19. Seven
CHAPTER 19
The innocent and slightly confused surprise still in her pretty eyes would’ve been my undoing just hours ago, making me want to cuddle her and tell her she did nothing wrong. But instead, those emotions I see in her expression bring me sadistic pleasure, especially knowing that deep inside, she wants my corrections and punishments. Because it’ll teach her what she craves to learn.
“Something’s wrong with my new toy.” I sigh and lean forward, resting my forearms on my wide-spread knees and clasping my hands between us. She’s back in Nadu, but following her rituals now won’t make up for breaking my rules. “For some reason, it started touching its second pleasure sleeve by itself. And I definitely didn’t use voice commands to make it do that.”
Another test—to see if she responds in any way to being called “it” for the first time.
She swallows thickly, but it’s hard to tell whether she’s reacting to the objectification or that I pointed out her indiscretion. Either way, she doesn’t flinch away, so I’ll leave it as an option unless she says or shows me in some capacity that she doesn’t like it.
“We can’t have you taking liberties outside your generic preset without my orders now, can we?” I ask, rhetorical, but she still knows she’s required to verbally acknowledge what I say.
“No, Master,” she whispers, glancing up from my laced fingers to quickly steal a look at my expression.
She’s the only sub I’ve ever allowed to see my face, to look into my eyes, as I dominate her. It’s a hard limit of hers, one I’d never discourage. She needs the ability to see the love in my gaze, so she doesn’t ever have to worry that I’m actually disappointed in her. Plus, eye contact for someone as shy as her is hard as fuck to begin with, so if she can will herself to do that, then I wouldn’t admonish her in the first place.
“No… no, we can’t,” I add through a sigh. “So, I guess my only option, if I want to continue enjoying my doll’s mouth, is to take over controlling it.”
I stand abruptly, the movement making the leather chair skid back a few inches, eliciting a godawful sound that makes her jolt even more than suddenly having my cock looming over her from above.
I reach down and stroke my fingers through her hair, petting her a moment, and her head tilts into the tender touch. “Your jumpiness has always been so delightful to the part of me that feeds on fear.” I take hold of her chin and lift her face to look at me, which has to be an incredibly imposing view from her position. “While you’ve been so worried your undying innocence and easy embarrassment is annoying and undesirable, little did you know it’s what’s kept the kenneled sadist inside me alive all this time. Like a continuous supply of the finest filets thrown into its cage, keeping it strong but tethered, not shitty scraps here and there that barely keep it conscious.”
She trembles, her eyes shuttering, and I sense relief mixed with her anxiety over what I might do to her. Still holding her chin, I stroke her cheek with my thumb where her lipstick is smeared even more since being in her mouth, and I glance at my cock, smirking when I see it’s stained as well. I like her marks on me.
My grip on her chin tightens, and with my thumb near the side of her mouth, when I squeeze, her plump lips purse. Her brow furrows at the unfamiliar hold, and when I squeeze even tighter, her eyes pop open in confusion. The feel of this grip on anyone’s face is at the very least slightly humiliating, knowing how silly the person clutching your cheeks is making you look, on top of the inability to move away.
I squeeze harder, and where my fingers press, she has no choice but to open her mouth, and she lets out a delicious whimper.
“Three taps on my leg, little doll,” I remind her, and her eyes flare.
“Yesh, Mashtah,” her response comes out garbled, and the flush that covers her face when she hears herself is like gasoline on the flame that’s been lit inside me.
My big hand on her petite features looks almost cruel, but I’m careful that the only thing she feels is uncomfortable as I open her mouth wider, pulling her forward by her jaw until the tip of my cock is right at her skewed lips. Wrapping my other hand around my manscaped base, I tap her face with the underside of my dick, right across her mouth, but I’m long and girthy, so it covers a lot more area. She blinks rapidly, unfamiliar with this flavor of degradation, but she makes no attempt to pull away. I’d feel even the tiniest jerk if she tried to move back, but instead, she sinks into my hold. Either she’s liking it or she’s just giving in to her sex-doll role, but either way, there have been no taps on my leg.
I slap my cock on the cushion of her smooshed lips again, smirking when precum blesses her face. She gasps when she feels it, and I let go of my shaft to swipe it up with my finger, then press it into her mouth and smear it on her tongue.
“Did you know, little doll, that the tool a priest uses to sprinkle and sling holy water is called an aspergillum?” I grip my cock tightly and point it straight out from my body, sliding my knuckles up to force more precum out the tip.
“No, Mashtah,” she replies, her voice trembling slightly as she watches the clear bead emerge. I lift my rod just in time so that it doesn’t drip off quite yet.
