Taming the Alter Ego (7 page)

At home, I stalled in putting away my bag and coat, giving Tom the opportunity to comply with my instructions without a reminder. Shrugging off his jacket as he silently ascended the stairs, he smoothly caught it and laid it over the railing on reaching the top.

After what seemed like several minutes, I slowly followed.

Halting in the doorway, I hid my elation at the sight of him lying supine, waiting for me and any action I chose to undertake.

“I left them for you,” he confirmed, referring to his underwear with a brief flick of his gaze.

“You’re too kind.” I smiled wickedly, my voice swollen with lust and sarcasm as I noted his clingy black shorts.

Defiantly holding my place between the light of the hallway and the darkened bedroom, I remained there for a moment, demonstrating my strength through my ability to resist him. The shift of his body made me advance, tickled by the impatient raise of his knee like he was preparing to stand.Unbuttoning my shirt regained his attention, making him still as I stopped at the foot of the bed. With every step, my heart pounded harder until I was sure he could hear it.

Loosening the last button, I shrugged off the cotton garment and let it fall to the floor. Seen by the light from the passageway, the glint in his eye was unmistakable and stopped me from continuing.

By getting him naked first, I could retain the upper hand.

Curling my fingers around his waistband, I scratched his skin in the process of dragging down his underwear. Despite the urgency that made adrenalin course through me and take control, I feigned patience. Dipping low, I positioned my mouth inches from his crotch as his cock leapt up from the garment I lowered.

The salty aroma of the pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock mingled with the hot scent rising from his skin, sweat mixed with tobacco and aftershave. Only needing to reach my tongue out to caress his swollen tip, his groan confirmed his awareness of the fact. His body became taut with anticipation.

Ever compliant, he dutifully lifted his bottom to assist me in getting him naked. Cock twitching as I retreated, Tom fixed his eyes on mine as I prepared to disrobe. Eye contact commenced a battle, an intense look in his eye despite his vulnerable state.

I knew it came from being able to watch me undress, his gaze patiently trained on me. I could have turned away, blindfolded him, somehow hidden my figure from his eager eyes, but it was unnecessary. Being able to hold his attention was sufficient to display the extent of my command over him.

His eyes told on his steady expression, darting between my face and body as if unable to remain still. Unable to look anywhere else, he was under my control.

Continuing to undress by moving to my smart, slim-line trousers, I removed every item of clothing deliberately slow, manipulating my body to give him the best view as I gradually revealed more.

My electrified skin registered every stroke as my clothing fell away, revealing my body to his hungry gaze.

Both naked, I reaffirmed my dominance by climbing onto the bed, straddling his body and crawling upwards until my pussy hovered over his face. His breath warmed the slick moisture coating my cleft as I taunted him, staying just out of his reach.

Clinging to the headboard, I engaged my muscles and looked down to watch his efforts, stretching his neck in an attempt to level his lips with my labia. Inches from his nose, my arousal would be evident to him as even I could detect my sweet aroma.

“How long have you wanted me?” I whispered, needing to make some effort to find my voice.

When no reply was immediately forthcoming, I assumed he hadn’t heard and was preparing to repeat my question when I felt a heavy flow of breath caress my wet cleft.

“From the first moment I saw you,” he finally admitted.

My heart pounded with a sudden burst of speed, beating as if it was fluttering against my ribcage as a contented smile curled my lips.

Despite his revelation, I needed more. I wanted to know that his pleasure was dependent on me and desperately wanted him to say it. My body was on fire, burning with the anticipation of hearing the confirmation from his mouth. “Did you dream about going down on me?”

Feeling him shift a little after a prolonged period of quiet, our respective deep breaths preventing complete silence, I looked at Tom. Angling my gaze down along my body, I found his already aimed at me, our eyes meeting in a focused meaningful look despite our eyes being heavy with lust.

“I’ve imagined it so many times,” Tom revealed, breaking our eye contact to look back at my body.

