The Art of Domination by Ella Dominguez Page A

fucked.”
    “Say it again and make it sound convincing this time,” he orders as he squeezes my jaw tighter and shakes my face.
    What’s gotten into him? Don’t argue, Isa, just give him what he wants. “I want to be fucked,” I whisper and lick my lips.  His eyes flick down towards my mouth and I feel his cock twitch on my belly.
    “What am I?” he asks.
    I’m not sure what he means by that. “My Sir.”
    “What else?”
    “My Master?”
    “And?”
    “My husband?”
    He smiles devilishly at me and asks one more thing, “And what else?”
    Shit, I don’t know . I sit quietly not knowing what else he wants to hear.  He releases my jaw and his hand slides down my belly slowly to my pussy. He slips two fingers inside of me and then answers his own question. “Your owner,” he says as he fingers me. “And this pussy belongs to me. Only me . Say it.”
    “Yes, only you. ” Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus. His fingers feel so good right now. He knows just what I want to hear and how to make me feel wanted. This new side of Dylan is without a doubt, man-tastic. I think . Yes, yes. Don’t think, Isa. Just enjoy it.
    He moves his fingers in and out of me slowly at first and then picks up his pace. His eyes never leave mine and j ust before I start to cum, Dylan pulls his fingers out of me and licks them.  He jumps off of me and spins me around in the bed so that my head is hanging off the edge. I feel like a rag doll as he quickly maneuvers my body but I don’t dare resist. He plunges his dick into my mouth and before I can react, I’m giving him head. He’s using the bed as support as he goes deeper and deeper into the back of my throat; deeper than he’s ever gone before and I start to gag. I try to push him off of me so I can catch my breath and he slaps my hands away and pins them down next to me while keeps thrusting into my mouth and throat.
    Holy throat swab. What the hell? I start to squirm and wriggle away from him but he’s not allowing me to move. He’s pinning me down firmly as he continues his penile assault on my mouth. I feel as if I’m going to vomit because he keeps hitting my gag spot and I try and concentrate on breathing and not retching. He pulls completely out of my mouth just long enough to let me catch my breath and then he forces himself back into my mouth again. After several minutes, he starts moaning deeply and finally he pulls out of me, releases my hands and cums all over my face and chest.
    What the stink just happened? I feel completely violated and I’m pissed as hell. I sit up and start coughing and choking, and trying to catch my breath. All the while, Dylan lies next to me on the bed casually watching me as if nothing is wrong. I wipe my face and eyes, and then turn around and start slapping the hell out of him.
    “What the fuck , Dylan?” I scream at him and he grabs my hands and flips me on to my stomach and pins my hands behind my back.
    “ Settle down!” he yells at me as I thrash underneath of him. “I said I didn’t want any sass from you tonight and I fucking meant it. What happened to vanilla with a twist be damned, huh? Were you lying when you said that?” he yells at me as he continues to hold me face down on the bed.
    I stop thrashing and lay still, thinking about what he just said. He’s right. I did say it and yes, I did mean it.
    “Fucking answe r me,” he says loudly as he smacks one of my ass cheeks hard.
    I jump from the pain and then answer him. “No, I wasn’t lying. I meant it.”
    He lets go of my hands and flips me back over so I’m facing him. He looks stern and mildly annoyed.
    “You said you wanted to know some of my secrets so here it goes. I like to fuck hard and I like inflicting pain while I do it. I also like to see you uncomfortable.” He starts out sounding very determined, but then he looks embarrassed and he looks away from me. When he looks back at me again, his eyes are softer. “But it doesn’t mean that I don’t love