Sasha's Portrait Page 10
Derrick wondered if she realized how easily she had been succumbing to his demands, accepting his slow control over her and the significance of it. She stopped before him, gloriously naked except for the silver chain around her waist and the ring that adorned her bellybutton. He loved keeping her naked and on edge.
“You will douche every morning before showering.”
“Okay.”
He narrowed his eyes at her easy acceptance. “If you don’t, I’ll know and I’ll do it for you.”
“I’ll do it,” she quickly said, not liking the alternative at all. That would be way too humiliating.
Derrick sat on the couch and pulled Sasha over his lap. His hand rested on her buttock, the feel of her soft smooth skin hardening his cock. “I love having you like this, naked, vulnerable, your ass mine to do with as I please. You like it too, don’t you, Sasha?”
“Yes.”
Derrick picked up the paddle and swatted first her right cheek and then her left before landing a hard smack in the center. “And you like the pain, don’t you? The added rush it gives you.”
Sasha gasped and wiggled on his lap as he landed blow after blow on her tender skin. “Yes. Ow! Derrick, that really hurts!”
“I know. Paddles raise the quickest blush and cover a large area with one stroke.” He landed another in the middle of her crease and then moved lower to the sexy under curve of her cheeks.
Despite the pain, Sasha’s pussy swelled with need; her juices running down her thighs as blatant evidence of an arousal she couldn’t hide or deny. She breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped and his hand caressed her aching ass.
“So soft, and red, and hot. Christ, you turn me on.” Grabbing the lubricant, Derrick spread her buttocks with one hand and squeezed a generous amount into her rectum. Inserting two fingers, he liberally coated her tight, dark hole. “Tell me something.”
“What?” she asked, the feel of his fingers fucking her ass causing her to moan in pleasure.
“Did those erotic novels of yours contain scenes of women being double fucked by two men?”
“Yes.” Sasha recalled several favorite erotic scenes that had really turned her on.
“And, did you insert your butt plug and masturbate when reading them?”
Sasha just nodded her head. A hard swat on her sore rear made her answer verbally. “Yes, yes I did.”
“I thought so.” Derrick reluctantly removed his fingers from her ass and picked up a large dildo. “Butt plugs and fingers are no substitutes for two large, very hard cocks. Breathe in and push out, Sasha, just like when I fucked you on the boat. This dildo is only slightly smaller than I am.”
When she took a deep breath, Derrick pushed the dildo up her rectum in one smooth move. Sasha gasped and wiggled against the rude invasion, but another hard smack quieted her down. Derrick gave her a moment to adjust to the dildo before ordering her to roll over. Her face was flushed with both discomfort and arousal as she stared up at him breathing heavily.
“You’ll get used to it. Now, spread your legs and show me that pretty pussy.” Her cunt lips separated along with her legs revealing the moist pink recesses of her vagina. She had one of the most attractive pussies he had ever seen and knowing it was all his made his cock seep. Picking up the other dildo, he spread her outer lips further and slowly shoved it in, the tightness from the one in her ass making it slow going. Finally, the dildo was lodge deep inside her, her plump lips wrapped around it lovingly, just like they grasped his cock. Taking her hand he pulled her up.
“How does that feel?” he asked, feathering light kisses along her jaw, down her neck and across her breasts.
“Strange. A little uncomfortable, but good.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” His lips moved to her nipple, suckling it before pulling it tautly between his teeth. When he had coaxed the pretty pink bud into a hard pointed tip, he attached the loop from the nipple clasp and tightened it.
Sasha gasped, closing her eyes as she adjusted to the swift pain that encompassed the whole tip of her breast. The pain subsided as quickly as it had sprung, leaving her nipple swollen, puffy and red and causing her cunt to spasm around the dildo. She was ready when he moved to the other breast and attached the clamp.
Derrick looked at her closely. Her nipples were erect and swollen, the chain swinging between them as sexy as the one around her waist. The end of the dildos were clearly visible, protruding about an inch out of her orifices. The sight hardened his cock further leaving him in sore need of having to rid his jeans.
Standing, he sat Sasha back down and chucked his pants, his cock springing free with relief. Sasha eyed him longingly, and he was going to give her exactly what she was begging silently for.
“Lay on your back, legs over the top of the sofa, head hanging backwards.”
Sasha obeyed his curt instruction, wondering at the odd position.
“Push your hips against the back. That’ll help keep the dildos in.” When she was in place, her head over the couch and looking up at him, he straddled her face and bent over, resting on his hands on either side of her hips. “Open your mouth for me, Sasha. I’m going to show you how you can swallow my whole cock.”
Sasha quickly realized what he was doing and nervously opened her mouth. His cock slid in, his balls resting on her cheeks. Fearful of this unknown act, she reached up and grabbed onto his hard thighs, needing something to hang on to. Slowly, Derrick lowered his hips, his cock slipping easily down her throat. He quickly pulled back and then slowly fucked her mouth and throat again. It didn’t take her long to accept his complete invasion, and she started sucking and tonguing his hard length as he quickened his movements.
