Free Dominique by Sir Nathan

Fuck my dirty ass!   Ohh !   Ohhhh !”
          “Sweet Jesus,” I whispered, my cock pulsing obscenely in my pants.   Pulling the plug from her, I was shocked by how wet her thighs were.   She was creaming .   I actually tore the zip in my pants trying to get them off, but I didn’t care.   I threw the plug across the floor, stepped in behind her and wedged my cock in her ass.
          Then I lunged.   Tightly gripping her hips, I buried all I had in her.   Her shudders and her moans were mixed with mine and I held her tight as she screamed and bucked, coming again and again.   Her ass spasmed with her orgasms, literally milking the cum from my balls.   I couldn’t stop myself.   She would hardly notice it.   Leaning up, I pulled back and started fucking her ruthlessly.   Her tight, burning hot ass had me on edge in seconds.   I wrapped my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back and pounding her in a rush until I flooded her guts with hot cum.   Holding her tightly to me, my cock spasmed and throbbed, shooting her ass full of thick juice.
          “ Ohhhhh ... Ohhhhh ... Ohhhhh ...” Dominique cooed each time my cock flexed.   My spent cock slipped from her, and in moments her own spasms subsided and I heard her mumbling to herself.   I released the rope attached to her collar and she collapsed to the table.
          We were breathing as hard as each other as I struggled to find the strength to unbind her forearms.   My eyes scanned over her flawless skin and approved of the raised welts decorating it.   I threw the ropes across the floor and stroked her body.   She moaned softly and I leaned down closely, listening to her whisper and gathering her in my arms.   “Oh, Sir ... Oh God, Sir ... Please keep me ... Please, please keep me ...”
          “ Shhh , Dominique ... Shhh ...” I said, smiling down on her and kissing her softly.   “You will be sleeping in my bed tonight.”

    Chapter 4
    I moved in with Andrew sixteen days after meeting him.   I still can’t believe it when I think about it.   We boxed up my belongings in a couple of hours and that was that.   I was worried about ‘notice periods’, and cleaning and getting my deposit back.   Andrew said he would take care of it and he did.   He also said I didn’t have to work if I didn’t want to, but I liked my job and wanted to keep it.   I told him honestly I felt more secure having at least some money I made myself, rather than having him provide everything for me.   And besides , I thought to myself, what if it doesn’t work out?   He found the whole conversation amusing but agreed.   He also told me if I ever wanted to change my mind it would be fine.   That made me smile.
          Before long, we settled into a comfortable routine.
          It was three months and four days later, and something was up.   He called me at work and told me it was a special day, and he was picking up some take out for the occasion.   I had no idea what he had in mind, but I was used to his spontaneity and was more than happy to go along with whatever he might have planned.   As it was my night to cook and I’d had a tiring day, I was happy to have the night off.
          And anyway, I didn’t argue with Andrew.   I learned pretty fast it wasn’t worth it.   I could protest something of course, but arguing wasn’t smart.   He wanted my opinion.   He made that clear.   And I usually gave it without thinking, which I wished I could change.   But for some reason I just kept doing it.   Probably because he said he liked it.   But it always got me into more trouble, rather than less.
          The phone rang the moment I stepped inside our front door.   “Hello?” I asked, picking up the remote and bringing the house to life.
          “Good.   You’re there.   As I said earlier, tonight is a special night.   I’ve laid out some things on your bed.   Shower, change and make yourself