The Storm Within [Soft Dom] [Male Dom] [Female Sub] [Fingering] [Vaginal]

Flashes of light pierced the windows and danced along the curtain edges. The deep rumble of thunder pressed into every inch of the house. A storm was coming, its winds drumming along the shutters and ravishing the trees. It whispered promises of rain through the cracks and crannies, lapped under doorways and panes.

Master gripped the glass of whiskey in his left hand; his fingers caressed the arm rest on his right. Truth be told, he was only vaguely aware of the storm building outside. Not for fear of its destructive power, but by how well it mimicked the deep reverberations pulsing through his veins. He could feel it so clearly. Every heartbeat. Pushing blood throughout his body, and to one certain place in particular. Master took a moment to enjoy the throbbing pressure growing between his legs and took another sip.

Smokey and robust. Deep tones of caramel and leather danced along his palette. He held the glass up slowly, carefully, and watched the honey hues dance alongside the cubes of ice. But his dark gaze roved further and through the amber liquid. To the figure kneeling just before his chair. He watched her there for a long moment, and then dropped his glass back to his lips where he could once again take in the full view.

She was a curvy creature, with every inch of her body exposed to the warm fire nearby. The flames jealously regarded her smooth, delicate skin. Its eager light licking at her supple breasts and roving across her thighs. One side of Master's lips turned up as he drank her in. It had been twenty minutes since he'd told her to kneel. And, as he'd commanded, she'd knelt before him on the hardwood with nary a complaint. The floors must have been uncomfortable to say the least. And yet, still she knelt, her brown eyes cast somberly at his feet.

He loved to make her wait while he sipped his evening liqueur. Dressed in nothing, but the deep crimson of her leather collar. When he'd had it crafted, he'd selected the metal ring himself. Something he'd found on a trip to the British countryside. It had been rusted and a little out of shape, stuck in the dirt of an old barn. He stared at that polished, perfect circle now that it dangled from her neck.

“Little Rabbit.” He called.

The woman remained perfectly still, her brown locks tracing around her naked shoulders. The only hint that she'd even heard him, acknowledged him, was the slight twitch in her fingers as they rested atop her thighs.

“Yes, Sir?” Her voice was a hush against the crackle of the fireplace. And it stirred in him such longing that swelled in his chest. The fingers on his right hand brushed against the leather of his arm rest.

“Come.”

At his beckon, Master's little pet crawled the few feet between them on her hands and knees, returning to her kneeling position just inches from his feet. She kept her head down, her brown eyes cast toward her master's polished shoes. Master took another long sip from his glass. The tensions of the day melted further and further away as the drink took hold and his gaze slipped into the groove between his pet's thighs. He wondered distantly if she was already wet for him. He'd taught her body to always be so keenly aware of his desires.

“Little Rabbit. When was the last time I played with you.”


“Two days ago, Sir.” she responded automatically. Her voice remained calm, detached, but he could see a dreamy daze cross her eyes. As if she were remembering something fondly. Indulging in revelry that had long passed.

“Two days...” Master echoed.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Hn. I want you to raise your right hand for me.” Master commanded.

Instantly, his little pet obeyed. She brought her right hand up and held it aloft in the air to her side.

“Now, place your hand between your thighs, and rub in between your folds.”

A slight pink tinged his little pet's cheeks. But without hesitation, she slowly brought her hand down, down, down and gently caressed the soft, tender skin between her legs. Master watched her nipples perk, and her mouth open gently at the feeling of her own fingers running back and forth. He watched her for a minute more and then obliged his curiosity.

“Slip two fingers inside for me.”

Her eyes half-lidded, the little pet obeyed. She let loose a soft moan and her shoulders trembled as she pushed her long, lithe fingers inside. The crotch of his pants tightened as his erection flexed against sturdy fabric. He gripped his drink and leaned carefully forward. If his little pet noticed, she said nothing, lost in his order.

“Make sure they're nice and wet for me, little one.” He stated, and gently pressed the cold glass against her right nipple. His pet gasped, and nearly- nearly yanked away. But he had trained her so very well. And so she shuddered and huffed until her teat had grown accustom to the chill.

“Inspection time. Pull them out for me.”

