Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

Malcolm made a mental note to shoot Carl later as he talks about having Josephine stop. But then he could tell as another blast of the vibrator turned on, forcing her to relax again. He caught as her hand moved from his cock to between her legs. He could only imagine how wet she was at the moment. She was probably as wet as he was hard. As his cock popped out of her mouth, swinging against her cheek as she rested on his thigh, his breathing deep and ragged. She hadn't stopped as of yet, he wondered if the Prince would pull her off of him.
 
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The semicircular stairway to the basement ended with a large recreation room, dominated by a huge pool table, to the right, and a closed door to the left. Saving the playroom behind the latter for last, Ian turned to lead Constantine to the right when they heard a woman cry out with passion from behind the left-side door.

"That's Michele," Ian, from experience, whispered to Constantine. "I'd bet your dear Fruitloops must be nearby."
 
Immediately Constantine recognizes the sound. The daughter of his previous employer frequented every underground sex club and party she could. The girl would have to put on body makeup to hide the welts and bruises when she was with her father.

"I teenk eef I called Fruitloops 'my dear' she vould scream," he says, "Eet... intrigues me vhy she looks at me de vey she does." "Der moost be soome reason."

He looks at the closed door.

"Ees maid's room der or ees eet doongeon playroom?"

"De geerl I proteected een Russia vent to eveery seex cloob and party she could," he explains, "Dat ees de sound of geerl being vipped or soomteeng."
 
I pull my gaze away from the small tear that trickles down Michele’s cheek before the ones in my own eyes trickle down my cheek. I feel ashamed that I have become so weak since that horrific night, but the sounds of the leather whip slashing into Erica’s flesh, the sound of the chains clinking as she reacted to the cutting pain of the whip and the God awful screams from her still lurk in the shadows of my mind to this day. I know this is different in all aspects but the sounds are not.

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath to calm myself. I slowly exhale after a few moments and recompose myself to this day, to this moment with the woman whom has captured my heart in just matter of hours. It’s time that I pull myself together and find that strength that I once had. It’s time to be what Michele obviously needs.

I slowly turn back toward her and allow my gaze to travel over body before moving up to her face, to her gorgeous orbs. I reach out and brisk away the small path of wetness from her cheek. “No, I fear I need this but not in a sexual sense but a toughing up need. I’m tired of being weak.” I lean in and kiss her lips with several nibs before stepping back and with a new determination I bring the leather flat a little harder across her nipple and then without hesitation I engage the other one with a swat.

I allow the images that come to me to ignite the anger that I had that night of not being able to Erica as I rebound my wrist and with regard to Michele, I aim for the ampleness of her bosom instead of the nipples on this round of attacks. I start out with a medium strike and gradually get firmer with each strike.

After several strikes upon each breast I stop and allow Michele to catch her breath. I then reach down and take a hold of the floggers and proceed to swat the stocking covered flesh of her thighs. “So tell me love, is this getting you all hot and bothered?” I ask in a low, seductive tone of voice.
 
"So tell me, Love," Alyssa purrs between slaps of the lilac floggers across Michele's thighs. "Is this getting you all hot and bothered?"

Michele moans and nods in initial reply. The heat from the reddened skin of her breasts cannot compete with the burning desire in her loins. Now, more warmth rises from her whipped thighs. Among it all, however, like an agonizing frore numbness, her womanhood yearns for sensation.

"My pussy..." Michele pleads with a gasp. "Anything...."
 
My eyes travels down the petite frame of Michele, taking in and enjoying how her breasts heave with each deep breath she takes. I do take notice how swollen and red her nipples are and once again I feel the wave of wanting to stop and gasp her into a big hug, but instead I continue to flog her inner thigh. “Your pussy? Anything?” I mimic her words with a scoff. “Really, that is how your going to answer me?” I put a little more power behind the next flick of my wrist as I watch the flanges strike her inner thigh once more.

“But I must admit you have me intrigued? What about your pussy?” I ask looking down at it, then I glance over to the crop and almost faint from what popped into my mind. I shallow the lump that instantly formed in my throat and took in a deep breath of air once it went down. “Well?” I awaited an answer but already decided that no matter what she said, I was going to take the Crop to her pussy.

My little voice rang out in my mind that this was absurd and I should be making love to this woman instead of beating on her, but in my moment of craziness I respond to myself that I am making love to her for this is what she wants. I reach down and pick up the crop and glare at Michele with a forced smile upon my face…
 
"What about your pussy?" Alysa pressed icily. She had treated Michele far more harshly than Josephine could ever bring herself to do. Already, she had Michele on the masochistic high she had often tried to elicit from other lovers, but rarely achieved because of how they held back. Michele's desire doubled when Alysa again picked up the crop and sneered, "Well?"