Even though the angle of her head was uncomfortable, Sasha enjoyed the feel of him caressing her throat. Imagining the picture they made excited her more and the only thing that could make this better would be an audience.
“That’s it, baby. Suck me hard. God, you feel good. So hot, so wet. Your mouth was made for sucking my cock.” Derrick pumped his hips harder, his climax nearing; and, soon, he was shooting his sperm down her throat, his balls slapping her face, her lips, tongue and cheeks sucking him dry.
She was breathing heavily as he pulled out of her mouth, but she continued to kiss and lick him until he moved away from her. Derrick helped her sit up and once again positioned her on his lap. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright with satisfaction and lust.
“I did it,” she breathed.
“Yeah, did you ever.” Derrick kissed her then laid her back, her hips positioned over his lap. “Time to fuck you, baby.” Taking the end of a dildo in each hand, he slowly pulled the one in her cunt back. As he inserted it again, he pulled the one in her ass out. He continued to move them in a synchronized fashion, one in, one out, until she was writhing over his lap, her hips bucking, pleading for harder, faster stimulation.
Looking at her, he said, “This is what it’ll be like. Two hard cocks fucking you, in and out, one of your holes filled at all times until you can’t stand it.”
“I can’t stand it now, Derrick,” she panted, her hands fisted at her sides. “Please, let me come now. Fuck me harder.”
“What if I said no? What would you do?” he asked already knowing. His hands moved faster, the dildos wet with her juices and lube as her body sucked on them.
Tears welled instantly. “Please don’t, Derrick. This is new to me. I need to come.”
Derrick gave in to her. The time would come soon enough when he would need to quit indulging her, but, as she said, this was new to her. “Okay, Sasha. You can come.” He quickened his movements, fucking her orifices faster, harder, until both dildos were ramming her simultaneously, hips were thrashing, and she was screaming out her orgasm.
Sasha fell back against the couch, her legs spread and lax, breathing heavily as her body continued to shudder in pleasure. Derrick pulled the dildos out and then removed the nipple clamps. Blood rushed to her nipples, but his hands were th
ere to ease the discomfort. Sasha’s satisfaction stemmed more from just having a powerful climax. She felt a sense of satisfaction she hadn’t felt before.
Derrick had done everything for her since they met. This time, she had done something for him. Taking him down her throat had pleased him and given him one hell of an orgasm. He had never shot so much semen in her mouth before, and she had relished every drop. She knew the time was coming, as they continued their trip, that he was going to be giving in to her needs less and indulging his more. He was a man used to having women kneel at his feet and obeying his every command without thought to their own pleasure.
Sasha had read enough about doms to know that they led very self indulgent lifestyles. Everything they did was about their pleasure. Either a sub was happy to cater to them, or they were shown their walking papers. It was as simple as that. She didn’t know if she was capable of giving him that much control, but she was slowly coming to realize she wanted to try. The rewards would be few and far between, but they’d be worth waiting for. The end goal would be when basking in his pleasure would be enough for her.
Chapter Ten
Sasha felt her orgasm building, threatening to make her lose control again. Derrick had her pinned to the bed, her legs thrown over his shoulders, her body bowed back as he lay over her, thrusting hard into her pussy. Braced on one arm, his other was at his side, his hand beneath her raised ass, three fingers tunneling into her anus in time with his cock fucking her cunt.
All day they had played tourist with Derrick constantly finding ways to touch her, exposing a breast or lifting her skirt to caress her naked buttocks to strangers. His constant manipulations kept her on the edge of arousal all day, and now, when he was finally fucking her, he was demanding she not come. And, she was trying, she really was. She had made a promise to herself that she was going to try harder to please him, obey him in everything. But, right now, she was failing miserably. It was simply too much stimulation for her over loaded senses.
“Hold, Sasha,” Derrick demanded as he pumped harder, faster into her, feeling her as she started to convulse around him. Sasha whimpered in remorse that she was losing her battle. Her body spasmed, her pussy grasping his cock as she exploded beneath him.
Sasha felt his disappointment in her as he rolled off her with a sigh. Without waiting for his instructions, she rose from the bed and retrieved the leather paddle from the table where he left all their purchases from yesterday laid out. Handing it to him without a word, she started to bend over the bed when he stopped her.
“No. Bend over and grasp your ankles,” his tone was cold and brooked no argument, revealing his displeasure with her.
Sasha couldn’t believe how bad she felt over disappointing him again. Turning her back to him, she bent over, grasped her ankles, and accepted the mortification as well as the soon to come pain as her due.
“You’ll hold that position for all twenty strokes. Each time you lose it, I’ll add another one. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Derrick,” she returned, knowing she was going to get more than twenty. The first blow almost had her toppling, but she held on. The second was harder and she lost her balance, her hands automatically reaching to brace herself on the floor. Derrick simply paused, waiting while she grasped her ankles again before resuming his punishment. By the time he was through, she had earned an extra six swats and her ass was on fire.
“You may go to bed now.” Derrick simply ignored her as she climbed onto the bed and fell face down where she laid the rest of the night.
