted in pain and it wasn’t good pain, either. She knew the difference.

Juliette held the fingers still and planted kisses on his
shoulder. “Relax and push out,” she told him in as soft a voice as she could
manage given the height of her passion. So close to her goal, her body was
revved up with nowhere to go.