Domination and Submission Role Play
"The Lawyer," a Licorice Whips Sex Story by Kay Jaybee
The furniture had been moved.
“Pull down your trousers and boxers and get on your hands and knees.”
Dressed in a pinstriped mini-dress, Jade looked as if she’d just walked off the set of a porn film. I’d never seen her like this before, and couldn’t help but hesitate. Was she serious?
“I’m only going to say it one more time.”
One hand was on her hip; the other held a long, wooden ruler. Jade spoke with a determined edge to her voice: “On your hands and knees, trousers down.”
Pinstripe, by Ray Leaning (prints available at ObsessionArt.com)
This time, I obeyed, my fingers fumbling a little over my belt, confused at the unprecedented change in our usual roles as I slipped my jeans and underwear to my ankles.
She walked around me in a slow, deliberate circle, the ruler tapping against a stockinged thigh. She spoke as though she were a lawyer. “I have been instructed by my client to address many issues with you. First, that on your last visit to these premises, you wilfully and savagely brought her to a mind blowing climax by ripping the clothes from her body.”
The ruler smacked hard against my right butt cheek, and despite the fact that I’d known it was coming, I yelped with pain.
Her circling began again. “Second, that on the previous occasion, you pushed my client against the wall, and felt her up with such precision, that she came there and then in a fast, heady rush.”
The ruler landed on my left side, ricocheting off my tensed cheek, while I wallowed in the delicious memories Jade was stirring within me.
“Third, that you frequently, and wilfully, have fixed a gloriously kinky image in her head of you watching her getting fucked by another woman, while you wank over their writhing bodies.”
The whack was harder this time, and I had to bite my lips against the growing sting. Jade’s business-like tone continued. “That the thought of your body, so frequently hidden beneath your work clothes, sends shivers of lust down her spine, which necessitates her frequently bringing herself off, secretly and alone.’
The wood struck me twice more, with increasing force, driving my voice into a howl.
Dropping the ruler, Jade crouched before me, lifting my head up by the hair. “And, boy, I can see why.” Bringing her mouth to mine, Jade kissed me hard, passionately, as if she truly was a stranger visiting my lips for the first time. “Sit up.”
I sat on the rough carpet, my eyes gliding over her tightly encased breasts. Jade pulled my trousers from my legs, yanked my t-shirt off, and ran her hands across my chest, lightly scratching me with her sharp fingernails.
Wordlessly, Jade pointed to a dining room chair she’d bought into the room. Naked, I went to the chair, feeling the cool leather against my skin. My lover knelt before me and, in a torturously slow move, engulfed my cock in her mouth.
Jade manoeuvered her tongue around my length and I leaned forward, pushing a hand down the front of her dress, discovering her bra-less tits. My dick gave an involuntary kick against her lips as a nipple poked against my searching fingers.
The pseudo-lawyer pulled back, a stern look on her face. “It seems you wish to add to your catalogue of crimes.”
I marveled at how cool Jade was, how well she was keeping in character, yet I understood all to well what she was asking me to do.
Standing abruptly, I picked her up and threw her against the sofa, making her gasp in surprise. Grabbing both her feet, I pushed her legs up at the knee, opening them wide, shoving her as far back as she could go, almost folding her in half. My pulse hammered in my ears as I looked at her, my bad girl: no knickers, disheveled hair, eyes shining with lust.
Staring directly at her, I said, “So, would your client allow this?” Crouching down, with a long, languid lick, I tasted her slick juice, enjoying the deep sigh that escaped from her moist lips. The balance of power was shifting back, and I felt the heady rush of dominance as the creature before me quivered beneath my mouth.
She was relaxing, the tension of pretence after the uncharacteristic administration of my chastisement ebbing away. Taking two fingers, I pushed them up inside her while I nipped her clit between my teeth. Jade’s groan of pleasure was my signal to act, and continuing to pump my fingers against her rising hips, I leaned forward and slapped her face. Hard.
Jade didn’t flinch. She didn’t protest. She just kept looking at me, and I knew she wanted me to do it again. I obliged, her eyes blazing deeper with every strike, my brain whirling with the never-ending surprise I felt by how rough she liked me to be, by how much this woman liked me to physically hurt her.
Withdrawing my fingers, I drew back and yanked Jade’s outfit from her body. Taking a second to rove my eyes over her naked form, I grasped Jade’s feet again and dragged her arse to the very edge of the sofa. Then, without ceremony, I impaled her, and was instantly rewarded with a guttural sigh of relief.
