Becca Bellamy
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She Needs to be Dominated - Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-08-30 03:40:52 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
Luke expected that he'd struggle with the idea that his wife had cheated on him. The fact that she'd done so with a dom that could actually give her exactly what she needed - to feel submissive in a very particular kind of way - turned out to be even more painful for him, mostly because Luke had tried so hard to give Shelby what she needed and her cheating had made it perfectly clear he was incapable of being everything she needed in a man.
Shelby tried her best to soothe his pain. She was warm, kind, and affectionate. She held him. She told him she loved him. She offered to pleasure him, too, though for the first two days Luke wasn't really up for that. He surrendered to desire on the third day, though, and Shelby offered a long, slow blowjob. For most of it Luke managed to keep his mind focused on his wife and the pleasure her mouth offered. As he got more turned on, though, he felt his mind wandering to thoughts of her submitting to another man.
Those thoughts brought about a swift and pleasurable orgasm. In the immediate aftermath, Luke found it mildly unpleasant to have cum while thinking about another man dominating his wife. That unpleasantness didn't last long, though. Instead, it fermented into a new kind of desire as the days went by. A desire that had Luke thinking constantly about his wife's night with a dom.
That led to her second hotel date with the dom. Luke was full of anxiety but he'd told Shelby that she should keep her date and he wasn't going to go back on his word. He'd only asked that they spend time together when she got back. She was gone for five hours and he spent the entire time with that same anxiety swirling through his body.
When Shelby returned, Luke could see that submitting to a dom had lightened her mood. She was happier. The stresses of the week had washed away thanks to her session. The dom had given her what Luke used to try so hard to give and what he'd become increasingly incapable of offering.
"Was it good?" he asked.
Shelby nodded, though it seemed that he struggled to meet her gaze.
"Shelby, please, look at me."
She managed to do so.
"Was it good?"
"It was great, Luke. It was everything I needed. He knows...he knows how to dominate me."
Luke took his wife's hand and led her to their bedroom. He untucked her blouse from the short skirt she had on and unbuttoned it. It fell to the floor soon after. He saw the red marks on her breasts. Marks that seemed like they might turn to bruises. Luke ran his fingers over them and Shelby winced, so he pulled his hand back.
"It's okay," she said. "You can touch them."
Luke studied her face for some sense of her level of honesty and then ran his fingers over the parts of her breasts her bra didn't cover. She winced once more, but a smile followed.
"When you feel the pain, does it remind you of what he did tonight?"
Shelby nodded.
"And does that turn you on?"
"It turns me on to think of submitting to what he did. To think of offering my breasts for what he wanted to do to them. That's what turns me on, That's what has always turned me on about submission."
"And that's why I couldn't quite give you what you needed. Because I was just guessing at what you wanted me to do. I wasn't really following my own pleasure."
Shelby kissed him and when she pulled back a few tears had escaped her eyes. "I love you so much, Luke. I love that you spent so much time trying to dominate me. I love that you worked so hard at it despite knowing that it wasn't really the thing that turned you on."
Luke wiped away her tears and then stepped behind his wife and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor and he removed her bra and panties, too, leaving her naked in the middle of their bedroom.
Her ass was marked as well. Luke couldn't have guessed at the implement, but it looked like she'd been spanked with more than a hand. He ran his fingers over her backside and she moaned softly. He couldn't see her face so Luke wasn't sure if she winced, but he wouldn't have been surprised if she did.
"I told him that you knew about my visit to him. I told that you'd told me to come back despite knowing that I'd cheated on you."
Luke kissed the back of her neck and gently cupped her breasts, which felt more wondrous in his hands than usual. "What did he say?"
"He asked if he could mark me more than usual. If he could leave bruises."
"And how did you feel when he asked that?"
"I got wet," she confessed. "Because I knew that would turn him on. Because I knew that my submission to that kind of punishment would make his dick hard. Because I knew that my willingness to suffer for him is one of the things that drives him wild with desire."
