She took a deep breath and hit send. It was a simple message, but as she watched the screen, she couldn’t help but feel nervous.
“Hey, are you up?”
She felt kind of bad. Almost like a fuckboy. Messaging him this late after ignoring him for the majority of the day. But she knew what she wanted and knew he could help her reach that. The read report came up and she knew he was awake.
“It’s only 11:30, so yeah, I’m up. What’s up?”
Her heartbeat sped up. It was booming in her chess. Now that she knew he was awake; she could feel her pulse starting to resonate in more parts of her body as her heart seemed to scream in anticipation. A wave of heat washed over her as she typed out her best response.
“Just, you know, hanging out. I was wondering, um… any more dreams?”
There it was. An open invitation for him to take it away. She held my breath as the infamous three bouncing dots appeared. Her hands subconsciously drifted to her nipples as she traced her piercings through her lacey bralette. Small circles over each end that raised goosebumps on her arms.
“Well, that depends: do you count daydreams?”
“I do. Do you?”
“For you, I will. Give me a minute, it’s a lot.”
The tracing along her nipples had turned to light massaging and pulling as she closed her eyes and thought of his last message. She played with her hair and closed her eyes as she waited, biting her lower lip to make sure she didn’t moan too loud. Time began to lose it’s meaning as her hand started to lower to her shorts. Just as she was about to reach into them, she felt the gentle vibrations of her phone on the pillow beside her. Her eyes snapped open as she saw he had finally messaged back. As she unlocked her phone, two more texts came in from him, both equally as long. “Fuck,” she thought to herself, “He wrote a novel.”
“Well, it never starts with sex. We’re more than that in my dreams. In fact, it usually starts really innocent. Rather it be at the movies, a carnival, the mall, or even the woods. The one in the woods was really interesting, but I’ll save that for another day. This specific dream started at the aquarium in Atlanta, Georgia. I don’t know if I have ever mentioned it, but I love aquariums. I’ve always wanted to go on a date to one, especially with you. In my dream, we woke up pretty early (like 6:30 or so) and started our drive. We stopped at Chikfila, because duh, and shared a twenty count of Chicken Minis. We got to the aquarium and got to skip the huge line since I bought tickets ahead of time. We walked into the central lobby as the colors of the LED walls shifted from orange and blue to green and purple. I immediately heard you giggle and snapped to look at you as you tried to cover your mouth and hide. ‘What’s so funny?’ I asked you. You copied my shocked face and scanned the lobby to tease me, but I took the opportunity to lean over and kiss your cheek. You turned back to me as your cheeks started to get red from blush, so I took your hand lead the way into one of the exhibits.
We spent the majority of the day there until they eventually announced they were about to close. I offered the food court for dinner, but you just rolled your eyes and asked if we could have something a little less fishy. We went back to the car and drove to a small diner downtown. It looked like it had been plucked out of the 1950s; bright neon lights along the roof, a long bar in the middle of the room that faces the grill, booths lining the outer wall, and a jukebox playing some song by the Beach Boys. I’ll admit, it is exactly my style. You got a mushroom swiss burger and I got an order of French Toast with sausage on the side. As we were eating you motioned for me to wipe my mouth, but I was really into the French Toast so I wasn’t really paying full attention to the maple syrup on my chin. You rolled your eyes and leaned over, licking it off my chin and winking at me. We looked into each other’s eyes and both started to break out in laughter.
We finished our meal and I paid for us. As we started to leave, someone played Mr. Blue Sky and you started to lightly nod along and hum to the tune. We walked out, swinging our arms back and forth as we got progressively louder singing along to the song. I opened the door for you and you playfully curtsied as you thanked me. You were wearing light jean shorts with a black T-shirt and a blue/gray flannel over it. You sat down and I leaned down into the car as I kissed you. You clung to my collar and pulled me deeper into our kiss as your tongue flicked across my lips. I answered back by gently squeezing your thigh and using my own tongue to slowly trace the outline of your lips.”
The first text came to an end there, so she set her phone down. She took a deep breath as she snapped back to reality and looked around her room. She could almost see the neon red glow of a diner’s open sign, almost smell the greasy French fries that surely accompanied the burger he imagined she had ordered, and almost hear the classic guitar riffs of the 50’s mix with indistinct chatter of a full restaurant. It did seem nice. But she knew the real action was just about to start. She grabbed her phone again and started to read, with her free hand instinctively going to her shorts.
“In the dream, we drove back to the hotel and checked in for the night. We were on the fourteenth floor. As we were going up the elevator it became impossible to keep our hands off of each other. It seemed as though each ding of the elevator was an indication to take it up a notch. The door closed as our hands slipped into one another’s. Ding. You laid your head on my shoulder and I pulled you close by your waist. Ding. I started to gently massage your butt. Ding. We started making out. Ding. I had you pressed against the wall as I started to rub you through your shorts. Ding. You started to kiss your way from my neck to my ear. Ding. We both freeze. The elevator has stopped. We quickly turned and tried to act natural before the door could open.
