Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Domi
Fucking ginger lube.
She didn’t need to ask Master Mitch why the slight burn from the plug’s insertion was increasing instead of decreasing.
Intensifying.
Tingling.
Driving her wild while doing nothing to satisfy her.
The actual size of the plug had barely even stung, nestling inside easily, making her feel filled but not full. She wanted to be full so bad, even if it was her ass, not her pussy.
Her empty, needy, clenching pussy.
A low chuckle behind her reminded her Master Mitch was watching the show. Watching her squirm, well aware of how unsatisfactory the nipple clamps and plug were for her. The growing burn from the lube was making her pant—with desire, not with pain.
Fucking sadist.
He was getting off on this, even if she wasn’t. Domi hadn’t even considered he might torment her with less, not more. It was devilish and frustrating as hell. Especially since he was still just standing there doing nothing.
“Is this it, Sir?” she asked, taunting. “I thought you could dish out more than this.”
Master Mitch laughed aloud. Some Doms were all business inside a scene, but not him. He wasn’t afraid to laugh, and it never took away from his confidence or authority. In fact, his wicked sense of humor often made scening with him more fun. Sort of. Fun after the fact.
In the middle of it, sometimes it felt more like torture.
Like right now.
“All right then, Domi-Darling,” he drawled, and she heard him pat the wood of the table beside them. “Up on the table.”
Rat fink bastard. He helped her onto the table since she was petite enough to need the assistance.
He also thoroughly enjoyed watching her ‘hop’ up and land on her butt, pushing the plug farther in and making her muscles squeeze around it in reaction.
Domi’s breasts heaved, her nipples tingling from the clamps, but nothing more.
The polished wood was smooth under her back as he laid her down.
There was a myriad of ways the straps attached to the table could be attached.
Domi was quickly spread out in an X shape, straps over her arms, legs, and middle, so the only parts of her body she could move more than a couple of centimeters were her head, fingers, and toes.
She wriggled, testing the boundaries, but the leather straps were secure.
Master Mitch’s fingers trailed over her breasts, teasing them with his light touch.
Domi couldn’t even arch her back, thanks to the strap over her rib cage, holding her in place.
When his fingers brushed over the sensitive tips of her nipples, she groaned in frustration, squirming even more.
“So, is this when the real punishment starts, Sir?”
The sassy question made him grin again. Instead of pinching her nipples, tugging the chain, or doing anything that would make her feel more, he moved his hand away.
Her nipples throbbing with the need for more stimulation, she bit her lower lip to keep from begging for it.
One blond eyebrow arched, his gaze boring into her, and Domi knew she wasn’t fooling him one bit.
“Ah, poor little masochist... is this not enough for you?”
Domi pressed her lips together to keep from answering. She was pretty sure that was a trick question.
Mitch
Untrusting little subbie. Mitch couldn’t blame her. Even sexually frustrated and tied down, she knew when a question had no good answer. Not that staying silent was going to save her.
The table she was lying on wasn’t actually one solid block of wood, although he wasn’t sure she realized that yet.
They’d been in this room more than once, but there were so many things to play with, this was the first time he’d put her on the table.
It had been personally designed and built by a Dom who specialized in BDSM furniture and implements for Marquis.
With plenty of joints and moving parts, it could be moved into multiple configurations, all designed to torment and fuck any submissive lying atop it.
Reaching underneath the lip, Mitch flipped open a latch so he could spread Domi’s legs even farther open and also give him a space to stand between them.
Her eyes widened with surprise when she felt her legs moving, and she wriggled some more, but the straps crossing her body held her tightly, regardless of the table’s changing structure.
“Such a pretty, wet pussy.” Mitch stepped between her legs and stroked his finger along the thin strip of hair she didn’t shave.
Everything else was beautifully bare, leaving her sensitive folds completely unguarded.
Crouching, he heard her suck in her breath in anticipation, her body tensing for whatever he was about to do.
Gently resting his hands on either side of her pussy, using his thumbs to spread her labia apart, he leaned in and licked right up the center of her folds from the base of her pussy to her swollen clit.
