The Naughty Stuff by Ella Dominguez

the show.” She tells me.
    What the hell? Is she topping from the bottom? I’ll let it slide this time because she doesn’t know what that means and because she asked so nicely. Also, I love the look on her face right now. Giving Isa what she wants, I slow my pace and give her a show. She runs her tongue along her bottom lip and smiles lustfully at me. I move towards her, unbuttoning her shirt and opening it so that I can see her breasts. I step back away from her and instruct her to lower her head and to not speak anymore unless I give her permission. 
    When I move towards the rack to find a flogger, I notice the belts are gone. My Isa didn’t miss a thing when she was cleaning in here. I pick out what I want and then move behind her. I move her hair out of the way and kiss her neck. Then I bite it and suck hard.  She lets out a loud whine as I continue to suck at her neck. She tastes so damned good . Then I kneel behind her and kiss her flawless fleshy ass and bite there, too. Her skin is so soft and she smells divine . She whimpers quietly and pulls on her restraints.
    “Don’t move, Isa.” I tell her.
    I move around front and cup her chin and raise her face so she’s looking at me. “What did you do last night after we got off the phone?” I ask her.
    She looks surprised and then looks down at the ground guiltily. That’s what I thought.
     
    Isabel
    Holy shit . How does he know what I did? No. There’s no way he can know that. Can he ?
    “How did you…”  I start to ask, but he cuts me off.
    “Did I give you permission to speak?”
    Shit. His voice is commanding and fierce. I shake my head no to his answer.
    “I’m going to teach you a little lesson on self-control, Isa.” He says mischievously.
    What the hell does that mean? Self-control? I’m afraid to ask.
    “Until we get something more inspiring picked out, I want you to remember the safe words are red and yellow. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop because things are too intense or painful. Nod if you understand.” 
    So he did read the contract. I nod yes , fearful and excited of what comes next. Why is he reminding me of safe words unless he plans on taking this too far? I feel him lift tail of my shirt up and I feel the leather hit my ass and I jump from the sound. The slap is light and sends tingles up my spine, then another and another, across my bottom and down my legs. Yes. I can get used to this. It feels so damned good and naughty.  Then I briefly feel fingers inside me. I want more but he stops. When he walks around in front of me, he’s licking the fingers he just had in me. Oh my God. Did he really just do that? I feel my face heat from embarrassment.
    “Why are you embarrassed, Isa? You taste outstanding,” he says in a low, seductive voice.
    What a naughty boy he is.  Then he snaps the flogger on each of my breasts, the stinging sensation almost overwhelming. I close my eyes and try to contain the pain, but Dylan orders me to look at him.
    “Look at me, Isa.” 
    I open my eyes and the vision of Dylan standing in front of me, naked with a huge hard on with my name written all over it is too much for me to take. When he licks his lips it damn near sends me over the edge.
    “I want that tongue on me, Sir. Please …” I say whispered.
    Dylan narrows his eyes at me and harshly tells me, “I told you not to speak unless given permission.”
    He moves behind me and I feel the hard sharp snap of leather on my ass. It hurts enough to make me scream out loud. I can’t believe he just did that. I can’t believe that I’m actually turned on.
    I’m still trying to talk myself out of screaming out yellow to him when he walks back in front of me, drops the flogger and starts to finger me. Yes. Thank you.
    “Now you’re going to learn about self-control. I’m going to push you to the edge of an orgasm, but I want you to hold it. I don’t want you to come until I tell you to; until I give you permission. Nod if you