The next day, they again played tourist and Derrick was his usual, attentive self, tormenting her body mercilessly, keeping her in a state of heightened arousal by constantly touching her and exposing her. But that night, when she straddled his lap, his cock buried deep in her pussy, she managed to ride him long and hard and succeeded in keeping her orgasm at bay. As she collapsed against his chest, she was so happy; she felt giddy.
Lifting away from him, she smiled triumphantly, “I did it, Derrick!”
Like a kid that had accomplished a feat for the first time, she glowed with undisguised pleasure, so proud of herself, she was bursting. Her nipples were beaded tightly, her wet pussy still wrapped around his semi-hard cock and he knew she could come easily.
“I never doubted you could do it. Let’s celebrate.” Grabbing the bedside phone, Derrick ordered champagne and strawberries.
Sasha slipped her thong on until the young man from room service had delivered their treat and then quickly pulled it off and climbed onto Derrick’s lap. For the next hour, he tortured her, feeding her strawberries dipped in the bubbly before laying her on the bed and pouring the champagne over her breasts and between her legs. Sasha gasped as the cool liquid slid between her heated pussy lips. Derrick quickly warmed her by licking her breasts clean before moving down to her cunt.
“Derrick,” she groaned in torment when his tongue licked the moisture from between her lips. “I’ll never make it if you continue that.”
“Just a few tastes, baby, I promise.” Derrick licked her pussy a few more times, then, though it was tempting to continue, decided to show her some mercy.
Sasha fell asleep with her body aching for release but more content than she could ever remember being.
The next day was their last in New York before leaving the next morning to travel to Richmond to visit friends of Derrick’s. Derrick announced they were going dancing that evening before searching through her wardrobe to find something suitable for her to wear. Sasha watched him, liking the way he chose what he wanted her to wear when they were going out. It saved her the hassle from having to choose herself. Of course, his selections were always made with ulterior motives in mind, and she had no doubt this evening would be any different. She was looking forward to dancing. She had gone often in college and had missed it.
“Here, this should do.” He laid out a tight, short white skirt and a see through light blue and white halter top that hooked behind her neck and back. The two pieces would leave her midriff bare showing off her bellybutton ring and chain.
“I haven’t danced in several years, Derrick,” she finally commented when he grabbed a pair of three inch strappy sandals. “I don’t think those shoes will work.”
“You can always slip them off if you need to.”
The little smile he gave her meant he was up to something. Sasha discovered what that was an hour later when they entered what looked to be a very popular night club. Placed strategically around the room were round raised platforms with poles in the middle upon which women in various stages of dress danced. Crowded tables were dispersed among the platforms so viewers could watch several girls at one time.
Derrick led her to a table and pulled a chair out for her. “I thought you meant WE were dancing when you mentioned it earlier,” Sasha commented as the woman on the dais nearest them exposed her very generous breasts.
Derrick grinned. “Actually, I do want you to dance, as soon as there’s available space.”
Sasha’s eyes widened in alarm, but she couldn’t suppress the flare of excitement that shifted through her. “I don’t know how to strip!”
Derrick noticed she didn’t complain about stripping, just about not knowing how. “All these women are amateurs here with boyfriends or husbands. You know how to dance, don’t you?”
Sasha watched several of the dancer’s movements and knew she’d have no problem wrapping herself around one of those poles in a suggestive manner. “Yes, but why do you want all these strangers to see me naked?”
“You won’t be completely naked. Laws forbid full frontal nudity so you can only go as far as your thong. You have an awesome body, Sasha. I like it showing it off.”
Sasha didn’t miss the inflection that he considered her body his property. Over the past few days, she also had come to think in those terms. “Okay, but I need a stiff drink first.”
Thirty minutes later, a space opened near their table. Apparently Derrick had already
As the music continued to play, all she had to do was get into the rhythm and try to forget there was a sea of strangers staring at her. Taking it slow, she swayed to the music, hanging onto the pole as she would a lover. There were large spotlights aimed at each of the six dancers, leaving the audience mostly in the dark from where they stood. As she built up her movements, getting into the swing of things, the heat from the lights and the thought of all those appreciative male looks emboldened her.
With sure, deft movements, she unhooked her halter top and let it fall to the floor. Whistles and catcalls went out, making her smile. Wrapping around the pole again, she gyrated slowly, swaying her torso, her breasts juggling with the movements. Her skirt went as easily as her top, leaving her clad in nothing but a white lace thong and her white heeled sandals. Sasha couldn’t get over the heady feeling of being free, glorying in her nudity as she danced against the pole. She soon forgot everything except the sheer pleasure brought on by her slight buzz and her erotic movements against the pole. Knowing she was being watched only heightened her senses.
Derrick watched her with a tolerant smile. She was a natural. Her body was lean and graceful, her movements slow and seductive. He wondered if anyone else knew she had just climaxed against that hard pole. He recognized the shudder of her body, the way she tossed her head back and shut her eyes, her hips gyrating against the metal in a well known movement. As her body slowed and she became aware of her surroundings again, Derrick rose to give her a hand down.
Her face was flushed, her body coated with a light sheen of sweat as she grabbed his hand and fell into his arms. “I did it, Derrick. I really did it.”