IRE Scoville Scale: Shameless Indulgence
Modern art wasn’t Sydney Cummings taste; neither was standing in a drafty, semi vacant gallery listening to a couple of posh voiced freaks drool over the latest collection. She didn’t bother concealing her distain when they wished her a goodnight before leaving her where she stood.
Truth is, she hated waiting for anyone much less Mark Bryant. She and Mark, both top Doms, were meeting to settle unfinished business. What had began as a sparing match between two of their submissives six months prior had spun into a heated feud involving much of their community.
If pitted against one another, who would be the first to beg?
Professionally, they were evenly matched. Their clientele list read like a who’s who of upper crust society. Both were fifteen year seasoned vets. Both processed exceedingly powerful personalities with sexual energy pouring from them. Sydney had a reputation of getting inside of her client’s heads, needling them until they’d do anything to please her. She didn’t use fear; she used her womanly charm, making them feel as if they were the only one that could make her happy. And once she had them under her spell, she’d milk them dry. Mark, on the other hand, was known for his forcefulness and being well endowed. If a woman needed it rough but sensual, he was the man to see. He’d made more than one Domme beg and he was determined to add Sydney to his list of conquest.
Neither of them had ever been broken.
A cool breeze crept up the back of her four inch black patent leather heels, and crawled its way up her sheer fishnet pantyhose. He was in the room, she thought to herself. Instead of turning to acknowledge him, Sydney stood dressed in a fitted knee length black pencil skirt with a matching top coat pulled over a sexy corset, her hands gently clasped behind her back, focused on the painting before her. His energy was strong. Tiny tingles on her bronze skin tracked his every move. She drew a deep breath and slowly removed her top coat and draped it over her right arms, affording him a better view of her figure.
As predicted, his attention was immediately pulled to her firm ass. He gave a half cocked smile as he approached her from behind. Gently, he ran his fingers down her silky left arm to her finger and lightly tugged her O-ring. They stood in silence—neither acknowledging the energy pulsing between them.
“Aren’t you wearing your ring on the wrong hand?” Mark asked looking straight ahead.
“You’re mistaken. I’m working tonight. The right hand is the working hand hence why I wear it on my left. You should know that by now. You should switch yours.”
“I never switch.” He replied.
“The night is still young.” She said and walked away.
“I hope you don’t expect me to follow you.” He called after her. She stopped but didn’t turn around.
“The choice is yours. Do whatever you like.” Her voice was cold and sexy.
Mark released a short hoof and walked the opposite direction.
Minutes later they simultaneously appear at the gallery’s entrance. They stared each other up and down. Mark was tall, with broad shoulders that Sydney couldn’t wait to throw her legs over, short dark hair, and ice blue eyes that were slowly melting her pussy. Sydney was medium height, hair pulled back into a tight bun, a nice set of bouncy tits that Mark found irresistible, a firm ass he couldn’t wait to spank, and set of brown thighs he’d love wrapped around his head. They smirked at one another.
“We’re going back to my place.” Mark said.
“So you’ll have home turf advantage? Not a chance. We’re going to mine.”
“We’re never going to agree.”
“Where to then?” she conceded.
“I know a place. I’m driving.”
“No, I’m driving,” she said. Mark attempted to protest but she stopped him cold. “Look, you picked the place and I’m driving. We can stand here all night.”
With a lift of his eyebrow, he agreed.
“Who’s place is this?” Sydney asked as they entered the plush loft.
“It belongs to a friend. He’s staying in Italy for a while. I spend a couple of nights a week here.” he watched Sydney take a self-guided tour of the place.
“You’re making the place looked lived in.” She sat on the sofa.
“Don’t get comfortable. This won’t take long.” Mark called over his shoulder, stripping as he walked to the bedroom.
“I’m surprised you undress yourself,” She needled as she followed. “I never undress myself. That’s what I have my subs for. You’re acting very common.” The sight of his chiseled body in boxers stopped her in her tracks. Her pussy tightened.
“I…,” He turned, seeing her leaned against the dresser, her pillow soft breasts spilling over the top of her black corset took him aback. Collecting himself, he approached her slowly until he was within an inch of her face. He placed a hand on either side of her, holding the dresser forcing her backward. She didn’t flinch. He leaned in and whispered, “I didn’t undress for you. I undressed so I can get this shit over with.” Retrieving a blade from atop the dresser, Mark sliced through the lacing of her corset until it fell away leaving her standing in her skirt, fishnets and heels. “You’re an easy kill.”