She cried out, jerking against the restraints as his tongue swirled around the nub, then away again.
His cock, already hard from the fun of clamping, plugging, and restraining her, jerked at the sound of her pleasured moans.
The crouched position wasn’t the most comfortable, so knowing his muscles would start to burn soon, he focused on pushing her quickly toward orgasm.
The sweet taste of her coated his tongue, her hips moving as much as they could against the leather straps holding her down, her panting breaths coming faster and faster.
Just before he was sure she was going to come, Mitch pulled away.
“No!” She jerked, shuddering. Standing, he watched as her eyes flew open, head lifting slightly, so she could glare at him.
Leaning forward, he was careful not to touch her while he picked up the final item he’d procured from the toy cabinet—a small, rubber flogger, with many tiny strands, not more than half a foot long, sprouting from the handle.
It was meant for flogging particularly small, sensitive parts.
Their eyes met again, and he let some of his enjoyment subside, remembering why they were actually there.
“Next time you want to say something nasty about someone, I hope you’ll remember this and think again,” he said, completely serious.
“I know you regretted your words, but it shouldn’t have taken Freddy confronting you to feel that way.
If it’s something you don’t want me or him to hear you say, it shouldn’t be said at all. ”
Raising the whip, he brought it down sharply on her swollen, heated pussy.
Domi
Finally!
Domi wanted to scream with pure relief as the delicious pain shot through her.
The sting from the whip felt incredible against her aroused flesh.
Her ass clenched around the plug, heating her all over again from the inside, and if she could have lifted her hips to meet the next stroke, she would have.
Each slap of the flogger against her pussy reignited the string, the tiny strands never hitting in the same spot twice.
Master Mitch angled the strokes differently each time, making sure not a single area was neglected.
If only he could focus the blows on her clit, she was sure she could come just from this...
When he stopped again, she let out a frustrated scream, her fists bunching as the stimulation jolted to a halt. Lifting her head to see what had happened, she tried to squirm away as he lowered himself between her thighs again, his eyes focused on her swollen, reddened, aching pussy.
“Nooooo...” She moaned the denial, and this time, tried to get away from his questing tongue and mouth, but she couldn’t.
After the flogging, her pussy felt even more sensitive, and his tongue was almost painful as it rasped over the swollen folds.
Of course, she liked the pain, so that just made her even hornier.
Her entire body felt as if it was throbbing, coiling, like a wire being drawn tighter and tighter. She was going to snap at any moment...
Except Master Mitch wouldn’t let her.
“Please!” She practically screamed the word when he straightened again, leaving her hanging on the edge of an orgasm.
There wasn’t enough pleasure or enough pain to bring her over the edge.
It was awful and not fun at all.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The flogger fell against her pussy again, even gentler than before, denying her the sharp bite her body craved. She writhed against the restraints, to no avail.
Tears sprang in her eyes, her body thrumming, screaming out for more... she was so close...
The stinging slaps stopped again. Domi literally screamed in frustration. If her hands had been free, she might have actually tried to strangle Mitch, especially when she heard his low chuckle.
This is not how she pictured her last scene with him, not how she wanted their last scene together to go. And it was all her fault. Not because she’d fallen for him—she would have realized that eventually and known she had to end things—but because she’d turned into a catty, jealous bitch.
Morgan might not be her favorite person in the world, but that didn’t justify what she or Rae had said about her, especially not where someone could have overheard them.
It was bad enough Freddy had heard them.
What if someone else had heard and told Morgan what they said?
How would Domi feel if someone had been talking about her body, her makeup, and her fashion choices that way?
Master Mitch was right. Regret and remorse weren’t quite the same, but she felt both now.
Gentle fingers stroked over her thighs, bringing her back to the man standing between them. He was looking down at her, his eyes scanning over her face, examining her.
“There we go,” he murmured. “That’s more of what I was looking for.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. She was so very sorry for so many things. Sorry for saying shitty things about Morgan. Sorry for being a bitch. Sorry for making him miss the fire play demo. Sorry, this was their last scene together, and he didn’t even know it.
There was sympathy on his face.
“I know you are, good girl,” he replied.
