Sasha's Portrait (13 page)

Tears welled instantly. “Please don’t, Derrick. This is new to me. I need to come.”

Derrick gave in to her. The time would come soon enough when he would need to quit indulging her, but, as she said, this was new to her. “Okay, Sasha. You can come.” He quickened his movements, fucking her orifices faster, harder, until both dildos were ramming her simultaneously, hips were thrashing, and she was screaming out her orgasm.

Sasha fell back against the couch, her legs spread and lax, breathing heavily as her body continued to shudder in pleasure. Derrick pulled the dildos out and then removed the nipple clamps. Blood rushed to her nipples, but his hands were there to ease the discomfort. Sasha’s satisfaction stemmed more from just having a powerful climax. She felt a sense of satisfaction she hadn’t felt before.

Derrick had done everything for her since they met. This time, she had done something for him. Taking him down her throat had pleased him and given him one hell of an orgasm. He had never shot so much semen in her mouth before, and she had relished every drop. She knew the time was coming, as they continued their trip, that he was going to be giving in to her needs less and indulging his more. He was a man used to having women kneel at his feet and obeying his every command without thought to their own pleasure.

Sasha had read enough about doms to know that they led very self indulgent lifestyles. Everything they did was about their pleasure. Either a sub was happy to cater to them, or they were shown their walking papers. It was as simple as that. She didn’t know if she was capable of giving him that much control, but she was slowly coming to realize she wanted to try. The rewards would be few and far between, but they’d be worth waiting for. The end goal would be when basking in his pleasure would be enough for her.

Chapter Ten

Sasha felt her orgasm building, threatening to make her lose control again. Derrick had her pinned to the bed, her legs thrown over his shoulders, her body bowed back as he lay over her, thrusting hard into her pussy. Braced on one arm, his other was at his side, his hand beneath her raised ass, three fingers tunneling into her anus in time with his cock fucking her cunt.

All day they had played tourist with Derrick constantly finding ways to touch her, exposing a breast or lifting her skirt to caress her naked buttocks to strangers. His constant manipulations kept her on the edge of arousal all day, and now, when he was finally fucking her, he was demanding she not come. And, she was trying, she really was. She had made a promise to herself that she was going to try harder to please him, obey him in everything. But, right now, she was failing miserably. It was simply too much stimulation for her over loaded senses.

“Hold, Sasha,” Derrick demanded as he pumped harder, faster into her, feeling her as she started to convulse around him. Sasha whimpered in remorse that she was losing her battle. Her body spasmed, her pussy grasping his cock as she exploded beneath him.

Sasha felt his disappointment in her as he rolled off her with a sigh. Without waiting for his instructions, she rose from the bed and retrieved the leather paddle from the table where he left all their purchases from yesterday laid out. Handing it to him without a word, she started to bend over the bed when he stopped her.

“No. Bend over and grasp your ankles,” his tone was cold and brooked no argument, revealing his displeasure with her.

Sasha couldn’t believe how bad she felt over disappointing him again. Turning her back to him, she bent over, grasped her ankles, and accepted the mortification as well as the soon to come pain as her due.

“You’ll hold that position for all twenty strokes. Each time you lose it, I’ll add another one. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Derrick,” she returned, knowing she was going to get more than twenty. The first blow almost had her toppling, but she held on. The second was harder and she lost her balance, her hands automatically reaching to brace herself on the floor. Derrick simply paused, waiting while she grasped her ankles again before resuming his punishment. By the time he was through, she had earned an extra six swats and her ass was on fire.

“You may go to bed now.” Derrick simply ignored her as she climbed onto the bed and fell face down where she laid the rest of the night.

The next day, they again played tourist and Derrick was his usual, attentive self, tormenting her body mercilessly, keeping her in a state of heightened arousal by constantly touching her and exposing her. But that night, when she straddled his lap, his cock buried deep in her pussy, she managed to ride him long and hard and succeeded in keeping her orgasm at bay. As she collapsed against his chest, she was so happy; she felt giddy.

Lifting away from him, she smiled triumphantly, “I did it, Derrick!”

