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And with a click, she’s gone.

After Lexy hangs up, I have a moment of
dejection. She’s more than my cousin—she’s my best friend and biggest
cheerleader. I wonder when I’ll get to see her again. I guess I’ll have to ask
Aiden about it tonight.

Just the thought that I have to ask permission
to see a friend pisses me off and I go from depression to irritation in an
instant. Then I catch myself—Goddess, I’m going through a wide range of
emotions lately. I’m sure part of it is due to my new life situation but I’m
also afraid my frequent mood swings might mean the onset of one of my rare but
horrible periods. I’m really irregular and usually don’t get them more than
three or four times a year but believe me, that’s more than enough.

Well, on the bright side, if I doget
my period, Aiden will have to let me go home, at least for a while. I have a
certain herb brew that I keep ready, which is the only thing that keeps the
cramps bearable. I usually take it and curl up in my darkened bedroom for
twenty-four hours until the worst of the pain passes. Without it, I’m completely
incapacitated and I don’t think my new Master will be too enthusiastic about
having a deathly ill sex slave who can’t even lift her head, let alone do
anything kinky. Of course I haven’t had The Dream yet, the one that always
comes right before my period. So maybe it’s just my new circumstances that are
making me emotional.

I realize I am still holding the heavy
old-fashioned phone receiver in one hand as I think and a soft beeping is
coming from the earpiece. I put it down with an audible
clunk
and spin
the black chair restlessly. As I do, my eyes fasten on the laptop again. I
reach for it…and draw back. Snooping in my new Master’s computer is probably
the biggest no-no I could commit. A lot of men don’t even want their
girlfriends seeing what they look at online and I’m nothing to Aiden but a
slave.

But I won’t be snooping,
I argue with myself, my fingers still itching to open it.
I’ll just
check my email and send a message to some of my professors saying I’ve had a
personal complication and I might not be in class for a while. Then I’ll shut
it down and leave everything exactly where I found it. Aiden will never even know.

That sounds harmless enough. Promising
myself I’ll be quick, I open the laptop and reach for the power button. But to
my surprise, it pops to life by itself. Not only that but there is a video
starting on its screen. As I look for a way to stop it, a title suddenly
appears in the center.

The Tender Dominant

Hmmm, this could be interesting. And it
can’t hurt to watch for just a minute, right? I stop fiddling with the mouse
pad and sit back in the leather chair, watching.

There is no intro and the first scene
begins at once. A girl with blonde hair and green eyes is sitting on the edge
of a large bed. She is wearing a black bra and panties and her legs are crossed
demurely. Her hands are folded in her lap and her face is serene. Clearly she
is waiting for someone.

She doesn’t have to wait long. The bedroom
door opens and a powerfully built man with skull-cut hair enters. He is wearing
nothing but black leather pants and his upper body is muscular and cut. I can’t
help thinking of Aiden’s six-pack abs, which were visible last night when he
claimed me and named me his Sacrifice. I wonder what he’d look like completely
naked…

The video on the laptop screen draws my
attention back to the scene at hand. The muscular man is standing in front of
the blonde girl but he says nothing. She looks down at her hands shyly, also
mute. I wonder if there is going to be any talking at all and I sort of hope
not. The cheesy, contrived dialog is one of the things I hate about porn. All
that, “Oh God, fuck me, baby! Fuck me harder!” and “Take it, bitch! Take it
all!” is so stupid and fake, not to mention really off-putting. So I like it
that the two people on the screen aren’t saying anything. Not that it’s completely
silent—there is background music. But not the
bow-chicka-bow-wow
kind—it’s something soft and unobtrusive with acoustic guitar that I actually
like.

The man—the Dom?—lifts the girl’s chin,
forcing her to look at him. The move reminds me of what Aiden did to me this
morning when he wanted my complete attention. I shift in the seat uncomfortably
and the phallus he put inside me shifts too. I cross my legs tightly, trying
not to think about it.

The Dom on the screen leans down and
whispers something in the girl’s ear, too low for me to hear. She looks at him uncertainly,
then nods. Not as if she is agreeing to a request, though—as though she is
acknowledging something he told her. Something he’s planning to do to her that
she can’t stop, even if she wants to.

