The Naughty Stuff by Ella Dominguez Page A

understand,” h e tells me sweetly.
    He doesn’t want me to come ? How am I supposed to control something like that? I can’t do that. Not the way he makes me feel and the things he does to my body. I can’t .
    He suddenly lifts my face to meet him.
    “Nod that you understand,” he insists that I nod in agreement, though I’m not really sure if I’ll be able to comply with his cruel demand.
     
    Dylan
    She looks confused and almost hurt at my demand, but I want her to learn to control herself and her sexual desires. I cup her chin and kiss her, trying to reassure her that she can do this.
    Then I start to work her body, fingering her slowly, then fast, feeling the rigidness of her sweet spot swell to my touch. Then I begin nipping and biting her jaw line, mouth, breasts and her belly. She starts to thrash as I can feel her getting close to orgasm. Her pussy tightens and her G-spot feels full and heavy like it needs to be released, but I warn her of the consequences if she does.
    “If you come without permission, Isa, you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Do you understand?”
    She whimpers and whines as I kneel in front of her and start licking her delicious pussy and nibbling and pulling at her clit, and for a moment I think she’s going to break, but she doesn’t.
    “Oh God, Dylan. Please … I want to come. Please … may I, Sir?” she cries out.
    I almost give in to the sound of her begging so politely, but I resist.
    “You can hold it, sweetheart. Just a little longer. Don’t come, Isa ,” I reassure her.
    She looks so fucking beautiful right now. Her eyes are closed tightly and her head is thrashing forward and back.
    “I don’t want you playing with yourself without my permission. Do you understand, Isa?” I ask her harshly.
    When she opens her eyes, they’re the color of wildfire.  She hesitates but I tug at her harder and her answer comes spilling out of her perfect mouth.
    “ Yes , I understand.” She says near tears.
    “You understand what?” I want to hear her say it again.
    “ Sir . Yes, I understand, Sir. Please …”
    I pull my fingers out and move behind her. I push myself into her dripping wet honey hole and thrust fast and hard. She starts to scream my name as I continue to ram into her. I reach around front and squeeze her breasts and bite down on her shoulder blade. Fucking hell… I don’t want to come just yet.   I move my hand down towards her clit and start working it while I squeeze her shoulder with my other hand. The sound of her ass slapping against me, the smell of sex and leather, and her loud moans are too much and I feel my come engorging me. Fuck. I lean into Isa and whisper to her.
    “Come for me now, sweetheart.”  I say as I continue rapidly thrusting into her.
    And like a good submissive, she comes.
     

From The Art of Domination

Threats & Regrets
    About an hour into painting, I hear footsteps in the stairwell and look over to see Dylan watching me. He’s rubbing his eyes and yawning, and looks damned sexy in just his sleep pants. He sits on the loveseat that’s up against one of the large windows and he makes himself comfortable, not saying a word to me. He props up on one elbow and leans his head into his hand and watches me fixedly.
    I wonder what he thinks when he’s watching me. I must look a mess, all black and blue, bed head and oversized T-shirt. I put my brush down and look over at him, feeling too self-conscious to continue with the painting.
    “Don’t stop on account of me,” he says.
    Why else would I stop? 
    “It’s another amazing painting. You have an uncanny way of capturing yourself on canvas.”
    “Thank you. It’s almost done.”
    “I think this should go in the show, too.”
    “No, this one isn’t for everyone to see.” I say, feeling shy.
    “Why not?”
    How do I explain this is Dominant Isa? Can’t he see that?
    “Because it’s Mistress Isabel?” he asks, reading my mind.
    I feel my cheeks warm to his comment