Please Be My Dom Pt 02

I walk past Peter the doorman with a confidence that hides the racing in my chest. Confidence, sometimes delusional confidence, is what this city runs on, and here again, it works.

At least so far.

I step quickly into the elevator and punch the door close button, mentally apologizing to Peter for evading him. I distract myself from my possibly foolish decision by breathing into my mask, checking how much my breath smells like wine.

Some. Not enough to be gross.

The elevator door dings open at the 14th floor, and I automatically step out, my feet leading me to a boring beige door that promises so much pleasure.

My knuckles hit the door hard - loud, obnoxious, to make sure I can't change my mind.

A few seconds go by, I consider leaving when the door swings open.

"Nyra?"

Matt. He's maskless with a faint almost invisible five o'clock shadow, holding a dark colored drink in his hand. With his tie loosened, formal shirt sleeves rolled up, he would look absolutely delicious except for his frown. And that drink could mean company. Fuck.

"Hi."

"What are you doing here?"

How do I tell a guy that I'm here at his doorstep, tipsy and thirsty, after people flirted with me at a bar and all I could think of was... him? I decide to go with logistics.

"I was out with friends and going back home and the local changed to express, so..."

"So you wanted to see if I'd be up for a booty call?" He laughs, leaning against the door frame, still not letting me in.

His dated phrase makes me smile, softens my nerves.

"It wasn't the most thought out plan, but that approach worked pretty well last time."

He steps into the hallway and I'm flooded with disappointment when he pulls the door shut behind him.

As I try escape with words that salvage my pride, he moves towards me, standing so close I can smell him. The bourbon, his cologne, my horniness, and the door shut on anticipated sex are a heady and confusing combination, and just when I think he can't torture me anymore, he gently touches my earlobe.

"Don't insult me, Nyra. I was very thoughtful with you," he whispers into my ear.

He delicately takes the mask off my face before pushing it into my front pant pocket, letting his fingers linger, grazing my hip bone through the thin pocket lining. How does he make the smallest gesture erotic?

"Are we using the same rules, pet?" he asks.

I smile when I hear the endearment, more certain my night will not involve a vibrator.

"Yes."

"Yes what, Nyra?"he asks, his voice sharper.

My heart speeds up again. Fuck yes.

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. No add ons, pet?"

"No sir."

"Exhibitionism okay?"

A very strange question, considering the man had placed me in his window like a Christmas tree the last time.

"What do you mean exactly, sir?"

When I look up, I catch his pale blue eyes watch me intently.

"Can other people see you?"

My nipples harden at the memory of cool glass, at the thrill of the possibly being watched then, and maybe now.

"Yes sir, I think so. But no documentation, no photos or videos of me."

"Of course, pet," he whispers, with a smile.

He pulls me close and kisses me with a possessiveness that drowns. My body automatically arches to follow his shape, to take what he gave me only at the end. As his hands caress my ass, arousal drips into my panties and before I can really savor him, he breaks it off.

"You need to know I have work friends in there. And a work meeting in..." He looks at his watch. "... about 70 minutes, so we won't have much time."

"What?" Anger, embarrassment, and arousal flash through me.

"You came here unannounced," he says calmly, firmly.

Fair enough, the weights of the emotions change, my anger softening.

"You can go home. Or we can set some more rules, see if this could still be fun."

Fuck. I'd never had sex in front of anyone before. I feel torn, and he's standing so close I can feel his arm hair against my skin.

I want more.

"What do they know about me?" My voice is soft, hinting at my conflict.

"Nothing yet, pet," he whispers. "If you want to stay, what would make you comfortable, Nyra?"

His question reminds me of all the mutual pleasure we had, the rules that took us from a grimy subway platform to his 14th floor apartment window. I'd never gone home with a stranger before either.

My pussy aches, feeling ready to be fucked, and so I say, "No name calling. And they can look, but can't touch me. Not this time."

"This time? I like that," he murmurs, as he cups my ass. "And remember, we have the traffic system. Would you be comfortable with them watching everything we did last time?"

His eyes gleam as he lists things out, and with each item, his hand slides closer to my pussy. I moan, my body wanting to submit before we've figured it out.

"No cleaning," I say, needing to move away from the domestic, concerned he'll get annoyed at the restrictions. And I don't want them to know my name. But yes to everything else... sir."

When I look up, I see his lust, his desire and when he sees me seeing, he smiles.

