Yes, Mistress
FRANKIE
“Do you really think I can do this?”
Daphne’s a goddess, dressed in nothing but heels and a black lace bra, but I have to stay focused on securing the harness to her hips; all I’ve been thinking about for the last few minutes has been throwing her on that bed.
“Do you think you can do this?”
The lights are dim, giving off a soft pink glow and adding to the ambience while the smell of vanilla, cedar, and a hint of sweat permeates the surroundings.
“I do.”
The leather digs into her skin, accentuating her soft curves and making it harder than usual to keep my hands to myself; she’s in control tonight, and I’m just along for the ride.
“Alright. Are you ready?” I ask one final time.
She takes a deep breath, tossing some stray curls behind her shoulder.
“I’m ready.”
I still see a lot of guys online saying they’d worship at Daphne Carmichael’s feet, and now I get to live that dream.
“Good girl.” I kiss her softly. “And don’t forget, we have an audience outside.”
I pulled some strings to book another private room at Dominion on very short notice, but it’s a little different this time.
Directly to our left is a large viewing window, but it’s one way glass: they can see in, but we can’t see out.
I made sure that Daphne was wearing her leather half-mask for some anonymity before we pulled the curtains back, but it’s more part of the play than anything else.
The idea that anyone could be out there, watching us… it’s lit a brand new fire in her. Even in the dim light, I can see goosebumps starting to form on her arms. I follow them up her body until my gaze lands on my Saint Christopher medallion hanging around her neck.
It always looked better on her.
She reaches down, rubbing me through my pants.
“Now, tell me,” she purrs. “How badly do you need my cock in your ass?”
My eyes flick to the mini bar at the back of the room, and the thick purple dildo that’s resting on top. She put it there right after we got in here, and it’s been distracting me ever since.
“So badly, Mistress.” I groan. “I need to be fucked. Hard.”
“And you’re gonna be a good boy?”
“I always am.”
She grins, giving me one more squeeze before she turns on the ball of her foot and struts toward the little mini bar, pouring herself a glass of whiskey.
Her eyes flick up and down as she works out exactly what she wants to try first, but luckily for her, my body is an open amusement park. She can get on any ride she wants.
“Undress for me. Nice and slow. Let’s build some anticipation.”
Taking it slow wasn’t really on my list of focuses for tonight, but I’ll do my best.
I am a good boy, after all.
I unbutton my shirt first, working slowly, tugging on the fabric to add a little bit of drama to the whole thing; Daphne’s eating it up, swirling her drink in her hand.
I unfasten the last button and slip my arms out of the sleeves, letting it fall to the floor in a pile at my feet as her eyes dance around my half-naked body. Every time she looks at me, it feels like electricity takes hold, sparking and crackling relentlessly across my skin.
“Lose the pants, too. No hiding how hard I make you.”
The command is more of a blessing than anything else, because the longer I spend in these fucking things, the closer I get to busting right through the zipper.
My hands shake as I unbuckle my belt and slowly slide it out from the loops. The whole time, I’m watching those intense green eyes that are only focused on me.
“Don’t be shy, baby. Show me what you’ve got. If you’re a good enough boy, maybe I’ll even stroke it for you.”
There’s a deep ache in the pit of my stomach, a hunger that I know can only be satiated by her.
I ditch the pants as fast as I can, kicking them aside while Daphne lazily sips at her drink.
If she was ever nervous about this whole dominating thing, I don’t see a trace of that anxiety in her now. She’s carrying herself like a goddess.
And I’ll worship her for the rest of my life.
“You look thirsty,” she purrs. “Parched, even.”
She snaps her fingers when I don’t respond fast enough.
“Are you paying attention, slut?”
I blink, swallowing hard as I realize I’ve barely said a word for the last couple minutes.
“I’m sorry, let me make it up to you… Mistress.”
“Good. Now, you want a taste?” She asks, sliding her hand between her thighs.
“More than anything.”
She smirks.
“Then get on your knees and crawl.”
I drop to the floor, slinking toward her as if I’m crawling through the desert in search of water. My nerves crackle and pop like bits of frayed wire, muscles coiled as my heart hammers in my throat, and all I can think about is getting my tongue in there.
“You look so desperate.”
Her voice is harsh. Patronizing.
And I love it.
“Yes, Mistress,” I rasp, reaching her dangling legs. “I’ve been thinking about being your whore all night.”
There’s something special about a woman who talks to you like you’re dirt beneath her feet, but I know my role too, and I know she’s getting off on it.
“God, that’s pathetic,” she moans. “But I think we can go a little further.”
She puts her foot right in my face, confronting me with the shiny leather heel.