Much to Mark’s dismay, Sydney didn’t flinch. She portrayed cocky coolness, though what she felt was anything but. His power was as undeniable as hers. Mark was fighting to control himself in her presence. Turning her away from him, Mark eased one arm around her waist and pulled her back against his muscular chest. She inhaled sharply feeling his hand slowly unzip the back of her skirt. He ran one hand down her round ass, removing her skirt and hose. She quickly kicked her shoes aside.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.” He released her hair from its bun and ran his fingers through it. He looked into her eyes and fought the urge to tell her how beautiful she was.
“Like you said, let’s get this shit over with.” She turned to face him and slowly lowered herself to her knees, removing his briefs along the way.
“We’ve just started, and you’re already on your knees worshiping my cock. That’s a new one for you.”
“A slave is merely a master in disguise,” she took his thick cock into her warm mouth and released it. She looked up at him, his eyes were closed. His fist clinched at his side. She licked her lips and sucked and slurped while carefully stroking it with her hand.
He moaned and gently moving between her lips. Minute by minute, she sucked and he began to unravel. Her tongue lapped methodically under his shaft while her jaws sucked his cum to the very tip of its head. He was going to explode.
She stopped sucking but continued stroking. “How long has it been for you?” She asked as sweet as honey, looking up into his eyes.
He exhaled a long breath. “Too long. Oh shit.” He placed his hand on the back of her head and gently slid her mouth over his dick. “God, Sydney. Suck it.”
She was in heaven knowing there wasn’t another woman who could bring him to this state of euphoria. He was unwittingly surrendering himself to her. It was only a matter of time before she’d milk him dry. She sucked and moaned.
Mark knew he was in trouble. Every fiber of his being wanted to pull away but her mouth was like the mythological sirens guiding him to his own destruction. He pulled her hair and watched his pale cock pumped into her mouth. He needed to clear his head and move beyond the pleasure she was inflicting.
“Sydney,” He whispered. She continued to slurp. His cock jumped in her mouth. “Sydney.” He repeated.
“Yes, my love.” She said between sucks.
“Sydney,” His breathing quickened. He was on the verge of cumming. She’d win. “Sydney, I’m going to fuck you until you beg.” His voice was void of any emotion. He quickly snatched her up from the floor, lifted her to his waist and slammed her against the wall; shoving his meaty cock into her weeping pussy. He wasn’t going down without a fight.
“Oh fuck!” she cried. Mark dug into her while pulling her head backwards. He bit into the side of her exposed neck. He thrust harder and deeper. She tore at his back, urging him deeper still. She spread her legs further allowing herself a brief moment of weakness…letting him take she as he pleased. He held her in place by her thighs, banging her with little care for her aching hole. Taking up her breast, he sucked and licked her nipple until she convulsed.
With her pussy working magic on his cock, he was in no better shape then she. He loved the way her pussy wrapped around his shaft, molding itself to his every desire while her tits called out to him. He was fucked and Sydney knew it! He hammered and hammered until the room began to spin. No woman had ever been able to handle him in this position but Sydney had him on the ropes. For everything his cock was dishing out, her pussy was serving right back. They focused intensely on each other, neither giving an inch.
“Ooohhh.” She whimpered.
“You’re cumming, aren’t you?”
She shook her head, unable to speak. He drove into her harder. She fought the urge to scream.
“Say it, Sydney,” he purred into her ear. “Say you’re cumming and I’ll get you off in ways you’ve never imagined. Just say it. Say you’re cumming.”
“Mark, I’m…I’m cum…” She panted. “I’m cumming…I’m cumming…right after you motherfucker!” Using her forearm she pushed him away, tackled him on the bed and straddled his lap. She slid his cock into her before he could draw another breath.
He screamed out to her as she rode him like a thoroughbred. He tried to fight back. She held him in place with a hand on his chest, grinding her pussy down on him until he stopped resisting.
“Are you going to stop fighting with me?” she leaned down and kissed his lips tenderly.
He couldn’t move much less answer. He gripped her ass and eased her up and down, slow and steady on his dick. Her pussy lips parted giving him everything he wanted. “I don’t want to fight with you. I want to make you cum.” He said. She caught a sharp breath as he grabbed her throat, squeezing ever so softly.
“Tighter.” She groaned, realizing he was enjoying watching her submit to him. He would cum before she would at this rate.
“Fuck you. You’ll say anything to get your way, won’t you?” He picked her up and threw her on the bed. She attempted to crawl away from him. He grabbed her, wrestling her onto her back. Hastily forcing her legs open, his tongue lapped at her pussy until she clawed at the bed. Dripping from his previous attack, her juice covered his mouth. Somewhere along the way their feud, the reason they were there, slipped his mind. He was fully engulfed in licking her sweet pussy.
