A Dom and His Not So Submissive Sub (8 page)

 

 

Vanessa forced her eyes open. This time, the Dom had a knife in his hand. Vanessa’s inner conservative wanted to cringe at the sight of the stainless steel so close to human flesh, but Freyr’s thrust had her
seeing things a different way. The submissive moaned instead of screamed as the tip of the knife trailed down her skin. She didn’t look to be frightened at all. Vanessa knew
she
still would never do something like that, but she wouldn’t look down on those who do.

             
Freyr rotated her hips counter to his slow thrusts. The sex this time was so different from what it had been the other times she’d allowed him to sleep with her. She had no control over way Freyr moved her.

             
“A good Sub is a Sub that trusts her master,” he said to her as they watched the Dom running to the tip of his erection through his Sub’s slit. “A Sub trusts that her Master will not take things too far. Everything is not about restraints or pain. It is about enjoying yourself.”

             
He stopped speaking suddenly. His thrusts no longer the easy slow glide of before. He moved hard against her. Her teeth clenched to keep her voice quiet. She leaned further back into his chest, allowing him to control her movements. She forced herself to keep her eyes open to watch what was happening on the stage. The Dom had thrust into his Sub wildly. The remaining awareness inside Vanessa’s mind was proud to notice that the Dom didn’t have nearly what her man had going for him in the dick department.

             
Bragging about it had to wait though. Freyr thrust sharply, striking just right against that knot of nerves inside her. She writhed as orgasm shot through her. She was just aware of a hand clamping over her mouth to muffle her sudden scream. Her hands reached for the nearest item available as a handhold, his hair.  Freyr ignored her tight grip against his scalp.  Her inner muscles gripped him so tightly, like a well fitted glove. He pulled her hips tighter against him, rocking her back and forth. His teeth pinched the skin at the back of her neck playfully, enjoying himself immensely. He’d forgotten the couple on the stage long ago until he heard them both roar their pleasure as they both climaxed. Freyr cursed rapidly in his own tongue. Vanessa was very aware that the show was about to end and if she didn’t want to be embarrassed to be seen having sex she had to figure out how to get Freyr to come. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, massaging his thrusting cock. He grunted as his hands clenched tighter on her thighs. She bore down harder on him, the result having him striking hard against the nerve rich kernel inside her. It hurt so good her orgasm ran straight through her.  Freyr followed.

             
She collapsed back upon him weakly, feeling the tremors through her body. With the last of his strength, he covered her, the best he could with her skirt. She slid from his lap, lifting away from his spent cock. He carefully tucked himself away before standing so they could trail with the audience out of the amphitheater. Vanessa said nothing until she had a drink in front of her. Once Freyr settled himself in his seat, she said, “That was a wild experience.”

             
Freyr’s smile was small as he nodded. “I forgot that particular Dom enjoyed knives. His sub likes the pain.”

             
Vanessa shuddered. “I still don’t understand how anyone could enjoy pain, but I guess everything else was okay.”

             
They drank their drinks, watching some of the other couples near them. Vanessa wasn’t sure of the time they left, but she was glad to be heading home where she would be safe from seeing whips and chains as decoration. Vanessa thought about her experience. There was no way she’d ever go by herself. She’d think about going with Freyr again, but only if they stayed on the top floors and avoided anything having to do with her being treated as a slave.

             
She smiled suddenly. She thought Freyr could get pretty wild before, but now she had to think of him in a brand new light.  When he controlled her motions during the act she had been forced to admit she found it sexy. She didn’t have to guide him and didn’t have to think about what they were about to do. It did make her kind of want to explore more options than just the regular vanilla sex she was used to. She just wasn’t sure if she could go as far as some of what she’d seen at the club. And she still couldn’t allow Freyr to think he was the boss of her.

             
Vanessa made Freyr buy her a caramel ice cream sundae, from the small ice cream shop close by her house as a way to prove she was the one still in control. Exhaustion struck the moment she opened the door to the apartment. Vanessa set her purse down on the entry table next to the door. Freyr followed her, carrying the ice cream. She turned a slight smile on him as he entered her kitchen, probably to put what was left in the freezer.

             
The blinking light of her answering machine drew her attention. Vanessa frowned. There were seventeen messages saved. An astronomical amount considering no one ever called her on her house phone. She checked her cell to see if maybe one of her clients had tried to reach her.  No missed calls there. “What is going on?”

             
“What is the problem?” Freyr said. Vanessa jumped, surprised at his sudden appearance. He smiled apologetically. She turned back to the machine, wondering if she should listen to them all this evening. She was pretty tired and she wanted nothing to disturb her alone time with Freyr. But if it was her mother and she didn’t hear the message, she’d be in really big trouble later on. Freyr encircled her waist with his arms and nibbled at the sensitive skin on the back of her neck. Vanessa forgot all about her messages. She wouldn’t be able to do anything tonight anyway. Freyr tugged her toward the bedroom, the bulge in his pants telling her of his intentions.

             
She followed him willingly.

 

 

Chapter 6

Warm light from the sun hit Vanessa’s sleeping face. Behind her, Freyr curled tightly against her back, his arm over her like a heavy weight. She couldn’t help the smile touching her lips. A gorgeous man wanted her, was deeply aroused by her until he was insatiable. Now she had good sex, very good sex with an immortal being.

             
So far, there was nothing for her to complain about.

             
Freyr shifted closer behind her, his morning erection pulsing against her inner wall.  Freyr loved falling asleep inside her. Said it made him feel the most connected to her, just as he explained he would never wear a condom with her.

