The Art of Domination (48 page)

S
he wrinkles her nose at me again.

“A three-some
with her? That’s a repulsive and nauseating thought.”

“You might as well get used to it, Mistress Isabel. After your little performance here tonight, I’m sure more than Erika will be asking you to whip their ass.”

Isa’s cheeks glow with embarrassment.

“But
I’m a submissive,” she replies unconvincingly.

“No, love, y
ou’re a switch and it’s time you admit that.”

“But w
hat about you?” she asks, looking hurt.

“What about me?”

“You’re a Dom. Will you still be with me if I’m a switch?”

“I married you knowing full well you have
a propensity for Dominance, Isa. This last week has been tumultuous and trying for us and I know you’ve been trying to suppress those tendencies. I’m not sure exactly why you’ve been doing that, but I’m not going anywhere. And to be completely honest with you and with myself, I think maybe my needs and inclinations have shifted as well.”

“What does that mean?” she asks.

“I think you know what it means.”

“You’re a swit
ch, too?” she asks, looking surprised.

Shit
. I can’t bring myself to say it out loud, but maybe, just
maybe…

“
I like it when you’re in control of me, Isa. Not all of the time, but sometimes. I liked watching you take control of Erika, too, though that’s not something I’m eager to see you do with anyone else anytime soon.”

“But you’re a Dom.”

Isa caresses my arm and then circles her fingers over my chest.

“Yes,
I am. There’s no denying that and I want it to stay that way. I’m a Dom outside the bedroom, but behind dungeon doors, maybe we can share that roll.”

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?”

“Has it?” I ask. I raise my eyebrows at her, trying to insinuate that she hasn’t really been a Domme in the bedroom, only a semi-Domme.

“No, I
guess not completely,” she says softly.

She sits down on the barstool next to me and runs her finger along the edge of the bar. She looks so
bewildered right now, and I remember our first meeting in the café. She looks exactly the same; unsure of herself.

“We have a lifetime to
figure it out,” I reassure her.

Kerian and a several other members joins us after a few minutes. He’s watching Isa attentively, as are the submissives that are with their Doms.

“For never having scened before, you did quite well, Isabel. In both scenes,” Kerian comments.

Isa doesn’t make eye contact and politely thanks him. I’m guessing she forgot people were watching our first scene and the old self-conscious Isa is taking over.

I introduce Isa to the two submissives that are present. It would be nice if she could make a few friends with common interests that could help guide her and discuss this lifestyle from a woman’s perspective. The women are courteous and they immediately strike up a conversation.  We excuse all of them to go and make girl talk.

I keep my eye on Isa
, making sure she’s not being approached by anyone else and to ensure she’s comfortable in her surroundings. I won’t make the mistake again of getting caught up in conversation and losing track of her.

“You seem happy, Young,” Kerian says.

His statement dazes me a bit. “Yes, I am.”

“Excellent
. Maybe you’ll start coming around here more often. We miss seeing your face.”

“I thought perhaps
you’d seen plenty of it in the papers recently.”

“That doesn’t re
ally count. I don’t believe most of that nonsense anyway.”

“Good. You shouldn’t,” I say, looking over at Isa again.

“What’s going to happen with the man who attacked Isabel?”

“Not enough,” I say and I feel my anger bubble to the s
urface when I think about how Alex treated her.

Kerian sees my shift in mood and
summarily changes the subject.

“I read
that Isabel is an artist.”

“Ah, yes, s
he is; an amazing one, at that.  And I’m not just saying that because we share a bed.”

“No, no, o
f course not,” he says sarcastically and smiles.

“We’d love to have you come to her gallery show tomorrow if you have the time,” I tell Kerian.

“I don’t really have an eye for art, but I appreciate the invitation,” he graciously replies.

“Kerian, you would definitely have an eye for this kind of art. You should come. I’ll think you’ll be pleasantly surprised,” I tell him and wink at him.

“Oh, really? What kind of art is it?”

“Erotic,” I simply say.

“No kidding?” he says as he looks over at Isa. “Well then, it’s a date. I’ll see you two there.”

Feeling tired from the night’s activities, I gather my submissive and we leave.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I ask her as we walk out into the cold Denver night.

“Yes, I really did. Thank
you for bringing me. I hope we can come back soon.”

She leans into me as
she kisses me on the cheek.

“Definitely. What did you ladies talk about?”

“About our men, of course.”

“Oh
? And what did you tell them?” I ask feeling a bit self-conscious.

“The usual; the size of your dick; how great you look naked; t
he amazing orgasms you give me, etc., etc.,” she answers casually when we get into the Rover.

“Well, good. I’m glad to hear you mentioned all
of my better qualities.”

“You only have good qualities.  I wouldn’t have a bad thing to point out about you if I tried.
Well, except for your snoring, but that’s my secret until the day I die,” she grins at me.

“I do not snore,
” I say defensively.

“Sure, sure, sugar, w
hatever you say.”

I only
have good qualities
… that’s not true, but who am I to dispel her fantasy. We’re kidding around and her playful mood is uplifting, so I won’t ruin the moment with my confession about my parents. I keep trying to find the right time to tell her and it just never seems like an appropriate thing to bring up no matter the situation.