"My pussy..." Michele croaked. Then, remembering how Alyssa had mocked her about how she'd answered before, she started over. "Ms. Winters, I have... have enjoyed and appreciated the attention you've given my breasts and thighs. But my pussy... my pussy aches for attention."
 
My God I’m making the woman whom cuddled me in my time of need talk to me as if I was above her station. I silently sigh with a bitter taste of what I have done and will be doing. I guess I have the right not to do this, but I owe her so much and if this is what she asks for in return, than who am I to say no. I walk back and forth in front of her, not looking at her at all. “So you pussy needs attention… Well, Hell so does mine!” I bark with that bitter taste in my mouth and a slight rolling of my eyes. I move in front of her, “So, I’m to please your pussy before mine gets pleased? Is this what your telling me?” I continue with the harsh treatment.

I don’t wait for her to reply as I take a step back, “Fine, you want you pussy to have some attention so be it.” I aim for the center of her pussy and let the crop fling between her legs and hope that my aim is as good with this crop as it is with my glock. The sound of the crop flaring across the space between us brings a stronger ache in the pit of my stomach, once again my mind falters to the past and I start to somewhat understand the horror that Erica went through in the hands of those pigs.

“Well, is this the attention you wanted!” as I once again fling the flat of the crop against Michele’s pussy, only I put a little more umph to the crack of my wrist.
 
Perseverance



Without embarrassment in front of her staff and guests, Josephine used her middle finger on her clitoris and she groaned. Malcolm’s erection still bobbed against the left side of her head, her hair tangling around its wet shaft. She turned her face to it and started running her tongue up and down the length of its shaft.

 
Michele wears no panties under the short skirt of her maid uniform's black dress, just the garter belt holding up her black stockings. The crop easily lifts the front of the skirt as it slaps her bare, shaved womanhood. Michele shrieks, but almost instantly the pain diffuses into a tender heat that redoubles her lust.

"Well?" Alysa snaps. "Is this the attention you wanted?"

Before Michele can reply, Alysa again brings the crop up to smack her most sensitive flesh.

Michele howls in pain, then screams with desire. "Please! I'm so close!"
 
Carl smiles at the sight before him but decides that if the game is going to end in time for anyone else to participate he must really get Josephine back to the table.

Stepping forward he gently picks her up and with an apologetic look to Malcolm he guides her back towards her end of the table.

"I am sorry Malcolm, but I really have to call a halt. If we don't start playing again you and Karen won't get your turn, or indeed poor Dawn over there will also be left out."

He saw the disappointment in the man's eyes and maybe a little bit of something else and he could sympathize. He knew from first hand experience how magic her ladyships lips could be. Smiling he looked at Karen and Malcolm. "Of course we could always change the game a little. Maybe make it a doubles game so the rewards...I mean punishments could last a little longer from now on. Of course that would mean both members would have to pay the penalty."

He looked at both of them and his eyes twinkled."Do you want to join in?"
 
"Do you want to join in?" Prince Carl asked Karen and Malcolm with a sly grin.

"I sure do!" Karen replied, getting to her feet and returning his smile eagerly. She glanced down at Malcolm's slick erection, then gently traced its length back and forth with her left index finger. "And my partner looks more than ready!"
 
Malcolm could tell Josephine was hot. She finally had to be pulled from his cock by the Prince. He could still feel her tongue on it, until Karen decided to stroke it playfully. Malcolm was finally forced to let out a breath to answer the question. "Yes, we can make it doubles. That might be for the best." The game was really the furthest thing from Malcolm's mind, so he needed to focus again upon that.
 
Carl looked at both of them and chuckled.

"Oh I'm sorry, did you two think you were going to be a pair. No, you are going to have to pair up with Josephine and myself as we have already started. So that will mean Malcolm, you will be with Josephine and you my dear Karen," he said grinning widely, "Will be with me."

He shrugged as he saw the looks on their faces. "I am sorry but Josephine and I already started playing against each other. It would hardly be fair for us to suddenly become a team now. I am sure you would agree with that."
 
"Malcolm, you will be with Josephine," Prince Carl suggested, then he turned to Karen and grinned. "And you my, dear Karen, will be with me."

