DOMINANT✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK ONE)

Love or Lust? Do you know the difference?

CHAPTER 1 - LOVE OR LUST? DO YOU KNOW THE DIFFERENCE?

I grip the end of whip firmly in my hand and walk around him, my heels clicking on the wooden floor.

Crack

The first swing hits him between his shoulder blades, he arches his back and grunts.

"Why do you defy me, James?" I ask as I walk in front of him.

"I did not mean it. I am sorry mistress," He replies in a sexy Spanish accent with his head down.

"Look at me," I command coolly.

His eyes slowly trails up my body, taking in every detail.

His blue eyes run over my red ankle high boots, moving up to my 'diamond' pattern black stockings which are attached to my red and black laced thong. They then travel to my breasts which are pushed up slightly by a black and red lace bra, showing just enough cleavage to turn him on. My hair is braided and tucked under to avoid it getting into my way. He gulps as his eyes connects with my hazel ones, I smirk at lust fills his eyes.

James is kneeling on the floor gloriously naked and his hands bound over his head. I stoop down so, that my eyes are in line with his. I deftly grab him by his hard on, he gasps as my hand grips him.

"You know what the punishments are. Don't you?"

He nods.

"Speak," my voice screaming with authority as I grip his erection more firmly.

"Yes... Mistress," he breathes out, his breath shaky.

"So you know what's coming?"

"Yes mistress... Ah," He moans as I slowly move my hand up and down on his hard on. I move my hand up and down a little faster, he moans. I move it increasing in speed, he groans. I smirk at his reactions. I move up and down slowly now, watching as he tugs on the rope bounding his hand, his body twisting and turning as I do. I kick into over drive moving so fast I can feel the heat between my hands and his erection. He moans, groans and arches his back as the sweet sensation passes through him. He calls my name as I move my hand faster and faster.

"Tell me how it feels," I demand, as I slow down my pace.

"Ah ... So good... Ah," his voice coming out husky and lace with lust.

Imagine the general movement of up and down can get him worked up like this and I'm just warming up.

I move my hand swiftly against his manhood. All he does is moans in pleasure as I apply my punishment. I move my head down to his chest and grab his left nipple between my teeth. He tenses as I grind my teeth over his nipple and cries out. I tug on his nipple as I move my hand maintaining my quick pace. He arches his back farther as I release his nipple and then suck it. I swirl my tongue around his hard nipple, sucking until it turns red. I move my mouth to the next nipple repeating the procedure while moving my hand in a rhythm against his organ. First fast then slow, then fast again. It is driving him nuts.

"Oh... Gosh... Fuck... Yes... Ah," he cries out.

He pulls on the ropes harder, his body and black silky hair, soaking with sweat. His voice breaking as he cries out. He is near so near. I rest my thumb on his tip as I move applying force to it each time I go down.

"Ah... Mistress!" He cries out in sweet ecstasy.

I feel the muscles in his dick contract beneath my hand. He pulls harder on the rope crying out as he finds his release.

I pressure my thumb on his tip, blocking the path of his release and he cries in agony.

"Beg me to release you," I yell.

"Please."

"Please who?"

"Please Mistress," he cries and I remove my finger, allowing him to cum.

"I love you!" He screams in ecstasy as his head drops down to the ground.

I stand above him staring at him in terror. Did he just say he loves me? That can't be. I quickly untie his hands; he lets out a breath of relief. I watch as he rubs his wrists, his eyes never glancing up. I walk over to the bed behind him and pull on my brown jacket, covering my body all the way down to my knee. I grab the black bag I had brought with me, push a chair towards James, step up and twist the knob on the metal hook which the ropes are tied onto. It falls into my hand; I swiftly push it into the black bag and climb down.

My eyes run over the caramel colored room until it landed on my shades on the cedar nightstand beside bed which is covered in a red and white comforter.

I run over to the stand took my brown shades and walk back to James.

"Stand," I command.

He makes his way up onto his feet, holding down his head.

"Look at me," he snaps his head up.

God he is handsome, his baby blue eyes, his thin mustache and beard. Not to mention his sexy body. His chest is firm, his rock hard abs and his manhood just the right size. It pains me to do this.

"You are now released from your contract. I don't want you to call me, visit me or speak to me. This deal is off," his eyes dim and clouds with fear.

"What did I say? What did I do?" He asks as he attempts to move over to me.

"Read rule one on the contract you signed," I reply as I walk away from him.

"Please don't go, I'll sorry for breaking your rule. Please, can't you just punish me? Don't-"

"Stop! WE ARE NO LONGER IN DEALINGS, YOU ARE NO LONGER MY SUBMISSIVE AND THIS DISCUSSION IS OVER," I say as I walk over to the door to the left of the bed and slam it.

I run down the brown hall towards the elevator, I catch it before it closes and thankfully it was empty. I pull my hair from its tuck and release it from its braid. It rests on my back in its luscious curls. My mind ponders on what James just did.

"I love you," he screamed.

It keeps on repeating in my head. How can he say he loves me? He doesn't even know me like that, he's only been my sub for a few weeks and we barely talk to each other but, yet he loves me. I hate when men use that word, they don't know the difference between lust and love. That's why my number one rule is: Never to express any feeling especially love, towards your mistress. But yet he did and it sickens me. Love is nonexistent in my world and no Sub shall ever use that word towards me.

Suddenly the elevator doors open and I put on my shades. My bag is clutched in my hand as walk out. I make my way to the front door and notify the valet which car is mine. I watch as the black Mitsubishi Lancer pulls up in front of me. I walk around the car, swinging my hips and the valet watches me attentively. I opened the door, flip my long brown curls over my shoulder and slip in. Putting my bag on the passenger's seat, I press gas and speed off down the asphalt driveway adorned with flowers on each side.

I glance at my phone.

"Hmm, eight thirty. I could go clubbing..." I consider talking to myself. "Yea I need some me time," I smile as I make my way on the main road leading into the city.

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SHANI B