Dominate Me: A Devoured Club Novel (2 page)

“Yes, sir.”

I felt the cold of the lubricant squeezed on my ass
, and the warmth of Devlin’s finger as he spread it around my asshole. His finger pressed against the tight opening, slowly pushing in.

“Relax and breathe. Push out toward me as I push in. I’m using my finger first
, before I apply the plug into your ass.”

I nodded and took a deep breathe in, willing myself to relax. I felt his finger pause again at the hole
, and I pushed out slightly as his finger slipped in the tiniest bit. Another moan escaped my mouth as I relaxed some more.

“That’s it, pumpkin. That’s it. Relax as I fuck your ass with my finger.” Devlin’s need laced his voice as his finger began to move in and out of my tight opening. My body pushed back with the need to feel more. Devlin’s left hand moved around front
, and began a cycle on my clit. Slowly running his fingers over my slit, spreading my own moisture on my lips, flicking my bud as he came up. The assault on my ass continued, as Devlin picked up the circular speed on my clit. I could feel the welcomed heat rising within me, the sensations of pleasure taking over, as my body neared its release. Devlin continued to pump his finger in and out of my ass as his other hand continued its rotation on my sensitive bud. I was close to the edge, and every muscle in my body contracted as I threw my head back, arching toward Devlin’s body. A few more pumps of his fingers, and my orgasm crashed through me. Screaming his name, I came hard against his fingers. Attempting to catch my breath, I felt Devlin remove his fingers from my ass, and replace them with the plug. The pressure pushed against my opening, the coolness of the added lube.

“You’re so beautiful when you come. Now, push out again as I insert the plug.”

I did as he said, and he pushed the plug in slowly, allowing my ass to adjust to the awkwardness of the cool metal. Once the plug was fully in, Devlin ran his hands across my ass again.

“Now, that is a sight to be seen. Stand.”

I moved from the position I was in to a standing position, as he requested, fidgeting as I stood, trying to accommodate the plug. I heard Devlin move around me, and when he pulled me roughly to his body, I could feel his arousal through his leather pants. His mouth crashed onto mine, as he pried my lips open with his tongue, exploring and devouring at the same time. Devlin pulled back, and ran his hands down my neck and over my collarbone. I shuddered at the contact, still high from the orgasm.

“Let’s have so fun tonight, pumpkin. Turn around.”

I turned and let him lead me towards the bed.

“Crawl up into the bed. Make sure the blindfold remains on.”

I did as instructed. The side of the bed was up against my shins as it was. I lifted my right leg and paused, remembering the object inserted in my backside. Continuing, I carefully lifted my left leg, and placed my body on the bed. I situated myself in what I thought was the middle of the bed. The sound of Devlin’s footsteps near the bed alerted me to the fact that he was ready. The anticipation in my body was building again. I could hear him breathing as he laid things on the bed. With a sudden shift of the mattress, Devlin’s mouth was on my nipple, taking it into his mouth, lightly sucking and nipping as his other hand massaged my other breast. As if reading my mind, he flipped his attention to the other nipple, sucking the peak into his mouth.

“Lay on your stomach.” The command came as his fingers moved to my pussy, spreading my lips with his fingers. Moaning, I moved from my kneeling position
, to lay on my stomach, again feeling the burn of the plug in my ass.

“Good girl. Are we ready?” His hands rubbed the globes of my ass.

“Yes, sir.” I took a breath in and stilled myself, hoping to hear a clue. Instead, the bed shifted again, and Devlin grabbed my left arm, trailing his fingers along its length, until he reached my wrist. I heard the rattle of the leather restraints as he secured the first one. Repeating the motion with my right arm, I was restrained in a Y manner, eagerly waiting to see if my ankles were to be tied as well.

“Up on your knees.”
Guess not
.

I moved as much as the restraints would allow
, so that I was on my knees, yet my upper body was still slightly on the bed. Devlin’s hands ran over my ass again, and I shifted in motion with his touch, reminding myself again of the intrusion in my ass.

