Playing Dom (10 page)

“
Perhaps
you'd like a closer look.”

“
Don't
test your luck, slave.” She patted the couch beside her, only
to realize that her riding crop was gone. I couldn't help but grin at
the frustrated look on her face.

“
You
left your toy in the bedroom, Domina,” I didn't bother to hide
my mocking tone, counting on her being too lazy to get up and slap
me. Luckily, I was right. Talia just scowled at me then, putting on
that adorable face she made when she didn't get her way.

“
You're
not a very good slave,” she huffed.

“
That's
because I'm not a slave. You should have found one to play this game
with you. I fear I'm not very good at it.”

“
You'll
do.” She waved at me dismissively, playing the brat again. God
how I wanted her.

“
So
what now?” I sighed.

“
Now,
I want you to spank me.”

“
You
what?”

“
I
want you to spank me,” she said with confidence.

“
You
do realize it's supposed to be the other way around?” I arched
an eyebrow at her.

“
Why?”

“
Because
that's what Dommes do. They spank their subs. It's not the other way
around.”

“
Well,
what if the Mistress likes being spanked?”

“
I
think you're a switch.”

“
What's
that?”

“
It's
someone who likes playing both parts, Dom and sub.”

“
Why
haven't I met any other switches in the BDSM community then?”

“
Because
it's not a widely accepted term. A lot of traditional lifestylers
don't accept switches because they seem indecisive about their role.”

“
Well
then, I'm not a switch, because I'm not indecisive.” Talia
shifted her weight. “I'm a Mistress.”

“
If
you say so.” I rolled my eyes.

“
I
still want you to spank me. As a Mistress, I can make you do whatever
I want. That's how this works, right?”

“
I'm
not going to spank you wearing that.”

“
Wearing
what? Jeans?” She gave me an agitated look.

“
Yes,
jeans.”

“
Why
not?”

“
Because
it doesn't feel good for my hand.”

“
This
is about what I want.” Talia pouted.

“
Well,
I'm not doing it.”

“
Ugh.
You're such a butt. Don't make me break out the riding crop again.”

“
Break
it out, I'm not budging on this.”

“
What
if I spank your dick with it?”

“
You
won't get that far because I'll leave. And I thought you said you
didn't want to hurt me?”

“
I
don't, but you're misbehaving a lot.”

“
You
know why I'm misbehaving. We've been over this already. You're lucky
I've even cooperated this much. This wasn't what I signed up for. I
thought I was just going to give you some paperwork, go over it with
you, and be done.”

She cowered, and I
could see the guilt across her face. “Are you mad at me?”

My shoulders slumped
in defeat. Why did she have to be so damn adorable. “No. I'm
not mad at you. I just don't know what you hope to get out of this.”

“
Spankings?”

“
Compromise.”

“
What
kind of compromise?”

“
Go
change into your little Domme outfit, and I'll spank you.”

Her face lit up with
approval, and I had to bite the inside of my lip to hide my own
excitement at her agreement to the idea. I needed her exposed, to see
more of her, to have access to more of her. The thought of her soft
body draped over my lap shot a twinge of arousal straight through me.
Soon, I would be putting my hands on her, and I wasn't sure I'd be
able to control myself.

“
This
may take a while, and I don't just want you standing there waiting.
Go do my dishes, slave.”

“
What?”
I quirked an eyebrow.

“
I
didn't stutter,” she said as she stood. “Part of being a
submissive is doing domestic chores. I learned that much from being
with Chet. Go do my dishes. There aren't many. And it will give you
something to do while I'm getting ready.”

“
You're
not a very gracious host,” I told her dryly.

“
And
you're not a very good slave. Now, to the kitchen with you.”
Talia pointed her finger towards the kitchen, sending me on my way.

I grumbled as I
walked to the sink and looked down at the dirty dishes. This was
definitely not what I had signed up for. With a sigh, I got to work.
The job was done in five minutes, and Talia still hadn't emerged from
her bedroom. I decided to return to the living room to wait for her,
assuming my parade rest stance again. It was my favorite position to
make my own submissives stand in, a good position for observation,
yet it was still relaxed enough to be comfortable.

Five minutes passed,
then ten. Good God, how long does it take to put on two skimpy pieces
of cheap PVC. I was starting to get cold from standing there naked
for so long, especially since one of the vents was above my head.
Right when my patience was about to run out, Talia came around the
corner, completely dolled up. Hair, makeup, perfume, high heels,
everything. All of my agitation melted away when I laid my eyes on
her, and a strange desire rolled through me, not just on a physical
level. She had taken all that time to get beautiful for me, and I
couldn't help but appreciate it.

“
Wow,”
I said. “You look amazing.”

“
You
were being such a brat about making me change that I thought I would
make it worth your wait.” She twirled around, letting my eyes
soak in her full gorgeous body.

“
I
guess this means you're ready for your spanking.”

“
Yes,
slave. Sit on the sofa.”

I did as I was told,
spreading my legs slightly so that she'd fit across them. Already, my
tool was hardening again. Soon, it would be touching her. She
couldn't avoid it if she was going to be lying on my naked lap.

