A/N: this is the sequel to "Control" and the second in a five-part series. I own the copyright, but grant Literotica (and everyone else) a non-exclusive license to publish the work. I reworked this story a while after publication, but I'm still not entirely happy with it and I understand why it's the least popular instalment in the series.
It was a week since Ella and Tim had first hooked up. Ella had been distracted at work, her mind constantly drifting to her new beau. If it had been up to Ella, they'd have slept together every night. Instead, they'd met up after work to flirt, but Tim had declined her offers to come into her houseshare after walking her home. They'd been almost inseparable over the weekend... almost. Tim had taken Ella out to a theatre in the West End on Saturday night, where they'd had front-row seats. On Sunday they'd gone to dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant near the top of the Shard. Both nights, Tim had again walked Ella back to her place and left her to sleep in her own bed in order to create a greater sense of anticipation. She had masturbated furiously before bed to satiate her growing lust.
Finally, after six lonely nights apart, Tim invited her back into his sanctum on Monday. Ella was dying for him to fuck her brains out again. Tim showed her to his bedroom and opened his wardrobe full of BDSM implements. He picked out a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs, and -- Ella's heart skipped a beat -- a balanced nylon flogger.
"Take off your clothes," Tim commanded. Ella stripped methodically, keeping her eyes locked on Tim's as she dropped her dress, her camisole, her favourite black lace bra, and finally, her matching set of panties.
"Lie down on the bed," Tim instructed. Ella obeyed. Tim strung the chain of the cuffs through the reinforced steel bars of the headboard, and bound Ella's wrists together above her head, reminding her not to struggle, lest the cuffs dig too far into her wrists. He then blindfolded Ella, cutting off her sight. She delighted in the light touch of Tim's fingers as he ran them across her nipples, down her stomach, and over her labia.
"Please don't be gentle," Ella said. "Hurt me. Degrade me. Humiliate me."
Tim stopped short. That had been his intention, of course, within consent. That being said, Ella was still a novice sub, and it showed. Her requests were made too assertively for Tim's liking. Her mistake was understandable, but it had presented a good opportunity for him to assert his dominance.
"Ella, you aren't speaking to me with proper respect," he said. "When you want to make a positive request in the bedroom, call me master or sir. Do you want to try that again?"
Ella's voice quavered. "Please hurt me, sir, I am yours. Punish me, please, I deserve to be degraded and humiliated for my lack of respect, sir."
Tim smirked. He picked up a thin bamboo cane he'd left leaning against the wall. He loved the sight and sound of the cane colliding with a supple pair of buttcheeks, but he knew he had responsibilities towards Ella as her Dom, and he had to be careful not to do any lasting damage to her. She was such a beautiful creature. He watched the deep rise and fall of her chest as she tried to control her breathing, and had an idea.
Tim brought the cane down carefully on Ella's breasts, enjoying the way they shook at the collision. Ella cried out, but didn't use their safe word. After delivering another stroke across her petite, perfectly formed breasts, Tim restrained himself. He decided to try verbal degradation.
"You're such a pathetic, dirty slut, aren't you, Ella?" he said, watching every tiny twitch of her facial muscles, even with the blindfold obscuring her eyes. He knew the ones that indicated lust, and fear, and excitement, and anticipation, having grown accustomed to reading the facial expressions of blindfolded women.
"Yes, Master," she replied.
Switching things up, Tim brushed the tip of the cane lightly across Ella's clit. She gasped. Tim knew she wouldn't have expected that the cane could be used for anything other than inflicting pain. He teased her with the tip of the cane, making the faintest possible contact with her clitoris. Ella spasmed with pleasure, writhing erotically despite her restraints, overwhelmed by anticipation.
"It's so good to see you chained up and helpless, like the worthless whore you are," he said. His voice was caustic. This was exactly what she had always craved. "Get on your knees. I'm going to show you what the flogger can do."
Ella twisted around in compliance, her arms crossing over as the cuffs restrained her. Every sinew of her was stretched taut. Tim put down the cane and picked up his flogger. Despite his tough talk, he didn't want to seriously hurt Ella. He spun the flogger, causing the falls to audibly whip through the air, and slowly brought it closer to Ella's backside, sure that she would be able to feel the displaced air brushing against her tender flesh. Tim really did need to exercise his full control, now. He knew the importance of keeping a sub safe when introducing her to floggers, which were a step up from canes and paddles. Flicking his wrist, he cracked the strands of the flogger against the air, before lightly striking her buttocks. Ella gasped, but didn't even think about using the safe word. Another blow fell upon her, and another. Tim had his left hand resting on her coccyx, shielding it from any stray strands of the whip. Every fibre of her being was enthralled by the sensations ravaging her. Tim made her feel as if she were suspended between ecstasy and agony. Oh, how she loved being at his mercy. She tried to take a moment to relish that delightful limbo. It was no use. The combination of pain and pleasure had boiled up to fever pitch inside her. She yearned for release.