Luke turned Shelby's head and kissed her. She parted her lips and welcomed his tongue eagerly. She moaned and reached back to play with his cock. He wondered if she felt actual desire or if she was merely feigning it as a way of ameliorating any distress he might have felt at his wife having been with another man that night.
"I think...I think he was turned on that you knew," she said. "In fact, I know he was. He said he wanted to send me back to you with his marks on my body. He wanted you to see undeniable proof that I'd offered him my submission, that another man had marked me and had his way with me."
Shelby spun around in Luke's arms and kissed him again. She stroked his cock vigorously while rubbing the head against the smooth, soft skin of her stomach. She lured his tongue into her mouth, gently clamped down on it, and sucked for a few seconds while he moaned.
"Luke, baby, your cock is so hard. Do you like that another man had his way with me tonight? That I offered him my submission? That he wanted to mark my body so you knew that he'd had his way with me?"
Luke nodded as arousal coursed through his body. He stared into her eyes, battled his feelings for a moment, and then surrendered to them. He picked her up and put her in the bed. He slipped his cock inside her. He fucked her with vigor.
"Fuck me, baby," she said. "Luke, fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard."
"Did he fuck you tonight?" Luke asked.
"He did. Twice," she answered. "He fucked me up against the hotel room window once. My tits were pressed against the glass. There were people watching from below. I had a hood on so no one could see my face, but they were watching, Luke. They were watching my dom fuck me and I came so fucking hard."
Luke was quickly approaching his orgasm. Part of him hated that he was so turned on, but the sex felt even better than it had the week before and he couldn't ignore the intensity of the pleasure. He had to pursue it. He had to chase the orgasm that all that pleasure promised.
"Shelby...I'm close!"
"Cum in me, Luke. Cum in my pussy."
Luke fucked his wife hard and came inside her. She held him as close as she ever had and showered his neck and cheeks in kisses.
"I love you, Luke. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Shelby."
For the next few months that scene - or something akin to it - played out in their bedroom on Saturday nights. Shelby would serve her dom in a room at the Hyatt. She would come back with proof of her service on her body, though it wasn't always marks that would leave her bruised. Once it was the remnants of her dom's cum on her breasts. Once it was heavily ruined makeup, which had resulted after a vigorous face fucking that made Shelby's eyes water wildly. Once it was a massively enflamed pussy from what turned out to be a long, vigorous pounding from both her dom and a fuck machine he'd brought to the hotel.
Each time she returned, Luke would find himself overwhelmed with arousal. They'd talk a little about the session. They'd fool around while doing so. Inevitably they'd fuck and Luke would experience a mind bending orgasm. Shelby wouldn't always cum with him - she usually came several times with her dom - but sometimes she did and she was always full of overwhelming love at the end of the night, as if fucking Luke and making him cum had become a necessary part of her submissive process with her dom.
Then, exactly ten weeks after Shelby had first served her dom, she introduced a considerable curveball.
"Clay would like to meet you," she said.
They'd just had sex and were cuddled together in bed. Shelby's naked body was pressed against Luke's and her fingers were moving in slow circles over his chest and stomach.
"Wait...your dom?" he asked.
"Yes. He'd like to meet you. He'd like to take us to dinner next Friday."
Luke stared at the ceiling and noted the increase in his heart rate. He'd never considered meeting Shelby's dom. He was like a mythical figure, almost. She went to meet him on Saturday nights and came home feeling like a new woman, like every bit of stress from the week had been washed away thanks to Clay's skillful domination. Luke liked that set up. Meeting him felt like it might upset the balance of things, though he wasn't really sure how that could happen.
"Can you think of any reason we shouldn't do it?" Luke asked.
"Not really, no. But the truth is, I'm not sure I'm capable of thinking about it all that clearly. Clay wants to meet you. He wants me to convince you to meet him and you know I can't help but want to satisfy his desires, even if they're not sexual."
"Fair enough. Can I confess that the idea of meeting him makes me a little nervous?"
Shelby sat up and kissed his chest. "Why?"
