Page 240 of The Dommes

I sound like the Domme I’m still playing. Hey, I don’t mind that sort of situation. Ira’s more than welcome to follow my orders, especially if it gets her pinning me against my bed.

Who said I had to be on top to Top?

“You’re right,” she grunts, holding my legs up as she pushes into my wet entrance. “I do want to fuck you.”

That tone to her voice. That glint in her eye. She’s still in the head of a Domme as well.

This is… going to be interesting.

Sure enough, the next two minutes are a loud, pleasure-feasting blur as Ira drives herself into me, sparing the gentleness as she takes me roughly enough to put me in my place. I don’t fall for that, however. Didn’t she see me out there? This is my house. That was my sub I was sharing with her. She should feel honored that I let her express any sort of domination at all tonight. And now she thinks she’s going to overpower me? She thinks this sex we’re having is about me deferring to her?

I don’t think so.

I bite her lip, hearing her groan in my ear as she uses all of her strength to keep me down. Her body, her determination are making me so hot that I feel myself opening up to take everything we have. Ira’s kisses are both a blessing and sheer poison. They make me do things I would never otherwise consider.

“Fuck me, my prince.” I’m embarrassingly famished, but not so much that I care what comes out of my mouth. All I care about is what’s happening in my other lips. “Fuck me and claim me as yours.”

To my utter consternation, Ira pulls out. Just as I’m about to kneel and put my lips on her, however, she pushes me back down, turning me over and lifting my ass into the air.

“Shut up,” she mutters, hooking her hands beneath my thighs so they’re spread and ready for her to enter me again. “The only words I want to hear are the sounds of you coming.”

Try me, Ira.

All right, ah shit, I am pathetic and ridiculous. The moment she thrusts into me, wrapping her hand in my hair and holding me down by the neck so I can’t even lift my head, I’m done.

I’m hers. Hers.

Body, mind, soul. It scares me how quickly I slip into this role. I don’t even think about it. I do it because it feels right and because I want it.

I’m not scared anymore. If anything, I feel empowered, because this woman understands me and won’t let me feel anything but aroused and pleasured.

Oh, and her too, I guess.

“Are you mine, Katie?” she asks, stilling herself inside me, wedged deep and filling me to every brim I possess. “At the end of the day, do you belong to me?”

My fingers grip my bedspread. I want to cry, because I’m so hungry for release that she is torturing me. She’s so close to taking me to the edge and over it. If she went another thirty seconds…

“Yes, Mistress,” I whimper. “I’m yours.”

“Then you better make sure I know.”

She moves again. I start to die.

“Yes, please, fuck me, Mistress!” I can only lift my arms, but my hands are content to stay splayed against the bed. My head is heavy beneath her palm. My breasts are crushed beneath me. My knees dig into the edge of my bed, my ass so high that every thrust pushes her deeper and deeper within me. “Take me!”

I want her to come as much as I want to come. I want to feel it spread through me like a burning fire, to claim me, to mark me as hers for the rest of my life. I know she’s mine. I’ll always know that this beast belongs to me. Right now, though, I need to feel the undying truth that my body and my heart belong to her as well.

Go ahead, Ira. Take me however you please.

Punish me.

When she spanks the side of my ass, holding still inside me, I am neither surprised nor scared. I feel shocks of pleasure zip through me. The pain is… exquisite.

“You’re out there, telling me what to do, making me touch another woman while you got to have all the fun of fucking with her head.” Another spank. I shriek into the comforter, willing my legs apart so she can claim all of me. “You get me so bothered that it’s taking every ounce of my self-restraint to keep from being an uncontrolled creature out there. Do you know what I wanted to do, Katie?”

I whimper. “No, Mistress. What did you want to do?”

I yelp as she spanks me again. “I wanted to fuck that ass you made me get so red. You made me want to throw you on the floor and fuck you like this in front of that woman. I wanted to punish you both for turning me into this animal that I am.”

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