The Art of Domination (45 page)

“I want you on the bench,” he says as he points towards it. I quickly move to it and take my place. The smell of new leat
her is exhilarating. Dylan pushes my hair to the side and kisses my cheek.

“I’ll make i
t hurt, love. Just the way you want it,” he breathes into my ear.

He lifts my skirt and I can still feel his cum on my pussy and running down my inner thigh. I press my thighs together and Dylan pushes them back apart
gently. He moves to the rack with all the new whips and floggers. I can’t see what’s he picked out, but I hope it’s good. I hope it hurts like hell. I hope his punishment makes me cum like an oversexed whore.

“Are you ready, Isabel?” he asks.

I love the sound of his voice and the way he wields my full name like a weapon against me. “Yes, Sir, I’m ready.”

And then I feel it. The leather strikes my ass and
I immediately shriek out. My ass is still tender and tears fill my eyes. I hide my face in the leather and grip the bench tightly. He brings the leather across my ass over and over again. His breathing is slow and deep in comparison to my ragged and quick breaths. I want to see the look on his face when he does this.

“Can I look at you, Sir?” I ask sniffing back sobs.

“Why?” he asks, sounding genuinely perplexed by my request.

“Because I want to see how beautiful you look when you punish me,” I answer in complete honesty.

“Yes, look at me.”

I sit up slowly, trying to ignore
the pain in my bottom and turn around to face him. He’s standing with his feet apart, his hands at his side and his eyes are pitch black. He’s holding the whip in his left hand and I can see his erection pressing inside his pants. Dylan is motionless in front of me and I fall to my knees and hug his leg.

“I love you, Master,” I whisper.

He drops the whip to the floor with a thud and inhales sharply.

He pulls me up to my feet and carries me to the bed.
I lay on my stomach and he pulls my panties off. He gets out the PānX cream and rubs a thick layer over my welted and sensitive bottom. I whimper from the pain but the soothing touch of his hand and the numbing effects of the cream begin to arouse me again. I need release. I can feel my aching need building up again and I want him. I push my pelvis into the bed. Dylan reads my thoughts and slips his fingers into me and fingers me gently. I pull my arms behind me and he grips my wrists as he leans down onto me and he pushes his fingers deeper into me. His movements become rapid and I push my ass up towards his hand, wanting more of him inside of me. He slides another finger into me and finds my engorged little friend.

“Cum for me, baby girl,”

His words and his probing fingers give me the release I seek. I push against his hand and let go of my tension, soaking the bedding below me. While I lay shaking on the bed, Dylan gets a towel to clean me up. The cream has dried now and my ass feels a little better. Dylan gets onto the bed with me, pulls me into his arms and we lay together, holding on to one another for what seems like forever. He runs his fingers through my hair and hums a song in my ear.

“What are you humming?” I ask.

“Was I humming?”

“Yes.
Don’t stop. It sounds lovely.”

I look up at Dylan and he seem
s embarrassed. He’s so unpredictable. This man who has the world at his feet, is control of his himself in every possible way and everyone around him… how can he be so childlike sometimes? I have so much to learn about him. He doesn’t resume the humming, but I pick up where he left off and hum my own song for him; A-Ha, Take on Me. He laughs softly, pulls me closer, kisses the top of my head and I drift off to sleep.

When I wake, I’ve been moved to our bed.
I’ve only slept a short while and I’m hot from the leather outfit. I find Dylan in his walk-in closet, getting dressed. He’s wearing his dark blue navy suit with a black silk shirt underneath. The jacket is unbuttoned and his shirt is open at the neck. He’s casual in a very sexy business kind of way. He puts on his black oxford shoes and his look is complete.

“Hot damn,” I say, startling him.

He spins around and smiles crookedly at me.

“You like?”

“Yes, but why do you get to wear that and I have to wear this ridiculous get up?”

“It’s not ridiculous and because I’m the boss and you
’ll wear what I tell you to wear. Do I need to dig out our contract and remind you?” he asks casually while he adjusts the collar on his shirt and buttons the top button.

“I don’t need a reminder. I remember it quite well, thank you very much.”

“Good. Now get over here and help me with this tie.”

I walk over and help him with
the black silk tie he’s chosen to wear. He smells like a combination of sex, me and his own scent. I look into his eyes and grin at him.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks raising an eyebrow at me.

“How heavenly you smell.”

I go into the bathroom and attempt to manipulate the mess of curls on my head but Dylan grabs my hands and brings them to my sides.

“Leave it alone. I want you to have just fucked hair tonight.”

Whatever Sir wants, Sir gets.
  I put on some mascara, some lip gloss and make myself as pretty as I can. I apply a heavy layer of cover up to my battered eyes and powder my face. The bruises are still visible through the makeup, but they’re not nearly as obvious. I want to be a good representation of why Dylan has chosen me to belong to him and I want him to be proud to be seen with me. When I meet Dylan in the kitchen, he looks me up and down and smacks his lips.

“You look fucking magnificent.”

“Aw, shucks, thanks,” I tell him and bat my lashes at him.

I’m anxious for our arrival at the
club and the entire drive over Isa is playing with her ring. On occasion, she reaches over and fiddles with my ring as well. She’s obviously as nervous as I am. I grip her hand tightly because her fidgeting is driving me insane and to reassure her that we’ll be fine. When she starts clicking her tongue ring against her teeth, I about come unglued on her and I squeeze her hand even tighter. She looks up at me apologetically and smiles.

