Domination Sex: Conditioned Response

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 12,635
1 Ratings (5.0)

A Special Promotional Title From Bestselling Erotica Author Erika Masten

Domination Sex: Conditioned Response An Explicit Erotic Short Story

A weekend of passion and domination with Jay left Emma terrified at the depth of her feelings, sexual and emotional. When he sweeps aside her rejection and gives her one more chance, contingent upon surrendering to his every desire, can she handle his conditions?

Bonus Material: Includes excerpts from A Firm Hand: Dominated #4 and My Two Doms: Hot Hard Menage #3 by Erika Masten.

Warning: Explicit sexual content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

Domination Sex: Conditioned Response
1 Ratings (5.0)

Domination Sex: Conditioned Response

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 12,635
1 Ratings (5.0)
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This is a hot and sexy short story. Emma goes from one boyfriend to another while her friends are married and settled in their lives but when this last boyfriend ditches her, her long time friend arrives to take control, and wow take control he does.
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We linger beside his king-sized bed, and Jay lowers his mouth to mine again. I only realize how turned on he is when he pulls my hair and grabs one of my thighs, to curl my leg around his hip and open my pussy. He wedges his bulging hard-on against my wet cunt lips and rocks against me, while sucking and nipping at my tongue. I grind against him in return, until he untangles himself from me with a reluctant groan.

“Kneel on the bed,” he tells me, but I can’t make myself move. Gnawing at my lower lip, I glance back and forth from Jay to the bed to Jay, until he nudges me to comply. He stands immediately behind me, arms around my waist. “Breathe, Emma. Remember I told you I would take your ass when you begged me to, and I meant it. Only when you beg.” As though reading my thoughts, he adds, “You will.”

I peer over my shoulder at him, relaxing little by little at the reassurance that I still have some more time to get used to this idea. He rubs my shoulders and my arms and along my spine, giving me warm shivers that melt me from the inside, before finally pushing at the back of my neck and urging me down onto my hands and knees.

Confused, I settle on all fours, on the silky Egyptian cotton sheets. He said he wouldn’t take me before I begged him, and I believe him. So now what?

Again, I watch from over my shoulder as Jay opens a drawer in his nightstand and brings out a small tube and a metallic butt plug. I immediately start to whine and tense, which earns me a slow caress along one cheek of my ass, followed by a hard smack.

“I also said I’d push your limits,” he reminds, as he takes a bit of clear gel from the tube and smears it along his fingers, working the goo for a few seconds. It’s not nearly as cold as I’d feared, warmed by his skin, when it touches my twitchy, nervous little bud. I could almost relax into the feeling of the slippery lube being massaged around my asshole, and I close my eyes and focus on calming my breath.

The tip of the plug nosing into my ass makes my eyes flare open and wide, and I lean away.

“No, no,” Jay chastises and grips me by one shoulder to pull me back and hold me still. The plug has a cone shape at the end, tapering above a crosspiece a couple of inches long. The design makes it perfect for wedging open my tight ring, invading me deeper and deeper, stretching my hole wider and wider. It didn’t look that big, but every time I’m sure I’ve taken all of it, there’s a little more, a little more.

It doesn’t help that Jay is turning it in little circles that make me want to squirm my hips. He pulls it out just a bit, wiggles it back in, turns it, wiggles it out. I give up my brave front and whine and pant, hanging my head and clawing at the sheets.

Then it’s inside me. I feel my tender asshole close over the plug, where it tapers. The sharp, stretching gives way to a sense of wanting to push out the butt plug while at the same time wanting to pull it in deeper.

“Good girl,” Jay coos, his thumb toying with the crosspiece, making the plug wiggle inside me. As I whine my protest, his other hand moves between my spread legs to tickle my flushed pussy lips and then my aching clit. When my tingling nub twitches at his touch, so does my anus, around the embedded plug.

“No,” I keen. No, this is too strange. No, I don’t…don’t want to like this.

He draws me back, so that I’m on my knees, leaning against his chest. His hard-on, pressed between my ass cheeks, pushes against the plug, while he reaches around with both hands to play with my needy pussy. “I’m not going to take no as a no, Emma. It’s something you’re going to need to say a lot this weekend as you fight yourself over what you really want. If you truly want me to stop, you have to use the safeword red. Say no all you want. Beg me to stop if you need to. Tell me you don’t want this, if it helps. But I will only relent if you use the safeword. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I rasp, horrified by my realization that I do want to beg and protest and plead with him to stop. But I don’t want to use the safeword. Because I don’t really want him to stop, yet.

“Good,” he breathes into my ear, and both of his hands go to work ruthlessly prodding and stroking and pinching at my pussy and my clit. I slide my hands over his and look down at his wet fingers. Even more than the sight of Jay’s hands working at my cunt, even more than the feeling of his fingers exploring and penetrating and toying with me, the sound of his heavy breathing in my ear inflames me.

One hand leaves my slit and pulls at one cheek of my ass, spreading me so Jay’s hard-on can press more firmly, more deeply, against the butt plug. He bounces his hips, not fucking me but making the plug do it. At that exact moment, he begins making tight, furious circles over and around my clit with the pads of two fingers.

When I squeal, Jay grates into my ear, “Don’t come, Emma, not without my permission. This weekend you are my slave. I give, and you take, but only when I say you can.” He jabs his hips forward, making the plug stab sharply inside my ass, then holds the position. “I know what you need, and I’ll give it to you if you let me.”

Suspended in a long, breathless moment, between the discomfort of the peculiar pressure in my ass and the bliss radiating from my clit, I face another sudden, harsh realization. I didn’t play the submissive with Robert because he liked it. I did it because I liked it, because I needed it, after Jay.

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