For a moment, he seemed mesmerized, his lips parted slightly like there were more words to follow. Pushing my knees deeper into the soft mattress as my frame stiffened, the action of moving away prompted him to complete his unfinished thought. “I’ve even been carrying your knickers around.”

Picturing him holding them to his face, inhaling on my scent, coupled with the look in his eyes affected me deeply. My muscles contracted, causing a wave of pressure to roll through me like a hot geyser. My clit bulged and the trickle increased, making me succumb and smother him.

My vulva immediately found his mouth before I tilted my pelvis, rocking against his lips and nose in a firm grind. From between his wide parted lips, his tongue swept around wildly, sending a tremor through me each time he made contact with my clit. Finally, pressing firmly to my sensitized bud, he made my body shake like I was wracked with convulsions. The motion of my hips made me pump harder against his face, using him for my gratification, perfect friction to my clit forming strands of euphoric bliss twisting inside me.

The tight pressure climbed inexplicably fast, flickering sparks gathering together to create a river of fire that crackled its way through my core. As the sensations bounced around like marbles in a pinball machine, I told myself to pull back because it was too soon to come. My body refused to cooperate with my brain, my labia remaining firmly pressed to his face, his vibrating hum too sensational to abandon. Perfectly attuned with the ideal pressure, it proved impossible to tear myself away. I came hard without warning, my body shuddering as my deep, throaty cry filled the room.

My muscles seized up, keeping me in a kneeled pose that Tom was forced to extricate himself from, hooking his hands over my thighs to slide out from beneath me, leaving me to collapse on the pillows.

I didn’t remain there for long. Tom’s firm grip clamped my hips and dragged me backwards, maneuvering my frame into a supine position before turning me over.

As he straddled me, I opened my eyes long enough to see his reddened face, glistening with my moisture. The sight made me smile through my deep breaths, my breasts heaving. The weight of his body shifted, letting me know his intention before I tasted myself on his mouth. Lying against me, his skin moist and warm, he tried to take advantage of my exhausted state.

For a moment, I let him get away with it, permitting his tongue to explore my mouth before sucking on it hard, making him groan. Taking back the upper hand whilst he was distracted by the flash of pain, I threw my hips upwards to throw him off me, scrambling to my knees to roll him over and sit on his stomach.

Panting heavily, he warmed my breasts as I leaned over him to retrieve the handcuffs I’d laid ready on the bedside table. “Were you trying to take charge, Tom?” I teased, my voice low and seductive.

My skill with the cold steel bracelets enabled me to keep hold of his wrists, securing him to the wrought-iron headboard with ease.

“Remember your place, pussy boy.” The aftershocks that reverberated through me seemed to create renewed energy, making me strong enough to keep him under my control.

“I will, Mistress.”

My body burned for him, my craving so strong that I could see myself riding him, but I wanted to punish him more.

Sliding off him, I laid on my side facing him, close enough to feel the heat from his damp skin without touching him. His swollen shaft pointed skyward, twitching with the slight touch of my fingers to the underside so that it nearly slapped his belly.

“Ready for me to fuck you, Tom?” As I spoke, I reached below his full sac to stroke his sensitive spot.

Emitting an unintelligible pitchy cry, Tom nodded before he found his voice. “Oh, God, yes.”

My vulva pulsed erratically, deep contracting with my desire to impale myself on his cock. “I told you greedy boys get punished, didn’t I?”

Turning away from him, I reached into the drawer of the beside cabinet.

“Have you ever had hot candle wax dripped on your cock?”

Tom exhaled with a hiss, writhing against his restraints as I rested a tapered white candle and lighter on his chest before tightly coiling my fingers around the base of his cock.

My core seemed filled with molten lava, desperate for escape despite my earlier climax. However, Lady Isis wanted him tamed, especially before he could get there first. His cock was there for the taking, twitching invitingly and eagerly, sensing my yearning to ride him hard and taunting me with it.

As I propped myself up on my elbow, I ran the fingernail of my forefinger the length of the ridge raised on the underside of his shaft. I gave him a fierce look that betrayed nothing of my true emotions, only demonstrating my disappointment with his failure to respond quickly enough. “Well?”