Sawyer and Murphy are following behind us and a few other members of our security team are already waiting at the club to make sure everything is safe for us. I’ve called ahead to let the club owners know of our arrival and to apologize for the security measures we have to take. They’re understanding and welcome our arrival.

We circle around the block several times to make sure we’re not being followed and that no reporters are stalking us either. Isa is wearing a long coat to cover her exposed legs and thighs. She keeps reaching underneath the jacket and trying to pull down the skirt, like it’s going to magically grow longer. She also keeps checking her chest as well and tucking herself in.

We arrive and I climb out o
f the Rover and offer my hand to help Isa out and she hesitates. Her eyes are wide with fear. I guess she’s hoping I’ll change my mind.
I don’t think so.

“Please, Dylan. Can
I go home and change?”

“No. Come now, y
ou look amazing. Listen, Isabel - I want you to be mindful of your surroundings when we get inside. I want you to watch and learn. I want you speak only when spoken to.  Now promise me you’ll be a good girl.” I give her the commands, but mostly I’m pleading with her.

“Of course, sugar
. I’ll make you proud to be my Master,” she says with darling eyes as she climbs out of the vehicle.

Chr
ist. Isa never ceases to amaze me. I take her by the hand and I’m reminded of our first encounter together. I’m just as apprehensive now as I was then, maybe even more so. It seems like a lifetime ago, though in actuality, it wasn’t that long ago at all. Sawyer and Murphy meet us at the door and decide to hang out front and keep an eye on the goings on.

I lead Isa inside and we go through the usual protocol of being asked for membership cards and ID.

Once inside, the usual sounds and smells tantalize our senses. Isa looks up at me and this time, she’s not frightened like she was before. I take her coat off and someone takes it from me. Several people look over at her and look her up and down, including several women. Isa’s cheeks flush and she tries to hide behind me, but I guide to stand next to me. She starts playing with her skirt and attempts to pull it down again and I reach over and smack her ass firmly.

“Enough. You look fine.”

She jumps and looks down at the floor. We go to the bar area where the owner and club manager join us.

“Good to see you, Young. It’s been a long time. I hear you’ve had a bit of bad luck lately,” Kerian, the owner, says.

“You could say that,” I respond. I take a seat on a barstool while Isa stands to my right and watches me.

Kerian
takes one look at Isa’s face and comments to her as well. “I see you’ve had a rough time yourself. Are you alright, kitten?”

Isa’s
eyes dart up to me and I nod for her to answer him.

“Yes, Sir,
I’m fine. Thank you for asking,” she replies graciously.

“So who is this
?” Derrick, the manager, asks, nodding towards Isa.

“This is Isabel, my wife and submissive.”

Kerian smiles wickedly. “You’re setting a dangerous precedent by marrying your submissive. You’ll make the rest of us look bad,” he says as he winks at me.

“How long has she belonged to you?” Derrick asks as his eyes move and down Isa’s body.

“She’s belonged to me her whole life, but I only got my hands on her five months ago,” I say as I look over at Isa.

Isa shifts with my
comment, she smiles ever so slightly, and then presses her thighs together.
I guess she liked what I said
. I reach my hand underneath her skirt and squeeze her cheek.  She winces and Kerian raises his eyebrows.

“Did your little pet
receive some punishment?” he asks.

“
Yes, a bit of punishment and a bit of pleasure. She has a sassy mouth, but that’s something we’re working on. Isn’t that right, love?” I ask Isa.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

“Show us,” Derrick states firmly.

Isa never once takes her eyes off of me and doesn’
t move to Derrick’s request.
That’s my girl.

“Show them, Isabel.”

When I give the command, only then does Isa turn around and lift her skirt to show off her red bottom. I see her face flush blood red and she scans the floor, but she remains with her skirt lifted showing off her fantastic hand printed ass.

B
oth Kerian and Derrick voice their approval simultaneously.

“Is she here to learn?” Derrick asks.

“She’s here to watch
and
learn.”

“Is she free to scene with other Doms
or hotwife?” he asks.

It’s
quite evident that he fancies my wife.

“No, s
he’s still too new at this. Anyway, I have no intentions of sharing her.”

I motion for Isa to put her sk
irt back down and turn to face us.

“
That’s disappointing to hear. She looks incredible in that leather. What does she have on underneath?” Derrick says still ogling my wife.

“Only what’s necessary.”

Kerian chimes up, “Are you going to scene with her tonight?”

“Most definitely. It’s something I’ve been looking forward to.”

Isa’s eyes round with surprise and her mouth twitches as if
she wants to say something. Her reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by Derrick and Kerian. Derrick raises his eyebrows at her and then looks back to me.

“Is there something you want to say, Isabel?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at her.

She pauses and I think perhaps her sassy mouth is going to ruin the night.

“Only a question, Sir,” she answers obediently. Her eyes flare, but she remains stoic and keeps her eyes on my mouth. She’s struggling to be submissive, but she doesn’t fail me.

“What is it?”
I ask, surprised that she’s being so courteous.

“What does hotwife mean?”

All three of us burst into laughter at Isa’s question and she looks down at her hand and starts twirling her ring frantically.

“Derrick, wo
uld you care to explain?” I tell him.

“Certainly,
I love educating a new submissive. Hotwife, my dear, is when a married woman has sexual relations with other men with her husband’s approval. Usually while the husband watches her or joins in,” Derrick states very professionally.  He runs his index finger over his mouth as he once again looks Isa up and down, his eyes stopping on her cleavage.
Jesus Christ. I’m surprised he isn’t drooling on himself.