Page 58 of Domination

He shakes his head in such a way it’s like he’s hearing my spiraling thoughts. “It houses things like laxatives to clear out a pet’s ass, pain relief for after impact play, condoms in case I want to switch between ass and pussy, ointment, lotions, and lubes. There’s also liquid ecstasy for enhancing a woman’s sex drive. Then over there”—he points toward a dark corner of the room, and my gaze follows—“is a cage, Gracie. An actual cage for when I want my pet locked up.”

My pulse races, and I use my hand to cover my heart. “I normally fuck more than one pet at any given time, so I’d have one in the cage begging to be let out, begging for me to fuck her while I take another.” His words are laced in shame, and I hate that more than I hate what he’s told me. Surprisingly, the only thing I feel is jealousy. If he thought this would put me off, he’s wrong.

“I don’t want to share you,” I admit. “I don’t want you to fuck other women, Daddy,” I say louder this time.

“Trust me, I don’t want to fuck other women either.” His eyes lock with mine, and I see the sincerity behind his words, and hope spears me to my core.

When he opens his mouth, I hang on every word. “Strip and bend over the bed.” His husky voice sounds almost detached, but excitement gathers in my center at the prospect of pleasing him.

Methodically, I disrobe, loving the way his pupilsdarken. Then I saunter over to the bed and bend over, resting my face on the mattress. With my feet still on the ground, I wait with heightened expectation. From the corner of my eye, I watch him go over to the shelf, and my pussy clenches as he selects something. I can’t make out what he’s carrying, but when he steps up behind me, every cell in my body is alive with anticipation coupled with need.

“Please, Daddy,” I whimper, unable to help myself.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Little Pet.”

I clutch the silk sheets.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“I won’t need it,” I pant with confidence, determined to take whatever he gives me.

A loud chuckle bounces off the walls. “Tell me what it is,” he says, trailing a finger down my spine, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

“Red.”

The air is electric between us.

“Bad little pets get their asses ruined.” I jolt at his words, and without warning, there’s a sound in the air I don’t recognize before a sharp throb of pain on my ass cheek makes me cry out. Without giving me time to adjust to the deep aching pain, there’s another, then another. Each makes my ass throb and my pussy clench as I scream out. “Fuck, that’s it, scream, Little Pet. Let Daddy hear those tears while you take his paddle.”

A paddle? Wetness slips between my legs caused by the sharp thwack of pain against my ass and the pure dominance flowing from Vinny.

My tears flow freely. I’m unable to hold them back, witheach smack to my ass causing a fresh sob as I tremble beneath him, completely submissive, my clit aching with need. So much so I rub myself against the sheets, hoping to receive some gratification.

“Fuck, you look good, Little Pet. Keep crying, keep crying for your daddy.” I realize now that he wants to break me, he wants me to plead for him so he can care for me after. He gets off on the pain of my cries as much as he gets off on the way he cares for me like no other, and before now, the sadist in him had been absent.

He grips my hair and pulls me to my feet, the rough handling catching me off guard. “Up! On your knees.”

I move quickly, almost stumbling over my own feet to fall to the floor at his command. “Open those lips, stretch your mouth around this thick cock.”

My lips part, and my eyes widen when a silicone cock is thrust between my lips, forcing me to gag. “That’s it, Little Pet, suck that cock like a needy slut.” His hips thrust forward with each pump of the cock, as though it’s his I’m taking. “This cock has been molded to match my own, look how you drool around it, Little Pet. So eager for Daddy’s cock you’re practically drooling over a silicone one.” He stares down at me through hooded eyes with such intensity I whimper around the object, delighting in the way his own cock tents his pants.

He withdraws the cock from my mouth, and a stream of spittle follows it, making him chuckle. “Up!” He grips my arm and pulls me to my feet, and I wince at the bite of pain behind the action. His rough handling of me is foreign but not unwanted. In fact, I crave it.

“Stand against the wall.” He points toward the clearwall, and my eyes knit together, unsure of what the wall is used for, but I do as he asks.

He follows behind me, each step causes my ass to throb, then he shocks the hell out of me by slamming the cock against the wall and only now do I realize it’s suctioned. “Give me your hands.” He holds his palm out for me, and I don’t even think to ask why, I simply do as he asks. He restrains me with cuffs attached to a chain on a hook above me. “I’m going to fuck your ass with that”—he tilts his head toward the suctioned cock—“while I bury my cock in your slick little cunt.”

He’s what?

“I’m going to fuck my baby into you while I stuff you with my cocks, Gracie.” He smirks.

Panic lances through my chest as my gaze bounces back and forth from the silicone cock to him.

He presses a button on the wall I hadn’t noticed until now, and slowly, I’m being lifted off the floor as horror fills my bloodstream for the first time since setting foot in here.

Holy shit, I’m being suspended.

“Wrap your legs around my waist, and I’ll make sure that cock doesn’t hurt you too much, Gracie.” There’s the familiar tenderness in his tone while using my given name, and I wrap my legs around his waist, melting as my muscles relax. “Good girl.” He nuzzles into my neck, and I swoon at his touch, my muscles becoming like putty in his strong hands.

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