They both moaned. He held her thighs bringing her exactly where he wanted her; with her legs wrapped around his head. With each lick, each suck they lost a bit of themselves to the other but not enough to submit. He slid a single digit into her. She ran her hands through his hair as he kissed her clit while pinching her erect nipple. Time seemed to stand still, he didn’t mind, there was nowhere he'd rather be then squarely between her legs. Removing his finger from her pussy, she relaxed and he inserted it into her ass. Patiently, he licked and fingered until the only signs of life she exhibited were her constricting pussy and faint breathing.
“Mark.” She said no louder than a whisper. Her head thrown back.
“Yes, my love,” he answered. She didn’t reply; she lay there taking pleasure in his technique. “Take your time. I’ll stay down here as long as you’d like.” He spread her legs wider and made love to her with his tongue.
“No! No, I can’t.” She pushed his head way from her pussy and moved to the top of the bed. He grabbed her, pushed her legs apart and dove into her mercilessly forcing one of her legs over his shoulder, he bit into it. “Mark!” she cried in ecstasy.
“Why can’t you do it?! Why don’t you just cum?” He hissed as he plowed into her. “You want it.”
“No, I can’t. Shit!”
“Yes, you can. You want just as badly as I do.” He kissed her.
Sydney melted under him which only infuriated her. She removed her leg from his shoulder and slapped him across the face. He grasped her face in his hand with such force she yelped.
“Don’t you ever hit me again.” His eyes burned through hers. “If you want to me to fuck you harder all you have to do is beg.”
“Get off of me!” She slapped him again.
He released her and sat on the edge of the bed in frustration. He had to find her Achilles heel but she still refused to submit.
Sydney moved behind him, wrapping her arms and long ebony legs around his sculpted body. Slowly she eased his head back against her;.her breast pressed into his back.
“Syd, why are we doing this? We’ve been going at it for three hours.” He rolled his face away from her. “We're going to kill each other. Neither of us is giving in.”
“Clash of the Titians.” She whispered into his ear.
“Clash of the Titians, indeed.” He covered her arms with his. “You’re wonderful—you’ve earned the best Domme title hands down. You know what you’re doing.”
“Thanks you, sweetheart. So do you. I’ve never been with anyone like you. Your clients are getting a bargain.” She kissed the back of his head and they sat quietly, absorbed in each other. “What do we do now?”
“We’ll tell everyone this meeting never occurred. We say we don’t have time to engage in trivial infighting. We’re two professionals at the top of our game and will not consider challenging one another’s talents. End of story. Truce?”
“Truce,” she paused. “You’ve thought this out, haven’t you?”
“Truth be told, I knew I was in trouble when you dropped to your knees.” He chuckled. “I wanted to cum so bad.”
“No! Seriously?” Sydney giggled. “When you shredded my corset, I almost lost it and I loved the way you choked me. That was pure bliss.”
“You mean like this?” With looking, Mark swiftly reached back and grabbed her throat firmly.
“Oooohhh!” she managed.
He turned around, his jaws clinched, his eyes fixed on hers, pushing her flat on the bed while kissing her passionately. His tongue dove into her mouth while he choked the life out of her. She loved every second of it. Her eyes begged for more. Her nails tore into his back. He screamed and released her throat.
“Asshole!” she panted trying to catch her breath. “I thought we had a truce?”
“We do. That was for my pleasure. And judging by your reaction...” he stuck two fingers in her pussy, then brought them to his mouth, licking them clean. “...you enjoyed it as well.” Their eyes roamed over each other, marveling for the first time the person, not the Dom, before them. “You felt it, didn’t you?”
"Yes, I felt it." She nodded and moved away from him. He sat back on his knees watching her retrieve her pantyhose and return to the bed. “You know how I like it. Tie me up.” She handed the hose to him with a coy smile.
He could have cum from those words alone but watching her position herself on her stomach, her ass welcoming him, was the limit.
Taking her hose, he tied her hands above her head, spread her legs and rocked into her. Slowly then faster and harder. She screamed, her fist clinched. Harder and deeper. He held her wrist in place as he shoved as much of himself into her as humanly possible, he moaned. Her ass slapped against his abs. Her pussy dripped as his cock found its new home embedded deep within. Her hands strained. He clutched their hands together as they came over and over again. Every time they thought there couldn’t be another orgasm to be had, there came another until they lay spent and weak.
“We can’t do this, Mark.” Sydney rolled into his arms.
“I know. No more. Our clients will begin to wonder what’s happened to us. But right now...” He closed his eyes and held her close. "Right now this feels really, really good."
Soon, they gave way to sleep.
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