The Art of Domination by Ella Dominguez

fuck.
    “You’d better get that,” Erika huffs.
    I pick up the phone and turn away from Erika.
    “Where are you?” Isa asks in her sleepy voice. 
    I don’t want to lie to her tonight. “I just came down to the bar to grab a drink.” It’s sort of the truth . “I’ll be right up, sweetheart,” I tell her and hang up.
    I turn back to Erika and she’s smiling at me.
    “Aww, how sweet. You call her the same pet name you used to call me. Do you imagine it’s me when you fuck her, too?” 
    “Se riously, Erika, shut your mouth. I’ve had enough of your shit tonight.”
    “I don’t want to fight with you, D.  I’m feeling generous right now, so since you won’t a gree to be my Dom, I expect you to find a suitable one for me or I’ll do what I already told you I would. You know what I like so it should be no problem finding someone to fulfill my needs. I’ll be in contact with you soon.”
    With that, she promptly stands up and walks out, but not before turning around and blowing me a kiss. Fucking disgusting cunt. I’m left standing at the bar with my heart racing and my adrenaline surging.
    ***

Isabel
    A drink? Dylan doesn’t drink anything except an occasional beer. I’m so tired and sore, and I can barely move. I take note that the wax that was stuck to my body has all been removed and I smell of fresh soap. Dylan must’ve cleaned me when I was sleeping. How polite of him considering he used and abused me for God knows how long. And my ass… That was some seriously intense shit that went down.
    I try to stand on my feet and I feel wobbly so I sit back down and wince from the pain in my bottom. He really gave it to me good and I’m sure I’ll be feeling the effects for at least a few days. I reach over to the nightstand where there’s a bottle of water waiting for me. Dylan must’ve put that there for me. I chug it down and it refreshes and quenches me. I’m starving. Getting sexed like that really takes a toll on me.
    I hear the door open and Dylan comes sauntering in looking sexy as hell but irritated.  He kneels in front of me and kisses me and pushes my hair out of my eyes.
    “You smell like a liquor cabinet,” I tell him. I’d know the smell of bourbon anywhere and it reminds me of my father. Yuck.
    He doesn’t say anything, but he goes to the bathroom and I hear him brush his teeth and rinse his mouth. After a few minutes, he comes back out and he’s gloriously naked.
    “Are you ready for round two?” he asks, standing in front of me in full Dominant mode and sporting a massive erection.
    Holy sore pussy. Is he serious? “I’m hungry,” I tell him as I look up at him.
    “I’ve got something for yo u to eat right here,” he says and he slaps his hard dick on my face. “Suck it,” he demands.
    Good lord Almighty. This man is insatiable sometimes. Could he be any more demanding and cold right now? I doubt it. Whatever . I’ll suck it alright. I grab him firm, slick him good and suck him with the tenacity of a Hoover vacuum. Irritated with him, I run my teeth over the head of his dick. He immediately winces and hisses through his teeth from the pain I’ve inflicted on his longfellow and grabs my hair to pull me away from him.
    “You want to play rough, huh?” he says as he pushes me hard back onto the bed.
    I try to crawl backwards away from him because the loo k in his eyes right now is frightening me, but he grabs my ankles and pulls me back to him. He grabs my face and leans down on top of me. 
    “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” 
    His look of domination is so absolutely scrumptious right now I can’t help but soak myself.  He’s staring straight into my eyes and I feel utterly controlled by him.
    “I love you,” I whisper to him while he still holds my face.
    “You’d better fucking love me, I’ m your husband,” he says with a harshness that makes me even wetter.  “Say you want to be fucked,” he demands.
    “I want to be