"Not even their jizz?"

"No, sir."

"Okay, now close your eyes, Nyra."

I hear movement, his hands touch my face and soft narrow cloth wraps around my eyes, turning everything dark.

_ _ _

I almost curse as my foot trips over the carpet, letting me know I'm moving from hard floor to softness. The blindfold, which I assume is Matt's tie, based on the way its length caresses my back is doing it's job well. Too well.

The low buzz of the tv turned off as soon as I had entered the apartment, and now I wait in the silence for my orders, taking in the pitch dark in front of me, the smell of baked savoriness, the soft occasional creak of furniture on the floor.

A few phones buzz to life with notifications.

"Just letting them know the rules, pet. Drop your coat to your right and take 2 more."

His tone is firm but subtly softer than last time, maybe to avoid spooking me. Even with my eyes closed, I feel gazes on me. I imagine Matt's eyes, pale and rimmed with sparse blonde lashes savoring me with his buddies and my breath gets more ragged.

"Strip for us, pet."

I begin with my shirt, and just as I open my mouth to ask a question, a whistle drowns me out. Goosebumps cover my skin as someone else joins in, and wetness drips into my panties involuntarily. I wait, holding my shirt in my hand, grateful that they can't see all the ways my body is responding to them.

Matt's voice, filled with amusement and maybe even pride, cuts in.

"Calm down.. calm down... you looked like you were going to say something, pet."

"Do you want me to fold my clothes again, sir?"

"What do you think, guys?"

I hear a couple of murmurs.

"Yes let's do it, pet."

And for the second time this week, I kneel in Matt's apartment except this time the soft pile of the carpet meets my knees instead of the cool stone floor.

With each item of clothing I take off, I hear at least one whistle, and my body gushes more. Finally, just as I'm about to take my damp panties off, Matt stops me.

"Spin for us, pet."

When I rotate, I feel the soft ends of his tie lift before caressing my bare skin. Blindfolded, every sense feels magnified - the sound of the his voice, the melding of colognes, the softness beneath my feet, the wet between my legs.

"Beautiful, now turn around and get on your knees, pet."

I drop to my knees gingerly and turn, knowing that I must be facing away from the audience.

I smell Matt's cologne first before his cold fingertips press against my scalp as he gently pushes my head down and maneuvers my ass up, mimicking what I'd voluntarily initiated myself during our first time. A beautiful display of my ass for everyone to see.

"This is more tame, pet," he says, as his fingers run over my ass cheeks. "Do you remember what color they are?"

Blood rushes to my face for multiple reasons as I say, muffled into the carpet, "Light grey, sir."

Light fucking grey fucking cotton panties with lace. Not the worst, but close.

"Not as exciting as before. Tell my friends what you wore last time," he says, as his hands caress my cheeks with more intensity.

"I wore red panties, sir."

A soft slap stings my left cheek.

"What else?"

"With crotchless pantyhose, sir."

A deep velvety voice steps in, "Bet you couldn't see how soaked she was in the red though."

Chuckles fill the room and Matt's fingers slip into the gusset of my panties, just in time to feel more dribble out of me.

"You like this, pet," he says as he pulls his fingers out. Fingers thrust into my mouth and I lick the sweet off him. He pulls out, leaving my lips bare and his muffled footsteps let me know he's walking away. The smell of the carpet, detergent with a bit of dust makes my nose tickle.

The creak of wooden floors turn to soft treads and that's how I know he's back.

"I'll be cutting these off, pet."

I tilt my hips towards him, wanting him to take them off me. The grey I will happily trash.

Cold metal draws a line up my left ass cheek as he saws the scissors through my panties. He mirrors the same motion on my right, cold metal on skin, and as the scissors slice through the last of the lace, they fall to the ground.

"Beautiful, pet - just look at her," he croons, rubbing his hands over my ass. His fingers knead my muscles before exploring my labia, opening them up.

"Here's your reward for coming in to play."

With my eyes closed and with an audience, I feel particularly vulnerable, unsure of what he has planned, expecting to be spanked, which I deserve. Which maybe I was even asking for, by showing up unannounced.

Matt grabs my knees and he slowly widens them, kissing my thigh from knee upward. I feel wetness dripping out of me, letting everyone know how I feel.

"Making such a mess, pet," he says, rubbing his hands against my ass cheeks, leaving strands of wetness on me. The last time he caressed my ass this way, I got my first spanking from him.

