A Dominant Man (22 page)

“I’m going to tie y
ou up. I want you to put your arms out to your side, shoulder height. Do you understand, Gabrielle?”

“Yes, Mr. Hunt.”

Without hesitation, I do as commanded, and he ties up my wrists with a cool, smooth material. I dare not look with hopes of pleasing him.

“Good girl. You’re going to be an excellent sub,” he commends.

Hunt’s expert hands unhook my garter straps and slowly strip off my stockings, one at a time. He slips his fingers along the inside of my panties, caressing my cheeks, gliding it along my soft, wet lips.

“I feel the same way, angel. I’m fucking hard for you.”

“I can fix that, Mr. Hunt.”

He hooks his finger about
the crouch of my panties, yanking them off and, at an excruciatingly unhurried speed, inserts his long digit deep inside me, grazing my G-spot.

“I know you can with this perfect
ly tight cunt of yours.” He removes his finger agonizingly slow and spreads my legs. He ties up my ankles. “You’re staggering all trussed up like this.”

I’m eager to see him in his mask.

“Please, may I see you, Mr. Hunt?”

He
obliges, stepping through my binds, revealing himself in all his masculine glory. His green eyes pop from the depths of the black mask. I’m panting for him, my chest heaving, knees weak.

“I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

I don’t know why I said it, but it’s true. He’s too good looking, caring, loving, his wounded soul speaks to me. His very being entrances me.

“Yes, and right now, your body’s mine.” He jerks down the cups of my bra, allowing my breast to spring free. “Your breasts are mouthwateringly full and perky.”

Damian lunges his mouth onto my hard, tender nipple, sucking and biting while the other is between his masterful pinching, tugging fingers. I want to run my fingers through his hair, grab onto him, but I can’t, and it drives me crazy.

He rips his delicious mouth away and stares me in the eye with a cool, hard gaze.

“If at any point, this is too much for you, let me know.”

“Ok,” I breathe out.

He sinks his lips onto mine for an instant, and then they’re gone.

“I’m going to spank you. I’m only feeling you out, testing your pain threshold to see how far I can go with you. I
will ask your permission before each act, and I won’t do anything you don’t desire. Normally, I would discuss limits with you beforehand, but this is a test run. We’re working out the kinks, so to speak. If you’re a good girl and do as I command, I’ll fuck you senseless. Do you understand what I just told you?”

The muscles clench deep down in my stomach as electric currents zap down to my overly sensitive clit, and I moan.

“Yes, Mr. Hunt.”

He prowls back around.

“I want you to pick your safeword. This will let me know when it becomes too much for you, and I’ll stop immediately.”

I think for a moment
and reply, “Muffin.”

I can sense the grin on his face.

“I’m going to start you off with my hand. I will begin with firm snaps and increase the intensity as I see fit. Once I reach a level you can’t withstand, I will cease, but you must use your safeword. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Hunt, I do.”

“Good girl. Before I begin, you must understand not to tighten your body when being whipped, cropped, slapped, paddled, belted, strapped, spanked, and anally or vaginally pumped. When you clench your body, it tends to hurt more, and hinders your capability to display expressions and emotions. Plus, I enjoy watching your flesh ripple.”

I can hear the grin
spread across his masked face, in his tone, and I smile to myself. “Remember to breathe, keep yourself relaxed and remain still. I need you as still as possible, Gabrielle. Clear?”

“Yes, Mr. Hunt, crystal.”

Damian’s arm hooks around my waist as his other hand rubs my cheeks. The act is tender and gentle, easing me into a soothed state. Then he comes down on me sharply with a loud flesh on flesh snap, but it doesn’t hurt, only stings a little. I like it and let out a pleased whimper…I want more.

“Harder,” I plead.

He comes down on me again, on the opposite cheek this time.

“More?”

“Yes, please,” I moan, and his hand makes mind-altering contact with the fleshy curve of my ass. With every spectacular blow, I sense something shifting in me, slipping away, a loss of inhibition, time, and self.

“Don’t stop!” I cry.

He whales on me rigorously, switching sides with every thrash of his hand, increasing the force with each slap. The burning is sensational, every blow sending rushes of adrenaline through me. I listen to his harsh breathing and the sound of his skin as it makes sweet contact with my stinging flesh. I jolt into his grasp, keeping me from hurling forward.

I clasp the smooth ropes and clench tightly as every delicious swipe agitates my already smoldering flesh. I whimper and moan from his aggressive touch.

He relinquishes abruptly. I can’t help myself, and I glance over my shoulder at him. He’s panting, a sheen of sweat on his skin, staring at me with a gleam in his eyes from the depths of the black mask.

“What’s the matter, Mr. Hunt?” I ask panicky, hoping I haven’t done anything wrong. I really want him to take me. He lifts his bright red palm, and it’s almost to the point of being purple.

“You hurt me,” he growls.

I clamp down on my bottom lip, fighting to keep a smile from spreading across my face, but
I’m losing the battle.

“Sorry,” I apologize with a shit face grin spreading from cheek to cheek.

“Don’t be. This has never happened before. I’m impressed.” He struts back in front of me and leans into to my ear. “You were made for me,” he purrs.

He takes a few steps back and begins to undress, letting me watch him u
nveil his solid body, keeping his face hidden behind the intimidating mask. I scan his physique greedily. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking.

He unties the restraints from my wrists and bends down t
o free my ankles. I peek at my shackles, a long, braided silk rope that comes out from small hidden compartments in the wall. The ropes span the width of the large bedroom.

“
Go stand at the side of the bed with your head down, legs spread slightly, and hands clasped behind your back.

