Tymber Dalton - The Denim Dom

He slapped her ass hard, making her yelp around the penis gag. “I said move, pet. You asked for this. Start fucking that cock.”

She did, tears now spilling from her eyes behind the blindfold as the pleasure-pain in her nipples increased with each stroke.

“I think you need some motivation.” He reached around her and pressed something against her clit. When the vibrator turned on, set to high, she jumped, causing more pain in her nipples. “Move, pet.”

She had to. She wanted to come and she couldn’t resist the draw of the vibrator on her clit. As the next orgasm hit her, she let out a long, loud moan. He pushed on the base of the butt plug. “That’s it, pet. Suck that cock in your mouth.”

His voice drove her deeper into that blissful realm where even pain felt good. She no longer cared about her nipples, only about the liquid heat spreading all through her body from her clit and cunt. He pulled and pushed on the butt plug in time with her writhing.

“That’s it, pet. Show me what a good little fuck toy you are.”

Drool ran from the corners of her mouth as she slurped on the penis gag, trying to lave her tongue around it as much as she could while rocking back and forth against the dildo and the vibrator. Everything blurred. Time disappeared. Her world shrank to nothing but sensations and the sound of his voice.

She never wanted it to end.

Shayla let out a shocked whine when the vibrator shut off. He laughed as his fingers closed around the waist strap. “Don’t worry, pet. We’re not close to being done.” He started fucking her with the strap-on, drawing grunts out of her with every stroke as the nipple clamps kept her clit throbbing and begging for the vibrator again.

“Suck that cock, pet.” She did in earnest, earning her another laugh. “Such a good girl.”

When he withdrew, she gasped at the sudden emptiness. The nipple clamps were removed and she whined again at the sting as blood flow returned. He rubbed them, which soon turned into tormenting pinching.

“Suck that cock!” he ordered.

In her discomfort she’d forgotten. She began slurping on the gag again, making him laugh. “Damn, that’s cute.”

She’d also forgotten about the butt plug. Until he began removing it, that is. The mix of pain and pleasure as he pulled it out reset her brain a little, bringing her up from the depths of subspace. He wiped her bottom clean with what felt like paper towel and disappeared.

The sink ran for a moment. She heard some noises she didn’t understand, and then the rabbit returned to her cunt. She was able to sink back down again, freely flexing her hips and fucking herself against the toy even though he wouldn’t let her reach the clit stimulator.

“Okay, pet. I’ve been dying to fuck that sweet ass of yours tonight. Don’t worry, I changed out the dildo. It’s not any bigger than the butt plug. I promised you’d be full in all three holes, and you have been. Now it’s time to break in that virgin ass of yours. Get used to it, because it will be part of our new routine during our private sessions. I’m going to train you to crave anal as much as you love pain now.” He worked more lube into her ass.

She froze, but he cranked up the rabbit’s speed and repositioned it so the clit stimulator hit her perfectly.

She howled as the climax slammed into her, barely aware of him slowly fucking the dildo into her ass as she was too busy humping the vibrator.

“That’s it, pet. Fuck yourself onto my stunt cock.”

To get one, she had to have the other. She didn’t care anymore, her body possessed by the sensations flowing through her. She felt him grab hold of the waist strap with one hand while the other held the rabbit in place. He started fucking her in time with her motions until she felt the dildo buried all the way inside her ass.

Sobbing, she fucked harder, faster, rocking back and forth as much as she could against her restraints and needing more, wishing it was an even bigger dildo in her ass now.

That was when the vibrator cycled to high.

“Fuck it, pet!” he barked. “Don’t you dare stop fucking that cock in your ass.”

Frantically she did, blissfully lost in the pleasure as his thighs slammed against hers. She was vaguely aware of his pleased laughter as another wave of pleasure hit her. She didn’t care what she looked like, didn’t care what anyone thought of her, she didn’t want to stop. With abandon she rode wave after wave of orgasms until she wasn’t sure how much more she could take and her jaws ached from where the penis gag kept them apart.

The rabbit shut off, and he slipped the dildo from her ass. Winded, she collapsed onto the bench and tried to catch her breath.

He wiped her down again. She didn’t even flinch when he slid another butt plug into her, maybe smaller than the first one, maybe the same one, she didn’t know and didn’t care. The burning pinch had long ago disappeared and now all she was left with was her throbbing clit.

He removed the waist belt, but then she felt him insert something into her pussy, and he buckled an all-too-familiar harness around her hips.

When the egg clicked on, she whined a little, unable to resist.

He chuckled. “Yes, pet. I plan on keeping you coming off and on all evening.”

He left her blindfolded and the penis gag in her mouth but unclipped her wrists, ankles, and collar from the bench. He had her sit up, and she whined again as the pressure pushed the butt plug deeper inside her and the egg rumbled in her pussy.

It sounded like he giggled. “Aww, poor pet. Come on, let me cook you dinner.” He led her, still blindfolded, out to the kitchen and helped her down onto her pillow. He covered her with the throw. “Feel free to take a nap if you want to.”

Despite the egg vibrating in her pussy and keeping her on edge, she dozed off.