I arch my back, waiting, when his face presses against my asscheeks as his tongue slides from clit into my pussy.

Fuck me.

He's eating me out in front of his people and that turns me on so much.

He slips between my labia, presses into my clit gently, before moving back into my cunt. Over and over. And over.

I groan, my fingers lacing through the soft shag of carpet, as I tilt my hips towards him, craving more.

"Stay still, pet," he says, placing weight onto my hips.

I try focus on the carpet texture, as he pushes me closer to orgasm. He picks up the pace, taking me close to the edge and just when I feel close to cumming, he slows down.

"Please," I beg, letting the word land heavy.

"Please what?" He says, placing his fingertip right at my entrance.

"Please let me cum," my voice goes throaty, desperate.

"Not yet, pet."

He goes back to eating me out, his tongue pushing deeper into me, as his hands caress my legs, leaving trails of goosebumps.

"Please, sir, can I at least touch my clit? I feel so horny."

"Your clit only and no cumming." His hands and his face leave my body, and I take over, moving pussy juice over my clit and rubbing carefully enough to heighten, but not overwhelm.

"Turn around for us - 180 degrees, pet."

I gingerly pivot on my knees towards his voice, facing him and the couch. I swear softly as my foot briefly hits my discarded boot.

"Such a dirty mouth, pet."

"I'm sorry, sir."

I hear a belt clanking open, and a rip of a condom wrapper.

"Now for your punishment for coming here without being asked."

Soft feet on the carpet let me know he's moved behind me.

"Do you like knowing they can see you, pet?" He asks, as he caresses my hips and my ass.

"Yes, sir," I say as markers of embarrassment and arousal leave both my lips.

"Such a horny slut," he says, as he slaps my left cheek with a cupped palm. I yelp, his words and perfectly delivered pain pushing me over the edge. An orgasm explodes through me, and my arms give out from under.

"I didn't say you could do that, pet," he says. He grabs me roughly by the waist and props me up, before pushing his cock into me. I moan, feeling my pulsing muscles resist his girth so he waits until they relax around him.

"You're so aroused, pet. Did you plan this visit?," he asks, as he slowly moves in and out of me. The pace is tantalizing, almost enraging, making me want more than he's giving. I groan, resisting the urge to ride him hard.

"Answer me, pet," he adds roughly, spanking me once more, highlighting the fullness of his cock in me and I love it.

"No, sir, I didn't."

Two rapid slaps against my left cheek, the build up clear.

"Where were you before you came here, in your grey panties?" His hands move up caressing my tits, pulling gently on my nipples, and his pace slows even more.

I moan, tilting my hips towards him, and the longer end of the tie caresses my ass crack. I groan, wanting more. More touch, more pleasure, more punishment. More cock.

"At a bar, sir."

Two hits across my right cheek, less loud than the first but with more sting.

"I'm not asking for the twitter version. What made you come over?"

He's stopped moving and I want to cry from his torture.

"I wanted you, sir."

He pulls on a nipple before slowly running his fingers further down my breast, down my stomach. He slaps my clit very gently, and I groan at the impact.

"I wanted your cock in my pussy, sir, and I wanted to suck your cock, and be fucked by you," my voice breaks, with arousal and frustration.

4 rapid slaps across my ass and he pulls out.

"Please," I beg, tilting my hips up towards him.

"Open your mouth," he orders, and I do.

His cock goes deep into my mouth and I quickly move into an upright kneeling position, opening my jaw and throat up for him.

He moves fast and quick, hand gripping the back of my head, as he pushes in and pulls out almost completely before filling me up again.

"You can come whenever you want, pet - play with your clit."

With permission, my fingers find my clit, slippery with my juices as Matt continues to mouth fuck me, now staying deep, moving out only a little so my mouth feels mostly full.

Matt begins to lose control, his care loosening slightly as his hands tightens around my head as he cums. The force of his contained orgasm makes me gag on the now filling condom, and I pull away, planting myself onto the carpet, still blindfolded, disoriented but so aroused.

"Can I finger myself, sir?" I ask, fingers still on clit, working myself into an arc so familiar and tantalizing.

"Sure, pet," The slight faraway tone signaling the change - do all men sounds the same post orgasm?

I lie on the carpet, and fuck myself with two fingers, moans escaping my lips. I hear movement around me and that's when I realize my audience might also be masturbating, getting aroused without the touch of someone else.