“There are a couple of different kinds, but the most common nowadays is a handle attached to a hollow metal ball with small holes at the tip. The priest dips it into the bucket of holy water, known as the aspersorium, and after the ball fills up, he lifts it into the air—” I take hold of the base of my shaft again. “—then whips it over the congregation.” I slap her pillowy lips once more, and just like before, the sticky proof of how fucking hot I am for this woman kneeling at my feet splats, this time across her forehead.
Her face is the reddest I’ve ever seen it, and not letting go of her face, I squat and reach between her spread thighs without warning.
Just as I suspected, I find my sub completely drenched.
So much for humiliation being a punishment. I’ll have to think of something later.
She’s so wet I don’t even have to dip my finger inside her slit to feel it. Her pussy lips are coated so thoroughly it makes me salivate, and I have to fight the urge to force her onto her back, cover her entire cunt with my mouth, and suck her clean. Instead, I pacify myself by swirling my middle three fingertips together from her clit, through her folds, and back again, then lifting them to suck off her cream.
She whines and wiggles in my clutch, and I stand back up to my full height.
“Looks like I blessed you and made you all wet, my little worshipper.” I smear my precum that’s on her forehead horizontally with my thumb, smirking once again when I then drag it vertically through the middle. “The power of your user compels you, doll.” And then, dick in hand, I press my crown to the cunt I’ve made of her lips, finally releasing them as I start to press inside.
I continue to grip her jaw but move my other hand to hold the back of her head. “Mmm… tight little cock sleeve. Hope it’s ready to be broken in.”
She moans around my girth, her eyes fluttering closed as I feed her just the usual amount. She relaxes more and more as I pull her head backward, then tug her forward over and over, making her take nothing extra than I always have. There’s no resistance in her muscles as I move her back and forth instead of holding her still and thrusting my hips forward and back, using her mouth just like I would a stroker.
“That’s right. You’re my mindless little fuck toy. I’m just using a storebought hole to bounce on my cock for my own solo pleasure,” I say for her benefit, letting her know she’s doing exactly what she’s supposed to—absolutely nothing.
And she’s fucking loving it. When I take in her beautiful face, every feature is completely at ease. There’s no furrowing of her brow in concentration to try to blow me just right. There’s no shifting of her eyes behind her closed lids while searching her mind for tips and tricks. Even her lips have gone slack around my cock, her jaw malleable instead of stiff in my grip to create suction or guard her teeth. Her breaths went from anxious shallow panting to now steady and deep, and somehow my dick hardens even further.
It occurs to me I left my phone on the playtable, and I instantly regret that I can’t snap a photo or record a few seconds of this moment.
It almost makes me feel guilty to bring her out of this peace she’s found, this newly discovered way to shut down her mind and float along a level of consciousness that’s nearly impossible for people like her to reach. People with brains that constantly run at full-power and don’t understand the meaning of “relax.” I know because I was just like her—and still am, outside the playroom—until I discovered Domination, using it to control not only other people but my own mind as well. Hyperfocusing on a submissive and clearing out all the chatter. Domspace, which feels similar to the way subspace has been described to me by so many in the community.
It's blissful.
And like I said, it almost makes me feel guilty to not allow her to stay in this peaceful state. Almost being the keyword. But not quite, since I now know how to get her here with ease, and right this minute, my doll is in the middle of an important lesson.
Pushing her away until only the very tip of my cock is still between her lax lips, I focus completely on her entire being and not the sensations along my dick as I then pull her mouth back onto me, this time an inch deeper than before.
No reaction.
There’s not one reaction on her part, which is a better outcome for what she’s asked me to teach her, even though my sadistic side is slightly disappointed she didn’t at least show a sign of acknowledgement that she noticed. Nevertheless, she earns some quiet praise as I continue to use her mouth at this new depth.
“That’s a good little toy,” I murmur down at her, a soothing tone to keep her in this glorious state. “Look how pretty you are with your user’s fat cock in your mouth.”
She sighs and becomes heavier in my hands, which tells me she’s surrendered even more to this scene.
God, the power she’s giving me right now. How powerful she makes me feel.
Off and on I pull her.
Out and back in I go.
And slowly, I pick up my pace while keeping the depth steady each time I enter her mouth. Sweat starts to slicken my skin as my full concentration zeroes in on controlling the speed and the amount of cock I feed her. I’m vaguely aware my hand has tightened in her hair as my muscles have tensed, but the way she’s just taking it without a single wince tells me she probably hasn’t even noticed that either.
Then, I see it, and if I weren’t the man of control that I’ve proven I am, I would fill her throat with my cum the moment it happens.
My doll, the one who’s innocent to the point of prim and proper when she gives me head, who’s always mortified when something I wouldn’t think twice about happens, like when a line of spit connects her lips to my cock as I pull out of her mouth…
That doll…
Begins to drool.