Sawyer calls me and assures me that everything is under control and that nothing suspicious was noted. When we get home, I maul Isa on the very short elevator ride to our bedroom. She
’s laughing and giggling incessantly while she bites my neck. She reaches over and pushes the stop button just before the doors open.

“I think maybe we should christen the elevator, don’t you?” she asks and gets on her knees.

Hell yes
. She unzips my pants and exposes my hard-on. She looks up at me seductively and runs her tongue the length of me. The tongue ring hits just the right spot and makes me grunt loudly. Her eyes stay open and lock into my gaze while she goes down on me. Her long bangs are falling in her eyes and I push them back so I can see the intense look she’s giving me.
Holy fuck, she’s
magnificent
. She sucks my ball sack while she strokes me firmly, and then laps up the small amount of precum at the head of my dick.  I pull her standing up and pin her against the elevator wall. I bury my face in her neck and bite her and slip my hand under her short skirt and into her wet pussy. She moans softly in my ear and grips me again and jerks me off some more.

Wanting to taste her,
I get on my knees and spread her legs wide enough to shove my face into her pussy. Her hands find my hair and tug at it hard. She thrusts her hips into my face, smothering me in her cunt. The leather jacket she’s wearing is rubbing against the wall of the elevator and the squeaking sound of it, along with the wet sounds coming from my eating her out and our heavy breathing and groaning are sexy as fuck. I stand up and lift one of her legs up over my shoulder and slide my cock into her, slowly. She tilts her pelvis up, giving me better access and arches her back when I fill her to the hilt. Her hands come down to her side and she presses her palms against the wall while meeting me thrust for thrust. The way her body is moving with mine and the smell of our mixed sex gives me an intense head rush.

Her hands come up, grab my face and she pulls me down to her level. My forehead is resting on he
rs and she breathes into my mouth.

“I lov
e the way you fuck me, Dylan.”

Holy fuck,
I love this woman.

Her hips start doing their dance, twir
ling and gyrating against me. The cool and warm sensation of orgasm starts to fill me. I’m close…
right there
. She’s hitting that spot on my cock, rubbing it and sliding against it with her rhythmic movements. She reads my body and picks up her pace.

“Give it to me, Sir. I want you to fill me,” she moans out.

Christ, what is this amazing woman doing to me?

I grab her face and kiss her hard, pushing my tongue into her
mouth. Her unique taste fills my senses and pushes me to the brink of release.
Right there…
I plunge into her harder, my balls slapping against her.  I want her to cum with me.

“Play with yourself,” I tell her and her hand quickly goes down to her clit. She encircles it and rubs against
it frantically, trying to find her release. She inhales and exhales quick and shallow with an occasional moan when I hit her G spot. I focus on a spot on the wall behind her, trying to hold out until she’s ready. Her pussy clenches around me with her orgasm and I let myself go, biting her neck as I release. She pants wildly and says my name in a voice that sounds out of this fucking world. I still inside her and then feel her cum soak us both. We both sink to the floor and tremble together in the wake of our post orgasmic aftermath. Our breathing slows and I reach up and hit the button so the doors open.

We both shakily stand and go the bat
hroom suite where I run bath water for us. It’s late and we’re both tired, but I want to wash off the evenings’ events. We both climb into the hot bubbly water and soak our troubles away.

“You were so amazing tonight,” I tell her while she sits between my knees and sponges me down.

Isa says nothing and only smiles.

“You want to know a secret?” I ask her.

She nods
yes
and continues washing me.

“I love you.”

She stops cleaning me, looks into my eyes and asks, “Why is that a secret?”

“Because if people knew how hard I’ve fallen for you, they wouldn’t take me seriously.”

She
shakes her head at me. “Well, it’s no secret that I love you and I’m not afraid to tell anyone who’ll listen,” she says as she moves down to my feet and massages them. 

“Why do you love me?” I ask. I want to hear her reasons.

She pinches my toes hard and makes me wince and then laughs.

“There are lots
of reasons. I love you because you’re kind and generous; because you’re funny when you don’t mean to be; because you don’t put up with any crap from people; because we’re the same kind of weird. But mostly because of the way you love me. Oh, and let us not forget, I love you because of the way you fuck me,” she says wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

She crawls between my legs and pecks me on the mouth. She listed all sorts of reasons, but nothing at all about the size of my
dick or my money. I wonder why?

“
What about my money and my dick?” I ask.

She looks aghast at my question.

“What about them?”

“Don’t you love those things, too?”

“No. I mean I yes, I love your dick, but I don’t love you because of it. And your money? Do you really think it makes a difference one way or the other to me that you have money? Hell, we’d probably be better off without it. Then our faces wouldn’t be plastered all over the place and no one would give two boogers what we do in our private lives,” she snorts at me. She moves away from me and sits at the far end of the tub and starts washing herself down.

I can’t argue with that logic. I both love and hate when she points out the obvious.

“You know, for being a genius, sometimes you ask the most dumb ass questions,” Isa says while she shakes her head at me.

“You want to know another secret?” I ask her.

She shrugs, obviously still irritated with me.

“I love your sassy mouth.”

***

He loves it?
I thought it irritated him. I’ll never figure this man out and I should just give up trying. I remember his comment about me belonging to him my whole life. When I look up at him, he’s watching me wash myself.