Part I
Part II
He'd had me on display and at the receiving end of the flogger for hours. However, the best part of the night was yet to come and simply happened organically in the middle of everything. ~sigh~
After letting me fly high through masochist bliss, He'd eventually eased me down once I'd peaked and let others have the equipment. Wanting to give me a break, He walked me away from the equipment through the dim maze and had me rest in a simple table chair against the wall of a busy juncture toward the middle of the venue.
I was buzzing. Hard. From...everything. Him. His touch, kisses, presence. Him. The energy of being on display. Him. The divine pain and pleasure as He inflicted on my eager pale ass. Him. Him. Him. Everything came back to Him.
He seemed to tower above me as I sat. I craved His heat and open my legs, so He could stand between them and be that much closer to me. I couldn't get enough. My hands caressed His steady thighs. Unable to resist, I brushed my cheek against the rock hard length of His dick.
His unwavering desire for me throughout the night left me hungry and greedy. I turned my head and forced my hot breath against the fabric of His slacks. In a heartbeat His dick became my sole focus. I needed desperate to give after everything He'd given me that night. My teeth dragged against His length as His firm hand pet my hair. My hands stroked Him. My lips and teeth worked at Him. ~sigh~ Fuck yes...Him. This. Us. Our heat.
For long minutes, the club fell away, and I worshipped my King without a care who might catch a glimpse of me begging for His dick. Oh yes...I was shamelessly fucking begging. A desperate gutterslut aching to have her mouth filled with her Owner's meat. Honestly, His willpower terrifies me. How He resisted sliding down His zipper I'll never know.
Eventually His fist pulled my hair and dragged my face away from His trousers. He leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Spread your legs as wide as you can."
I simply obeyed. The skirt of my dress rolled to my hips unable to cope with the wide V of my pale thick thighs. My self-consciousness the hour before could no longer be heard above the buzzing high that pumped through my mind and every nerve ending.
When He shifted away from between my legs, the self-consciousness slammed into me again even harder than before. The sudden loss of His heat and protection left me unsure and discomforted. Heat flushed my face. Eighty-six inches of fishnet suspenders lead to pale, bare, tender pussy blatantly and unapologetically on display. I'd never been so utterly exposed.
I sat at the top of a T juncture of the club's busy walkway. Everyone who came through had a full fucking view of my spread thighs and slick cunt lips before they had to choose whether to walk right to a small play area or left through the dungeon.
He sat down across the walkway from me to watch comfortably in a winged-back chair tucked in the left bend of the T. No one could see Him as they walked toward me. I look alone, vulnerable, and fuckable.
I felt every bit of that distinctly and closed my eyes as embarrassment took a vicious hold. I closed my eyes, but my legs still shook ever so slightly. I could feel the tiny involuntary tap-tap-tap of one heel against the cement floor as the flood of endless men and women passed me. My nails dug into my palms. Nervousness had its teeth firmly in me, and I hated it.
Then I forced my eyes open and focused on Him.
Solely.
On Him.
Instantly, my emotions began to shift...the heat of Him and us seeped back into me despite His distance on the other side of the churning river of pausing voyeurs. The flame of His attention and desire fed my fire. Letting out the breath I'd unknowingly been holding, my hands relaxed and slowly started to slide up and down the tops of my trembling thighs.
Whorish instincts took over.
With every stroke my temperature warmed, and my confidence increased. The fishnet tickled my palms. The music's dark rhythm and pounding beat became my accompaniment.
I watched only Him.
I performed only for Him.
In that moment, I found an even higher, more perfect zen, and He truly became the center of my universe. My Alpha and Omega. Despite the blatant public show, the experience was strangely intimate.
I stroked my thighs hypnotically.
Up and down.
Up and down.
I submitted to His will completely.
Every muscle relaxed. The tap-tap-tap of my heel faded. I became bolder, arched back, and forced my legs another inch wider with a smile of pure sin. This...fuck yes...THIS is where I'd always belonged. Untamed. Wanton. His prize possession.