             
She bit back her snort of derision. She had an ex that tried to say the same thing once.  Her answer had been to break up with him. Whatever it was about Freyr, she found she couldn’t really deny him what he truly wanted. So she decided to make an appointment with her doctor to talk about getting back on the birth control pills. She may like Freyr but she really wasn’t a fan of being a mother at this stage in her life.

             
She wiggled, trying to get comfortable. “
Kyrr
,” Freyr muttered, tightening his arm around her.

             
Vanessa glanced over her shoulder at her sleeping boyfriend. She had no idea what he just said. “Freyr,” she said.

             
He didn’t wake up. She wiggled again, seeing if she could get a reaction out of him.

             
Freyr’s eyes popped open as he hissed.  “
Kyrr
,” he said again.

             
“What does that mean?” she asked him.

             
Freyr furrowed his brows, and then understanding dawned on him.  “Be still.”

             
That was all that she wanted to know. She allowed Freyr to return to his sleep while she left the bed to take care of her morning business and get breakfast started for the both of them. She was in a mood for some homemade pancakes, and maybe some bacon and eggs. Freyr would most likely appreciate it as he often had a very big appetite first thing in the morning.

             
She mixed up the batter, put on the bacon, and cracked the eggs. It was the heady smell of food that finally woke Freyr from his deep sleep. He came shuffling into the room wearing nothing but his skin. Vanessa set a plate before him, filled with all the morning goods she put together.  She trailed a hand through his hair as she turned back to cleaning up the mess she made. Vanessa bent over to ensure she’d turned off the stove and jumped slightly when she felt a pair of hands grabbing for her hips. Freyr stood close behind her, his cock spearing her pussy in one slick movement. “This is good,” she heard him say as he thrust long and deep inside her.

             
She felt her knees buckle. It did feel rather good if she did say so herself. But still, she’d gone through a lot of trouble to make breakfast and did not want him letting it get cold. “Eat,” she gasped as the smooth head of him grazed against that special place inside of her.

             
Behind her, Freyr suddenly groaned as a thought occurred to him. He pulled away from her, wrapping an arm about her waist before she could move away from him. He carried her to the table, where he moved his breakfast aside on the counter. Without further thought, he laid Vanessa spread out. Her legs hung over the side.

             
What are you doing?” she demanded.

             
Freyr sat comfortably in his seat between her wide spread thighs. His gaze zeroed in on her moist flesh. She was slick, swollen with arousal from their previous encounter. Vanessa’s hips were jerked forward more toward the edge of the table. His hands under her buttocks tilted her hips at just the right angle for his tongue to plunge inside her, devouring her juices like rare nectar.

             
Vanessa suddenly howled with surprise at the incredible pleasure. His tongue bathed the whole of her sex, from the rosebud of her anus to her burning clit. Over and over he licked her, taking time occasionally to swirl around her little bud, never quite touching it with enough pressure to really set her off. When she did not expect it, his lips encompassed her clit, sucking hard, almost painful in its intensity.

             
Vanessa was embarrassed by the slurping noises coming from between her thighs, yet she held on tightly to his hair, pulling him closer with every tug he made on her clit. One finger slid its way into her, as he coaxed more of her honey with his lips. He released her clit, to once more strike his tongue against her. That one finger retreated, allowing his tongue to gently stretch her muscles around him. Vanessa climaxed. Freyr gave her no corner for rest. He was relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure. The finger he coated in her fluids moved lower, caressing her rosebud, adding a new sensation she’d never felt before. The digit pushed, working resolutely inside her dark passage, while his tongue distracted her from the new pleasure about to take hold of her.

             
She lifted her shoulders from the table to look down at him, catching his eyes firmly planted on her face. His tongue worked constantly on her flesh, from hole to clit. His finger inside her backside finally made itself known as it forced past the tight ring of muscles to the first knuckle. Vanessa stiffened at the intrusion. Freyr ignored that bit of resistance, pushing forward.

             
“Push out,” he demanded. He worked his finger in and out, in and out. Over and over again.

             
Vanessa allowed herself to just let go, to finally feel what he did to her. Despite the initial discomfort it wasn’t that bad. In fact, each time he slid out felt very good. She heard a bottle being uncapped. The finger inside her removed itself to her disappointment. She lifted higher up to see he had a bottle of lube he’d hidden earlier from her and he was coating his fingers liberally. He glanced up when he felt her gaze. A feral grin lit his features. He said nothing as he lowered his head again, delivering sharp little bites to her sex. The slight pain had her moaning with the brand new experience.

             
Then, there was his finger again. This time she pushed out, determined to return the dark sensations. One finger was replaced by two fingers, stroking her insides. His mouth doubled the pleasure as his tongue fucked her pussy. “Oh yeah,” she groaned. “Give it to me baby, real good.”

             
Freyr worked a third finger inside her, scissoring to make way for something much larger than his fingers. Vanessa thrust against him, working those fingers of his deeper inside her. He brought her to another climax, this one centered purely in a different spot of her body. She threw her head back and howled, growing wild. Freyr removed his fingers from her rectum and quickly coated his cock with lube. He held her hips steady as he slowly, but surely began his assault on her rear.

             
Vanessa felt the burning as she was stretched much wider than before. It was uncomfortable for a long moment. Making her wonder if she actually could enjoy this part of the sex. But, Freyr continued pushing forward. Her hands grabbed on to his forearms, her nails digging in as she held on for dear life. It amazed her how much the burn didn’t stop her body from recognizing the stimulation to her pussy through the thin wall separating them. Orgasm hovered just out of reach, making her ready to beg, as Freyr began the slow glide out.

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