At first, however, all he does is stroke
her hair and kiss her cheek. He sits down beside her on the bed and runs one
large hand over her shoulder, making her shiver. Is she shivering with
anticipation or fear? Maybe a mixture of the two? I don’t know but I can’t seem
to stop watching.

I like the way he strokes her body, running
his big hands over her as though he owns her. As though she is his most
precious and cherished possession and he needs to take care of her. He cradles
her breasts, teasing her nipples to hard little points behind the thin material
of her bra, then strokes lower, caressing her belly and thighs, urging her to
spread her legs. The blonde seems reluctant at first but then she sighs and
submits, opening herself to him.

The man cups her pussy through the silky
black panties. I can see him pressing against her, parting the lips through the
slippery fabric. The blonde throws back her head and moans softly, breathlessly,
surrendering to the pleasure he gives her.

I shift in the black leather seat again.
Damn, this is really kind of hot. I’ve never seen porn like this—porn that
seems to have been made with women in mind. There’s no screaming or begging, no
endless series of ridiculously contorted sexual positions or demeaning cum-shot
facials. There’s just this—just a woman submitting to a man, giving herself up
to his big, warm hands on her body.

I can feel my pussy getting wet and hot as
I watch the scene unfold. The man reaches in his pocket and produces a small
black scrap of fabric. A blindfold, I realize. The girl on the screen seems to
realize it too. At first she shakes her head but he lifts her chin again and
looks at her sternly. No words are necessary—that look is enough. At last she
drops her eyes and nods. She is frightened but she has to submit. Goddess, I know
that feeling—it’s scary and erotic at the same time. I feel sorry for the
blonde girl but watching her dilemma is really turning me on.

Her Master fastens the blindfold around her
eyes and makes sure she can’t see. Then he lowers her gently to the bed,
arranging her so she’s right in the center of the mattress. He raises her arms
over her head and then ties her wrists to the headboard with a black satin
loop. She shifts uncertainly but a soft word from him makes her settle down and
relax into her helplessness.
He is her Master,
whispers a voice in my
head.
What else can she do but submit to him? What else can she do but open
herself and take whatever punishment or pleasure he offers her?

I shouldn’t be thinking like this but I
can’t seem to help it. Goddess, I don’t know why this is making me so hot but
it really is. I shift again, feeling the phallus move in a fucking motion
inside my pussy.

The Dom leans over the blonde girl and slowly
strokes her breasts. Then he unsnaps her front hook bra and peels it apart,
baring her for his approval. He looks at her hungrily, clearly pleased at what
he’s seeing. She shivers, almost as though she can feel his gaze on her naked
skin. He caresses her breasts gently, then kisses her nipples, sucking them
hard until she moans softly and arches her back, offering herself to him.

Then he produces a pair of nipples clamps.

I watch, my heart suddenly racing as he
attaches the two sliver clips to the girl’s erect nipples. Goddess, it makes me
think of how Aiden did the same thing to me this morning. Suddenly I wish I
hadn’t taken them off. The way they squeeze me is painful but pleasurable too
in a way I can’t describe. Experimentally, I open the crimson shirt, baring my
breasts, and pinch one of my nipples. A sharp little shock runs straight to my
pussy. Oh that feels good. I pinch the other one too, imagining I’m still
wearing the clamps. Remembering how it felt when Aiden put them on me.

I want to see more breast play but the Dom
has moved on. He is working his way down the blonde submissive’s body, kissing
and licking her taut abdomen as she moans and quivers under him. When he gets
to her pussy, he slides his thick fingers into her panties and rubs, obviously
opening her, exploring her inner cunt.

I feel a gush of wetness from my own pussy
and look down. All morning I’ve been trying to ignore this damn harness Aiden
put on me but now the sight of it between my legs is unexpectedly erotic. The
way the black leather straps crisscross over my thighs, the way the crotch
presses against me, holding the phallus in place inside, gives me a sudden jolt
of lust. I can’t help noticing, though, that the leather doesn’t cover my
entire pussy mound—just the bottom part. My neatly trimmed thatch of curls and
most of my cunt slit are still entirely visible. And in fact, much more than
that is on display. I’m so hot that my pussy lips are swollen with need, opening
of their own accord like flower petals, to reveal my pink inner cunt. I can see
the sensitive button of my clit peeping out, almost begging for attention.

