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Jocelyn was fishing about the room for something, while Alex obeyed her demand. The stern tones of a mistress had never appeared inside her sexual theatre, but coming to her now, she was mesmerized by the submissive feeling that took over, the very same feeling that had taken control of her so many times in the past. It was no surprise that with another lover she’d be finding that sweetly blissful place again, even if it was a woman who took her there. In time, Alex imagined Jocelyn becoming a formidable Domme with a sharp tongue and razor sharp commands as stern as any man’s.
Finding what she wanted rifling through Alex’s purse, Jocelyn pulled a leather spanker from the bottom of the broad straw bag.
“You always carry this?” she asked.
“Will insists,” Alex answered.
“Great idea,” Jocelyn said admiring the foot long implement. It was just flexible enough to be easily used and no doubt appreciated for its vicious snap. She wasted no time climbing on the bed behind her captive submissive, and softly pelting Alex’s wriggling behind with the flat leather implement. A look of exhilaration appeared on Jocelyn’s face as the spanker came down on hard on the once lovely white behind.
Bound to the headboard, half by Jocelyn’s efforts and half because she simply wanted to be immobilized, Alex rose up to her knees so that her ass was stretched taut. Then she taunted her friend with her writhing behind, which only inspired Jocelyn to redouble her efforts with the spanker. No longer did she care how hard she smacked the leather against the reddening skin.
If the spanking caused her any pain, Alex certainly didn’t let on. She’d been quickly transported to a deliriously happy place and her only vocal response was to ask for more.
Jocelyn gave her what she asked for, hitting her hard in the center of her cheeks till they were glowing hot and red.
“Yes, love, more. Please…”
“You like this, don’t you, you little tramp? Rough? Real rough. You want it to hurt?”
“Oh, god yes…” her reply was barely audible but the message was clear.
“Good, because that’s want I want to do…make you hurt. She pulled her arm back and used as much force as she dare allow, spanking the two cheeks enough to make Alex wail. She nearly collapsed, but just before she did, Jocelyn stopped and reached for her own handbag, from which she pulled a thick dildo. Pressing it into Alex’s cunt, she shoved it deep.
“Gawd yessssss, ah yes.” A staccato reply of sounds issued immediately, as her red rear squirmed violently on the invading prick.
Jocelyn, forgetting the leather punishment, descended on the bobbing bottom, with two hands working fast to probe her ass, and shove the dildo deep into the dark interior. She slapped her hard with the palm of her hand and the groveling Alex groaned every time. The pain turned her on. She wanted to bolt and she wanted to stay for more—the proverbial paradox. This was the submissive Alexandra’s heaven.
Jocelyn let the slapping and thick prick speak for her. The Domme was no longer sleeping, no longer hiding in a corner. She’d some to life, as real and formidable as any Dom this submissive had known.
When the air suddenly filled with the sound of Alex cumming, Jocelyn finally eased off and the moaning woman enjoy the glorious orgasm ride to the very end. After several minutes, Alex collapsed to the bed.
She lay immobile, her scarlet ass looking like a rose in winter with the red against the white. Each breath she took was less labored, until her body rose and fell in a subtle wave of peace. “Come satisfy me, slut,” Jocelyn murmured, waking the sleeping woman from her languishing repose. “Come here, whore, and take my cunt.”
Alex lifted her droopy locks of hair and stared at Jocelyn’s lust-filled expression with a vacant one. Realizing that her hands were still tied and clinging to the headboard, she jerked from the awkward pose and moved toward the open crotch between Jocelyn’s legs. With her hands of little use, the best she could offer was a teasing tongue and lips, although that was all that Jocelyn needed. She was already so aroused that it took just a licking sucking at her clit for the redhead to feel the full power of her climax.
Time for something softer now.
Still poised between Jocelyn’s thighs, Alex bent down and licked the pinkish nether lips, hearing Jocelyn start to moan again. She pressed her face to the warm moist opening, tasting the sweet nectar that had gathered there. Her whole face was covered in her lover’s juices. Jocelyn came again, less vigorously this time. By the time she was finished, the once formidable Domme had been reduced to whimpering. Exhausted, the two fell back against each other and rested in the quiet, sensuous aftermath.
“I wasn’t too hard on you?” Jocelyn finally found her voice again.
“Will never asks that question, I don’t think Reg would even think of it,” Alex answered.
“Then I suppose, it’s not important.”
“You d
o this naturally, Jocelyn, how could I not be moved and satisfied.”
There was no response from the redhead. She was thinking hard. This was not the first zealous surge of dominant desire to overtake her, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. How strange it was to have a woman in her life that really desired this from her. Never in a million years would she have guessed that lesbian lust, not to mention the desire to dominant, would become part of her expanding sexual playground.
Chapter Eleven
Still thinking about her remarkable ‘nooner’ with Alex, Jocelyn came through the back door of the house and into the kitchen. For a moment her body relived the wicked rush, thinking of how much she’d like to have left Alex bound as she was for hours. How at midnight she would have snuck back into the hotel, and after having abused her more, finally released her. Grim fantasies like these had never taken hold of her before; though this one had, and the shock was unsettling.
Setting her purse and briefcase on the counter she opened the refrigerator and peered inside. She was famished. By nine o’clock she should be, especially after she and Alex had abruptly left their half eaten lunches at the coffee shop, preferring to satisfy their sexual appetites. She’d had nothing to eat since.
Fishing cold salmon from under plastic wrap, she decided it was probably what Reg had left uneaten from his dinner alone. Next to the salmon, there was pasta salad that had tasted pretty good two nights before.
