Cherrie Lipz Gets Dominated Page 2

  Soft music began playing but she heard the door open and shut.

  "This is a private party, Dan. What are you—" Enzo grunted before her bindings shifted, dragging her forward even more.

  "Sir! What happened?"

  "He went night-night. Just you and I now, slut, and I expect to be called Master," Dan loudly said, then whispered in her ear, "Go with it, Cherrie. Enzo's already approved this scene, and the cameras are rolling. Just don't fight me too hard."

  Why hadn't she been included in this discussion? A sharp snap and the sting of a whip against her ass cleared all thoughts from her mind. Then Dan's palm struck her stinging ass over and over while he cursed at her and spoke of punishment. When he stopped, his hand glided up her back before tangling in her hair. Something smooth and hard stroked her cheek, then her head was pulled back.

  The bed shifted again, and she was pitched forward even more. Dan's fist full of her hair stopped her. By the time she realized that Dan had climbed onto the bed, he had grabbed her jaw and slid his cock into her mouth. She tolerated him at first, and then remembered his last sentence—'just don't fight me too hard'. So, they wanted a fight scene? Fine, she thought and tried to bite him.

  Her angle was all wrong, and his hand still gripping her chin made moving her jaw impossible. She thought she was helpless until something rubbed against her arm. Mentally imagining their placement as him straddling her bound arms, she rammed them upward and made contact with his balls and ass. He shrieked a curse and shoved her head backwards, dislodging his cock from her mouth. He must have toppled backward because he let her go, but her arms were jerked forward.

  "You fucking slut," he growled, harsh pain in his tone.

  "Red!" she screamed, hoping Enzo would stop this scene. Where the hell was he, anyway? The bed moved, so she yelled, "Don't you touch me!"

  "Dan," Enzo suddenly said from behind her, "off the bed. The scene is complete." She jerked when a hand landed on her shoulder. "It is me, Cherrie."

  "God damnit, Enzo, you better tell me what's going on next time," she shrieked. "Now get these bindings off me."

  The blindfold was removed first, then the bindings on her arms. Dan glared at her and was cupping his balls. She glared right back at him.

  "Leave us," Enzo said. Dan looked ready to pass out when he moved. Cherrie hoped he fell flat on his face and didn't come to for another week.

  Enzo rubbed her arms and said, "I am sorry you weren't informed, but I needed raw anger and emotions. Forgive me?"

  Of course, she forgave him.

  ***

  Four days later, they'd been filming for a total of seven days. She and Dan were barely civil to each other, and she made Enzo promise never to pull a stunt like keeping her unaware of a scene again. He also promised to never leave the two alone. She slept with Enzo each night afterward.

  The next few days of scenes involved Enzo and Dan pretending to fight over her, although they didn't look like they were acting. Enzo had advised her to join the 'war of the Doms' when the cameras were rolling.

  When she didn't, he took her off the side and said, "I want you to watch a few clips from three short films that are set for release along with this one."

  After ten minutes and an altered perception, she asked, "Why didn't you have me watch these before we started filming?"

  "Your acting would not have been as pure as your true emotion if I'd shown you these, Cherrie. And you're the only sub who has been allowed to watch them before I've completed filming. Do you know why?"

  She shook her head so he told her, "Because you're smart, and I can tell that you have the talent to carry off that rawness. I know you and Dan don't get along, but I need you to respond as if you're torn on which of us to choose when we're fighting over you." He pointed toward the computer. "Like the blonde in the last clip."

  "I'll try my best," she promised, "now that I know where we're going with this."

  "One more thing. I almost have enough footage to complete this one, but I need a submissive scene with you and Dan. You must convince our audience that you will relinquish control to him. He will act as though he believes you will submit to him. Then the two of you will fight. I'll come to your rescue and fight him until death."

  "No surprises this time? Will he act like you killed him, only to wake up and—"

  "I promised that I'd let you know future scenes which is what I'm doing. If something strikes me that needs changing, I'll stop the cameras and we'll discuss it. Okay?"

  She nodded but asked, "When is this happening?"

  "In a couple of days," he said, "I've sent Dan and the crew on a little trip, so you and I have the place to ourselves." When her demeanor turned eager, he held a hand up. "And our time will not be used for sex. I need you to recognize and treat us as Doms from this point until the end of filming."

  She tried to pout, but he arched a brow and shook his head.

  ***

  Three days later, he announced they were ready to do the scene. Cherrie stopped in mid-crawl, her anal plug pony tail swishing left and right, and waited for him to direct her. Enzo regarded her for a moment. Pointing to the bed, he ordered her to lay down. While she obeyed, he went to his closet and pulled out several scarves. "We will use a blindfold, and I will film the wax scene. You trust me, Cherrie?"

  Nodding, Cherrie relaxed and let him tie a scarf around her head then laid back on the pillows. He removed the plug and cleaned her, then she heard the water running the bathroom.

  "I am turning the cameras on," he said.