After dinner he stretched her over his lap on the couch and gave her an over-the-knee spanking while he cranked the egg up to high. Each stroke jostled the butt plug in her ass until she couldn’t resist any longer. The egg pushed her into an orgasm as he kept spanking her until she finally stopped coming.

She didn’t know what was better, his pleased laughter or the climax she had.

After that they lay on the couch and watched TV while she recovered. He made her keep the egg inside, and the butt plug, but at least he turned the egg off. It was nearly eleven o’clock by the time she made it home. The drive home proved interesting, the way her ass as well as her asshole both felt used, with every vibration from the road jolting through her.

As she worked her aching jaw, the thought of the penis gag in her mouth sent a flood of moisture to her pussy.

I don’t want this to ever end. The thought shocked her. Thinking back to what she must have looked like strapped to the bench, she realized she didn’t care.

I want this. I really do want this.

Time blurred and flowed by way too fast for Shayla’s liking. Every session they had, at the club or privately, was more intense and passionate than the next. And when she received two more checks from James, one for one hundred dollars and one for three hundred, both accompanied by notes, she’d immediately called Tony.

Both times, he’d come over to her apartment that night to hold her while she cried…followed by an over-the-knee spanking that always left her wet and anxious for their next weekend session.

Their fourth Saturday together, he took her to the club and had a no-holds-barred scene with her that she was pleased to learn later had drawn quite a crowd as well as left her sore and sated in all the good ways. In fact, the scene had left her with a tingling sensation that seemed to vibrate straight to the core of her soul and wouldn’t go away.

The way he’d made her open her eyes and look at him. The way his serious expression changed to a sexy, pleased smile when she’d tipped over the edge and lost all control as the orgasms ripped through her, one after another without even a chance to catch her breath between them. The way his eyebrows had raised as he pushed her through “just one more” until she thought she’d melt.

Sex had never been that hot with James.

Ever.

Not even in the beginning, in the good times, or what she’d thought were good times, when they weren’t able to keep their hands off each other.

Hell, Tony hadn’t even taken off any of his clothes to make her come. He was stuck getting his own rocks off after taking damn good care of her.

In a way, she felt a little guilty over that. Here he was doing all the work and she got to have all the fun. Not once had he even hinted at asking her to help get him off despite what had to be a painful erection he always seemed to sport during their play sessions.

When she arrived at his house the next evening for another private Sunday session, her panties were already damp at the thought of what he might have in store for her. She was more than ready, after four weeks of teasing and torment, to take things to the next level.

Once inside, naked, collared, and kneeling on her pillow in the playroom, she waited for him to give her his full attention. When he walked up to her and she gave him their usual greeting, she felt a peace settle over her as he stood close so she could rest her cheek against his thigh.

It felt like home, like every stress and worry could melt away replaced by his quiet, secure strength taking care of her.

“So how are you doing tonight, pet?”

“I’m fine, Sir.”

“Last night didn’t wear you out?”

“Only in the good ways. I would like to talk to you about something before we get started.”

“Yes?”

This time, she couldn’t make herself look up at him. Instead, she felt her fingers curling into anxious fists on her knees as she forced out the words. “I want to do something for you.”

“Look at me, pet. You know our rule.”

She closed her eyes before tipping her chin up toward his voice. Only then was she able to command her eyelids to open and stare at him.

He stood over her, patiently waiting. “Tell me.”

Her mouth went dry and she found herself unable to swallow. “I’d like to amend our agreement, please, Sir.”

“How so?”

“I’d…I’d like to be able to reciprocate, Sir.”

One eyebrow slowly arched. “Please be clear, pet. You’re trying my patience. If you can’t even talk about it, I won’t consider doing it.”

“I want to give you a blow job.” The words rushed out of her so fast she wasn’t sure he’d be able to understand her.

She damn sure didn’t know if she’d be able to say them again.

He studied her for long minutes that made her nearly want to cry. He doesn’t want to. He’s not really attracted to me. I’m a stupid idiot.

The words he next spoke took her breath away. “This is a limit I can’t agree to unless you agree it doesn’t end up in your articles. This takes our dynamic to a very private and personal level that is no one’s business but our own. Since neither of us have significant others, I’m okay with it if you are.”

Blinking, she tried to comprehend what he’d just said. She nodded. “I mean, yes, Sir. It won’t be part of the articles. I promise.”

He continued to study her. After another seemingly endless moment, he nodded. “No penetration. Except fingers and toys, of course.”

She nodded, although in retrospect, she realized putting intercourse on the table wouldn’t be bad at all.

I won’t rush it.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Am I allowed to reciprocate?”

She eagerly nodded. “Yes, Sir. If you want to.”

“All right then, pet. But only after I’m finished with you. If at the end of our play session you still want to, then we will. Deal?”

She nodded.

He strapped her down to one of the benches and quickly had her deep in subspace. He used the vibrating nipple clamps to distract her while he inserted a large butt plug. She felt her face heat as she realized he had quickly succeeded in training her to enjoy anal play. He’d made her beg for the butt plug the last time before doing anything else to her, making her realize she was wet and horny at the thought of it stretching her rim and filling her ass.

He’s an evil genius.

Next came the strap-on. He fucked her pussy with it while using a vibrator on her clit, until she lost all track of time and felt the world shrink as orgasm after orgasm stole conscious thought from her.