He furled his brow at what he saw in their faces and continued. "I am sorry but Josephine and I already started playing against each other. It would hardly be fair for us to suddenly become a team now. I am sure you would agree with that."

"I agree, but..." Karen began, about to suggest, instinctively, that they instead make the teams men versus women. Then it occurred to her that being on opposite teams would provide the perfect opportunity to break the ice sexually with Josephine. "Never mind, I simply agree."
 
"Josephine and I already started playing against each other," Prince Carl Gustav explained. "It would hardly be fair for us to suddenly become a team now. I am sure you would agree with that."

"I agree, but..." Karen began, then seemed to reconsider any objection. "Never mind, I simply agree."

Mary turned to William and whispered. "Do you think we should suggest triples? Or do you want to start a game of our own?"
 
Malcolm was quite confused by Carl's teaming. Men versus the woman would have made more sense. But as Karen looked hungrily at Josephine, Malcolm finally had to let out a laugh. He had not expected the Prince to have bi tendencies, since if Josephine and Karen were together than that meant the two of them were together. Malcolm was finally able to compose himself and smiled at the Prince, "Whatever you say."
 
Knowing What She Wants



Leaning on both hand, arms braced straight against the ping pong table, Josephine hovers just below the threshold of orgasm as the butt plug continues at full power. In the past ten minutes, she’s had Carl in her womanhood and Malcolm in her mouth. She wants more of the same. She does not want to come without like penetration.

“K... Karen....” she moans. “C-c-could you turn this... this thing back dow... down, p-p-p-please?”

 
Carl smiles at the both of them and then gestures for Karen to turn the dial down and then hand the control over. As she does he leans over and whispers in her ear and then stands back up with a devilish smile on his face as she walks over towards the goody suitcase again.

Turning to Malcolm he smiles at the man. "Well seeing as you have agreed to play Malcolm it is only fair that you have to be in the same condition as your partner, so I am afraid you are going to have to bend over and allow my partner to insert that butt plug she has just gotten, up your ass."

Carl chuckled at the look on Malcolm's face and then looked at Mary. "Perhaps you could be the one to take control of that one," he smiled.
 
William abruptly turned away from activity at the poolside, which was indeed a very hard thing to do when someone as gorgeous as Josephine was nude and conducting some very interesting actions. However, the soft voice of Mary was strong enough to pull his attention away.

He smiled at her choices she gave him, “Well to be honest here, I would hate to have to share someone so emasculate with anyone else for I’m a greedy bastard and love to keep newly founded treasures to myself.” He exclaimed before continuing, “Besides you know what they say, three is a crowd.” He looked over at the scene once more, “So, if the decision is up to me I wish to play our own little game, however, I will submit to the wanting of a woman such as you.” He reached out and placed his hand upon her hip.
 
I can’t believe that I’m doing this but wanting to keep with the wants of my lover I continue with the course we are on. I move up to her. “So close so soon. I can’t have that now can I?” I smirk in character as I reach up and brush some of her soft, tentacles of hair back behind her ear. I take a few moments to gaze upon her beauty. “Michele, Your so beautiful.” I gently sway my thumb across the softness of her cheek.

My other hand moves down her taut abs to her moistened womanhood where I lightly rake my fingertip over the soft nub of her clit. “I see that you are close, however you will not release til I tell you can do so. Do you understand?” I put on the dominating shroud she is so wanting. “If you do, I will have to punish you.” I add with a disbelief that I’m actually amused with this little power play.
 
“K... Karen....” Josephine moaned from where she leaned against the end of the ping-pong table, both arms straight and her hands clutching its edge. “C-c-could you turn this... this thing back dow... down, p-p-p-please?”

“Sure!” Karen replied about the vibrating butt plug inserted in Josephine's behind, the wireless remote control for which Karen held. Smiling devilishly, she turned it down to low, counted to three, then turned it back to high again.
 
Malcolm shrugs, as he takes Karen's hand. "Well you did hear the man." He says to Karen, "We need to fuck." He looks back at Carl, "That was the first forfeit was it not?"
 
Carl smiled wider. He could see what Malcolm was trying to do and if he had the opportunity he had to admit he would fuck Karen as well. However besides the butt plug perhaps he had forgotten the other forfeit.

"You are indeed correct, but I would enjoy it. I mean afterwards you have to have a butt plug inserted by her and have the beautiful officer over there in charge of it," he said bowing to her.

Then he gestured to William and smiled. "Then of course as the only male left who is not playing you will have to suck off our friend there to fulfill the forfeit Josephine just performed on you. I hope you are ready to do that."
 
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