Free A Dom and His Not So Submissive Sub by Taki James

her eyes open. This time, the Dom had a knife in his hand. Vanessa’s inner conservative wanted to cringe at the sight of the stainless steel so close to human flesh, but Freyr’s thrust had her seeing things a different way. The submissive moaned instead of screamed as the tip of the knife trailed down her skin. She didn’t look to be frightened at all. Vanessa knew she still would never do something like that, but she wouldn’t look down on those who do.
                  Freyr rotated her hips counter to his slow thrusts. The sex this time was so different from what it had been the other times she’d allowed him to sleep with her. She had no control over way Freyr moved her.
                  “A good Sub is a Sub that trusts her master,” he said to her as they watched the Dom running to the tip of his erection through his Sub’s slit. “A Sub trusts that her Master will not take things too far. Everything is not about restraints or pain. It is about enjoying yourself.”
                  He stopped speaking suddenly. His thrusts no longer the easy slow glide of before. He moved hard against her. Her teeth clenched to keep her voice quiet. She leaned further back into his chest, allowing him to control her movements. She forced herself to keep her eyes open to watch what was happening on the stage. The Dom had thrust into his Sub wildly. The remaining awareness inside Vanessa’s mind was proud to notice that the Dom didn’t have nearly what her man had going for him in the dick department.
                  Bragging about it had to wait though. Freyr thrust sharply, striking just right against that knot of nerves inside her. She writhed as orgasm shot through her. She was just aware of a hand clamping over her mouth to muffle her sudden scream. Her hands reached for the nearest item available as a handhold, his hair.  Freyr ignored her tight grip against his scalp.  Her inner muscles gripped him so tightly, like a well fitted glove. He pulled her hips tighter against him, rocking her back and forth. His teeth pinched the skin at the back of her neck playfully, enjoying himself immensely. He’d forgotten the couple on the stage long ago until he heard them both roar their pleasure as they both climaxed. Freyr cursed rapidly in his own tongue. Vanessa was very aware that the show was about to end and if she didn’t want to be embarrassed to be seen having sex she had to figure out how to get Freyr to come. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, massaging his thrusting cock. He grunted as his hands clenched tighter on her thighs. She bore down harder on him, the result having him striking hard against the nerve rich kernel inside her. It hurt so good her orgasm ran straight through her.  Freyr followed.
                  She collapsed back upon him weakly, feeling the tremors through her body. With the last of his strength, he covered her, the best he could with her skirt. She slid from his lap, lifting away from his spent cock. He carefully tucked himself away before standing so they could trail with the audience out of the amphitheater. Vanessa said nothing until she had a drink in front of her. Once Freyr settled himself in his seat, she said, “That was a wild experience.”
                  Freyr’s smile was small as he nodded. “I forgot that particular Dom enjoyed knives. His sub likes the pain.”
                  Vanessa shuddered. “I still don’t understand how anyone could enjoy pain, but I guess everything else was okay.”
                  They drank their drinks, watching some of the other couples near them. Vanessa wasn’t sure of the time they left, but she was glad to be heading home where she would be safe from seeing whips and chains as decoration. Vanessa thought about her experience. There was no way she’d ever go by herself. She’d think about going with Freyr again, but only if they stayed