Free The Art of Domination by Ella Dominguez

her face. I need to reassure her and comfort her. This part I understand completely now. I never comforted Erika enough when I did things like this to her. Maybe that’s why she did what she did to me. Fuck that. Why am I thinking about her again?
    “Isa, my darling , do you know how much I love you?” I whisper in her ear and her whining dies down. “I love you completely,” I tell her.
    She smells so good, like sweat and arousal. It’s driving me completely fucking mad. I want to hear her scream so I remove the nipple clamps and right on cue, she shrieks. I kiss her breasts and roll her nipples through my fingers, bringing blood flow back into them. Tears run down her cheeks and I lick their salty trail.
    “Good girl. Let it out, love.”
    This is the first time she’s ever cried during a scene. Shit, maybe this is too much for her. I want to ask her if she’s okay, but my alter ego won’t let me. Isa is strong. I know she can handle this. Sensing she’s nearing her limit, I untie her legs, climb up on the table with her and push her knees up to her chest and thrust into her hard, fast and deep.  She feels so good and looks magnificent like this. Her body is littered with the evidence of my torture and she’s never looked more beautiful.  I only wish I had brought my camera to document this. When her pussy starts to tighten around me, I pull out.
    “Not yet,” I tell her and I climb down off of the table and untie her wrists. Next I remove the belts from her body. They’ve left stricture marks all along her torso and hips and she’s looks completely corrupted.
    I grab her legs again and slide her down to the edge of the table so that her bottom is half hanging off. I stand at the foot of the table and spread her legs wide and thrust into her again, harder, faster and deeper than before. I’m unrelenting despite her whimpering pleas to slow down.  I’m digging my fingers into her fleshy curvy hips and pulling her onto me. I feel the head of my cock meet the back of her cunt and I push deeper yet. I want to fuck her painfully. I want her to feel the after effects of my cock for hours, days, weeks. Christ, she’s so beautiful being fucked like this. She just takes me deeper and deeper and…
    “Please , Dylan…” she starts to say and I quiet her by shoving my fingers in her mouth like before.  I’m too close to exploding to hear the sound of her sweet pained voice right now. When she starts to tighten around me again I pull out and stand her up and bend her over the table.
    “Hold on tight, ” I tell her and she grips the edges of the table as I continue pounding into her.  Holy hell . I haven’t fucked like this since… Stop. I can’t think about that. This feels too fucking good to think about that. Focus, Young. I hear my own panting and grunting sounds above the music. My body and hair are soaked with sweat and my abdominal muscles ache from my rigorous thrusting.  I just have to get deeper inside of her. Deeper, Young. You must go deeper.
    Again, Isa starts to moan as if she’s going to cum or cry, or both. She breaks my concentration, so I pull out of her and spin her around and lead her to a dining room chair. I sit her down in it and give my command.
    “Play with yourself, but don’t cum.” I sa y to her and walk into the bedroom and grab the spreader bar. When I come back, Isa is playing with herself like a good pet. I stand and watch her for a few moments and enjoy the sight of her eagerly fingering herself.  Her eyes are still covered and her head is cocked to the one side. I bend down in front of her and put her ankles in the cuffs and put the spreader bar in place. I stand her up and bend her over the chair and instruct her to hold onto the back of it.
    I bend down behind her and lick her ass good, slipping my tongue inside of her and lubing her. I gingerly slip a finger inside of her, then two, easing them in and out to loosen her up a bit. She’s been hesitant to have anal