Taming His Heart (a short story)
Note: this story takes place within a negotiated D/s relationship. This is my first time posting one of my short stories, so please share any feedback in the comments! Thanks for reading.
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Sitting down on the couch, he grabbed the remote and clicked on the TV. Their Friday night tradition was is favourite part of the week - sharing time with his sweetheart as they left the stress of the week behind. Curling up next to him, she lay her head on his lap and stroked her hand up his thigh as he scrolled through their Netflix list. Her black satin nightdress slipped a little higher up her thighs, revealing the curve of her ass and the edge of lacy panties she wore only for him. His eyes flicked over, appreciating the curve of her waist and the soft swell of her breasts, pushed up as she reached across to run her fingers dangerously close to the bulge in his pants.
“Watch it, little lady,” he said, catching her hand before she could slip it under his waistband. He wanted to savour their time together, and knew that if she got her hands on him this early it would be hard to resist. She smiled up at him with sultry, innocent eyes. “What? I didn’t do anything!”
He didn’t respond, just slipped a finger under the elastic of her thong and let it snap back against her skin, making her jump at the small sting of pain. “Heyy, I didn’t deserve that!” she exclaimed, looking up at him with a frown. Curving one hand over her ass, he used the other to grab her impudent chin so he could look straight into her eyes as he said, “Lying to me, AND forgetting to address me properly? TWICE?”
Her face broke into a sly grin, and she leaned up to plant a taunting kiss on the end of his nose. He glared back at her insolence, realizing that his brat might look relaxed, but her mind wasn’t yet ready to cede control. Trying not to smile, he ran his fingers through her wild hair and then grasped a fistful so he could pull her head up, forcing her to arch her back and push her ass into his hand. “Oh, you want to play, little one? Let’s play,” he growled in her ear, his breath sending goosebumps down her arms and a delicious shiver down her back.
He could feel her eyes light up, but before she could react, he flicked the hem of her dress up over her back and gave her bare ass a hard smack that made her jump. She squealed in anger and kicked her legs, but he had already moved his other hand to gather her wrists together and haul her over his lap. She wasn’t about to give in so easily, and responded by wrenching away one hand to pinch his thigh then doing her best to wriggle free. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach, and knew he was enjoying this as much as she was.
She had almost gotten away when he managed to get an arm around her waist and pull her close. As his teeth closed over a sensitive nipple and the hand between her legs moved to pinch her clit, she froze. She could feel him smile, knowing he had the advantage - the threat of pain in her sensitive areas enough to keep her from fighting back.
He was ready, and this time when he pulled her down over his lap, he locked her thighs under one leg and quickly tied her wrists together behind her back with a short length of rope. Knowing she couldn’t escape this time, her leaned over and taunted her: “What, that’s all you’ve got?”
Refusing to give in, she renewed her struggles even he ran his hands over her body, teasing and arousing her flesh against her will. He loved that fire, her refusal to back down, the playful teasing that gave him the opportunity to show his dominance - and earn her submission. The fact that it didn’t come easily made it all the more sweet when she finally gave in and ceded control to him.
He gave her three good smacks that made his palm sting and caused her to stop struggling - at least for the moment - then used the opportunity to pull her panties down over her thighs, exposing a pussy already wet and swollen. He ran his finger through her folds, then licked off the juices that betrayed her body’s desire. She moaned and rolled her hips, wanting more, but he was in control now and wasn’t about to give her what she wanted - not yet. Easily holding her bound wrists to her back, other hand caressing the reddened ass cheeks that had nowhere to go, he finally spoke.
“Any last words?”
Her body tensed as she realized she hadn’t escaped punishment, but she resisted saying the words she knew he wanted to hear. Two quick slaps, one on each ass cheek, had her jumping - and then gritting out the words, “I’m sorry…SIR.”
Smiling, he caressed the fresh handprints, soothing her stinging skin: “Good girl - was that so hard?” She ground her teeth, but stayed quiet this time and he knew she was getting close. “But we can’t stop there, can we sweetheart,” he continued, “you owe me ten for lying, and ten for forgetting to call me Sir. And another ten, just because I feel like it. You’d better count, and I want to hear “Thank you, Sir” after every ten.”
When she didn’t respond right away, he pinched her thigh. “Yes, Sir!” she squeaked out.
He started off easy, alternating cheeks as he warmed up her skin, hearing her reluctantly count off, “…eight. Nine. Ten. Thank you, Sir.” Her voice still held an edge of resistance, but her walls were coming down. After the next ten, her “thank you, Sir” was quieter and her body had relaxed as she let go of the last remnants of control. The last ten sent her tumbling into submission, surrendering to him as the pain left her unable to think about anything but the current moment.
“…Seven, eight, nine, ten. Thank you, Sir.” This time he could hear the lazy smile on her lips, her eyes half closed as she melted over him.
“That’s my girl,” he said, as he ran gentle fingers over fiery skin, “you did great, sweetheart.” She purred at his touch, moans starting deep in her body. Knowing she was his, he untied her wrists and pulled the strap of her dress down her arm as he kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder. His fingers found her dripping pussy, thrusting in and then rubbing the juices over her folds. She shivered and leaned into his touch, craving release.
His cock twitched in response, he pulled her paint body up and onto her knees, spreading her legs and opening her to him. This time when he moved her onto his lap she was facing him, kissing his neck and running her hands down his chest to slip under his waistband and begin stroking him. He raised his hips to pull off his pants, his erection springing up to rub against her swollen clit. Knowing what he wanted, she pulled herself over him and then sank down, sheathing him in wet heat and letting out a sigh.
Looking into her eyes as she began to move on him, he wrapped one hand around her throat and slipped the other between their bodies to caress her. Moans coming harder and faster, she writhed her hips and ground against him, inner muscles clenching and releasing as she drove him closer to the edge.
Taking control, he grabbed her hips and began slamming into her, relentlessly pushing her closer to the orgasm she craved, even as he reached his own. He pumped her full of cum as she screamed her release, muscles spasming around his cock. She collapsed over him, her heaving chest rubbing too-sensitive nipples against the hair on his chest and causing her to jerk with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
He wrapped his arms around her when she went to move from his lap, pressing her into the safety of his body and whispering, “I love you, baby,” as he stayed buried in her wet heat. She snuggled into him, sated and compliant. “I love you too, Sir,” she replied sleepily, face nuzzled into his neck, eyes closed.
The warm glow of her trust spread through his chest, as he pulled a blanket over both of them and reached for the forgotten remote. Friday night was off to a great start.