His chest heaved, rising and falling with a single heavy breath that made the items resting on his torso shift. The rush of air was loud enough to fill the room, patently sounding like frustration. “I want you to do what you please.”

Not missing a beat, I instantly flung myself up from my relaxed position to throw one leg over him and straddle his thighs and retort, “That wasn’t an answer to my question.” Emphasizing my demand for the correct response, I squeezed my thighs together to crush his between them. Glaring at him, I forced him to endure his dissatisfaction for longer, knowing his arousal would only deepen.

“I’m sorry, Lady Isis. No, I’ve never had wax dripped on me...on my cock.”

His words alongside the hangdog expression on his face softened my body and mind, allowing the release of the slightest smile.

I snatched up the candle and lighter with such speed that I left a faint scratch line on his skin, impatience needling me to a level that I could barely believe. I had never felt the emotion so strongly, but fought to prevent myself succumbing to it. My carefully chosen outfit began to feel as if it was growing smaller, tightening until they became restrictive and stifling.

His eyes blazed through the dim light of the room, a sign of his own restrained powerful feelings.

Staring hard into his eyes, I shuffled backwards to prepare for his torture, moving the candle to my left hand as my thumb hovered over the lighter’s wheel. Taking advantage, Tom lifted his hips and raised his cock as if presenting himself to me, a desperate demonstration of his desire without the need for words. I was pleased—I didn’t want him to taint the atmosphere.

I was thrilled by the thought that we both wanted the same thing—my complete control. I wanted to take charge of his pleasure as if it belonged to me.

The strike of the lighter flint sounded sharp in the room’s quiet atmosphere, the glow of the flame seeming to grow at a creeping pace in order to light the room. It highlighted the sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.

As I held the candle horizontally hovering in the air, it took a moment for me to realize that it was moving because my hand was shaking. Pent up desire raged inside me as it sought an outlet. After a minor struggle, I finally regained sufficient control to be able to make the flame and the candle’s wick meet.

I kept my eyes on him, watching his face as we both waited tensely for the wax to burn down and liquefy sufficiently to wet his skin.

In my peripheral vision, the candle was a blur, but I knew when my shaking hand shook a drop of wax free. Tom bucked like a startled horse the instant the hot wax slapped his skin, his rigid physique jumping in a concerted effort to unseat his rider. Ignoring his physical reaction, I watched the area that caused his disquiet, the oily globule instantly solidifying on falling through a patch of wispy dark hairs to the join of his cock and his body. A second bead of wax quickly followed the first, landing just above its twin though my hand hadn’t moved. .

It was impossible to determine where the third droplet of wax fell as he sprung up while it was still cutting through the air. Tom reached up and dislodged the candle from my grip with the back of his hand, the swift sharp movement of being knocked from my fingers extinguishing the flame.

I had no idea when he had loosened his binds, or how he had managed to do so without me realizing. I had no time to reach a conclusion before Tom pounced on me like a wild animal with no inclination to control its impulses. He easily shifted my body by dragging his legs out from beneath me with a single sweeping motion.

He maneuvered his frame into a kneeling position, matching the same pose that I scrambled to maintain.

My heart pounded erratically as he sought my mouth. Not immediately finding it, he drew wet kisses across my cheek in his search for my mouth.

His rapid rate of breathing matched the pounding of my heart.

Finally arriving at my lips, which remained silently eager, he kissed me hungrily. His hot, slick tongue flicked between my lips, snaking into my mouth as if it held the secret to everlasting life. Had I possessed such a power, he would have found it. My brain told me to resist, the thought manifesting like a persistent tapping. However, it wasn’t strong enough to resist Tom’s lure, my entire physical being failing to take heed of my mind and succumbing to temptation.

My form began to throb like a flashing beacon had been switched on somewhere deep inside me, preventing me from stopping him. It would have been so easy to disallow him from going further, but I didn’t.

I waited patiently as he tentatively reached around my waist, blindly feeling for the fastener of my skirt. I almost laughed when he quickly gave up to turn his attention to the hooks of my corset.