She tasted fucking fantastic.
The beast inside me roared his approval.
Simultaneously, I took one nipple between my teeth in a firm grip and twisted the other sharply with my fingers.
“Ah,” she moaned.
“Do you want me to fuck these gorgeous tits, Giselle?” I asked.
“Please, please, please, sir.”
“What if I don’t want to? What if, instead, I want to slide into your sweet pussy and fuck you until you beg me to stop?”
She panted heavily in response.
“What if I want to flip you over onto your hands and knees, take my belt to your ass and make you come in my mouth before I come all over your back?”
A shudder wracked her body and a little gasp exploded from her lips. That one. That was the one she wanted. It didn’t really surprise me, Elle loved it when I did anything to her sweet, round behind.
Moving quickly, I undid the ties around her ankles and ordered, “Turn over. Hands and knees. Get that ass high up in the air for me, Elle.”
She scrambled to obey, planting her face in the covers and curving her back so low it had to be painful. I ran a hand over her cheeks and spread them. Her pussy was so wet that her juices had dripped down her inner thighs. Unable to help myself, I licked the trail up her meaty thigh into her pussy and right up to her asshole.
She tasted like pure heaven.
As I retrieved my belt from the ground, I wondered if I was moving too fast. Her body was utterly pliant under my hands, my commands, but BDSM was about trust and she was new to the game. It was easy to forget that, given how beautifully she submitted but I didn’t want to take her too far because she was ready. Her absolute trust in me was too precious to squander, her body too beautiful to brutalize, her mind too steeped in past sexual abuse to ever allow me to take her sexual sincerity lightly.
Sensing my hesitation, Giselle wriggled her ass in my face and said, “Sir? Please.”
“Please, what?” I asked, running a hand over her buttocks again to comfort her, to comfort me.
“I, I want you to take your belt to my ass. I want you to, um, make me come on your mouth and then I want you to come on me,” she murmured.
Fuck, but she was perfect. Too good for me. But I was a selfish guy and I was willing to take it despite my merit.
Without further qualm, I looped my leather belt in my hands and gave my siren what she and I both wanted.
I sat in the dark hours later, the light of my laptop screen the only illumination in our suite. Giselle was asleep on the bed, exhausted from our hours of rigorous play. I hadn’t been easy on her - her ass was red from my belt, stripped like a candy cane, and I had left no place untouched by my fingers, tongue and cock. It was too much when she was already tired from our play on the plane and I’d acted like a rookie Dominant playing with a shiny new toy. But the truth was, even though I had had her before, I’d never owned her. Not like this. My dick stirred in my pants even as I thought about it. The fact that I could mark her now, brand her with sex and pain, my name carved into her voice box with every grateful shout of her ecstasy, it wasn’t something I imagined I would ever get enough of.
My mind wondered to all the things I could introduce her to in the lifestyle. I didn’t want to dominate her outside of the bedroom, not really, but I loved the idea of sending her to the gallery without panties on, of making her touch herself in the bathroom, of ordering her to wait by the door for me when I came home, her forehead to the ground and her naked ass raised in offering the second I came through the door.
As if conjured by my runaway, deviant thoughts, my email pinged with a note from Elena. I stiffened, my cursor lingering over the notification. I deeply wanted to ignore her, isolate myself from the reality of New York so that I could fully enjoy my time in Paris with Giselle but I also knew it was my responsibility to Elena to deal with the situation.
So, I opened the email.
To: Daniel Sinclair
From: Elena Lombardi
Subject: Your Depravity.
Daniel,
I meant what I said yesterday. If you cannot respect my wishes regarding your immediate extradition from my family dynamics, I will be forced to divulge not only the nature of our separation (i.e. your infidelity) but also the truth about your sexual proclivities. You may think I know nothing about your disgusting ‘scene’ but I’m a lawyer, I’ve researched and even represented victims of the “BDSM’ lifestyle. Do you not remember my involvement in the Gian Gomeshi trail last year? You like to hit women, Daniel, you get off on causing them pain and forcing them to do things that they normally never would. I don’t know how you live with yourself for that. It would be another thing if you tried to restrain yourself but obviously, you’ve found some poor victim to take your deviancies out on and that is why you are no longer attracted to me. I’m not sorry that I never let you beat me but I am sorry that I thought for even a moment that you were capable of a normal, loving relationship. For her sake, I hope the whore you are supposedly ‘in love’ with has good health insurance. And I hope she knows whatever sick relationship you have isn’t real love.