“Your ass
is so beautiful. I love seeing it with the plug in. Now to color it a little more.” His hand pulled back and came down with a light swat, not hard enough to cause a wince, but enough to awaken my skin. Another swat across the left cheek, Devlin alternated the sides, adding a harder swat each time. His hands massaged the reddened flesh, before I felt the leather tails of the flogger gliding over my skin, further desensitizing my body. The coolness of the leather contrasted with the heat of my behind. I arched my back as the flogger passed over the small area just above my ass.

A small moan escaped through my parted lips
, as Devlin’s fingers danced over my labia again, teasing me as the first impact of the flogger hit the curve of my backside. I let out a cry as the next strike landed on the opposite side. Pulling away, I felt Devlin’s hand hold me in place as he methodically picked up the speed and motion of the flogger, striking my ass and thighs in a constant assault that caused my pussy to tighten and moisten with each motion.

Devlin’s fingers entered my core, pumping in and out
, as he continued to land the flogger across my backside. The burn of the impacts, coupled with the sensation of his fingers, brought my body pulsating and alive again. I felt the familiar tightening of my muscles, my abdomen pulling inward as I gripped the chains on the bed, rushing closer to the edge of another orgasm.

“Do not come, pumpkin.”

What the hell? He’s got to be fucking kidding me!

Devlin’s fingers continued to fuck my pussy as his thumb ran circles on my clit. The flogger continued to land on my ass, lighter
, though, than before. As I neared the edge again, Devlin pulled his fingers out of me, and repositioned himself. I let out a groan of frustration as I heard the familiar tear of the foil packet. I listened as he unzipped his pants, and felt the bed shift again. Devlin lined himself up with my opening, and with one thrust, filled me to the hilt. The sudden impalement almost caused me to come, and the excessive fullness I now felt from him and the plug was unlike anything I’d felt before. I didn’t know if I could take him and the plug for much longer. Every nerve in my body was excited and charged. The brief feel of his fingers digging into my hips was replaced by his cock moving slowly in and out of my hot core.

“Oh, pumpkin, you feel divine.” That
rich, Irish accent resonated through my ears, as he continued to pull out and push slowly back in, heightening the feel of the plug. Devlin pulled almost out, and then twisted the plug as he thrust back into me, causing me to grip the chains as I yelled out again.

“Sir…” I moaned as he picked up his speed
, pulling my hips toward him. Fully sheathed within my pussy, Devlin moved his hands back up to my breasts, pulling and rolling my nipples between his fingers. The sensations hit my pussy immediately; moaning, I let out a deep breath.

“Don’t come yet, pumpkin. I still have not given you permission.”  His hands grabbed the mounds
, and he pulled out, thrusting back in hard.

“Please
, sir, I need to come,” I begged. The inevitable was going to happen, and if I didn’t get permission first, the punishment would be more severe than not coming.

“Not yet, Ally.” Devlin began moving in and out again, maintaining a steady speed
- one that was driving every nerve insane with need. Devlin gripped my hips again, and sped up his thrusts.

“Please sir, I’m not going to last
,” I pleaded again. It was the truth; I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Come with me
, Ally.” The words echoed in my ears as I finally relaxed and allowed another orgasm to crash through my body. I heard Devlin grunt as he released his seed into me. Stilling, Devlin ran his finger down my spine as he pulled out of me.

“Relax your ass. I’m going to remove the plug.” He turned the plug and pulled it gently. I felt the thickness retreat, burning the tight muscles as he pulled it out. As soon as it was removed, I collapsed on my stomach, arms still restrained to the bed, blindfold still on. The night had been amazing. The sensations and feelings
had been heightened without my sense of sight. Devlin moved off the bed, and I heard his footsteps as he headed toward the bathroom. Returning, he un-cuffed my wrists, then sat next to me on the bed, pulling me up into his side. He removed the blindfold, and ran the pad of his thumb over my cheek.