  He bound her spread-eagle to the bed. The candle wax was just right this time. Her gasp every time the heated liquid dripped and ran down her breast was from anticipation and building desire. Enzo expertly used the wax, peeling away certain areas to allow the sensation of cool air to replace the heat which climbed in degrees until Cherrie moaned every time it rolled down and slowly cooled on her skin.

  A pinch at her clit almost sent her over the edge at first, then Enzo stopped her climax. "Very good but not yet."

  When the wax was peeled from her nipples and she felt cool metal, she realized he was using clamps. The scarves at her hands and ankles were removed, not her blindfold. She was helped up and directed to spread her legs and bend over. Enzo placed her over a long table and secured her hands and ankles into cuffs.

  She heard what sounded like a bamboo cane whistle through the air, but it didn't strike her. Again, and this time, she felt the air stir near her ass.

  Goosebumps flooded her entire body, and she tried not to squirm. The cane popped her but not hard enough for her liking. She moaned and tried to raise her ass, but instead of the bamboo, his hand stroked the place and then he delivered a much harder strike. Her breath rushed out and then she gasped when he popped her even harder.

  Enzo fed her desire into a fury, alternating his soft caring touch with increasingly sharper strikes until her ass had several red marks. His fingertips brushed over the cleft between her ass cheeks and up her back before his palm stung her right cheek. Then his hot breath blanketed her tingling skin.

  "Squirm all you want, but you will not come yet." She had no idea that Dan had quietly entered the room. Enzo released the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, then turned her over and secured her wrists within leather straps. Stepping back, he watched while Dan dragged a leather crop down her stomach. With a flick of his wrist, he caught first one nipple and then the other.

  "Oh yes, sir! Again!"

  Dan teased her clit with the end and whispered, "I'm not your sir. Call me master."

  Her entire body jerked when the end of the crop snapped her clit. Enzo immediately intervened. "You must take care, make her feel erotic, not true pain."

  "You had your fun," Dan said, and dodged her foot when she kicked out at him. "Now, she's mine." He grabbed her ankles and lifted her ass from the leather covered bench. The riding crop struck her several times, harder than she could tolerate, as he yelled what he planned to do to her.

  "R
ed!" she screamed over and over again.

  Dan only laughed and raised the crop again, but Enzo tackled him before he could carry out his threats. Cherrie heard grunts and the sound of fists striking each other. Jesus, they sounded like they were really fighting each other! She squirmed and managed to loosen her right wrist, then slide it out of the leather strap. Jerking the blindfold off, she tore the other strap off her left wrist and hissed when she sat up.

  Enzo had his arm around Dan's throat, and Dan's face was red. As she watched, Enzo swept Dan's legs out from under him and lowered the man to the floor. He was out cold. At least, it looked that way. Enzo dragged in a few harsh breaths, then shocked her when his foot connected with Dan's face and sent the man tumbling to the floor. He cut the cameras off and said, "Help me put him in the cage."

  "For the death scene?" she asked.

  He nodded and grabbed Dan's arms. Cherrie helped as much as she could while trying to wrap her head around Dan's brutality. Enzo locked the cage and pulled her into his arms. "I am so sorry, Cherrie. He was not supposed to be so rough. I made him promise."

  "It's okay," she said. "Now—"

  "No, it's not okay. If I have my say, he will not work in this industry again."

  "What if your series is a hit, though? He'll be in high demand," she said.

  "Then, he'll be someone else's problem."

  The final scene involved a sticky mess consisting of red food coloring, Karo syrup, and a very bitchy Dan. Afterward, Enzo paid him since they'd signed a contract and told him, "Never enter my space again. If I see or hear from you, you'll wish I'd killed you!"

  Worried about Dan seeking revenge on Cherrie, Enzo asked her to stay with him for until after the film's release. Every day for what seemed like forever, they edited scenes until Enzo was satisfied with the result.

  Normally, Cherrie didn't see or help with the editing phase, let alone attend the viewing. This series, though, had been much anticipated and she was expected to attend. As she expected, it was a huge success. Afterward, Enzo took her to a nice restaurant and talked her into officially announcing him as her Dom.

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  High Tide

  He came to the beach every day, his ebony body a vision of sculpted perfection befitting a Nubian prince. His hair was close-cropped to his skull, his sculpted muscles rippling in sensual rhythm with each movement. Approaching the shore on a small, brightly painted motorboat, he dragged the boat onto the pristine, sugar-white sand and hauled out a net bag bulging with shells.

  Today he wore loose, turquoise-blue swim shorts that matched the calm, mirror-brilliance of the ocean and more than emphasized his generous bulge. As was his habit, he hefted the bag of shells over his shoulder and walked east.

  Swinging lazily on a hammock stretched between two arched coconut palms, Kendra watched the man from beneath the wide brim of her straw hat. Early each morning, she heard the muted thrum of the boat long before it appeared where the cerulean sky merged with the crystalline water. The speck steadily approached the secluded beach peppered with palms trees and a scattering of upscale residences.

  The community was exclusive, the residents paying a premium to enjoy a private paradise. Some were retired, others were artistic types who found inspiration in the idyllic environment. Some, like Kendra and Josh, were into a more nomadic lifestyle that allowed them the freedom to do what they wanted, when they wanted, and with whom they wanted.

