In Tatters

I knelt at His feet in the utter mess I’d made. My struggle to succeed was stark. No one had ever seen me so disheveled…in such embarrassing circumstances. As He cleaned me up for the second time two minutes, I looked up to meet His steady gaze and tried to gauge his reaction. Disgust at another disastrous, completely unimpressive act of service? Frustrated at my inability to get it together? Sadistically amused at another ridiculous unglamorous predicament I’d once again found myself in? I knew he was taking in every fucking minute detail of the wreck before Him and squirreling it away in the vault of His mind, but what did He feel? His stoic expression offered me no hint. Without comment He stood firm in front of me. Fuckin unwavering. He hadn’t walked away. He hadn’t stepped back. I swear He may have even leaned in. As soon as I’d semi-collected myself, I began my third attempt even as I tried in vain to push the remaining proof of my ineptitude out of view, hoping it would simply

His Dark Promises

Standing in the open door to the Mercedes Coupe, my head carelessly fell forward as His teeth nipped a trail of fire down the back of my neck and across my shoulder.  I could feel the demanding ridge of His dick against my ass, and my pussy wept with need.  I arched my back to give His mouth more access and to rub my ass against that tree trunk I ached to have buried inside me.

"That's it.  Beg for it.  I wanted to bend you over the table the moment I saw you."  Warm strong hands reached up and pulled apart the deep neckline of my dark red dress to expose my bulging breasts to the cool night air.

I hissed from the sharp pain of my fat nipples morphing instantly to pierced berries ripe to be plucked.

He didn't resist and latched on to both with a deliberate firm grip before a slow release.  Again a squeeze and a release.  "The waiter kept looking at your breasts."  Another squeeze and release between the bites at my neck.  "I should have pulled them out, so everyone could see what a whore you are for me."

I whimpered.  Holy fuck what WAS happening?!?  My head swam from the simple yet hypnotic rhythm at my nipples and His British accent dripping in dark promises.

Just like that...I was high off Him and us.  It always happened.  After more than a year, I still couldn't control my dark instinctive response to our energy, even with this creeping inferno of a pace.

I spread my feet and gripped the car door and the door frame in each hand to keep steady.  My three-inch heels and jellied knees were not making the task easy.

He pressed his dick against the valley between my panty-less ass cheeks and squeezed my nipples again but didn't let go.  "Who owns you?"

I didn't hesitate.  There was no point.  "You do." I replied brokenly as a dark wave of submission threatened to choke me.  Shit...I'm lost.  I'm ready to do anything He asks and thank Him before, during, and after.

He released my nipples and kissed my ear before a whispered. "Good girl."

I squeezed my eyes shut at the threat of sudden irrational tears and took a deep breath.  Fuck...

"I like when you're obedient."  His hands slid down to my waist, over my curvy hips, and to my thighs.  With a few quick tugs, the hem of my dress was just below my belly button.

My black stockings and garter belt hid nothing, and I gasped as the cool air licked my hot soaked clit. A second later the heat of His hand felt like a brand as it dove between my folds. I thrust forward greedy...needing...begging.  I lifted one foot and braced it on the bottom edge of the door frame to give him better access.

Four fingers raked across my slick vulva before two fingers sank into my dripping hole.

I groaned and trembled.

His sharp intake of air told me He wasn't immune either.  "Bloody hell, you're on fire for me.  Damn, you.  Damn, you."

I couldn't help myself.  With short breathless pants, I shamelessly began to ride His fingers and hand. It was pathetic how close I was.  Thrust.  Thrust.

I could feel His free hand between us at my waist.   Thrust.  Thrust.

I bent my knees trying to get more friction against my slippery clit and folds.  Thrust.  Thrust.

The jingle of His belt buckle echo on the quiet street.

Thrust.  Thrust.  I moaned.  Almost...almost...

Suddenly His hand was gone.  I thrust into air and whimpered at the void, but a firm hand at my back pressed me forward, and the promise of His dick was hot and heavy between my legs.

He growled as His bare head dragged through my wet heat.  "I should fuck you like a two dollar hole standing in the gutter."

"Fuck yes...please...thank you, Sir.  Please..." A second flood of wetness coated my pussy.  I didn't care about anyone walking by or looking down at the near empty street.

"Stupid whore...Stupid.  Greedy.  Bitch.  I'm gonna give you exactly what you need."  He sank slow and deep into His cunt meat.  "Eventually."

I shook and choked down my cry of relief.  The torturous pleasure of His dick filling me left me senseless.  "Yeees, fuck yes...please...."  His zipper scrapped against my inner thigh.  My pale breasts hung.  His fingers dug hard into my hips.

He pulled out inch by inch, dragging out the easing of pressure from my hole until only His head rested in my entrance.

I arched my neck and lifted my face to the voyeuristic skyscrapers.  I wanted to cry...scream...stop time.  I didn't know.  I tried to push back onto Him, but He held me steady.  I just needed His dick in me.  In me.  In me.  Anywhere.  Just IN.  ME.  I squeezed every pelvic muscle tight begging for more of Him.

Another nip at my shoulder.  "You thought I'd broken my promise, didn't you?"

Everything in me stilled.  We'd avoided the conversation all night, but we both knew the answer.  "Yes," I whispered, refusing to run from any Truth between us.

He drove His dick into me like a fist, ripping out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding.  One hand released my hip and grabbed my throat.  "I meant what I said that day at the park, and what I said a dozen times before and after."  He forced my hole to take another inch.  "I know you remember, and I understand why you doubted, but you're going to be punished again and again tonight."  The gradual release of my airway mirrored His agonizing exit from my cunt.

Empty, I stood unmoving.  Stunned.  Caught between the chaos of passion and the edge of dark heavy submission I'd never known existed.  I heard the hushed clink of His belt buckling behind me.

"Turn around," He said with quiet authority.

I dropped my foot from the car and carefully turned to face Him.  Disoriented.  Ruined.  Unquestionably His property as I stood in the gutter with my breasts bare and my dress tangled at my hips.

His hand cupped my cheek.  "Look at me."

It took everything I had to meet His eyes.

"I adore you, but you're going to suffer for Me tonight.  I won't let you hide from me."

I leaned my head down to His perfectly pressed shirt and said the only thing I could.  "Thank you, Sir."

He took my hand ever the gentleman.  "Get in the car, darling.  Keep your legs spread, your breasts on display, and put that cigar on the console in My pussy.  We'll be at the hotel in about 20 minutes, and we'll begin again."

I trembled as another dark promise was added to the list.
~DominaKat

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