“You are so beautiful.” Devlin lowered his head and pulled me closer, kissing my lips with a tenderness that I hadn’t expected.

“Thank you, sir. Tonight was amazing.” I kissed him again before snuggling into his side, as he rubbed his hand up and down my arm.

“What do you say we get dressed and grab some food?”

I nodded, but looked at the clock. It was just after eleven. “What is open this late?”

“A little diner on the outskirts of the city. Open twenty four hours.” Devlin placed a quick kiss on my forehead
, then stood up from the bed. I lazily stood from the bed, too, and walked over to the chair that I had placed my clothes on and got dressed. It was April in Boston: I was a little pissed at myself for not grabbing a sweater.

“You okay?” Devlin asked
, returning from the master bedroom.

“Yeah. Just forgot a sweater.” I shrugged my shoulders and smirked.

“Let me grab you a sweatshirt.” He left the room and returned a moment later with an oversized Bruins sweatshirt. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Devlin.” I took the article and quickly threw it over my head. It smel
led like him, and the scent filled my nostrils, sending small sensations to my core.

“Gorgeous. Let’s go.”

I nodded, and we walked out to the foyer. Grabbing his keys, we left the apartment and took the elevator to the parking garage. He hadn’t said much to me, and I wondered if something was bothering him. I grabbed his hand and laced our fingers together; looking up, I saw him smile a little, and he lightly squeezed my hand. We reached the garage, and Devlin ushered me to his Tahoe, kissing me again before I jumped in. Something about his sensitivity tonight was bothering me. Devlin was sensitive, but only slightly. He wore his dominance at all times, almost a face of emotionlessness. Very rigid and business like - from his time in the military I assume. The subtle changes in his attitude tonight worried me, but I knew he would let me know if there was something I needed to worry about. Wouldn’t he?

“You okay?” I ask
ed as we pulled out of the garage.

“I’
m fine. Why?” he responded, taking my hand and lacing our fingers again.

“You seem off tonight. I mean, not during the scene, but now. You just seem…
I don’t know, off.” I looked at him, and watched as he took a long breath in and quickly glanced at me.

“I’m fine. Long day at work. Nothing to worry about.” He returned his attention to the road and navigated us out of the city.

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We arrived at the diner about twenty minutes later. Devlin was right, it was a tiny establishment, and the aroma of the food as I stepped out of the Tahoe reminded me how much of an appetite I had worked up. Devlin was wearing a pair of blue jeans that rode low on his waist, and a tight fitting tee shirt with a zip up sweatshirt over it. Not his typical dress, but it was a nice change from seeing him in his black outfits; black cargo pants and black tee when at work, and black leather pants and black tee and/or black leather vest when he was at the club.

Devlin led me to a booth in the back corner of the diner, grabbing two menus from the counter on our way.

“Come here often?” I asked as I slid into the booth.

“More than I want to.” The answer was laced with mystery. Part of me wanted to pursue it, but the other part of me knew better. Devlin and I had only been seeing each other
, on and off, for about six months, but there were things about Devlin that anybody could pick up on quickly.

“So, what’s good here?” I searched the menu hoping to find some kind of comfort food that sounded good.

“Just about everything. I’m a big fan of their pancakes.”

I let out a chuckle
. “You like pancakes? I didn’t think you Irish enjoyed anything else besides meat and potatoes.”

“Alas, you have learned something now. Even though I do enjoy the traditional fare of my heritage, I also love the taste of buttermilk goodness.” He winked
at me as he motioned for the waitress.

“Good evening, darling. How have you been?” The bubbly young
woman approached us, basically shoving herself at Devlin. I looked her up and down before turning my head to Devlin.

“Darling?”

“Ally, meet Emily. Emily, meet my girlfriend, Ally.” As Devlin introduced us, my heart stopped.
Girlfriend? OMG!