A tiny Asian man in a suit that seemed too big for him steps in and politely nods to us before he turns and hits the “10” button. Three floors away. We could wait. But neither of us wanted to. The petite businessman turned towards the door and I silently pulled you in front of me. You took the hint and gently fell back against me. Ding. You started to slowly grind against me as I rubbed your shoulders. Ding. I grabbed your hips and started to grind back against you. Even though our pants, I knew you could feel what you had done to me. Ding. You slowly reached back and started to rub me through my pants and you quietly gasped at how hard I was. Your hand shot back to your side as the man peeked over his shoulder. Ding. The doors slide open and he steps off. As soon as the door closed, you spun around and we resumed our make-out session. The next three floors went by in a flash. I led you by the hand to our room: 1406. I scanned in and we were both nearly floored by how perfect the room was. The door opened on a single queen bed that faced a dresser with a large TV mounted on the wall above it. There was a wide hallway that served as the kitchen connecting the bedroom to another. White marble countertops contrasted against the black refrigerator, microwave, and tile floor of the hallway. The final room must have been some kind of living room because it was a 40″ widescreen TV on a long entertainment center. A black leather couch sat parallel with a matching recliner in the corner. However, we both went directly to the window that stared out. It was easily as tall as me and we stood next to each other in silence as we stared out to the skyline of Atlanta.
You turned away from me as you crossed your arm and pulled your shirt off. “I’m going to hop in the shower, but you be good and wait for your own turn,” you said before disappearing into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and imagined you letting the water run down your body. Gently covering yourself with soap. Massaging your hair with the warmth washing over you. I let my imagination run about what I would do to you in there, but as I did so I heard the bathroom door open and saw you step out with your hair wrapped and nothing else on. “Your turn. I’ll be ready when you come out,” you said to me before turning and walking into the bedroom. I watched your hips sway as you walked and I knew what was coming after this shower. I took my time in the shower, wanting to give you plenty of time for what you had planned. But I knew it would pale with what I was planning.
I came out, slipped on a T-Shirt and my gray sweatpants, and went straight to the bedroom. You were there, in red and white striped, lacey lingerie with matching stockings, waiting for me on your knees. I came over to you and rubbed the back of my hand against your cheek as you looked into my eyes and reached out for my dick.”
The message came to an end once again. She sighed, frustrated that there had to be a pause between each reading. She quickly ran to check her door again, ensuring it was locked. She could already feel herself dripping and knew the messages were only going to make it worse. She could feel her nipples pressing against the light material of her bralette, so she quickly stripped herself of that and her shorts. She lied back in bed, unlocked her phone, and put her hand back inside her panties as she began to read again.
“I pulled you back up to your feet and kissed you. Our tongues immediately sought to explore each other’s mouth as your nails dug into my shoulder. Without breaking our embrace, I lead us to the living room. I broke our kiss and put our foreheads against each other as I whispered, ‘I want you to submit to me. Completely.’ You whispered back to me, ‘Yes sir,’ and I pressed your back against the window. We resumed our kissing as I gently massaged your nipples through your bra. You moaned into my life as I pinched down on one and I knew you weren’t ready for what was next. I turned you around so we were both facing the window and staring out to the city below us. Our lights were off, so I knew no one could see how much you loved it as slipped my hand into your panties and gently rubbed your clit. You sighed as you rested your head against the window and I noticed your breath start to speed up. I traced my finger around your lips and lightly slipped one finger into you. You moaned and pressed your body back against me. I started to speed up as you moaned and said not to stop. I reached back and pulled your head back so that your back was arched. I kissed my way up your shoulder until I was beside your ear and I whispered, ‘We’re just getting started.’
I pull you by the hair away from the window and put you down on the couch. You looked down at me as I took off my shirt. You put your finger in your mouth and lightly bit it as you watched me. I kissed you once and winked at you before I went back between your legs. I kissed the upper part of your hip and asked if you were ready. You nodded quickly and moved my way down. I kissed you once, lightly through the lace panties, which made you giggle. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of your lingerie and slowly pulled them down your legs. I threw them to the side and lifted your legs over my shoulders as I went back. I softly blew onto your glistening pussy and you lightly shook from the chill. I kissed onto your clit and started to softly rub your thighs. You were moaning out already, which made me smile before I started to go harder. My nails dug into your thighs as you held onto my hands and started to rock your hips to match my speed as I continued to lick and kiss you. You started to breathe harder and harder as you got closer and closer, which made me slow down. You moaned and said ‘Baby, I’m about to cum,’ so I stopped. You started to pout and sat up as you whispered ‘no, no, no, baby I’m so close, please don’t stop’. I put a finger to your lips as I hushed you. I stood up, took your hand, and pulled you to me. We kissed as we held each other, and I rubbed my hands across your butt. We broke our kiss and I continued to massage your ass as you traced the outline of the stars tattooed on my shoulder. I looked into your eyes and ordered, ‘You do not cum until I say you can.”