My hands found her nipples, and I pinched and kneaded them until Jade yelped. Stepping up the pace, I spanked her tits. The sound of my palms hitting her vulnerable flesh drove me on, as did the expression on Jade’s face. I smacked her tender chest again and again, until my palm stung, and her normally light beige skin shone bruised a deep red. Still, Jade didn’t plead with me to stop, but simply clawed at my body, digging her nails into me as I continued my assault against her willing flesh.
Slipping one hand between Jade’s legs, I played her slick nub between my fingers. In seconds, her back was arching off the sofa, and I could feel her pussy twitch against my cock as she came, a silent scream bitten behind her clamped lips, her blue eyes shining devilment as, for a split-second Jade slumped back, exhausted—but only for a second.
Abruptly, Jade sat bolt upright, pushed me off her lap, and with hands on hips, she was the lawyer again, regarding me dismissively, like I was the lowest of the low, a criminal awaiting sentence for the accusations laid against him.
As if the fuck we’d just shared had never happened, Jade spoke with quiet calm. “I have just had word from my client. It appears you have added to your ever growing list offences.”
I blinked, trying to resist the urge to pounce on her, to knock her to her knees and fuck her like a dog. My dick, so hard, was pointing at her, following her as she paced the room.
“You have, I hear, not only slapped my client about the face, but you made her come against your cock, making her temporarily lose control of herself. This...” Jade picked up my trousers and slid the belt from its holders, “...is a state of affairs that needs full and swift retribution.”
I swallowed hard as my girl strapped the belt around my wrists and pulled it tight. Robbed of the use of my hands, I felt more vulnerable than I could have imagined. Jade shoved me to my knees. With the flat of her hand in the middle of my bare back, Jade pushed me forward so my chest and trapped arms rested on the edge of her sofa.
“My client has instructed me that it is high time you were put in your place.” Jade’s hands ran over my bum. I tensed as a single finger strayed over my anus, “and she has kindly provided me with the equipment to do just that.”
A thick, black strap-on was suddenly dangling before my eyes. My throat instantly dried. She wasn’t going to...was she? A finger was one thing, but that...
The probing at my anus became more insistent, and I closed my eyes shut, trying to block out the size of the phallus I’d just seen. I heard the click of a belt clasp, and in my mind I could see Jade clearly, oozing power as the fake dick hung from her waist, I didn’t dare look round.
My stomach began to churn against the intrusion of the digit up my backside and I felt another hand slid between my legs. Holding my penis in her palm, Jade played it lightly between her fingers. Sweat broke out on the back of my neck.
A second finger joined the first, and my muscles tightened around her. Jade whispered in my ear, “I’d relax a bit if I were you, sweetie.”
I swallowed again, my throat getting drier by the second. An agile tongue trailed around my bent neck while her hands remained busy. I could feel myself swell in Jade’s hands, and knew I was dangerously close to spunking all over her sofa cushions.
Groaning softly, some of the tension within me dissipated, and my shoulders sagged a little. Jade’s deft hands took the last resistance from my body. Sensing my acceptance of the unaccustomed intrusion, Jade wasted no time, and the end of the dildo was notched swiftly in place.
Exhaling slowly, I concentrated on the hand around my cock as Jade gently eased the solid length of plastic into my arse. Perspiration spread across my chest and forehead as I was stretched wider than I’d ever been before. I cried out, unable to prevent my whimpers of discomfort, and yet it wasn’t really discomfort at all. It was a warm pain, a deep hidden agony, and I was shocked by how much I liked it. My cries changed to moans when Jade gripped my shaft tighter, and began pumping it back and forth in time to the thrusts of her belted dick.
Then she hit me, hard across my rump, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a howl of release, I let go all at once, coming in a rapid crash of sensations as Jade’s thighs thumped against me, her hair hanging over my back, her own mewls of climax echoing mine as her clit rubbed the back of the strap-on each time it rammed against my bruising flesh.
We didn’t move for a moment, catching our breath before Jade carefully pulled away, leaving me against the sofa, waiting for my head to stop spinning.
“I think my client will be satisfied with that punishment. You may go now.”
I turned to look at Jade. Her hands were back on her hips, the strap-on consigned to the floor, her eyes holding mine with challenging defiance.
I nodded, dressing quickly, and with an incline of my head, I left my pseudo-lawyer behind, my mind leaping ahead to all the things I would do to her in the coming weeks that would drive her to the point of revenge, so that Jade’s client would punish me again. As soon as possible.
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Copyright July 2010, Kay Jaybee
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