  Both had decided early in their marriage that traditional roles and relationships held no interest for them. The only child of eccentric archeologists, Kendra was used to traveling the world and spending time at exotic digs. She’d followed in her parents’ footsteps by earning a degree in archeology, and had met Josh on a dig in Egypt.

  Tall, bronzed, with sun-bleached blond hair, Josh was an easygoing, affable Egyptologist obsessed with the ancient culture. He too was an only child, his parents a British diplomat and a renowned pianist. He’d developed his passion for Egypt when his father was attached to the Cairo embassy throughout most of Josh’s childhood. Though his father was transferred to the embassy in Athens when Josh entered university, Josh remained in Cairo to finish his studies.

  It was five years after graduation that he met Kendra on a dig in Thebes. The attraction was instantaneous, and Josh’s golden looks starkly contrasted Kendra’s creamy, freckled complexion, mellow amber eyes, and shock of carrot-red hair. Josh had the slim physique of a runner, while Kendra’s softy curvaceous figure mimicked that of a ripe pear. While Josh tanned easily, Kendra had to constantly avoid getting sunburnt in the unforgiving climate.

  Something about the desert heat always left Kendra in a perpetual state of arousal, and she found herself masturbating whenever she had the opportunity. A precocious child, she had discovered a voracious appetite for sex at an early age, and was reading about the erotic frescoes of Pompeii when other children were still playing with toys. Her parents were open-minded, and encouraged both her curiosity and intelligence. It was no surprise that she started university at sixteen and began apprenticing with her parents after graduating with honors.

  Kendra traveled with her parents around the world until they finally became semi-permanent residents of Egypt. Far from civilization, embraced by the lingering spirit of an ancient culture, she particularly enjoyed sleeping naked in a tent, the flap opened to the stars. Spreading herself open on her hands and knees, she slowly fondled her body, paying particular attention to her generous breasts, before trailing her fingers to her pussy and ass both saturated by the juice leaking from her pussy.

  She was fond of edging, which brought her to the verge of coming until she was trembling, aching, and drenched in sweat. Sometimes it took only a fleeting touch to elicit a shattering orgasm, but to prolong her pleasure, she often fucked herself with the rounded handle of her hairbrush by thrusting it deeply inside her pussy, imagining that it was a thick cock pounding her.

  If she was feeling particularly hungry, she also slid the juice-slicked handle into her ass. That she did this in front of the open flap only added to intensity when she came. She liked to imagine phantom eyes watching and exploring her body with her. But it provided only temporary relief, and she was constantly plagued with a heavy, sensual languor that begged for release.

  When Josh arrived at the dig, it was as though her prayers had been answered. Not only did they work well together, but Kendra’s parents loved him. If they noticed the chemistry between Josh and their daughter, they made no effort to thwart the relationship, and their long hours at various digs provided Kendra and Josh ample opportunity to be alone.

  One afternoon while supervising a smaller dig with only assistants and workers, Kendra and Josh took off ostensibly to pick up supplies from the primary dig. On the way, they stopped at a remote oasis and parked the Range Rover in the midst of a dense cluster of date palms. Shaded from view, they spread a blanket on the sand and fucked like a pair of starving animals.

  It was quick and hard. Kendra had mounted Josh in a sixty-nine position, her approving gaze fixed on his thick cock. It rose like a fleshy obelisk that vanished into her mouth an inch at a time. Gripping the base of his cock with one hand, she caressed his balls with the other, pausing occasionally to lick and suck them. She enjoyed feeling them tighten in her mouth, the taut skin the texture of an orange peel.

  Josh’s tongue and fingers spread her pussy across his face and explored her juicy, pink folds. His teasing nibbles on her riding clit caused her to furiously grind against his mouth. When his tongue began to snake inside her at the same time his slick fingers slithered into her ass, Kendra jerked so violently against his face that he had to push her off before she suffocated him.

  Unable to keep from busting all over Kend
ra’s face, Josh got up, pushed Kendra onto her knees, grabbed her hips, and impaled her on his cock. His grip was so tight his fingers left imprints on her flesh. He drove himself deep inside her and violently thrust. Kendra’s full breasts swung like pendulums, her face pressed close to the blanket.

  Their cries rose above the hot, breathless silence. Between the dense palm fronds, the steel-blue sky merged into the glare of the sun. Both came quickly and explosively. For Kendra, it was the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. She felt as though she’d been turned inside out, and every cell, every pore, resonated from the energy.

  Gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat, they collapsed into each others’ arms and lay on the blanket. For a moment, time seemed suspended. Neither spoke as they absorbed the ancient spirit that seemed to flow with the shimmering heat waves. There was a history here, a legacy of time that made Kendra feel more than naked, but exposed in body and soul.

  It was only when they rose to dress that they noticed a pair of camels plodding away over a nearby dune, their swathed riders turned away. Neither Kendra nor Josh said a word as their silent audience vanished from sight, but both had thought the same.