I spun you around and bent you over the armrest of the couch. I placed one hand on your shoulder and used the other to go back to fingering you. You moaned into the leather as I went harder and harder. You bit down on the leather as you called out that you were going to cum. Of course, I knew you would. It was all apart of my plan. I wrapped my hand into your hair and pulled it back so you couldn’t use the couch to keep yourself quiet anymore. I slipped another finger into you and sped up as I felt your body start to shake. You cried out my name as you came. I stopped teasing you and let you come down from your orgasm. You were breathing heavy and your legs continued to lightly shake anytime you tried to put your weight onto them. I came to your face and pulled your hair so you were looking into my eyes. ‘Bad girl.’ I said. I pulled you up and led you to the bedroom, warning you once that bad girls needed to be punished.”
The message came to an end. She shook her head and tried to refresh the messages. There had to be more. She was so close. Just a little more.
“Wait… is that the end?”
“Ask me nicely for the rest.”
“Like… really?”
“Do I seem like I’m kidding?”
“Please… will you please tell me what happened next, sir?”
A few seconds went by, but as her aching body begged for a release it seemed like an eternity. Finally, the phone lit up as his message came through.
“I laid you onto the bed and kissed your forehead. ‘Strip,’ I commanded. As you obeyed, I went to my bag and got out the toys I brought: a black satin blindfold, two pairs of black fuzzy handcuffs, and a small pink vibrator. I laid them on the bedside table and noticed you’re staring at them. I kissed you and looked into your eyes. We said nothing, but we both knew the message; bad girls needed to be punished. I slipped the blindfold over your eyes and gently handcuffed your arms behind your back. I lightly guided you over my knee petted your hair as I rubbed your butt. I placed my hand over your mouth and firmly spanked you. You yelped, shocked by how hard I went, so it’s a good thing I covered your mouth. I told you that, starting now, you will count every time I spank you.
1. You rubbed your head against the sheet for a second, letting the stingy sensation fade before muttering it out.
2. Your body jumped from the impact and you groaned in pain as you counted the second spanking.
3. This one was different. You moaned and counted a little deeper as you shook your ass in the air, almost begging me for another one. It almost seemed like you enjoyed your punishment.
4. I went harder, to the point it even hurt my hand. But you moaned louder and bit down on the sheets as you said “4.” I rubbed your butt and asked if my dirty girl was liking her punishment and you nodded. ‘Tell me how much you like it’ You started to say you loved it but, before you could finish, I spanked you again.
‘5. Fuck baby’ you moaned. I led you to your feet and kissed you on the cheek. I stood up beside you and slowly bent you over the bed. You rested your cheek on the bed and let out a breath, surely expecting me to fuck you until you were begging me for more. I stepped out of my sweat pants and rubbed the tip of my cock against your clit. You moaned spread your legs more, waiting for me to slide in. To your surprise, I slipped the vibrator between your legs and pressed it against your clit on its faster speed. You gasped, but it quickly turned into a moan as you accepted this new toy. I slowly slid it between you and the bed so that it stayed against your clit, then with one quick spank to prepare you, I inched my cock into your begging pussy. You moaned into the bed as I slowly started to fuck you while the vibrator continued to pleasure you. As I sped up, I went harder and harder, spanking you and lightly scratching your back as I did. You started to yell into the sheet as you were about to cum again, so I pulled you back off the bed and turned you around to face me. I slid your blindfold off and asked if you were going to be a good girl. You nodded and we kissed as I took your handcuffs off.
I fell onto the bed and you immediately mounted me. We kissed as you guided yourself back down onto my dick. I grabbed onto your hips and starting thrusting up to meet you as you rode me and each time we moaned into each other’s mouths. You reached down and teased your clit as I fucked you harder and harder. You bit down on my lip as you moaned and collapsed onto me and started to buck wildly. I held you for a moment as you caught your breath. I spanked you one more time and you moaned into my chest. I kissed your forehead and whispered, ‘Good girl.”
She put her phone down. She’s not sure how many times she had orgasmed. At least twice. But she wanted more. She needed more. She grabbed her phone and paused. Was this what she wanted? Of course, it was.
“Come over.”
“I’m on the way.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hksgyp/domination_faith_in_pleasure_pt_3