Like a kid that had accomplished a feat for the first time, she glowed with undisguised pleasure, so proud of herself, she was bursting. Her nipples were beaded tightly, her wet pussy still wrapped around his semi-hard cock and he knew she could come easily.

“I never doubted you could do it. Let’s celebrate.” Grabbing the bedside phone, Derrick ordered champagne and strawberries.

Sasha slipped her thong on until the young man from room service had delivered their treat and then quickly pulled it off and climbed onto Derrick’s lap. For the next hour, he tortured her, feeding her strawberries dipped in the bubbly before laying her on the bed and pouring the champagne over her breasts and between her legs. Sasha gasped as the cool liquid slid between her heated pussy lips. Derrick quickly warmed her by licking her breasts clean before moving down to her cunt.

“Derrick,” she groaned in torment when his tongue licked the moisture from between her lips. “I’ll never make it if you continue that.”

“Just a few tastes, baby, I promise.” Derrick licked her pussy a few more times, then, though it was tempting to continue, decided to show her some mercy.

Sasha fell asleep with her body aching for release but more content than she could ever remember being.

The next day was their last in New York before leaving the next morning to travel to Richmond to visit friends of Derrick’s. Derrick announced they were going dancing that evening before searching through her wardrobe to find something suitable for her to wear. Sasha watched him, liking the way he chose what he wanted her to wear when they were going out. It saved her the hassle from having to choose herself. Of course, his selections were always made with ulterior motives in mind, and she had no doubt this evening would be any different. She was looking forward to dancing. She had gone often in college and had missed it.

“Here, this should do.” He laid out a tight, short white skirt and a see through light blue and white halter top that hooked behind her neck and back. The two pieces would leave her midriff bare showing off her bellybutton ring and chain.

“I haven’t danced in several years, Derrick,” she finally commented when he grabbed a pair of three inch strappy sandals. “I don’t think those shoes will work.”

“You can always slip them off if you need to.”

The little smile he gave her meant he was up to something. Sasha discovered what that was an hour later when they entered what looked to be a very popular night club. Placed strategically around the room were round raised platforms with poles in the middle upon which women in various stages of dress danced. Crowded tables were dispersed among the platforms so viewers could watch several girls at one time.

Derrick led her to a table and pulled a chair out for her. “I thought you meant WE were dancing when you mentioned it earlier,” Sasha commented as the woman on the dais nearest them exposed her very generous breasts.

Derrick grinned. “Actually, I do want you to dance, as soon as there’s available space.”

Sasha’s eyes widened in alarm, but she couldn’t suppress the flare of excitement that shifted through her. “I don’t know how to strip!”

Derrick noticed she didn’t complain about stripping, just about not knowing how. “All these women are amateurs here with boyfriends or husbands. You know how to dance, don’t you?”

Sasha watched several of the dancer’s movements and knew she’d have no problem wrapping herself around one of those poles in a suggestive manner. “Yes, but why do you want all these strangers to see me naked?”

“You won’t be completely naked. Laws forbid full frontal nudity so you can only go as far as your thong. You have an awesome body, Sasha. I like it showing it off.”

Sasha didn’t miss the inflection that he considered her body his property. Over the past few days, she also had come to think in those terms. “Okay, but I need a stiff drink first.”

Thirty minutes later, a space opened near their table. Apparently Derrick had already

made the necessary arrangement to secure her a spot. Sasha was grateful for the double whiskey sour Derrick had ordered for her. Not much of a drinker, she felt slightly lightheaded and carefree, lending her the courage she needed to do this.

As the music continued to play, all she had to do was get into the rhythm and try to forget there was a sea of strangers staring at her. Taking it slow, she swayed to the music, hanging onto the pole as she would a lover. There were large spotlights aimed at each of the six dancers, leaving the audience mostly in the dark from where they stood. As she built up her movements, getting into the swing of things, the heat from the lights and the thought of all those appreciative male looks emboldened her.

With sure, deft movements, she unhooked her halter top and let it fall to the floor. Whistles and catcalls went out, making her smile. Wrapping around the pole again, she gyrated slowly, swaying her torso, her breasts juggling with the movements. Her skirt went as easily as her top, leaving her clad in nothing but a white lace thong and her white heeled sandals. Sasha couldn’t get over the heady feeling of being free, glorying in her nudity as she danced against the pole. She soon forgot everything except the sheer pleasure brought on by her slight buzz and her erotic movements against the pole. Knowing she was being watched only heightened her senses.

