Sasha's Portrait (11 page)

Apparently, Derrick often made trips to New York and knew everybody. The owner of the clothier greeted him by name and, having been apprised of their arrival beforehand, made arrangements for private consulting.

“I’ve stacked a pile of dresses, skirts and tops near the dressing room, all in size six as you requested, Mr. Matthews. I’m sure the styles will be to your liking.”

Sasha didn’t protest at his high handedness and presumption. On the contrary, she found she liked being catered to, liked having him make these decisions for her, which made her wonder if she was as opposed to submitting to him as she constantly claimed. Besides, the sheer magnitude of clothing articles in the two story store was enough to boggle the mind. She would have spent hours combing the racks if they hadn’t thought ahead.

Derrick handed her several outfits and held the curtain to the dressing room aside. “Try on the ones you like and show me. I’ll be right out here.”

Sasha closed the curtain and slipped off her jeans and sweater. Picking up the first dress, she slipped it over her head, and it fell just scant inches below her buttocks. If she happened to bend even the slightest, the under curve of her ass would be exposed. She was disappointed because she loved the dress. Made of light blue knit, it clung to her body softly. Picking up a skirt, she pulled it up over her hips only to discover it was even shorter than the dress. Holding up several other garments, she found they were all too short.

Dressed in nothing but her panties and bra, she peeked around the curtain for Derrick. “Derrick, please find some other things. These are all too short.”

Derrick grabbed a halter dress from the remaining clothes piled next to the dressing room. Holding it up, Sasha eyed it longingly. She had never worn such sexy clothing, dresses made to show off her slender figure and catch a man’s eye. “How about this one?”

“It’s the same as the others.”

“Then they will all be fine. Madame Rousse knows what I like. She wouldn’t have picked wrong.”

“Derrick! I can’t go out in public unable to move because my ass will show. Are you trying to get me arrested?”

“That’s enough, Sasha,” his tone brooked no argument and showed his displeasure with her arguing.

“Well, I’m not getting any of these…” she squealed in surprise as he jerked the curtain aside and crowded her inside.

Grabbing her arm, he sat on the padded seat and abruptly pulled her over his lap. Jerking her panties to her knees, he swatted her bare ass hard, the crack of his hand on her naked flesh echoing loudly. “I think you’re goading me on purpose, Sasha, and I don’t like it.” His hand fell rapidly five more times before Sasha’s surprise wore off and she started wiggling.

“Stop! Derrick, please!” she whispered frantically as he continued smacking her over and over. When it was evident he wasn’t about to let up, she buried her face in her hands, completely mortified. The store had been packed with shoppers, several of whom were standing right outside waiting for a dressing room. She knew they could hear every slap and every gasp of pain. She wouldn’t have been nearly as upset if her audience were men. But the fact that they were mostly women left her cringing in shame. She didn’t even get wet as usual.

When she finally quit wiggling and pleading and settled down to accept her punishment, Derrick slowed down. A half dozen more smacks landed on her red, stinging ass before he stopped and rested his hand on her burning cheeks. “Are you ready to pick what you want and leave?”

She simply nodded her head. When he released her, she quickly stood and pulled up her panties. Her pussy had finally quit stinging from being waxed, but now her buttocks were burning. She just couldn’t win.

“Pick an outfit to wear and let’s get out of here.”

Sasha removed her bra and slipped the soft blue knit back on. It felt wonderful over her naked breasts. Lifting the hem, she slipped off her panties and put on a thong. The dress draped over her buttocks and the thong left no panty lines. Gathering up the remaining clothes, she left the dressing room, surprised at how calm she felt now. Whatever had been causing her edgy mood had vanished with her spanking. Joining Derrick at the checkout counter, she laid the clothes down and smiled up at him. “I like these.”

“Good. They’ve already bagged the rest.”

Sasha saw three huge bags bulging with clothes. “Derrick, I can’t possibly wear all those! Besides, these are all spring and summer outfits, maybe fall. But, winter’s coming in Nantucket, and I won’t be able to wear them then.”

