The Art of Domination (4 page)

He sighs and then rolls his eyes at me. “Oh, stop pouting. I just have some things on my mind. I’ll order out some Italian and we can get
the fireplace going. How does that sound?”

Yes, that
does sound lovely.
Especially if we cap off the night with some fucking and sucking
. I smile at my naughty thought.

“Why are you smiling?” Dylan asks with an eyebrow raised.

“Because in addition to dinner by the fireplace, I want to be fucked and sucked.”

“Jesus, Isa. You are a ne
edy little thing, aren’t you?”

“If that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black,” I tell him, accidentally letting my thoughts slip out.

Dylan looks defensive and I almost start giggling.

“I
am not
needy,” he says stunned.

What’s so funny is that he actually belie
ves himself. “Sure, sure, sugar, whatever you say.” I tell him.

Yes, some fucking and sucking would definitely take my mind of the current situation with…
you know who.
As if talking to her on the phone wasn’t enough, now that bitch has to text me too about meeting in person? I can’t think about this.

I help
remove the pouting beauty’s coat and take her car keys from her. I seriously regret ever having bought her that damned Mini Coop. Okay, not
really
, but I hate that she thinks she can come and go as she pleases. This would be a non-issue if she would just give up that damned apartment. Speaking of which…

“Now that we’re engaged, Isabel, I want you
give up your apartment. Seriously, why are you still holding on to that?” 

She swings around and looks irritated with me. “Dylan, I don’
t want to argue about this
again
. You know why. I’ve told you a hundred times already.”

“Then fucking tell me 101 times.”

She sighs heavily and I feel the itch to paddle her sassy ass. “Sugar…” she starts in.

“Don’t sugar
me, Isabel.” There’s no way she’s sweet talking me right now.

“I just like having
somewhere to go if…. you know, things don’t work out,” she says looking at the floor. I see her hand go up as if she’s going to start twirling her hair, but she stops herself and then looks up at me, crookedly smiles and her hand falls back to her side.
Good girl.

“I’ve asked you to marry me for Christ’s sake and you
still
think things aren’t going to work out? Talk about commitment issues.”

Her eyes widen at my comment. “I don’t have commitment issues.” 

Shit.
I know she hates that word;
issues
. “Sure, sure, sugar; whatever you say,” I repeat mockingly to her. 

She starts to protest, but I’m not in the mood for this kind of banter with her. “Just stop. We can discuss this later, and
we will
, but for now I just want to
eat
.”

She smiles and looks relieved. “Do you
want me to call in the order?” she asks.

I laugh at her. “I’m not talking about food, sweetheart.”

Her eyes light up at my remark and then she claps her hands and jumps up and down like a child who’s just won a prize.  Isabel has a strange way of making me forget about my worries. I laugh and pull her to me and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck and feverishly kisses me back.

“
Go and get something pretty on for me. I’ll get the fireplace ready,” I tell her.

When she leaves,
I light the fireplace and stoke the fire. I head to the dungeon and grab a throw to lay down in front of the fireplace. Once back in the living room, I dim the lights, and quickly get undressed and wait for my beautiful angel. 

When she comes out of the bedroom she’s wearing a sheer black short nightie with nothing underneath, just the way I like. Her long hair is pulled back into a side braid that hangs just above her left breast; her long bangs hanging down and framing her face.
Damn she looks tasty.
When she sees the throw, she smiles wickedly at me.

I need desperately to forget about what ha
s transpired today and with the smile she’s giving me, I should have no trouble doing it. I’m feeling anxious and an impending headache is threatening to ruin the rest of my night so I motion for her to come to me and I start kissing her. I can’t wait to have her any longer. She immediately responds to me, drops to her knees and starts running her tongue up and down my shaft.
Damn she’s good at that.
The feeling of her tongue piercing is sending shivers up my spine and my knees start to buckle.  I step back away from her and lay down on the floor.  She continues her delicious assault on me and I take in the setting; the heat being emitted from the fireplace, the sounds of the crackling fire, Isa’s hypnotic smell and the wet sounds filling the room.

I’m watching her and wondering what she
’s thinking about while she does this to me. She looks happy and content, and sexy as fuck. Her hair keeps falling in her eyes as she moves slowly up and down on me and I push it back and hold it for her. I love her so damned much. Nothing is going to come between us.
Nothing.

Her eyes open and shift upward to gaze at me like she knows what I’m thinking.

“My turn?” she asks sweetly as she stops sucking me.

She
lies down next to me and I move in between her legs, lifting her gown to expose her. The fire is reflecting off her hair and eyes, and I can see her pussy glistening in the mood lighting. I slide two fingers inside of her and she begins to shift around and she closes her eyes.

I
instantly find what I’m looking for. I’ve come to know its location by memory. I firmly rub the front wall of her pussy and feel her slowly swell. I rub her clit with my thumb and start to lick her belly.

It’s not as soft as it used to be when I first met her. I’ve watched over the past five months as her body has transformed into a more firm and tight package. I’d swear she’s even lost a little w
eight; not that it much matters one way or the other. I guess all the fucking we’ve been doing has worked wonders for her.  There hasn’t been much else to do with all the snow we’ve had this winter but to stay in and fuck like rabbits. I actually look forward to being snowed in and wish it would last a little longer.

