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Authors: Ella Dominguez

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“Do you fully intend to go through
with this no limits bullshit?” he asks me.

Now’s my chance to back out, but I know that’s what Dylan is expecting
me to do. I want to show him that I can do this for him; if it’s what he really wants and needs. I can be just as good as Erika and I’ll prove that to him.
I can do this.
I can do this,
I repeat over and over, trying to convince myself that I really can.

“Yes, Sir,
” I whisper, but my shaky voice betrays my doubtfulness. I bite down on my bottom lip trying to control its quivering. Dylan’s eyes flick to my mouth and he frowns and blinks hard, leaving his eyes closed for just a moment.

“You don’t have to do this, Isabel.”

“Yes, Sir, I do. I want what you want,” I say to him. He can deny to me all he wants that he doesn’t desire this, but I know Dylan and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he does. He yearns for this kind of control. Erika showing up in our lives has shown me that. I love him. I want this for Dylan just as much as I want this for myself. I want to prove to him and to myself that I can be the submissive that he wants; that he
needs
. I can do this. I can do this.

Dylan sets the items back down momentarily while he puts some music on the stereo. It’s loud and hard, with a bass that booms deep in
my belly. He turns it up louder and moves back in front of the swing. He picks up the cat and stands in front of me. Dylan closes his eyes and swivels his neck around and cracks it. When he opens his eyes – he looks fierce and magnetic. I concentrate on his eyes and how hypnotic he looks when he’s in complete control.  His eyes dilate and his skilled tongue slicks across his lips.
I can do this.

Swiftly
and without warning, he brings the cat down across my stomach. The sensation sends embers of pain throughout my body. I wince and scream out unintentionally.  I close my eyes and bite down on my lip again. Dylan brings the cat down again, over my thighs and calves with short flicking motions, over and over, then followed by a hard snap across my crotch. I scream out again as the pain shocks my system. It feels amazing, excruciating and delicious and I feel my pussy get wet. I open my eyes again and Dylan is watching me fixedly. He leans down and spits on my already wet slit and then slowly inserts the massive dildo. I contract down on it, feeling my nerves kicking in. 

He
moves it in and out slowly in an upward motion that hits lady G unexpectedly and I flinch from the intensity. My breathing becomes shallow and rapid as he works it in and out of me, going deeper and hitting my cervix. The pain is overwhelming.
Maybe I really can’t do this.

I look down at Dylan’s hard-on and a small amount of precum h
as started to trickle down his shaft.
I want it.
I feel as though I’m about to cum when the dildo is abruptly removed and the cat is brought down hard again across my clit. I scream out again, even louder, but my voice is drowned out by the loud heavy rock music.
What song is this?
I like it. It’s sexy fucking music whatever it is. I concentrate on the words and how damned gorgeous my husband is. Yes. He’s
my husband
. He’s mine forever, I remind myself.
Fuck Erika. He’s mine
. Only I can give him what he needs now.

Again, the cat comes down harshly and I shriek.
Dylan walks over to the tallboy and gets the lube out. Then he starts fucking me with the dildo again while he lubes up my ass.
Oh, hell.
He doesn’t really plan on doing
that,
does he?

Yes, he does
. After loosening up my ass with his fingers, he slowly pushes his hard dick into it while he still moves the dildo in and out of my pussy.

Holy double stuff.
I can do this. I can do this.
I feel full and uncomfortable and start to wriggle my ass around, but with his free hand, he grips my hip bone and squeezes hard, effectively stopping my movements. He pushes deeper into my ass and I hear myself moaning out something unintelligible. I’m on the verge of coming and crying, and his free hand moves up to my clit. Oh my God. I can’t take this. He’s hitting my cervix with the dildo and the pain is intensifying beyond anything I anticipated, but the sweet pleasure in my bottom and my clit are balancing out the pain in an unexpected way.

“Do you like this, Isa? Do you
really
like this?”

I c
an’t lie to him. “Yes, yes, Sir,” I squeal out like an oversexed little slut. Again, just as I’m about to cum, he pulls out of me completely, both with his dick and the dildo, and reaches for the cat. I’m squirming from my need for release and I start to beg.

“Please, Master. Please…”

Dylan smiles wickedly and brings the cat down forcefully and hard one last time over my pussy. The leather hits my clit and with that, I cum hard, with a fantastically glorious spray like a waterfall releasing from me. I’m shaking and quivering from my post orgasmic state when Dylan moves to my head, tips the swing down further and thrusts into my mouth.

This time I concentrate on breathing. I’m still gagging at how deep he’s going, but I don’t mind this time. This is dirty and I love it. He’s holding onto the swing and pushing himself deeper into the back of my throat, pulling out occasionally to let me catch my breath
. I’m drooling on myself and I don’t care. Fuck embarrassment and self-consciousness right now. This is what he wants. When he looks down at me, he looks 100% bad ass. Again, he thrusts into my mouth. After several pumps, he pulls out.

“Open your mouth, love,” h
e orders.

He strokes himself into my open mou
th, watching me possessively as I drink up his warm cum. When he’s done, I lick my lips, not wanting to waste any of it. He sinks to his knees and kisses me while I’m still upside down.

“What
the fuck are you doing to me?” he whispers in my mouth.

“What
ever you want, Sir.”

 

 

Chapter 16
Dylan

I can’t tell if this is something Isa really wants or not. Her mouth tells me yes, but something in her eyes says ‘maybe.’ I know she has a dominant side like me, so how long can she go on pretending that she
can be a full submissive?