Four lashes was more than enough. Tim got behind Ella and slipped his throbbing erection into her tight, wet entrance. Ella groaned as she felt him fill her up. He began to thrust rhythmically into her. Tim gripped her hips, his fingers digging roughly into her tender flesh as he pounded her.
"Do you like this, you little whore?" Tim hissed. "You like being chained up and used like a bitch?"
Ella could feel the blood flowing in her arteries. "I do, sir," she admitted. "I love being your helpless plaything."
Those words drove Tim on. He might have been the Dom, he might enjoy feeing like he was in control, but Ella exerted her own power over him, able to drive him onwards with a few careful words. Ella was building towards orgasm with each powerful thrust. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face. Tim's thumb circled her clit with just enough pressure to move her right up to her orgasm.
"Come for me, you filthy slut," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
They both climaxed, messily. Tim shot his load inside Ella. Her vagina contracted tightly around his member. She felt the hot liquid of his seed spilling inside her. They cried out in unison.
They collapsed onto the bed. Tim uncuffed Ella and pulled off her blindfold. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him tightly, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace. Ella nestled her head against his chest. She felt like she had stepped out of a grainy black and white picture into a world of glorious technicolour. Tim had snapped her out of her measly existence and shown her life in 60fps 4k.
"Tim," she said, "that was amazing. I loved not knowing what you were going to do next, and when you degraded me, and... well, everything." Ella was having some trouble thinking straight. She wasn't sure the blood had all returned from her crotch to her brain yet. "Could you... Master, could you try to keep degrading me, even now?" Ella asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Grinning broadly, Tim got up and returned to his wardrobe of bondage delights. Ella watched his defined butt as he rummaged through the wardrobe. Eventually he pulled out a pair of leather cuffs, a chain, and a dog collar that Ella was pretty sure was genuinely designed for dogs, it was so simple.
Tim bound her wrists together with the leather cuffs, leaving her vulnerable... but also aroused. He then fastened the collar around her neck, and attached the other end of the chain to the headboard. The collar was not tight enough to be restrictive, but she did feel its presence at all times, it wasn't a glorified necklace. Tim savoured her beauty. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and took a few photos of her.
"These should sell for a few hundred," Tim said. "I could set you up an OnlyFans. Or I could just post them straight on LinkedIn?" Tim teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Ella's eyes widened. She tried to suppress a smile, but failed miserably. "Fine, sir," she agreed. Breaking that taboo thrilled her. Ella wasn't sure if he was serious. The idea excited her, but she supposed it shouldn't.
His refractory period over, Tim mounted Ella and fucked her missionary style. Ella looked up at Tim with adoration. Tim grinned. He watched her pleasure build as her fucked her. He noticed her eyes begin to glaze over, so he abruptly pulled out. Tim unchained her from the bed, and yanked her up by the collar.
"Kneel before me, you filthy thing," he growled. He was starting to run out of stock phrases. Verbal degradation had never been one of his strengths.
Ella dropped to her knees. She lowered her head in submission, her eyes cast downward.
"Look at me," Tim commanded. Ella made eye contact. He had such beautiful, steel-blue eyes. She leaned forward and licked his throbbing manhood, swirling her tongue around the tip. Tim groaned, urging her to take him deeper into her mouth. Ella did. Tim could feel his orgasm building rapidly.
After Ella obediently swallowed his load, Tim ordered her back onto the bed and practically devoured her clitoris, his tongue spelling out his name on her sensitive nub. A swipe up, followed by one from side-to-side; a swirl around the perimeter of her clitoral hood; a jagged zig-zag. Ella came soon enough, and begged Tim for mercy, subtly using their safe word to bring their encounter to an end.
They cuddled in bed, Ella feeling safe and secure in Tim's strong embrace. She traced her fingers over his defined biceps as he ran his hands through her hair.
Tim, for his part, could feel love stirring in his heart. It wasn't something he was used to feeling. Even his ex-girlfriend Clarissa hadn't made him feel this way. Before Ella, only one woman had, and they'd been sexually incompatible. He took a good look at the woman in his arms, and had an idea.
"Ella," he said, broaching the subject carefully, "what would you say to being dominated by two people at once?"
Relaxed on a green leather seat in a high-end bar near her house, Nina sipped her neat whisky as Tim sat down with a cocktail for Ella and his own glass of brown. She was intensely interested in getting involved with these two beautiful people. She saw the pathetically lovestruck way they looked at each other. Every glance made one or both of them break out into toothy smiles. It was touching, she supposed, but damn, they were going to love how she shook them up.
Tim cleared his throat. "So, do you want to join us?" he asked, looking into Nina's eyes. Nina smirked. Of course she wanted to join Tim. They'd briefly dated years earlier, driven by mutual sexual attraction, but had amicably broken things off when they discovered that they were both hard doms. Ella's presence created an opening for Nina to get closer to her handsome friend and his new stunning girlfriend.