“Do you see that smudge?” Her tone is still playful, just hovering on the edge of malicious. “Right on the side there.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Turning my lessons back on me is pure genius.
“You know, I can’t stand seeing them all scuffed.” She slides the toe of her shoe under my chin, tipping it upward. “Show me how much you love me.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
I want to keep playing this game more than anything, and so I stick out my tongue, gliding it along the leather, licking every inch like I’m her fucking dog.
“What a good boy,” she laughs. “You’ll do anything for a good meal, won’t you?”
I whimper as she grabs me by the hair, pulling my head back.
“I want you to say it. Say: Yes, Mistress. I’ll do anything.”
I feel like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe, and that’s exactly how I like it.
“Yes, Mistress, I’ll do anything for that pussy.”
“Atta boy, I love the initiative.” She releases me, snatching up her drink and holding it up over her thigh. “Now, I’m going to start pouring, and you’re going to lap it up. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I grin. “I understand.”
She smirks back at me, tipping the glass, and I get to work licking up every drop.
I lick, bite, suck, and mark her up like she’s mine.
Because she is.
“Oh, fuck.” She runs her fingers through my hair, tightening her grip. “You’re so lively today.”
I wait until I’m just a few inches away from her pussy, so close I can practically taste her, and pick a tender spot on her thigh.
I sink my teeth in.
Hard.
“Jesus!”
She yanks on my hair, pulling me the final few inches to her cunt. The second my tongue brushes against her entrance, I realize my hunger is more of a ravenous starvation.
And I can’t stop.
Her hips buck, and her moans grow louder and louder, filling the room like music as my tongue dances, swirling, flicking, and straining to get a little deeper into her pussy, just to taste that much more of her.
I want my head between these thighs every morning and every night— hell, why not even during the work day. I can spread her out on my desk for lunch.
“Use your fingers.”
I slide a couple inside her with ease, crooking them so that I can massage her G-spot.
When I look up to check in, her head is already tipped back and her whole body is rolling like a wave.
Sweat glistens on her skin as my mind rockets back to the window, and all the potential people who could be watching us.
I was a little worried the addition of observers might make her more timid, but it’s only brought out her best.
I keep up the pace of my fingers, turning my attention to her clit. I’ve been purposely ignoring it up until now, trying my hardest to build up anticipation, but I can practically see it throbbing as I torment her.
“More,” she begs. “Fuck, Frankie, more!”
Perfect timing.
I wrap my lips around her bud, sucking gently, just the way she likes it.
“You’re gonna make me—”
Her voice grows higher and higher in pitch while her thighs clamp down hard on either side of my head, holding me in place.
I keep licking her.
Fucking her.
Owning her, even on my knees.
“Frankie,” she rasps. “I’m coming! Oh, fuck! Don’t stop!”
Her hips snap uncontrollably, and I’m forced to keep up, fucking her as deep as my fingers can go. She screams my name, and suddenly all I smell is the whiskey I licked off of her skin. All I taste is sweat and sin.
Daphne holds my head in place, milking her climax until she’s finally had her fill and shoves me away. Her chest heaves as she sucks in deep breaths before flashing me a giddy smile.
“You did so good.” She reaches out for the silicone cock that’s sitting next to her, slowly gliding it between her pussy lips. “I think I’m ready to use this on you now… but it looks so thick that…”
She lines it up, slowly pushing it into her cunt, so deep, I’m afraid it might disappear. My mouth starts to water again just listening to her moans, and tasting what’s left of her on my tongue.
She cries out as she angles her hips upward and starts to thrust harder.
Faster.
“It’s not as big as you, but it feels so good.”
I watch, helpless, sitting on my haunches as her breathing grows more and more rapid. It’s cruel that I can’t jerk off right now, but when we went over expectations, I was very clear that I won’t touch my cock until she gives me the green light.
And I know her ears perked up at the idea.
Her cheeks flush, tipping her head back toward the ceiling, and just when I think she’s going to come again, she stops.
She slides the dildo out, as slow as she can, building and building my anticipation as she slips gently off the bar, securing the toy onto her strap.
She even bounces up and down a few times to make sure it doesn’t go flying off, an image that would probably make me laugh out loud if I wasn’t so wrapt with attention.
“You want another taste?” She purrs, staring down at me and grabbing the base of her cock. “Are you that fucking desperate?”
She shoves it toward me and I wordlessly comply, opening my mouth with a silent nod, but she pulls away at the last moment, spitting directly in my face instead.
Holy shit.
And she was nervous about this?
“Now now.” Daphne’s mouth curls into a wicked grin. “You’ll take what I give you.”