One Dom at a Time
His hands turned me around so I
was facing him and then they went to the back of my
thighs.
    “Hold onto my neck.”
    He lifted me to the edge of the
table and then his large body stepped close pushing my knees
apart.
    He backed away. “Don’t
move.”
    He walked over to a cabinet and
took out several items before coming back over. He placed something
behind my back on the bench and then took my right wrist and placed
a leather cuff around it. He repeated the process with my other
wrist. Next, he took first one arm and then the other and attached
them to the bar above my head.
    “This will allow you to hold the bar.”
    Fuck, my pussy tightened and I
knew he wouldn’t need to work hard for my first orgasm.
    He moved the bar. It went back and locked into place
forcing me to lay back with my hands over my head.
    “I thought we would get this part out of the
way.”
    I hadn’t realized he picked up the two objects
behind my back before he lowered me. Lube and a medium sized butt
plug now rested in his hand.
    My legs came up and I tried to
kick him. It was reflex.
    “So you want to play like that?”
    He grabbed my legs and removed a larger leg cuff
from his back pocket. Now I really started to fight.
    A smart slap landed on my hip. It
hurt and finally got through my panicked brain. He slapped me again
and I stopped fighting completely.
    He spread my legs wide and secured
them. My butt was barely on the table. I tried bringing my knees
inward but two inflexible hands held them apart. One finger circled
my pussy. I was wet. I didn’t look at what he was doing. I watched
his face. It was beautiful. He was always hot but in full Dom mode
he was every woman’s fantasy. His brown eyes lifted to mine and he
brought his finger to his lips.
    I’ve wanted to taste you since the
first night. Delicious.
    His finger went back to my pussy
and entered pushing deep. I gasped. It slid slowly in and then out.
My hips were coming off the table and I wanted more. His other hand
splayed out on my stomach and held me down.
    “Don’t move.”
    I lowered my head back to the bench taking deep
breathes.
    I could hear him opening the lube
and squirting it onto the butt plug. My sphincter muscle tightened.
I knew this was going to be uncomfortable. His finger came up and
traveled between my butt cheeks seeking my ass. He lubricated the
puckered circle but didn’t try to enter. His hand continued to play
gently and unexpectedly his mouth found the hot folds of my labia
and his tongue laved my clit causing my hips to buck off the
table.
    His laugh was low and sexy. “The
first thing I thought I would need was a gag for your mouth but
you’ve been unexpectedly quiet. Unfortunately you can’t stay still
but I can help with that. He pulled straps up from the sides of the
table and secured them firmly over my hips. He didn’t give me time
to adjust; his sweet mouth went back to work. I then felt his
finger slid into my pussy again and his lips found my clit and
began to suck.
    I thrashed against my bindings.
His mouth was torturing me and there was nothing I could do but
give in. The muscles of my pussy began to throb and a cry escaped
my lips as the orgasm rolled over me. I felt pressure against my
anus but I was too far gone to even clench. The butt plug went past
my sphincter and buried deeply inside my ass. My pussy clenched and
continued pulsating. Teeth nibbled and sucked and my sob turned
into a loud moan.
    Finally my orgasm tapered off and
I managed to open my eyes.
    He was watching me. “Your job is
simple. You better clench that butt plug tightly because if it
falls out, there will be hell to pay and the next one I use will
not be as small.
    Argh, I screamed inside my head.
He looked totally unaffected. His eyes hadn’t softened with passion
but they did sparkle with mirth.
    “One down and four to
go.”
    If I wasn’t tied down and at his
mercy, I would have thrown something at him.

Chapter Eleven
     
    He released me from the

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