Playing Dom (20 page)

Despite the
tiredness that plagued me, my mind swam with thoughts of upcoming
lessons with Damien Reed. He promised me so many new and exciting
experiences. After reading the extensive list of kinks, I wondered
how many of them he planned to explore with me. Some sounded more fun
than others, like fantasy rape and toy play, but at the very top of
my list was spanking. I yearned for Damien Reed's large powerful hand
to slip my panties down and spank my ass until it was a warm pink.
The very thought of it made my pussy ache.

Chey, you've been
a very bad girl,
I pictured him saying, looming over me, tall and
dominant and handsome. He'd stare down at me with those hard brown
eyes, eyes that always meant business. Like a good submissive, I'd
turn my backside to him for punishment, or was it pleasure?

He'd look at me with
little regard, making me feel small and uncertain, as he often did.
When his fingertips touched my hips to pull my underwear over my ass,
I would quiver with excitement, my body's central pleasure core
heating up like a switch had just been turned on. I never understood
how a simple touch of his hand could ignite my desire so, but I
certainly didn't mind it. Damien Reed was a sexual circuit, and I was
his conductor. Together, we made electricity flow until both of our
bodies exploded in ecstasy. It was a perfect match.

Even as I thought
about him, electricity was flowing to my sensitive areas. I sneaked a
hand beneath my nightshirt to tweak one of my perked nipples before I
slipped it down the front of my panties. Already, I was wet for
Damien Reed, for his deft hand on my smooth wanton skin.

My mind returned to
the fantasy while my finger absentmindedly flicked across my pleasure
button, massaging teasingly, as Damien would do. I pictured myself
crawling onto his lap, leaning over it, my naked bottom poised for
punishment. Silently, I begged for it, waiting with a yearning that
put my entire body on edge.

He'd rub his palm
over my ass, groping and squeezing, warming me up for what was to
come. By that time, my pussy was throbbing, the tides of my pleasure
slowly moving into shore. The hand would leave my ass, and I'd bite
my bottom lip, picturing it pulled back, ready to strike. Then the
blow would come, sending fire through my backside as skin kissed
skin. I'd cry out, but not from discomfort.

“
Again,”
I whispered, and again he would draw back and let his hand crack
against my ass. Blow after blow rained down on me, not hard enough to
bruise, but just enough to blush my skin. Each strike would send a
shot of pleasure straight to my cunt.

“
Don't
stop,” I begged, wanting to feel the warmth drown me. And he
didn't stop. Not until the tidal wave of bliss consumed me, and the
sensitive nerve endings in my clit fired off, rejoicing from the
stimulation.

I
gasped into the darkness, rubbing tight circles against my clit and
feeling the contractions play beneath my fingertips. The pain in my
ass subsided as my orgasm ebbed away, leaving me gasping and content.
Damien Reed was nowhere to be found. I was alone in my room, panting,
with my hand shoved into my panties, staring up into the blackness of
night in my bedroom, praying for sleep, waiting for morning to come.