The steps of those who crossed between us slowed as my show for Him became more heated.
My hands shifted, and I openly caressed my warm sensitive inner thighs, teasing the edge of my fishnets where the tender moist skin ached for His lips and tongue. My fingers and palms danced from my knees to the slippery juncture on display. Fire ran through my veins. I felt like both His goddess and His whore.
Everyone who walked by became fodder. I never met their gaze, their faces, their expressions. Only His. He was all the mattered.
Some stopped to ogle or try to get my attention. Though I stared straight at Him, most were oblivious to His presence, which only further amused me. He was at their back and caught every single falter in momentum I caused. When (or if) they caught on to the handsome distinguished Black Man reclining in the wing-backed chair, it usually sent them reluctantly departing. It was clear that despite my whorish dance, I was His.
My eyes never left Him/His direction. I ignored the rest of the audience as my hands continued to stroke my body. Up and down I stroked my thighs. Teasing. Tempting. Promising. I arched my back, and reached up to mold my huge still covered tits and tease my rock nipples. Hotter and hotter I became. My pussy dripped. My hips began to grind against the empty space between my thighs, begging for His dick.
With every breath I dared more. Smiling wickedly I framed His pussy with my hands before I dragged a finger through my slick heated folds for Him. Fuck yes...I groaned in bliss...His nasty bitch.
I'd never felt so power, strong, and utterly wicked. When the one bystander stepped to my side and asked politely to touch, my smile widened. I knew He would be pleased with His slut. I slowly shook my head before pointing one long nail in His direction. The young half-naked white guy looked in His direction and quickly disappeared. I laughed. We were so kindly cruel.
Time has no meaning in a dungeon. The world outside stops, and time slows down and speeds up all at once. I have no idea how long I sat there.
Eventually He stood and returned to stand between my thighs. "Good girl," He told me as He ran His hand over my hair.
I leaned back to look up at Him in blatant need to fuck. My hands ran over His thighs and His furiously hard dick that couldn't be hidden even in the darkened club.
"You're such a good whore," He praised.
"Fuck me. Fuck your whore," I begged.
His hands reached down to grab my tits. He wasn't fucking kind.
I groaned. My pussy flooded. "Yes," I whimpered. "Fuck...yes!"
His grip was bruising. He molded and smacked my tits.
I arched into His touch begging for more. My hands gripped the sides of the chair as my hips instinctively started to flex seeking heat, friction, HIM.
His fingers found my nipples and worried them fiercely.
I gasped.
He knew that sound, that pitch. "Don't cum."
Fuck...I was so close! "I know." I did know. I knew what He expected.
The intensity of His touch had turned me to liquid fire in His hands. I raged for Him.
When He started to unthread the tiny chain holding the plunging neckline of my dress together, I quickly lifted my hands to help. The chain disappeared into His pocket, and His hands plunged into my dress unleashing my heavy throbbing breasts.
I cried out when His palms cupped and mangled my bare skin.
"Don't cum."
"I know." My legs wrapped around Him. I no longer gave a fuck what anyone saw of me. My whore was free and feasting off His attention, His touch, His pain, His mindfuck. "Take," I begged as continued to abuse my tits. "Take." I would have done any fucking thing He asked.
He pulled at my fat pierced nipples.
I cried out again and somehow arched further. I. Was. So. CLOSE!!!!!!!
He grabbed me and pulled me to Him, pressing me tight against His thighs and stomach.
I was panting. I wanted to cry. I wanted to laugh. I couldn't have made a single rational decision right then if my life had depended on it. The only thing that kept me from shattering was His tight embrace.
"Good girl," He whispered as He stroked my back. "Good girl. I'm so proud of you. I'm so proud."
I breathed Him in and clung to Him. For the first time in my life, a Man had truly met my lioness, made her run hard and long, and fucking forced her to keep up.
~DominaKat
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