I toddle over to the naval height bed as the song ends and repeats. I do what I assume is the submissive stance. Th
e faux fur comforter’s soft fibers tickle my sensitive flesh, gently caressing my lower region. I glance up and spot what he threw on the bed, a pair of handcuffs and a mouth bit with a long cylinder mouthpiece and harness.

“Would you like to continue?” he inquires, standing right behind me. I don’t notice him creep up until his silky breath sweeps across my neck. Hunt’s heavy erect cock is pressing into my rear and clasped hands.

“I’m going to fuck you. Whether you want to use these or not. You have done very well, and for that reason, you deserve to be generously rewarded.”

“Yes, I want to play, Mr. Hunt,” I pant.

He picks up the handcuffs off the bed, and the cold bite of steel clamps onto my wrists. He grabs the gag.

“Open wide,” he directs. I part my lips, and he places the black bit in my mouth, strapping it onto my head. The t
aste of leather coats my tongue and I wince at the foreign flavor. “Still want to play?”

I shake my head
with great enthusiasm.

“That’s my naughty girl,” he responds with pride. “If you want to stop depending o
n the position hold up a finger or tap me. Understand?”

I shake my head again.

He grips the nape of my neck and lays me halfway on the bed, so I’m bent over in front of him, ass hanging over the side. The fur’s feathery soft touch against my aware flesh is delectable.

  “Your
cheeks are a beautiful shade of red, it’s such a fucking turn on.”

He gives another rough smack and then proceeds to massage a cool
ing cream onto my raw posterior. He uses his long, competent fingers to knead and work the soothing cream into my sore flesh, and I moan appreciatively. Before the sting subsides, his tongue is on my clit, attacking it with concentrated flicks.

His finger slides in and out, giving me the urge to have a much larger append
age shoved in there. He slowly circles it inside me, caressing my pleasure zone, pushing me closer to the edge. I arc and wriggle as my body tightens and toes curl. His tongue twirls and twines with expert precision. He moans, devouring me hungrily. His hand comes down sharply on my stinging flesh, and I growl through my gag.

“You’re my favorite flavor.”

Hunt’s words swim through me, causing me to spasm and moan. My body tenses further, I’m completely wound up until one final swift lick of his velvety tongue causes me to erupt, trembling violently as I have an all-consuming orgasm. I moan loudly, but the gag muffles it.

I start to come down, and his big cock slams into me, thrusting me forward into the mattress. His fingers clench onto my hips as he shoves himself in and out, over and over, dragging me into his voracious plunges, carnal groans escaping his
luscious lips with every drub.

“Fuck,” Hunt
growls, grasping one of my legs and flipping me over, still pounding into me. I stare helplessly into his eyes, drinking in this dominant, masked vision taking pleasure in me.

My legs rest against his torso
, as he desperately clings onto my thighs, continuing his delicious assault on my clenching core.

He extr
acts himself to the tip, thrusting a few shallow dips, then smashes me onto him to the hilt. I groan out at the sudden fullness. My body writhes and bows. He keeps himself there,  undulating his hips. I want to touch and grab him.

“Gabrielle,” he
breathes through clamped teeth and releases my thighs, scooping me up with one arm up my back while the other cradles my ass. He turns to sit us on the bed and lies back so I’m straddling him. Damian’s hands clamp onto my hips, thumbs running along the crease between thigh and cleft.

He sets our furious pace by heaving me onto him and bucking his hips. I catch his rhythm, and we move together perfectly. Each time I come down, making contact with his firm thighs, I stifle out a moan. My head flings back as I succumb to him wholly.

Hunt sits up and folds his arms around me. I hear the click of the cuffs opening, releasing my hands, freeing me. He unbuckles the gag, which falls out when I stretch my jaw.

“I yearn to hear you, feel your touch.”

“I need to see you,” I breathe out, “May I, Mr. Hunt?”

“Yes, Gabrielle, you may.”

I reach behind his head and untie the string holding on the mask. I unmask him to reveal the beauty underneath, chucking it on the bed next to us. There’s something hauntingly poetic in the act.

We hold each other and rock our bodies together. I whim
per into his ear, moving myself along his stiff member, meeting his exuberant thrusts with a swivel of the hips.

Our drives are relentless, bringing each other closer to divine release, fucking with fervid need until we can’t hold on any longer and explode around the other. We cry out impassioned moans, unraveling in a hot sweaty embrace. My body goes limp as he releases his soothing, liquid orgasm into me. Our breathing is stressed as we fall to the mattress kissing, stroking, and petting.

“That was...” Hunt says, tickling me.

“Mind-blowing,” I finish.

Hunt’s long fingers caress the length of my back while he kisses the crown of my head tenderly.

I rest my fragile, shaking body on his, my eyes heavy with a sexual high that leaves me foggy, unsure of what’s h
appening around me. My mind has quite literally been blown.

I cling to him in a desperate attempt to anchor myself, bring myself back from wherever I’ve just been. Once I’ve managed to level myself out a bit, Hunt asks, “Was everything to your satisfaction?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Anything you didn’t enjoy?”

“No, everything was…” I’m at a loss for words. “You?”

“Perfection,” he replies, enfolding me securely in his arms.

He lifts me up to bury his face in my neck, inhaling deeply and breathing out a long sigh of relief, I’m guessing. He caresses my neck with his lips, his warm breath heating up the flesh, and I whimper, digging my face into his shoulder. I tighten my grip on him and hold him close to me, melding us.

“I love this. I love us,” he murmurs from the crook of my neck, and I shut my eyes, allowing his heart to sooth me, bringing me back to reality.

“I love us, too.”

“You’re everything to me.”

“What happened to I don’t do intimate, Mr. Damsel Fucker?”

“I still am, only now I wish to make the beautiful damsel mine, to keep and protect her, worship and admire.”