Something indefinable shifted in his eyes and then was gone. She would have said it was worried displeasure, but it had come and gone too quickly for her to tell. Shrugging indifferently, he said, “Do what you want with them. They’re all yours now.” His hand smoothed down her back in a light caress. With casual ease, he slowly lifted the back of her dress and softly ran his hand over her naked, still warm buttocks. “Feeling better?”

Sasha was beginning to enjoy the way he publicly bared her and tried unsuccessfully to stem the need filling her cunt. “Yes, thank you.”

He squeezed her buttock before removing his hand. “You’re welcome.”

Derrick had left Sasha in their hotel room to make reservations for dinner that night. It had been a long day and neither one felt like going out again, but he was tired of room service. He had reserved a corner table in the elegant top floor restaurant. Overlooking the city, they would have an excellent view of night lights that lit New York after dark.

He heard Sasha moaning as soon as he entered their suite. She didn’t hear him as he stood in the door to the bedroom and watched her twist in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Naked, she laid spread eagle on the white coverlet, her hand busy between her legs. Her bare pussy was beautiful, glistening wetly with her juices as were the three fingers she was pumping in and out of her slick sheath. Her other hand was at her breast, fingers pulling a taut nipple tightly, twisting the reddened bud as she thrust her hips in rapid succession against her hand.

She kept her eyes closed as she continued to rub lightly over her pussy, a soft, contented smile on her face. Derrick undressed as he approached the bed. When she finally opened her eyes, he was standing next to her, naked, his hard cock in his hand.

Smiling, she giggled like a kid. “Oh, Derrick, it’s wonderful! I didn’t realize how much more I could feel without hair.” Her hand was still running lightly over her slick folds as she gazed up at him unashamedly.

Derrick lay down next to her and pulled her against him. “I’m going to punish you for masturbating without permission,” he said sternly, his hand resting on her ass as she curled on her side and draped her leg across his.

“Okay, but later,” she gasped as her bare cunt rubbed against his hard thigh, the tiny hairs rasping her tender flesh. She rubbed herself against him, marveling at the erotic feel against her sensitive skin.

Derrick swatted her ass hard as she ground herself against his thigh. “Stop that. You’re going to come on my leg.” Again, he swatted her, harder, only to have her move faster against him.

“I can’t help it,” she moaned. “This feels too good. Hit me again, Derrick, please.”

Feeling lenient, Derrick continued smacking her ass until she came, her wet pussy leaving a large damp spot on his thigh. “Clean up your mess, Sasha,” he ordered when she had finally stopped shuddering from her climax.

Sasha gladly complied. Scooting down, she slowly licked her come from his leg. She felt wonderful. Her climax against his leg had been stronger than the one brought on by her hand, probably due to the added stinging on her ass. She lapped at his leg until it was clean of all her juices and then kissed her way up to his cock, taking his hard length into her mouth. She took her time, sucking him hard and then licking up and down his length and his balls before taking him back in her mouth. She loved the taste of him, loved the way he jerked, the taste of his pre-come coating her tongue. She was disappointed when he pulled her away before he came.

“That’s enough for now.” Rising, he walked to the tall, wide dressing mirror on small caster wheels and rolled it to the foot of the bed. Joining her again, he pulled her back against his chest, facing the mirror. “Now, let’s explore this pretty pussy together.”

Sasha sat on his legs, her legs slightly parted, looking at herself in the mirror. Derrick cupped her breast with one hand while moving his other to her cunt.

“For such a slender woman, your cunt folds are nice and plump. I like that.” His lips feathered over her neck as his hand slowly explored her pliable flesh, tracing every bare inch of her mound. “So soft and damp. Nothing turns a guy on more than a bare pussy.”

Both their gazes were glued to her cunt, watching the way his hand felt every inch of her. Sasha had never felt or seen anything so erotic, and her breath quickened with renewed lust. Derrick’s hard cock poked her ass, telling her he was equally affected.

“Bend your knees and spread your legs wide, baby. Let’s see what else you’ve got that I can play with.”

They both watched as her folds separated with her legs, revealing the wet pink flesh between. “Beautiful,” Derrick murmured, running a long finger down her slit, parting her flesh even more. “You’re so wet. And look.” His thumb prodded her clit, which was clearly visible now. “This little bud is all red and swollen. I like that too.”