"I'm honestly not sure. Though I guess maybe it's just that he's the man that fucks my wife once a week and that satisfies you in ways I've actually not been able to. There's something sort of intimidating about that."
Shelby kissed him on the cheek in a soft, reassuring way. "Does it bother you that I have sex with him? I mean, I know you like it, too, of course, but is there a part of you that's bothered by it?"
"Probably," Luke answered. "I'm not really in touch with that part, to be honest. I mean, our sex life is as good as it's ever been, if not better. The sex we had tonight was great and we have more sex during the week than we used to."
"We do."
"And Clay is at least partially responsible for that, so I don't really have any complaints, you know? It's definitely unusual that my wife submits to and has sex with another man on a weekly basis, but that unusual thing also really turns me on, so, you know, I guess it doesn't really bother me."
Shelby kissed him and did so generously. She stroked his cock a little, too, and Luke felt it coming back to life. He suspected his wife was feeling a little guilty about fucking another man and about enjoying it so much, but there was no need for that. Luke wasn't going to turn down the chance to have sex with her again, though, so if she wanted to stroke his cock and let him fuck her because of a little guilt, he was on board with that.
"I'd be happy to go to dinner with him," he said.
Shelby smiled and then kissed her way down his chest and engulfed his half hard cock with her mouth. Luke closed his eyes and smiled at the intense pleasure of it. Soon enough he'd be inside his wife again, having great sex again, and cumming hard again.
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"You look stunning," Luke said as he and Shelby approached the restaurant.
She smiled, though Luke thought she was a bit nervous. "Thank you."
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Shelby nodded. "I do feel a little nervous. I don't really know why."
Luke gave their name to the hostess and she found it on her list, grabbed two menus, and led them through the restaurant, which was a great deal fancier than Luke expected. He was glad that Clay had offered to pay, as he suspected that something as simple as a drink would cost a small fortune.
A handsome, well-dressed man smiled and slid out of a booth as they approached. His eyes lit up when he looked at Shelby and she let go of Luke's hand and rushed towards him, as if compelled to do so by an unseen force.
Clay took her in his arms and they shared a quick-but-deep kiss as the hostess set the menus on the table and left. Luke stood there feeling a touch of discomfort as another man openly kissed his wife in public.
"Luke, it's great to meet you," Clay said as he extended his hand.
They shook and Luke replied, "You too, Clay. It's really very good to meet you."
Clay smiled and gestured for Shelby to sit on his side of the booth. She did so without hesitation, sliding in with Clay following. Luke sat across from his wife and her dom and watched them share another kiss, this one far longer and more erotic, with a healthy dose of tongue.
Luke was a little taken aback. He hadn't expected Clay to lay claim to Shelby like that. He hadn't expected to feel like the third wheel with his wife and her dom, but that's very much what he felt like.
There was something else, though. Luke felt intense arousal. He hadn't really expected to see Shelby kiss another man and witnessing it for the first time proved to be astonishingly pleasurable, so much so that his cock had come alive and was well on its way to stiffness.
"I missed you," Clay said.
Shelby caressed his face. "I missed you too."
Clay turned to Luke, studied him for a few seconds, and asked, "Are you okay with your wife sitting next to me?"
He nodded.
"And are you okay with me kissing her like that?"
"Yes."
"Are you certain, Luke? Because it's okay if you're not."
"No, I am."
Clay smiled and turned to Shelby once more. She looked at Luke and then at her dom. She welcomed his lips against hers. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth. She seemed to suck on it, too, at least from where Luke was sitting.
Clay turned to him once more. "Does it arouse you to watch me kiss your wife?"
Luke glanced at Shelby and saw her rest her head against her dom's shoulder. Clay's hand moved under the table and a look of pleasure crossed Shelby's face. It couldn't have been more than her bull's hand on her thigh, but it seemed that his touch was capable of inspiring quite a bit of desire in her.
"Yes, it does," Luke answered, though it was difficult to utter the words.
Clay smiled. "That's good. That's very good. That's what I hoped you'd feel, if I'm being honest. That's partly why I invited you to dinner. I know that your wife enjoys being with me, but I wanted to see just how much you enjoy her being with me."
