“That’s my good girl,” he crooned, lowering his mouth to her nipple. “You took your punishment, Domi-Darling. The slate is wiped clean.”
The words were like a balm washing over her, relieving her of her lingering guilt and assuring her she was forgiven.
His teeth closed around her soft flesh, hot and wet, scraping over her sensitive bits. It felt like her entire body was a hot, throbbing mess of need and lust as she writhed under his touch. For a moment, his hands went away, then returned, exploring her body while his cock pressed against her slick entrance.
“Fuck!” Her ass clenched around the plug when he impaled her.
The burn from the ginger had almost completely dissipated, but the incredible feeling of fullness that came from being penetrated in both holes was its own deliciously painful treat. Domi’s muscles clamped down, shuddering in pre-orgasmic bliss, already eager to take her over the edge of ecstasy again.
Teeth nipped.
His hips drew back, then thrust forward, stretching her muscles and filling her completely.
Domi laid in her bonds and wallowed in her complete lack of control and the sensations washing over her. She was flying higher and higher, the pain and pleasure winding through her body, mixing until she couldn’t tell which was which.
Straightening, Master Mitch’s fingers curved over her breasts, gripping and using them as leverage to fuck her harder, faster. She keened at the intense rush of sensations, the throbbing heat that flowed through her, filling her and leaving her breathless. With the plug in her ass, he felt even larger, filling her completely.
“Oh, fuck… Master Mitch… please…” She squirmed, shuddering as another orgasm began to crest, deeper and fuller than before. Her pussy spasmed around him.
“Come for me, Domi-Darling,” he growled, squeezing her breasts tightly, her nipples pinched by his fingers.
Thrusting hard, he leaned forward, his hips rotating, rubbing his hard groin against her swollen lips and clit. The building crescendo of pleasure and pain had finally reached its peak. The immense pressure inside broke, and Domi screamed, ecstasy exploding inside of her. Her pussy tightened around Master Mitch’s cock, and she heard his low groan as he joined her in rapturous bliss.
Chapter Five
Mitch
Thank you for being my bondage buddy, I’ve really enjoyed it, but last night needed to be the last time. I’m sure I’ll see you around at the club. Take care!
Scowling, Mitch reread the ‘Dear John’ text he’d received from Domi that morning as if the bare-bones message would be able to offer up answers it hadn’t revealed the first ten times he’d read it. Seriously, what the hell? For months, they’d had what Mitch considered the perfect relationship—a non-relationship—and he’d thought Domi was on board with that. Granted, he’d figured she’d eventually want to move on, women often did, but she hadn’t shown any signs of it.
He’d been starting to think he’d found the perfect woman—one who wanted exactly the same thing he did, in perpetuity. He hadn’t thought he’d have to find another play partner any time soon.
Hell, he didn’t want to find another play partner.
What had gone wrong?
Everything had been fine last night. He didn’t think the scene had overwhelmed her, even though it started out as a real punishment scene instead of their usual play. Punishment, fucking, a little of cuddling aftercare, and a quick kiss goodnight before they’d both gone home. Nothing stood out as different. Not until this morning when she’d texted him.
He’d smiled seeing her name on his phone and had been frowning ever since he’d read the actual message.
“Fuck it.”
He pressed the call button. For some reason, he couldn’t shrug off her dismissal of him the way he normally did. It felt wrong, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why.
This wouldn’t be the first time a woman had broken up with him, though he had to admit it normally happened within a month or two because she either got tired of only being fuck buddies or they fell apart naturally, but he’d always seen it coming. There was a certain feel to a connection when it started to diminish. Mitch was practically an expert on that feeling.
The connection between him and Domi hadn’t diminished at all, and if he’d been asked, he would have said they were both happily still going strong as friends-with-benefits.
The relief he felt when Domi picked up the phone, rather than letting the call go to voicemail, was disturbingly intense.
“Hello?”
It was hard to tell what she felt about him calling her from one word, which had been imbued with very little inflection.
“Hey, Domi, it’s Mitch.” He paused. Dammit. He really should have thought through what he wanted to say. “I, uh, I was just calling to make sure you’re okay.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Amusement tinged her voice. “Is this about my text message? I thought I was clear.”
“You were… I just… I wondered why, I guess. I wanted to make sure I didn’t cross any lines last night or anything.”
“Oh, no!” The almost horrified way she rushed to reassure him he hadn’t done anything wrong loosened the tightness in his chest. It felt as though a burden he hadn’t been aware of had lifted, and now that it was gone, he could breathe a little easier. “No… I, I’m so sorry, I never meant to make you feel that way. I…” Her voice trailed off, becoming hesitant.
“You…” Mitch supposed it didn’t matter much. If she was done with him, she was done, and he would have to deal with it. The thought of never playing with her again hurt him more than he’d expected, but he would respect her decision.
Domi blew out her breath, the way she often did before making herself say something she wasn’t completely comfortable revealing.