He could see that dim flicker of disappointment in her eyes as she withdrew her two fingers. But as they came out, Master saw just how ready his pet was for playtime. Silky juices traced down her fingers and along her palm. He grabbed her hand by the wrist and pulled them close. Slowly, his tongue pressed against those juices and up and down her fingers. She held back a groan and let off a small tremble.

“Such a good girl. Always so ready to please me.” He cupped her chin and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Her hand fell back against her side. And yet, he could tell how hard it was for his little pet not to let her hands wander across him. He had not yet given her permission to touch. And, as ever, she was careful with his commands.

Instead, he leaned further down and slid his own two fingers between her legs. Rubbing the wet surface of her folds twice, Master gave her no more warning and thrust them completely inside. His little pet yelped and lurched up on her knees. But Master gave no quarter, his hand following and continuing each hearty thrust. He grabbed her by the back of the neck with his free hand and kissed her again. Until she moaned and shivered ecstasy with every hearty press.

When at last he felt her body building and tightening, he dropped his fingers out and stopped his maddening kiss. His poor little pet cried out, shaking and dripping across the hardwood floor. In one swift motion, Master pulled her onto his lap. He splayed her legs around his right thigh and pulled forward in his seat.

“Show me what you want, little one.” His deep voice crooned. “Show me how much you need this.”

Permission. She had permission. Something ignited in her beautiful brown eyes and all the pent up emotion that she'd been storing blossomed forth. Immediately, she began to grind herself over and over across his leg, feeling the harsh fabric across her folds. But as she carefully adjusted to the motion, she could feel herself growing closer and closer again. Master took her left hand and tenderly rolled it across his tip, still hidden away under layers of clothing.

She whimpered. And he could tell how much she wished he'd set himself free. But no. Not yet. He wanted to watch her play a little more now. As she soaked his pant leg with her lust and continued to grind against him. She rubbed his cock delicately through his clothes and continued to bounce and rub . Droplets of sweat spilled down her rosy body as the storm finally broke overhead.

The winds howled and the rain crashed against the windows, ushering her closer and closer to climax. But still, she could not be sated without Master. She tossed her head back, let out a whimper, and leaned forward to kiss him. His hand grabbed her collar and held her in place, plunging his tongue through her opened lips. He weaved circles and patterns with his nails against her bare back and he could feel every goosebump that surfaced on her delicate skin.

When another heady crash of lightning broke overhead, Master finally chose to claim her. His buckle undone and his pants dropping around her exposed legs, he forced her to splay across his lap entirely, her legs wrapping about his waist, and with one, steady guiding, skewered his pet with his throbbing shaft. Her lips parted and she cried out desperately, digging her nails into his shoulders. The feeling was nothing short of electric for him. He pulled out and plunged into his darling once more, enjoying the moans and pitiful wails that bubbled out of her.

Every throb he endured, every moment he refrained came crashing down into each steady thrust. He wanted more. He wanted to fill her with every inch that she could take, and from the way she trembled, her body was working hard to accommodate his thick cock. A grin and a puff of air escaped him as she shuddered under the force of his girth. He could feel the soft, delicate walls stretching to take him as he forced his way inside over and over again.

When he made to stand, her grip slipped and he held her tightly upon him. But he would not wait for her to regain herself. No. Instead, he pushed harder still, penetrating her to her deepest core as she flopped back like a poor rag doll in his grip, bombarded by the waves of pleasure that continued relentlessly. The noises she made. God, how he loved it. Each desperate cry, the way her body gripped against him.

It was enough to drive him mad if he wasn't already so deep inside her, pushing her to the limits of what she could endure. And, at last, when he felt her body start to tense and her breath hitch, he uttered the deadly words she could not, would not disobey

“Come for me, little one.”

Her gasp escaped her and her back arched in his grip. She clenched tightly against his throbbing cock and quivered as her entire body rippled in orgasm. In that grip, he pushed once more, and groaned as his seed pulsed inside of her, covering her walls and pressing deep into her womb. He continued his arduous thrusts, ensuring that each and every drop would find home in his pet's fertile body.

When at last he knew he was spent, he pulled his pet back into his arms, and allowed her to roll up and lean against his chest, wrapping her soft, gentle arms around his neck. Proud. There could be no other word for how he felt. Proud of his little pet for how well she worked to fulfill their needs. And so he rubbed her back gently, and kissed at her sweaty little brow.

“Good girl.” He praised, even as his shaft hardened once more inside of her.

“Good girl.”