"I...I really like it. I guess I don't fully understand why I like it, but I do."
The waiter showed up and Clay placed drink and appetizer orders for all three of them. To Luke's surprise, everything he ordered sounded good, so he offered no argument.
"Shelby, would you remove your panties for me," Clay said.
Shelby did so without hesitation and with remarkable skill, as it barely looked like she was doing anything. Her panties appeared on the table, though. They looked soft and delicate and Clay picked them up, inhaled her scent, and then handed them to Luke.
"Put these in your pocket."
Luke took the panties and stuffed them in his pocket as instructed.
"Your wife is exquisite, Luke," Clay said as his hand disappeared under the table once more. This time, though, Luke was certain he was fingering Shelby, at least based on the look of overwhelming pleasure on her face. "I've never worked with a submissive quite like her. She's so eager to please, so desperate to serve a man that gets off on being in control, on domination. It's a shame you're not that kind of man."
"I know," Luke answered as he watched Shelby grip the edge of the table in an effort to steady herself.
"But, you made a discovery about yourself when Shelby confessed that she'd seen me that first time, didn't you?"
Luke nodded.
"You fucked your wife after she confessed and shared some of the details of our session. You fucked her hard. You came quickly, too. You came quickly because you experienced greater arousal in that moment than you had in all the times you'd dominated her for her pleasure."
It was true. Luke wasn't entirely sure how Clay understood so implicitly, but it was true.
Clay's hand appeared from under the table and he held his fingers up. Luke saw them glistening with Shelby's pussy juices. "Clean them," he instructed.
She glanced around for a moment before taking his fingers in her mouth. Luke watched intently as his wife fellated another man's flesh in a restaurant. He saw Clay smiling out of the corner of his eye and he understood that the dom was demonstrating his level of control over Shelby. That, and his ability to fill her with an uncommon and hugely potent kind of arousal.
"I have to confess, Luke," Clay began as Shelby continued to suck his fingers, "that I've been thinking about you."
"Really?"
He nodded. "Especially when your wife serves me. I think of her husband at home. I think of your inability to satisfy her. I think of the fact that she had to come to me to get what she needed. I think of how much she enjoys it when I take what I crave from her, when I fill her mouth and pussy with my cock. I think of how easy it is for her to cum when I'm inside her. I think of being inside your wife's pussy and it makes the sex better. How does that make you feel?"
Luke's heart was pounding. He wasn't entirely sure what Clay's intentions were, but it felt like he was being pulled into the world of domination and submission that Clay and his wife occupied. The problem was, Luke felt little objection to being pulled there. If anything, he was intrigued and aroused.
"It excites me," he answered. "I...I don't know why, but it excites me that she gets something from you that she can't get from me."
"And what if I got to decide if you were allowed to fuck your wife when she came home from a session with me? What if I got to decide if you were allowed to fuck her during the week? What would you think of that, Luke?"
Clay's hand moved under the table once more, just in time for the waiter to arrive with their drinks. He set them on the table and quickly left and Shelby's face immediately betrayed the pleasure she felt as she was likely being fingered once more.
"I...I don't know how I feel about that," he said. "It seems...it seems strange that another man would control when I get to have sex with my wife."
"Yes, I'm sure it does. From my perspective, though, it's intoxicating. To have that level of control would thrill me beyond words, Luke. To be able to be in your bedroom without ever stepping foot in your house would excite me. It would make my sessions with your wife even hotter. It would make fucking her needy pussy feel even better."
Shelby looked like she was on the verge of an orgasm, though to Luke it appeared as though she was trying not to cum, perhaps because Clay was the one to control her orgasms when they were together.
"I want you, Luke, to submit to that small request on my part. I won't deny you every time. I'm not cruel. I'm simply asking for control. Control over your wife's pussy. Control over who gets to fuck her."
Clay leaned over and whispered something to Shelby. A moment later Luke felt her foot between his legs. She smiled and massaged his cock with her toes.