Derrick watched her with a tolerant smile. She was a natural. Her body was lean and graceful, her movements slow and seductive. He wondered if anyone else knew she had just climaxed against that hard pole. He recognized the shudder of her body, the way she tossed her head back and shut her eyes, her hips gyrating against the metal in a well known movement. As her body slowed and she became aware of her surroundings again, Derrick rose to give her a hand down.

Her face was flushed, her body coated with a light sheen of sweat as she grabbed his hand and fell into his arms. “I did it, Derrick. I really did it.”

“You certainly did.” Grabbing her clothes, he led her to the back of the club. “As a matter of fact, babe, you did it so well, you’ve had a request for a private lap dance.”

“What?”

Derrick led her to a separate, large room filled with curtained off compartments. Music played softly behind each one and low moans could be heard coming from the closed, occupied ones. “Don’t worry. You simply straddle this man’s lap and dance for however long he puts coins in the music box. No touching is allowed and, again, your thong stays in place. That is a strict rule and a report to the contrary could cost this place its license. He’s waiting in there.” He pointed to a closed curtain.

Derrick waited, letting her make the decision. When she took a deep, fortifying breath and nodded her head, Derrick held the curtain aside for her. A nice looking man in his early fifties sat on a chair and looked up at her with appreciation, his gaze lingering on her breasts.

“I’ll be right out here,” Derrick said before shutting the curtain and taking a seat across the room reserved for those waiting for a booth.

The booth was small and Sasha only had room to straddle the man’s lap. “Huh, I’ve never done this before. I hope you’re not disappointed.”

“I haven’t either, so neither one of us has any expectations. Are you ready?” he asked politely, his eyes riveted on her bare breasts.

Sasha nodded; and, when the music came on, she began to sway slowly. Her orgasm, coupled with the liquor, had left her mellow, and she soon found herself getting turned on again, her nipples beading into stiff points, her pussy dampening her thong further. As the stranger watched, she brought her hands to her breasts, cupping them, her thumbs rasping the nipples while her hips swayed provocatively.

Her excitement building, her lust raging out of control, she soon forgot the rules; and, from the look on his face, her partner would have no problem forgetting them either. Bending forward, she rested her hands on his shoulders as she rubbed her nipples over his mouth, back and forth. “Suck me,” she whispered, desperately needing to feel his mouth on her.

He wasted no time latching on to her right nipple, suckling hard before moving to the left. Sasha moaned, her hips swaying, her body still in tune with the music. When his hot gaze moved down to stare at her barely covered mound, Sasha wanted nothing more than to show him her bare pussy. Surely a quick peak wouldn’t hurt she thought as temptation overrode caution.

Sasha rose, running her open palms down her chest to her crotch, lightly cupping her mound before moving back up to her waist. “Pull my thong down,” she whispered, her heart beating quickly with fear and excitement.

The man only hesitated for a fraction before slipping his fingers in the strings and sliding the flimsy scrap of material down just enough to reveal her smooth, bare pussy. “Oh, God,” he gasped, staring at her pouty lips and the wetness seeping between them.

With his eyes on her pussy, Sasha continued dancing, moving one hand to her breast and the other to her cunt. Using her middle finger, she slowly slid it between her folds then withdrew it to show that it was coated with her juices. She ran the wet digit all over her outer lips before inserting it again to repeat the gesture. Her breathing grew rapid, as did his, as she finger fucked herself over and over.

“Turn around,” he ordered as he slipped more coins into the music box.

Sasha quickly complied then resumed her movements, dancing, fingering, arousing herself. She gasped when he grabbed her buttocks and told her to bend over, but she was so horny, so eager for an orgasm, she did as he said. Looking between her spread knees she saw he had released his engorged cock and his hand was busy jacking himself off as she gyrated her ass in front of his face. Before she realized his intention, he buried his face between her buttocks; his tongue licking her asshole like it was a delicious treat.