I push another finger into me and turn onto my belly, loving the feel of the carpet against my tits, against my belly. I'm getting closer and closer to cumming but not quite. I want dick, I realize, I want body against body, sandwiched between the ground and muscle.

"Can you fuck me, sir?" I ask tentatively.

"How much time do we have?" he asks, and I'm confused until I remember that we're on a timeline.

"15 minutes before the zoom call, Matt," someone says.

I groan, concerned it may not be enough.

"You're greedy for some cock, aren't you pet?" Matt asks rhetorically, the haze in his voice lifting.

"Yes, sir," I whisper in embarrassment.

His hands caress my bare ass and I hear another condom wrapper being torn. I gush more around my fingers.

"Stand up, pet."

I gingerly get up, wondering what he has planned for the last 15 minutes of our fuck.

He grabs my free hand and walks me in a particular distance. Footsteps follow, and I think I count two or three people. At first I'm unsure where I'm being led, until I notice the temperature get colder with each step.

The loose ends of his tie that caressed the small of my back now wrap around my mouth and I feel my face get ensconced in narrow fabric.

"To protect your memorable face from strangers. Or at least strangers outside this house. Spread your legs, pet."

As I spread my legs and arch my back, my nipples pucker even more from cold and arousal. I'm back by the window, where I'm supposed to be.

He slides in, roughly holding my waist. I moan loudly with each thrust, all of his gentleness and adjustment for my audience disappearing in his arousal. I pound back with a vengeance, riding up and down while I play with my clit. I do not ask, and as punishment he slaps my asscheek hard.

An alarm goes off somewhere and Matt's hand moves up to my collarbone, mimicking a very light version of choking.

"Come for me, pet," he whispers.

As I shudder over his cock, my mouth opens and my tongue tastes the texture of his tie. He erupts within me and I lean back into him, my breaths as heavy as his.

Time slows down, as I feel his chest heaving under my back. His hands caress my shoulders mindlessly and I feel another mini orgasm grow.

Someone breaks the silence, saying, "it's time. We got 2 minutes."

"Start without me - buy me some time. I'll join you in a second."

I hear footsteps and the door close.

I wait in the dark, hopeful and anxious, unsure what's next.

Matt's fingers graze my head and he unknots the tie.

"Untie yourself, pet."

I feel the soft fabric and begin unwinding, each loop loosening and dropping to my neck. When I open my eyes, I blink as I adjust to the light, the stimuli.

Matt stands in front of me, buttoning up his shirt. His focus feels divided, for the first time. His boxers are on and I can't seem to spot his trousers. My clothes are on a table by the corner, neatly folded.

Who had time to do that?

I wait, taking him in as he buttons himself up.

"Bend over the bed."

I rest my palms on the bed as I bend over, realizing this is the first time I've touched his sheets. Kitchen floor, carpet, hell, even window, but never his sheets.

I look up to see myself reflected back - of course he has a mirror near the bed. I look beautifully fucked, hair standing upwards.

Matt positions himself behind me and starts to caress my ass.

"I love some surprises, Nyra. Your red underwear was a good one." I turn, smiling up at him as he reaches for the tie draped across my neck.

"But no more unannounced visits."

He whips the tie across my ass so quickly, I'm caught off guard and yelp. He forces my jaw upfront, so I can see us in the mirror.

"Stay quiet, Nyra."

"Yes, sir," I say, as I take in his reflection.

He's a sight, so focused and intense, and I arch my back out of arousal, giving him better access and us a better view.

"Always."

I bite my lower lip, as another part of my asscheek awakens.

"Text."

Whip.

I groan, my arms feeling weak from containing my arousal, containing the pain.

"First."

Whip.

That familiar feel of pussy juice dripping down my thigh. His fingers trace my labia before pushing into me.

"Come once more if you can, pet."

I ride his hand hard, using his command as permission to touch my clit. I feel the arc, the tightening of my abs, of my pelvis, and my body bursts into pleasure.

I collapse onto the bed, exhausted both physically and emotionally from the evening.

I hear rummaging in a drawer and I feel ready to say yellow, to pause.

"I need to go, Nyra. Here's something for you."

I turn over, facing Matt, whose expression is softer than before. He traces my jaw before pushing his fingers into my mouth. I suck myself off him, cleaning him off.

"After you shower, blindfold yourself, and knock on the door. I'll let you out if I'm free."