At first, it’s a single dribble out one corner of her still-relaxed lips, and I watch it trickle down her chin like a raindrop on a windowpane, staring in utter fascination as it then turns into a rivulet of saliva gaining in length. I prepare myself, wondering what will happen when that sexy-as-fuck bomb of wetness lands. From my angle above her, my head cocked to the side so I can keep an eye on my even strokes, I see it’s aimed right for the middle of her thigh.
But I refuse to stop. I refuse to end this delectable feeling of power over my sub who’s enjoying it just as much as I am as I control her head, moving her off and on my cock until I’ve lulled her into oblivion.
Yet, she’s going to feel it. And I’ll need to respond accordingly to her reaction. She’s going to feel it splash on her heated skin, realize what she allowed to happen in her complete submission, and freak the fu?—
It disconnects from her chin and hits. Not a tiny teardrop that could go unnoticed, but a whole stream of saliva that pools on the top of her leg before finally overflowing, forming a miniature waterfall over the inside of her thigh.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until her sexy moan snaps me out of it. A sweet little coo around my cock that makes me instinctively thrust my hips when I pull her forward, giving her another couple of inches.
When she takes it with ease, I groan with pride. “Fucking Christ. What a perfect little whore doll you are, taking so much of my cock without complaint.”
She coos again, and with so much saliva, it makes a gargling sound, and I brace internally when she instinctively swallows to avoid choking on her spit. But nothing changes in her demeanor, her submission intoxicating, a temptation the sadist within me cannot resist any longer, as I pull her onto my cock until the tip touches the very back of her mouth. It’s only for a split second before I push her off again, but?—
“My fucking God.” No objection. So I do it again just as deep, then tug her backward. “I’ve never seen anything—” In and out. “—as fucking sexy—” Back and forth. “—as my big cock—” Pull and push. “—disappearing—” In and out. “—inside my fuck doll’s—" Back and forth. “—slutty little mouth.”
By the time I get all that out, I’m truly masturbating with my sweet submissive’s head, not only yanking her back and forth with my powerful grip but thrusting forward on her intake. And her only response is the continuous hum during her exhales that are momentarily shut off each time my cock meets her throat.
“You love being used, don’t you, baby?” I growl, keeping a tight rein on my movements as I try to balance the Dom I’ve always been with her and the Seven I used to be.
Because in the past, if a sub had shown she loved this act as much as my doll is in this moment, it would’ve been all I needed as the green light to shove myself all the way inside without a second thought. No remorse. But the subs of my past were highly masochistic, ones with awe-inspiring tolerances for pain that even I wouldn’t be able to take. And while I cared about their safety, mental and physical, I was never responsible for the emotional part, and I only played with partnered subs who had their own Dominant to handle aftercare.
My doll is the only submissive I’ve ever loved. She’s the only woman I’ve ever been responsible for taking care of in all aspects of her being and safety.
And that’s why instead of giving into more sadistic temptations, I don’t push her any further physically. I don’t give her more of my length to test just how far I can go before she starts to struggle. This has been a purely positive situation, and there’s no point in ruining that just for the sake of trying to find a line in the sand. There will be time to continue that search later.
But I will push her a bit further mentally, just because I want to.
With my pace and depth steady, my grip still strong in her hair and on her jaw, I use words to test my sub’s new trick.
“This toy takes my dick so easily,” I murmur, my voice taking on a slightly bullying tone. “What a little whore you are, dolly, letting this fat cock skull-fuck you without you even flinching.” She moans, her lips closing around my shaft as I pump in and out of her. “Look at you, trying to swallow even more of me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think my present had already been played with.”
Finally, finally, I get a reaction. A subtle tightening around her eyes that draws her brows a tiny bit closer together. And now I know where one limit lies within her newfound interest in degradation.
My doll doesn’t like the idea of someone else using her this way. Which is good, because I would never allow that to happen. But depending on how much she comes to enjoy playing with her masochistic side, we might be able to purposely use this limit for some psychological-torture fun in the future—that is, if it turns out to be a soft limit and not a hard one, which I’d never fuck around with.
But this is where I choose to stop pushing, testing these particular boundaries—at least when it comes to this part of the scene, without having been inside her pussy yet.
The past several minutes have been a milestone—hell, a life event—for my doll. For our D/s relationship. Something I’ll never forget, feeling her completely surrender within my hands, trusting me to fuck her face however I saw fit.
I slide out of her mouth but don’t let go of her head, and the look of pure satisfaction on her beautiful face from just submitting to my pleasure brings me to my knees, literally. I drop to my haunches before her, a gasp finally leaving her lips as I pull her forward once again, not onto my cock but to my face, so I can kiss her in a way I’ve never kissed anyone in my life. I kiss her hard and thorough, messy and primal, lapping at the wetness around her lips and down her chin from my not-so-gentle fucking. I taste not only her mouth’s sweetness but the saltiness of what I left behind, and I glance down to watch more of it leak out of my crown.