Domi didn’t feel very much like a good girl right now. Her body was still all wound up, but she was miserable.
Mitch
Poor little subbie.
At heart, Domi was kind. She’d acted out of character, been punished for it, and was sincerely sorry for it. The tears in her eyes were as much from sexual frustration as they were from remorse. Calling her a good girl barely made her twitch.
He’d broken her down—now it was time to build her back up again.
Easing some of the sexual frustration he’d been torturing her with would help. They’d never done orgasm torture before or edging, but it was clearly a good punishment for her. Discipline time was over, though—time to clean the slate and let her start anew.
Leaning down, Mitch pressing his mouth to her pussy, this time going straight for her clit, instead of teasing her, and Domi’s shriek echoed around the Dungeon.
His balls tightened in response to that beautiful scream.
Her body quivered, pulling at the restraints as he sent her careening into orgasm.
Releasing the hard suction on her clit, he licked her with long, sensuous strokes to help bring her down gently from the peak of pleasure. His dick was throbbing against his zipper, aching to be buried inside of her, but his good girl deserved more of a reward.
As her body relaxed, Mitch kissed up her stomach, his hands moving ahead of him, reaching her breasts. Fondling the soft mounds, he closed his fingers around the clamps, crushing the buds.
Domi keened, gasping, arching against the straps. He pressed his lower body against her pussy, feeling her wet folds rubbing against the bulge in his leathers.
“Oh, fuck... oh, please...” The ragged need in her voice was stronger than ever, even though he’d just given her an orgasm. She was his sweet, little pain slut, and now that her punishment was over, he was going to give her everything she needed.
Domi
The tight, painful, throbbing squeeze of her nipples was exactly what her body had been craving. It didn’t matter that she’d just climaxed. Hot need pulsed through her, her pussy quivering against the thick bulge of Master Mitch’s cock.
Pulling the clamps, he yanked them from her nipples, and she screamed as the exquisite agony shot through her. It was a move he never could have done with the harsher clamps he usually used on her, and she loved it as much as she’d hated how teasing the clamps had been before.
“That’s my good girl,” he crooned, lowering his mouth to her nipple. “You took your punishment, Domi-Darling. The slate is wiped clean.”
The words were like a balm washing over her, relieving her of her lingering guilt and assuring her she was forgiven.
His teeth closed around her soft flesh, hot and wet, scraping over her sensitive bits.
It felt like her entire body was a hot, throbbing mess of need and lust as she writhed under his touch.
For a moment, his hands went away, then returned, exploring her body while his cock pressed against her slick entrance.
“Fuck!” Her ass clenched around the plug when he impaled her.
The burn from the ginger had almost completely dissipated, but the incredible feeling of fullness that came from being penetrated in both holes was its own deliciously painful treat.
Domi’s muscles clamped down, shuddering in pre-orgasmic bliss, already eager to take her over the edge of ecstasy again.
Teeth nipped.
His hips drew back, then thrust forward, stretching her muscles and filling her completely.
Domi laid in her bonds and wallowed in her complete lack of control and the sensations washing over her. She was flying higher and higher, the pain and pleasure winding through her body, mixing until she couldn’t tell which was which.
Straightening, Master Mitch’s fingers curved over her breasts, gripping and using them as leverage to fuck her harder, faster.
She keened at the intense rush of sensations, the throbbing heat that flowed through her, filling her and leaving her breathless.
With the plug in her ass, he felt even larger, filling her completely.
“Oh, fuck… Master Mitch… please…” She squirmed, shuddering as another orgasm began to crest, deeper and fuller than before. Her pussy spasmed around him.
“Come for me, Domi-Darling,” he growled, squeezing her breasts tightly, her nipples pinched by his fingers.
Thrusting hard, he leaned forward, his hips rotating, rubbing his hard groin against her swollen lips and clit.
The building crescendo of pleasure and pain had finally reached its peak.
The immense pressure inside broke, and Domi screamed, ecstasy exploding inside of her.
Her pussy tightened around Master Mitch’s cock, and she heard his low groan as he joined her in rapturous bliss.