As I continue to kiss and lick her, I can feel her lower belly just above her hairline starting to get hot and swollen and I know what that means. I slow my pace. I want a big finish so I let her build more and more as I
bring her near orgasm and deny her release. I lay on top of her, pin her hands above her head and slap her clit with my dick.  She’s writhing and moaning with her eyes closed.
Fuck yes
. I love to see her uncomfortable and wanting me.

“Fuck me, Dylan,” s
he moans and her eyes flicker open, then closed again.

“
Shush… quiet.”

She quie
ts down for me, but starts clicking her tongue ring against her teeth.
Shit, that annoys me.
That irritating little habit has replaced her hair twirling and I’m just not having it.  I release her hands and grab her jaw.

“Stop that right now,
” I tell her strictly.

She opens her eyes and immediately obeys.
Good girl.
I slide myself into her dripping wet hole she and feels fan-fucking-tastic.  I start a slow rhythm of fucking her and my release builds. Her hips are meeting my thrusts eagerly, bringing me closer to my finish.

“Oh, sugar, you feel so good,” s
he moans out with her eyes tightly closed.

“
I told you to be quiet,” I tell her as I place my hand over her mouth.

Damn it.
She knows that she can’t talk when we’re fucking. The sound of her seductive voice sends me over the edge every motherfucking time.  I pick up my pace and she mumbles something under my hand. I pull out and start fingering her again, never taking my hand away from her mouth.  I can feel how ready she is to cum so I start pulling at her and finally remove my hand. Just as I do, an impressive spray of her cum gushes out and she screams something garbled. I’ll never get tired of seeing that.  I’m thankful I grabbed the throw.

I flip her onto her stomach and pull her hands behind her and grip
her wrists tightly. I kiss her neck and thrust into her again. As I pound into her I squeeze her ass cheeks and slap them with my free hand. 

Does Isabel
let you do those things to her?

Erika’s
unwelcome words pop into my head.
Fucking hell.
I flashback to my time with Erika and envision the different wicked, painful and depraved things we did together.
Shit, shit, shit
. What me and Isabel are doing right now wouldn’t even be considered anything but vanilla with a twist.  I can feel myself starting to lose my erection so I grip Isa’s wrists tighter and squeeze her cheeks until she squeals out in pain.
That’s better.
I’m completely hard again and I start thrusting harshly.  Isabel’s breathing gets more ragged and shallow and she whimpers when I slap her ass cruelly. 
This is what I need
.

I lean down into her ear and whisper, “Are you my good little slut?”

Her breath hitches but she doesn’t answer me. I let go of her hands and pull her hair hard. “I asked you a question. Answer me.” 

“Y
...y…yes,” she stutters out.

“You like being fucked, don’t you, you little slut? Say it. Say you like being fucked.”

“Dylan… please…”

That’s not what I want to hear.
  I pull her hair harder yet. “Say it God damn it.”

“I like being fucked,” s
he finally says.

With that,
I push into her hard one last time as I cum.
Fuck vanilla with a twist.
What I need is some good hard S&M action.

I let go of Isa’s hair and she immediately r
olls over onto her back and crawls backwards away from me, not saying anything. I’m still trying to catch my breath when she gets up and leaves the room and heads for the bathroom, I assume. After a few minutes I go into the bathroom where she’s cleaning herself up. She won’t look at me.
What the hell is her problem?
She finishes up, pushes past me and leaves the restroom. When I’m done cleaning myself and getting dressed, I find her completely dressed and sitting at the kitchen bar.

I’m standing at the
refrigerator chugging some water and when I turn to look at her she’s giving me the evil eye.

“What?” I ask her.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Shit.
Just play it off, Young. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Her eyes narrow at me and she
looks me up and down, and folds her arms. 

“Tell me,” s
he says sternly.

Don’t do it, Young. Don’t lie to her
.
Now’s your chance to tell her everything.
“There’s nothing wrong, Isa.”
Shit, I hate lying to her.

***

Like hell there’s nothing wrong.
  He calls me a slut and I’m supposed to believe everything is okay? He’s never called me that before. I don’t mind a little bit of degradation, but I just hate that word.

Dylan is standing in the kitchen trying to look innocent and nonchalant
, but he looks like a child who’s been caught in a lie. Is he really going to just stand there and pretend like nothing’s wrong?

“So you’re not going to tell me?” I ask him. 

Typical Dylan style, he shrugs his shoulders and turns away from me. I hate that he’s always so secretive and closed off.
Whatever
.

“
Then I am going home and don’t try to stop me,” I tell him as I get up and go over to grab my coat.
Now where the hell did he put my keys?

D
ylan spins around and looks cheesed off.  “Like hell you are. Anyway, I thought we were going to order in some dinner.”

“Change of plans. Where are my keys?”

“Fucking hell, Isa. Can we please not fight tonight? I said no and that’s the end of it.”

Oh,
for the love of tequila.
This man is impossible. “Where are my keys?” I say louder.

“Why are you being like this?”
he asks, exasperated.

He’s got some
nerve.
“Gee, I wonder, Dylan. Maybe because there’s obviously something eating at you and you won’t tell me. Or maybe because I don’t particularly enjoy being called a
slut
.” This time I half yell it even though I didn’t really mean to raise my voice. I immediately feel bad for speaking to Dylan in such a way; especially when I see the look on his face.