“Derrick,” Sasha moaned in growing frustrated arousal. “I can’t stand it. Make me come. Please.”

“Not yet. I want to play inside a little while first.” Slowly he slid two fingers between her spread lips, the digits gliding easily inside her sheath. “You’re warm in here and even wetter. Look.” Pulling his fingers out, he showed her their glistening dampness before slowly inserting them again.

He continued finger fucking her, lightly rubbing over her engorged clit as he moved in and out. Sasha had no secrets displayed as she was in front of the mirror. Her hips lifted into his hand trying to urge him into more contact, harder stimulation.

“No, Sasha,” he told her in a tone she had come to recognize all to well. He meant business. “You’ve already come twice without my permission which is a serious offense. One you haven’t been punished for yet.”

Sasha groaned. “But I haven’t agreed to be your sub.”

“No, you haven’t. If you had, and you had behaved as you did, you wouldn’t be enjoying this foreplay right now. You wouldn’t be enjoying anything because you’d be in too much pain.”

Sasha believed him. She had read enough to know that doing anything without permission, especially anything pertaining to sex, was dealt with harshly in the world of doms and their subs. A world he was slowly introducing her to.

Sasha didn’t reply as he continued pleasuring her cunt, bringing her to the brink of orgasm and leaving her hanging time and time again. He seemed to sense when she couldn’t take any more torment, when she was so close to coming that nothing was going to hold her back, and then he removed his fingers from her cunt and rested his palm between her legs.

“I’m going to punish you now, Sasha. Remember, you asked for this.”

That was all the warning he gave her before lifting his hand and bringing it down hard on her pussy, his open palm covering her mound and between her spread legs.

Gasping in both shock and pain, he didn’t give her time to protest as he slapped her pussy again, over and over, and then she didn’t think to protest. His slaps stung, her bare flesh was glowing bright red beneath his hand. Her skin was still tender from the waxing, making his smacks that much more painful. But, through the pain and the humiliation of having her pussy spanked, was the growing excitement, the pleasure the pain brought out. She wanted to beg him to stop; she wanted to plead with him to continue. She was so confused, so torn with conflicting emotions, she simply allowed him to do as he pleased.

Derrick held her tightly around the waist with one arm while he continued smacking her pussy with the other. She writhed against the pain, her breath coming in short gasps, her body coated with a light sheen of sweat, but she didn’t complain or try to stop him. After he had landed a good twenty-five blows to her sensitive flesh, he stopped and again ran his hand lightly over her now very red, very warm flesh.

“Good girl, Sasha,” he said, kissing her neck. “Because you took your punishment so well, I’m going to reward you.” Shifting beneath her, Derrick slid his cock into her cunt, relieved to feel how wet she still was. “Watch in the mirror as I fuck your pretty pussy, sweetheart.”

Sasha’s eyes hadn’t left the mirror since he placed it there. His cock split her lips wide and was buried to the hilt inside her. Lifting slightly, she aided him as he pulled back and then thrust back in. He was so big and so hard; he filled her completely. They watched together as she rode him, his cock glistening wetly as he pulled out and then thrust back in. Her pussy was red and sore, and Sasha discovered the discomfort to her well spanked pussy turned her on as much as when her ass was the recipient of such treatment.

Derrick’s hands cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples, as she rode him faster, harder. “Please, Derrick, may I come?”

“Come, Sasha. All you want. You’ve earned it.”

Sasha basked in his praise as her climax exploded. She felt him quicken and heard him curse as he joined her; their cries echoing loudly together.

Chapter Nine

Sasha awoke to the delicious feel of Derrick’s tongue lapping at her pussy. The covers had been tossed aside, and she laid spread eagle, his dark head buried between her legs, his mouth gently sucking her engorged clit. Her moan made him look up, his grey eyes filled with heated lust as they looked up at her.

“I could gorge myself on you, Sasha.”

His mustache tickled her soft folds as his lips moved. She could feel every bristled caress, every touch of his lips, every sweep of his tongue, every nibble of his teeth. As he continued pleasuring her, she vowed she would never allow another hair to grow between her legs. Her hips lifted against his mouth, her hands fisted in the sheets as her climax neared. Panting, she begged, “Derrick? Please tell me you’re not going to make me wait.”