"It's your decision, Luke," Clay said. "But I want it. I want your submission on this. I want to be the one that makes the final decision over who fucks your wife and when they fuck her."
Luke was hard as a rock and for some reason he was turned on by the notion of Clay seizing control of Shelby's pussy. He was so turned on that he was a little worried that her under the table footjob might actually get him off.
"Okay," he said. "You can decide if I get to fuck my wife."
Luke was stunned by the pleasure he felt at uttering those words. He gripped the edge of the table and leaned forward as Shelby continued to work his cock through his pants.
"Take your husband to the bathroom. Suck his cock," Clay instructed. "Make him cum in your mouth. Don't swallow until I give you permission."
Clay got out of the booth and Shelby followed. She offered Luke her hand and he took it. He stayed close to her to try and hide his boner and she pulled him into the men's room and locked the door.
Shelby pushed Luke against the door, dropped to her knees, and freed his cock. She took him in her mouth and looked up at him while sucking with such vigor that his legs trembled.
"Jesus, Shelby, I'm gonna cum."
Luke came in her mouth no more than a minute after she'd taken him between her lips. He came really fucking hard, too. He closed his eyes as his cock spurted cum onto her tongue and Shelby ran her hands up and down his stomach and chest while moaning in delight.
When he'd finished, she tucked his cock back into his pants before he stepped away from the door. Shelby unlocked it and left while Luke stayed in the bathroom to take a few moments to catch his breath and go soft.
When he returned to the table, Shelby was sitting in the same spot next to Clay and her mouth appeared to be empty.
Luke sat across from them and Clay picked up his glass.
"A toast," he said, "to the beginning of something truly beautiful."
They all sipped their drinks, though Luke didn't get much in his mouth before a foul taste registered. He spit the liquid back into the glass and looked up to see Clay and Shelby smiling.
"That would be the taste of your cum," Clay said. "I had your lovely wife spit your load into your glass."
Luke was outraged and disgusted. He set his drink down and prepared to say something, but nothing came. Nothing at all.
"I'm afraid you'll have to finish your drink, Luke," Clay said.
"No."
"I should re-phrase. You don't have to finish it, but if you want to fuck your wife tomorrow night after I've had my way with her, you’ll finish your drink. I suppose the choice is ultimately yours, but I'd also be inclined to deny you for the entirety of next week, too, so it could be a costly choice."
Luke looked at Shelby, but she seemed quite pleased with what was unfolding.
"She likes to serve me, Luke. She gets off on it, and she knows that making you drink your cum is going to turn me on, so she's not going to be any help to you right now."
Luke picked up his glass. He knew he'd been played, at least to a certain degree. He'd entered into this with eyes wide open, though. He'd essentially offered his submission - in one way - to Clay and it seemed that the dom had taken that and run with it.
Luke tilted the glass back and sipped his drink. It was terrible, but he swallowed. It was embarrassing. It was a bit nauseating, too, but he did it. He did it because he wanted to submit.
"You'll leave once we've finished our appetizers," Clay instructed. "I'd like to enjoy the rest of dinner alone with your wife. After we're finished I'll fuck her in my car. Then I'll drive her home to you, Luke. You won't be permitted to fuck her tonight, of course, but after tomorrow night's session I might let you have your wife with her. We'll see if I'm feeling generous."
Luke knew he had no real options. He'd agreed to step into this world and now he was going to have to navigate his way through it. He wasn't anywhere near as upset as he could have been, though. There was a kernel of arousal growing in the aftermath of his orgasm. Arousal that worried him a little. Arousal that might carry him a great deal further down the road that Clay had already laid out.
"I'd be grateful if you let me fuck her tomorrow," he said. "I know it's not my choice anymore, but I'd be grateful."
Clay smiled, but Luke couldn't read his face. He didn't know if his small act of submission would be enough to convince Clay to let him have Shelby, but he hoped it would be enough.
Until then, all Luke could do was hope that he hadn't made a colossal mistake in surrendering his rights to fuck his wife without someone else’s permission.
