Dominant Love(BDSM)

Chapter Six

Later in the day

I sat in my home office; the clock on my laptop was twenty five to ten. I sat there and stared down at my cell phone, noticing there were no missed calls, nor did the answer machine in my house phone beep on. I blew out a sigh and stood up from my spinning chair, pushing it in and hearing it collide against my desk. I didn't want to hunt her down and make her suffer the consequences but if that's the route she was willing to take, I was going to direct her in the best direction possible. I walked out of my office and grabbed the keys to my black 2014 Mercedes-Benz CLA-Class; I had many cars I called my toys, but when I needed to get to a place fast and unsuspected, this was my choice. I climbed in, letting the leather seats cushion my tensed back and shoulders. I drove through the empty freeway and made my gps backtrack until I was sitting in her driveway.

I was now sitting in my living room eating a bowl of Blue Bell Butter Crunch ice cream. I heard three rapid knocks bang against my door. I nearly choked on crunch that was in my ice cream. I rose from my position and laid my ice cream onto my glass coffee table. I walked the short path to my door and opened it, seeing a pair of stormy grey eyes locked onto my face. His lips pressed hard. My breaths got caught in my throat as I was pushed backwards into the living room. I heard a few clicks and I sensed they came from his tongue. I heard the tv turn off as it made the 'zoom' noise. I looked up at him, then kneeled.

 I lightly lick his hardened member, teasing him. I am waiting for him to take command. Mocking his rule. I do not have to wait long; he grabs my hair and pushes me down on that hardened member until it is firmly lodged in my throat. My nose is stuck against his rock hard stomach. He is all muscle, this guy. I have no hope against his strength. He can lift me with one arm. I struggle to breathe. I have long since taken care of my gag reflex- he knows I can take it but tonight he wants to test me. I feel him pulsating in my throat. I explore the shaft with my tongue, eliciting moans from above. I try to push away from him; I need to catch my breath. He holds me there, my struggle exciting to him. He soon bores of this position and pushes me to lie flat on the ground. With two legs over my head, he begins to thrust into my mouth.

In and out he roughly shoves. No mercy for the throat I know will be very sore come morning.

He lifts out of my mouth and flips me over like I weigh nothing but a sheet of loose leaf paper. In one swift movement, he has accessorized himself with a condom from some unseen hidden stash. As he slaps my face again and again and forces it against the carpet. He physically bends my knees and enters me from behind. The lack of lube bothers me, as there is usually lube on his harden member before he pushes roughly into my backside. Tonight nothing. I wince. The wince earns me a painful bite on my neck.

He is a biter and my body is marked by various ugly purple bruises on my legs, arms and back at different stages of healing. “No bruises!” I shout. “I have work tomorrow.”

 "Are you telling me what to do bitch?"

 "Please" I attempt to explain, hell I practically beg. My mouth almost sucking carpet as he holds my head down against its dotted pattern. "The blouses I have won't cover the bites so high up my back and neck." I could tell he is ignoring me; he bites again. I scream and wiggle around under his weight, trying to dislodge his teeth that were piercing my skin.

I hear his rough voice through the ear that isn't pressed into the carpet. “That's for trying to order me around. I'll fucking do whatever I want to do to you". I groan inwardly, knowing this one will be a big bruiser. I dare not complain, fearing the repercussions.

He pops out of my behind and throws the condom across the room where it lands somewhere among the now tattered clothes I was wearing.

He moves to play with my kitty. The position now changes and his family jewels hang over my mouth. "Suck them!" I hear his command. I take him into my mouth only for one of my teeth to mistakenly catch them. My throat felt raw as I tried to spit out an apology only for him to turn around enraged.

“YOU WILL BE PUNISHED FOR THAT SLUT! HOW DARE YOU HURT ME?” I let a nervous laugh bubble from my lips as nothing else could, no matter how much I forced words out. I then felt a blow rip across my face. Before I could protest he backhands me again. "WIPE THAT FUCKING SMILE OFF YOUR FACE!” I felt the tears brim behind my eyelashes and I stuttered out.

"Michael stop, please it hurts." My remark gained me two more fierce slaps.

One more sincere plea. Four more hits. I fell silent. It was at this moment for the first time I actually began to fear that he was out of control.

He drags my body to the other side of the room and picks up his tie. I work out his intention and wiggle away trying to get to my bedroom. He grabs me, blocking my attempt to escape and forcing me to the floor. Holding my legs open, he whips me with his belt right on the most sensitive part of my body. I scream. I have a high tolerance for pain and he knows this is way outside the boundaries. I start to scream the safety word I was given as I pummel my small fist at his back, begging him to stop as the safety word bounced off the walls and into my ears but the whips only get stronger. My pussy feels like it is aflame. At this point I am scared. I want out. I need out. I have to get as far away as possible from him. My back is literally against the wall; there is nowhere to go. His strength, one of the things that attracted me to him, now terrifies me. I know I am no match for him.

The rest of the night sort of passed in a blur....

Another condom pushed deep within me, oh thank god that whipping stopped. I think I'm bleeding. I can feel his tie being tightened around my neck now. He's trying to choke me. I breathe throughout my nose. I'm choking. His rough, large hands now strangling me. Please, I don't want to black out, I think to myself. You have no idea how strong you are, my thoughts voice out as if they were talking to him. Lights fade. Hearing dimmed. I see stars and I feel my body start to go limp as sweat claim every inch of my exposed skin.

I feel his thrusts inside of me slow and then stop completely. I feel him pull out and his whisper that brushes against my ear making shivers tremble down my back and shoulders. I came to the conclusion that it was now over. How did I get mixed into this fucked up world of being a slave? A Submission, he called me. A sex puppet. A punching bag to a man of good looks and wealth. Why me? It’s all I've been trying to figure out since the first night. That night he took my innocence, now my inner-pride. I wondered what was next as I blacked out onto my carpeted floor, not able to move a muscle.

My breath was short lasting and rough, my body was covered in a thick coat of perspiration. I stared down at Catayla’s limp body and I pulled out slowly. I hissed softly as the cold air from her ac unit fanned over my body. I stared down at her and my mind raced of what to do now as sweat consumed her small slender body. I ran a hand through my hair and blew out a thoughtful sigh as I picked her up and laid her onto her sofa. I looked around until I found the clothes I had torn off of her and picked up the remaining pieces. I studied them and dressed her back up, my knuckles brushing her soft skin, a small smile played along my lips. She was beautiful when she slept. I stood up, grabbed my boxers and then my pants following. I shrugged my shirt on and rolled my shoulders. I looked about her living room and started to walk towards her kitchen, finding her workbag and shuffling through it until I found a yellow notepad. I searched through the small pockets and found a pen. My hand scribed the message: Next time just give me a damn call.