All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 13

Towards dawn Donald woke up with a start realizing his lover was not next to him. After the bad dream Saundra had earlier in the night he was concerned and immediately got up and went in search for her. He found her curled up on the bench of the bay window in the kitchen. Her small silhouette against the early grey light made her appear vulnerable; she sat staring out the window with her legs pulled up and her chin resting on her knees.

“Saundra, sweetheart, come back to bed,” Donald softly said. She looked over at him, startled from her memories. He came to her and took her hand; her hand felt so cold in his warm grasp. He kissed her fingers then drew her up into his arms. She was shivering and he held her tightly against him for several moments before leading her back to the bedroom. As they snuggled in bed he worried about her. He could not ignore that she had been acting differently since the beginning of the bank deal with his Japanese client. She lingered in his arms for a while then rolled to her side and fell asleep. He wished she would confide in him what was troubling her.

They slept in late for a change. Between Donald’s lack of physical satisfaction and Saundra’s nightmare and long absence from bed they both had a restless night. She fixed a breakfast of French toast, eggs, and bacon while he made the coffee and set the kitchen table. After eating they shared the morning paper while they drank coffee and talked quietly about various articles. Donald helped her clean the kitchen then took her into his arms and softly kissed her. She grinned, reveling in his warm affection.

“What would you like to do today?” he asked.

“We’ve got a lot going on this week so I would just like to stay here and relax. Maybe watch some movies on TV, or maybe there’s a good football game on,” she answered as she gently pulled away from him. “But right now I want a nice, hot shower. Come on, you can bathe me,” she slyly smiled at him as she strolled away. He grinned and followed her down the hall to the master bathroom. She stood in the center of the bathroom, the cool marble gleaming all around her and beckoned him inside. “Strip,” she commanded him. As he was only wearing a tee shirt and briefs he was quickly naked. Saundra smiled at him, taking in his broad, hairy chest, his slight paunch and love handles, then dropped her gaze to his beautiful cock nestled against his full, round balls. She knew he had been expecting a surprise the night before but she had been too tired to play. Poor baby, she mused.

Donald stood there in all his naked glory feeling excited yet impatient. He could feel his cock beginning to swell just from his Mistress’ appraisal. He wanted so badly to touch her, to feel her large breasts and suck on them, to feel her plump, round ass and squeeze it. He could barely stand the anticipation of her desires!

“Remove my robe and nightshirt. Oh, and the golden rule is now in effect, so you may not touch me unless I give you permission or physically guide you in some way. I don’t want to feel any part of your body touching me, not yet, anyway.”

He pushed the robe off her shoulders and pulled it down her pale, soft arms, eased it away from her body, then hung it on a hook on the back of the door. When he turned back to her he grasped the hem of her nightshirt to pull it up and off her body. His eyes followed the hem as he slowly raised it up. Her soft, clean-shaven mound was enticingly revealed, then her pale, supple belly; slowly up the shirt went to expose her luscious, full tits. Her pink, stiff nipples pointed upward as she lifted her arms pulling her breasts up and his mouth watered to suck on them. His hardened cock twitched at the very thought of it! As he continued to pull her nightshirt off he leaned his face down to her breasts, just to feel the heat of her skin and smell her soft scent. His lips were daringly close to her swollen buds. For an instant her face was covered as he pulled the nightshirt over her head and her chest pushed out slightly when she withdrew her arms from the sleeves. And in that moment Donald’s warm lips brushed across one of his Mistress’s nipples.

He immediately stood straight up and glanced down into her eyes to see if she had felt that feathery contact of lip to nipple. He had not done it on purpose, or had he? He was dying to touch her but he had only intended to breathe her in, not to make contact. Her expression showed no hint as to what she had felt. But when he dropped his gaze to her breasts he noticed her areola was now puckered around the nipple he had grazed with his lips. No doubt she had certainly felt the tease of his lips.

