The Art of Domination by Ella Dominguez

on to my belly and start sobbing into the bed. No safewords. That’s what he said. No safewords. I would’ve screamed out red already, but he said no fucking safewords. Is this what he really likes? He leans down onto me and starts kissing my back and neck, and he leans into my ear.
    “You’re doing so well, Isa. Just a little more , my love.”
    No. I can’t.  I can’t.
    He gets up off the bed and I think he’s done, but to my horror he comes back with the whip. No. I can’t take anymore. Please…
    H e stands at the foot of the bed and starts whipping my back, ass and thighs, gently at first and harder with each subsequent snap.
    Jolts of pain and electricity surge throughout my body and I float out of myself and watch from above. Dylan looks beautiful punishing me. I look beautiful, too; much more beautiful than I thought I ever would. I’m being such a good girl for him. He loves me. I know he does. He doesn’t look cruel; he looks peaceful while he does this. He looks content and satisfied. Yes – I want him to be content and satisfied. I can do this for him. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t enjoy this. Yes. I enjoy it . More than that – I love it .
    As he continues to bring the whip across my ass, it happens without warning – I cum. I scream out and my body goes into post orgasmic convulsions.  Finally the whipping stops. When Dylan flips me over, he looks confused, but he’s smiling mischievously.
     

Chapter 9
Dylan
    Isa looks so fucking amazing right now. She’s just cum and I think it took her by surprise just as much as it did me. My perfect little angel likes pain.
    She looks as though she’s on the verge of passing out again so I quickly pick her up and take her to the restroom where I run a hot bath for the both of us. She’s still shivering from the outdoor escapade. She’s not saying a word and only looking at me intently. When the bath is ready, we both get in and the water feels spectacular. I’m cold as hell, too, and I pull Isa to me and we both warm up in the hot bathwater. She’s lying with her back to my chest and I hug her tightly.
    I must be the luckiest man in the world to have found someone so absolutely perfect for me.
    “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I ask her.
    “No. Tell me.”
    She knows, but I’ll tell her anyway because I know she likes to hear it. “I love you more than anyone else and more than anything in this world, Isa; more than life itself. We were made for each other. You’re totally perfect for me. Promise me that you’ll never leave me.” I didn’t mean for that last part to slip out and I wince at the desperation in my voice.
    She turns her head to the side and gazes at me dreamily. “I already did when I said I do. ”
    Yes, she did.
    When we’re done with our bath and dried off, I tuck Isa in and she’s asleep within a few minutes. I’m tired, too, but I have homework. I dig out my laptop and get online and immediately start searching BDSM forums and online personal ads for Doms seeking subs.
    This is such a bsolute fucking bullshit. I can’t believe I’m really doing this for Erika. What the fuck? I’ll do this for her and after this, I’m done with her for good. If she tries anymore crap, I’ll let my lawyers deal with her.
    That little voice in my head reminds me that I can always have her taken care of and removed from society p ermanently, but I push the thought out. As tempting as it is, I don’t want to risk ever being taken away from Isa.
    It’s well after 2 a.m. and I finally call it a night. It’s been one hell of a day. I snuggle up next to Isa, picturing how beautifu l she looked when I whipped and fucked her senseless.
    I wake up with the sun shining in my face. I look around and Isa is sitting at the desk in front of my laptop. She looks a combination of pissed and saddened. 
    “Is there s omething you want to tell me?” she asks when she sees I’m awake.
    “No. Why?” It’s way too early