Nothing in the world
could keep the smirk from my face as she carefully positioned herself
over my lap. Talia was light, even with her full weight on me. A low
growl escaped my lips as I felt a mixture of soft skin and sticky
PVC. I could have done without the PVC, but it wasn't that much of a
distraction. Besides, the outfit was sexy as hell, and seeing the
light shining from the curve of her ass only made me want to slap it
more.

“
You're
rather stunning, if you don't mind me saying,” I told her.

“
Thank
you,” she replied politely. “Now, get to work. I'll let
you know if you're spanking too hard, or if I need you to add more
pressure.”

This was a game I
enjoyed. Whether she knew it or not, she had placed me back into the
position of dominant. The pressure of the collar around my neck
practically disappeared as my mind filled with naughty thoughts. My
cock throbbed needily, lightly touching her side. And she didn't shy
away at all. She was so fucking perfect.

“
I'd
be lying if I said I'm not going to enjoy this,” I told her.

“
Enjoy
it all you like. You are supposed to get some enjoyment from it,
yes?”

I didn't respond. I
simply drew my hand back, pressing my fingertips together, and gave
one of her butt cheeks a firm slap. The sound echoed off the wall,
and Talia's body tensed. It had been so long since I'd felt the
pleasure of spanking a woman. How I had missed it.

“
Harder,”
she requested, and I obeyed, putting more force behind the next
strike as I alternated between ass cheeks.

“
Again?”
I asked.

“
Just
a tad bit harder, and don't stop until I tell you to.”

“
Yes,
Domina.” I grinned lecherously as the sound of skin meeting
skin rang through the apartment. With each slap, she jerked a bit,
but her body quickly relaxed. The PVC stung my palm slightly, and I
was honestly surprised that she wanted to be struck so hard. This
girl was a lot kinkier than I had imagined.

I licked my lips as
I watched her shiny butt jiggle slightly from each strike. My hand
wanted to linger there, to feel her more, to ravage her, and so I
took the initiative to add a little rub between spankings, feeling
the smoothness of the PVC, which was starting to annoy me more than
it aroused me.

“
Lift
yourself up for a moment,” I said.

Talia did as I asked
and didn't question it until I grabbed the waistband of her panties
and began pulling them down. “What are you doing?” She
shot me a look of concern.

“
I
want to see your ass growing red, and it will feel better if we do it
this way.”

For a moment, she
didn't look too sure, but then she submitted, allowing me to tug her
underwear down the rest of the way before relaxing on my lap again.
The eroticism of the position was driving me insane. My body was
aching for more, but I knew that each trusting step was a gift, and I
didn't want to ruin the presentation of it. These moments were meant
to be savored, even if they tortured me.

I licked my lips and
drew my hand back again. This time, it met with flesh, and I had to
stifle a moan when I saw my hand prints begin to welt up on her skin.
It was like a silent claiming, like I was leaving my mark on her,
making her mine for as long as the marks stayed. I liked the thought
of her being mine.

Apparently, she was
enjoying the spanking just as much as I was. Occasionally, she'd cry
out, though there was no sign of pain. Just the sound of her voice
making those noises had my cock on overdrive as I pictured her sexy
lips parted, calling out in sweet pleasure from my touch.

My hands grew a bit
more aggressive, my fingers kneading into her ass between spankings.
I reveled in the feel of her pliable skin beneath my fingertips.
Boldly, I let me hands wander, spanking her hips and thighs, and
spreading her flesh until I could see her tiny puckered asshole and
the edge of her pussy. God how I wanted to stick my fingers inside of
her, to drive her to new heights. My whole being was centered on the
thought of making her orgasm.

I decided to press
me luck, taking a break from spanking her to rub my fingertip slowly
up and down her crack. Her body was surprisingly relaxed, and she
didn't seem to object to what I was doing, so I continued, letting my
finger dip between the sweet petals of her moist flower. She seemed
to be enjoying it. She was already nice and wet and receptive for me.

I brought my hand up
to my lips and wet my index and middle fingers with saliva. Then I
slid my hand between her legs and rubbed back and forth, teasing her
clit with just the tip of my finger. A soft moan escaped her lips,
and I swear I felt her hips buck a little, beckoning me to press
inside. I didn't make her wait. My index finger slipped in first,
gently probing. Her body felt alive and aroused, softly writhing on
my lap. Then I added my middle finger, spreading her out a bit wider.
The warmth of her was exquisite, arousing, and oddly soothing. I
worked my fingers inside of her slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her
with stimulation. After several moments, I pulled them both out to
focus on her clit, pressing and massaging until she gasped, and I
felt the contractions rolling through her. It was fucking amazing to
have her like this, to know I had been able to give her such
pleasure.

She panted across my
lap for a few seconds before pulling herself up. My fingers fell away
from her, and I brought them to my mouth to lick off her sweet
juices. The look she gave me was pure lust, and for a moment, I
thought she was going to give in to desire. But then she shook her
head as if waking from a dream, and the look was gone.