Saundra smiled and slipped past him walking back into the bedroom and turned to look at him. “Come here.” He followed her and stood warily before her. She reached down and stroked his long rod with her fingertips and he softly moaned to feel her finally touching his aching cock. She cradled his balls in her palm then slowly squeezed them; softly at first but then increased the pressure until he flinched uncomfortably. “Don’t think I didn’t feel what you did, Donald. You know how sensitive my nipples are.” When she released him he sighed from the sexual tension building up within him. He watched her apprehensively as she walked to the nightstand and opened the drawer. She dug around to find what she wanted then his eyes widened when she removed a paddle.

“When did you get that?”

“This?” She held it up and turned it in her hand. “Well, you know, tools of the trade, so to speak. You, of all people, know how important it is to have the right tools to be successful. I want to be a successful Mistress which includes giving you pleasure or punishment, whichever you deserve. When I told you not to touch me with any part of your body, what happened?”

“Saundra, I didn’t mean…”

“Darling, it’s a matter of control, isn’t it? I’ve been trying to teach you that virtue and for the most part you’ve done well. But you had a little lapse just a few minutes ago, didn’t you?” She came up to him and swirled her fingertip around his thick cockhead. He winced, desperate to feel her hand wrapped around his needy shaft and stroke him to a sweet climax. His eyes were glued on her finger as she raised it to her lips. “I have to admit I want to feel you touching me. I need it badly. I’m so hot for you baby,” she said seductively as she delicately licked his precum from her finger, savoring his taste. “But only when I allow you to pleasure me and only in the ways I desire for you to do so.” Her hand went back to his cock and gave it a hard squeeze eliciting a soft groan from him. “Now, be a good boy and turn around and bend over the chair behind you.” She released her hand from his engorged member and stared at him expectantly.

For a fleeting moment he thought of just overpowering her and taking her. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her hard and come deep inside her tight cunt. Yet she looked so beautiful in her naked stance, paddle in hand, power exuding from her, thrilling him in such a strange way. It had always been his natural instinct to be dominant, whether it was business or personal. He wondered if he would ever understand the attraction of her dominating him. However, he was hard pressed to deny that in relinquishing control he found an exciting freedom to let himself experience sensations in ways he’d never dreamed or thought of. Even if he felt some humiliation in being teased, denied, or punished, the overall effect on his entire life was exhilarating. He had never felt so happy and complete as he did now in his relationship with Saundra. He had never felt such love and devotion for anyone as much as he did for his Mistress. It was something he just could not explain. As much as he dreaded the pain he was about to receive he welcomed it even if he hated to admit it. He turned and leaned over the chair grasping the back of it and tensed in anticipation.

“I think twenty should be enough, don’t you my pet? Don’t forget to count.” Saundra softly said as she caressed his ass cheeks with her warm palm. She knew he felt conflicted, she had seen it in his eyes when she’d pulled the paddle out of the drawer. Yet, here was this man, strong and dynamic, willingly submitting to her. She was proud of him for overcoming his apprehension of letting someone else take control. Her heart swelled with emotion. He was so sweet and caring. He loved to please her and she adored him for it. She let several moments pass until she felt his ass cheeks relax then without warning brought the paddle down hard.

“One!” he blurted out and put his head down. It hurt, but he was determined to get through it. By the seventh swat his ass was stinging badly and he was panting trying to ease the pain with deep breaths. Every now and then Saundra would pause and reach between his legs to slowly stroke his cock and balls. With each soft touch of her warm hand he would groan and whisper, “Please, please, please” over and over. She took immense pleasure in feeling his precum seeping from him while her own juices flowed from between her swollen pussy lips. Yet, the blows continued, harder and faster. By the fifteenth blow he was grunting hard as he forced the count from his lips. When she finally reached twenty his ass was blazing as if on fire and he could barely spit out the count. But also, his cock was throbbing painfully and the pressure in his balls was maddening. He was baffled at how such pain enhanced his desire and every time she touched his straining shaft he had to fight back his orgasm. When she allowed him to stand she noted the flush in his face was almost as red as his tender ass.

“Well, now that we’ve worked up a light sweat that shower sounds heavenly, don’t you think?” She tossed the paddle onto the chair and headed into the bathroom. Donald looked helplessly down at his engorged cock and then at her luscious, swaying ass as she walked away from him.