I start to slip my hand between my legs…and
then Aiden’s words come back to me.
‘Don’t touch yourself and don’t make
yourself come.’
It was his final command before he left the house this
morning. Although I don’t see how he could possibly know if I broke his silly
rule, I reluctantly draw back my hand and resume watching the screen.

It’s well worth watching. The Dom has
removed his submissive’s panties now and is spreading her legs, baring her
pussy. She’s shaved completely bare down there, I notice, and wonder what that
would be like. I keep things neatly trimmed but I’ve never tried shaving or
waxing it all off. Why should I? It’s not as if there’s anyone to admire my
handiwork.
Now there is,
whispers a little voice but I push it away and
keep watching.

The Dom is kneeling beside the bed, almost
in an attitude of worship. He positions himself between the girl’s legs, his
broad shoulders forcing her to spread even wider. Using his thumbs, he delicately
parts her bare pussy lips, revealing her pink interior. For a long moment he simply
looks at her, drinking her in, studying her delicate folds, her secret places
revealed to him. The blonde submissive moans and bucks her hips—clearly the
waiting is killing her and just as clearly her Dom knows this.
Anticipation,
I think, remembering Aiden’s words again.

Then the Dom licks his submissive’s pussy
from bottom to top, his tongue gliding gently but firmly over her inner folds.
The girl gasps and moans, her hands clutching at the black satin band that
binds and restrains her, but she makes no move to get away. Instead, she opens
herself even wider, pushing her hips up to meet her Master’s mouth, begging for
this most intimate and forbidden kiss.

This time I can’t stop myself from reaching
between my legs. I’ve never had a man do this to me but I have to confess it’s a
turn-on to watch the Dom going down on his submissive while she’s tied and
helpless on the bed. I spread my pussy lips with my index and ring finger and
stroke rapidly over my throbbing clit, my middle finger flicking lightly but firmly
over the center of my desire. I pump my hips too, feeling the phallus shift
within me, fucking me. Goddess but I’m so hot…so close…

“Emma, what did I tell you this morning
before I left about touching yourself?”

I nearly jump out of the seat at that cold,
commanding voice. Aiden! Where is he? I look wildly at the door of the study
but it’s still closed, just as I left it.

“Look at the laptop,” he says dryly.

I look again and there, at the bottom right
of the screen, just below where the Dom is licking his submissive out, is a
three-by-three-inch square. Aiden is visible in this screen-within-the screen
and he looks extremely displeased.

But I’m sure he wasn’t there a minute
ago!
I think wildly.
How long has he been
watching me?

“I’ve been watching since you first opened
my laptop,” he says, with that uncanny ability he seems to have of either
reading my mind or guessing my thoughts. “I was hoping you might continue to
abide by my orders, even if you were snooping in an area that doesn’t concern
you. But now I see that you’re incapable of obeying even the simplest command.”

“You-you set me up.” My voice is a hoarse
croak. “You left the laptop out in plain sight and put a hot movie on it you knew
would turn me on to try to trick me.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “On the
contrary, I had no idea it would ‘turn you on’ as you put it. Although I
suppose the fact that it did proves we’re not wasting our time. The movie is actually
for my own viewing pleasure.”

On the screen, the Dom has the blonde
submissive’s legs over his shoulders and is slowly guiding this thick cock into
her pussy. She moans wordlessly as his flesh slides into hers, filling her to
the limit. I feel my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “Can, uh, can you see
what’s going on in the movie from where you are?” I ask in a small voice.

“No. But I can see that you’re still
touching yourself when you were expressly told not to.” His stern gray eyes
flick down and I realize that I’m sitting there with the shirt open and my
fingers spreading my pussy, almost as if I’m putting on a show for him. Oh
Goddess, what’s wrong with me?