She lays in the swing watching me keenly as I catch my breath and she
looks stunning. She took the pain that I doled out admirably. And to be fucked the way she just was? I’m surprised she was able to tolerate that. I could’ve done so much more, but despite what she says about no limits, I won’t abide by that. It’s my duty as her Dominant and her husband, to push the limits that I know she has, to seduce consent out of her, not to torture her. Doesn’t she understand that?

I unstrap her from the swing,
carry her to the bed, and get a warm wet washcloth to clean her up a bit.

“I can do that myself, Sir,” s
he replies, trying to take the washcloth from me.

“No. It’s my job to do this for you, so let me.”  I clean her face, then her sensitive areas and she winces.  “Was that too much?” I ask her.

“No, Sir,” she says without looking me in the eyes.

I raise her chin to look at me. “Tell me the truth.  This relationship can’t work unless we completely trust each other and I don’t know what’s too much for you if you don’t tell me.”

She blinks rapidly, but looks away again.

“Isa, talk to me.”

“Was it too much for Erika?”

Oh, Christ
.
“This isn’t about Erika. This is about you and what you can handle.”

“I can handle whatever she can.”

“Seriously, Isa, I don’t want to talk about that woman anymore. You’re not Erika.”

She shoots me a look of hurt. “I know I’m not Erika, but thank you for reminding me. I’m doing my best to be like her for you so maybe,
just maybe
, you can cut me some slack,” she says fidgeting with her ring.

Shit
. “Isa, I didn’t mean it like that,” I stutter out.

“Yes, you did, b
ut it’s not my place to question you, so that’s fine.”

“God damn it.
I don’t want you to be like Erika, okay? I just want you to let me be the Dom I was born to be.”

“Like Erika did?”

“Jesus. This is going nowhere. I’m done talking about her. I married you. I’m with you. I don’t fucking want Erika. If I did, I would’ve have taken her up on her offer of being her Dom again.”

Isa’
s eyes narrow at me and for the first time in almost 24 hours, I see the real Isabel come out.

“So she didn’t just want you to find an
other Dom for her; she wanted you.”

I sigh, regretting my confession. “Yes.”

“So that was another lie,” Isa remarks and her eyes flare and turn the color of burnt amber.

“No, it wasn’t a lie. I simply left that part out. After I rejected her, she told me to find her another Dom,” I reply, narrowly escaping Isa’s wrath.

“A lie by omission is still a lie, Dylan, but whatever. If I ever meet that woman, I swear I’ll kick her ass straight to hell,” she says furiously.

She’s right but, still…
“Well it’s good see the real Isa come out.”

Her eyes widen at me
and she stutters as if she forgot what her goal was. She blushes an adorable shade of pink and then looks down at her twisted hands.

“I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

“It most certainly will, because I don’t want some fake submissive bullshit from you. I want the real Isa. I want the conflict that we have between us. If you’re always perfect, then what chance do I have to punish you the way I like? How can I push your limits if you don’t have any?”

Isa frowns and looks bewildered. “I don’t understand. I thought you wanted
me to be perfectly submissive and to obey you without question. Like Erika.”

I sigh loudly at her.
“I do want you to be submissive, in the way that you know how to be. Yes, it would be ideal if you always obeyed me and were less defiant, but I know that’s not who you are. I’m not trying to change you, Isa. I wish you could see that. I wish you would stop comparing yourself that woman.”

“Bu
t she gave you what you need,” she says as her eyes gloss over.

“Yes, s
he did; at the time that I needed it. I’ve already told you I was a different person then. My needs were different. Erika was… she was… it’s hard to explain. The things I did to her were… I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Why can’t you
just admit that you loved her?”

“Because I didn’t love her.
I’ve already told you that and I’m not going to say it again. If it makes you feel better to imagine that I needed to love her to justify the things I did to her, then you go ahead and tell yourself that.  She was a fuck, Isa. A fuck who let me do the things I fantasized about.”

“How can you be so cold? Is that what you’re going to say about me in two years? That
I was just a fuck?”

“I already told you that I don’t want to hear that bullshit
from you again,” I tell her sternly as I grab her face. “Get it through your thick skull, I love you.
I fucking love you.
I married
you
.  I don’t want anyone but
you
.  Erika did the things she did with me for one reason only, money. She agreed to the things I did to her for one reason only,
money
. She was with me for one reason only,
money
. She hurt me in a way no one ever has and she destroyed what little trust I had in people, but you changed that. Now if you don’t drop this shit and stop comparing yourself to her, I
will
paddle your ass and I promise you won’t be able to sit for longer than a week. As for the contract that you destroyed with your absurd ideas… you’re going to sit your ass down at my computer and fix it like it was before. I’m done here. Get your obstinate ass dressed and make us some lunch,” I tell her. I’m both irritated and relieved at the same time, but I’ve seriously had enough of this conversation.

When I look back at Is
a, she’s staring at me with big bright eyes.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask her.

“Nothing, Sir,” she says as she gets up from the bed and starts to dress herself.

Nice. Let’s see how long she can last before Domme Isa rears her sexy head.

We both go into the kitchen where Isa starts digging things out of the fridge. I stand momentarily watching her. She really took that double stuff well. I should’ve done that to her long ago. Isa surprises me at every turn. I’m itching to take her to the Dark Asylum club and initiate her with the protocols and rules of being a proper submissive. She seems more eager than ever to learn to be a true submissive so it only seems appropriate. Of course, it’s because she’s comparing herself to that no-good for nothing bitch. Nonetheless, even after I just told her to knock it off, she’s still being very good.

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