Raina and James make a bet, and she turns out to be a sore loser—especially when she’s sure he cheated. James has to discipline her, but sometimes submissives can teach their Doms things, too . . .
“You cheated!”
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“Raina . . .” His voice issues a warning.
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“No way, James. There is no way in hell you sunk those two ships back-to-back like that.”
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“It’s just Battleship. Relax. Are you still mad that I beat you at chess earlier?
“But this means you won three games today!” I continue to whine.
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“Yes, and a deal is a deal, is it not? You lost the bet.”
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“You must have peeked when you asked for that whiskey shot. You did it on purpose to get me out of the room.” I’m practically yelling, but I don’t care. He knows how much I hate losing, and now he’s patronizing me.
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“What if I did? What exactly do you think you’re going to do about it?”
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He crosses his arms and smirks at me. I can’t tell if he's kidding or not. I’m so mad that I react without thinking and flip the entire game board over, sending pieces flying across the room. I glare at him across the table, huffing and puffing like the Big Bad Wolf.
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For what feels like forever, we stare each other down. I realize I’ve crossed the line. Hell, I took a jet across the line and landed in another time zone, but now I’m too scared to do anything but try to hold my ground. Maybe he did cheat, and I can make him feel guilty.
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I can see his jaw clenching as he tries to remain calm. James takes deep, slow breaths, much in opposition to my rapid breathing. My knees want to buckle, and I swallow hard. When he takes a step toward me, I instinctively take a step back. He barely contains his anger.
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“Get your ass. Over here. Right. Now.”
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I know I am in seriously deep shit right now, and no amount of apologizing or batting my eyelashes will get me out of this one. My brain is completely locking up. I know it would be better to get my punishment over with, but self-preservation makes me stay put.
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He starts coming around the table, but I go in the opposite direction. As usual, he knew I would do that and manages to grab my arm as I try to run past. The jig is up, so I just look at the floor and say nothing.
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“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”
“I’m—”
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“Don’t say another word. You know what’s coming, so if you don’t want your punishment tripled, then I suggest you behave.”
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There is no way in hell I’m going to poke the bear anymore tonight. I take off my pants and underwear and lean over the sofa as he waits impatiently. I hear the sound of his belt sliding through the loops, and the buckle jangles as he folds it in half.
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“Raina, why are you being disciplined?”
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“Because I talked back, Sir.”
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“Correct.” As he says the word, the first smack comes down on my ass. “Why else?”
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“Because I had an attitude and lost my temper, Sir.”
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“Very good.” Two more cracks of the belt, and I flinch from the sting. “Why else?”
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I pause for a moment. “Because I disobeyed you, Sir.”
“Correct again.” Three more swift smacks to my ass. I grunt on the last impact—it’s always the strongest one, and my cheeks are sensitive now.
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I wait patiently, not moving or speaking until he gives the okay. His belt is sliding back through the loops, indicating it’s over.
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“Stand up.” I stand and turn to face him. “What do you have to say?”
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“I’m sorry for my behavior. Thank you for the discipline, Sir.”
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“Good girl. You did well. Now, I do believe it’s time for you to live up to your end of the bet, don’t you think?”
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Damn it all to hell. This is not a time to argue, and he knows it.
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“Yes, Sir.”
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“Then scoot. I’ll be waiting here.” He pops me on the ass one last time as I walk past him.
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I go upstairs, sulking discreetly. Once I change into the agreed-upon outfit, I make my way down to the kitchen. Taking the bowl of grapes from the fridge, I join him back in the living room. James is sitting in his favorite chair and has music quietly playing in the background.
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“Nice!” he says, approving the outfit.
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I am topless and wearing a comically small French maid skirt and apron that barely covers my crotch—my red ass is fully on display. The rest of my shame is made up of black fishnet stockings and black high heels. James stands up as I sit at one end of the sofa.
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He lies down with his head in my lap, a devilish grin on his face. I should never have made that stupid bet. He probably really did cheat, just so I’d have to do this. When I look down, I can see how pleased he is, and I can’t help but smile back.
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I slowly feed him grapes as we chit chat about anything that pops into our minds—movies, music, whatever. Even though I feel ridiculous, it’s relaxing just sitting here with him, no other worries or frustrations plaguing our minds. Every once in a while, I reach down to rub his cheek or run my fingers through his hair. Eventually, he has his fill; duty complete, I place the bowl on the end table.
As I do, James reaches up and grasps one nipple with his mouth, using his hand to stroke the other one. I sigh ever so softly as he uses his tongue and fingers expertly. Soon I am moaning and reach down to cup his balls through his jeans. His cock stiffens as I rub my hand up and down the shaft.
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In an instant, he's on his feet and dragging me upstairs by the hand as I giggle all the way. The bedroom smells of vanilla bean, and there is a soft glow from the bedside lamp I'd left on when I changed. I kick off my shoes as James removes his shirt. He takes off his belt and flings it around my waist, pulling me close for a kiss. When he releases me, I unbutton and unzip his jeans, pulling them and his underwear down with me as I slowly sink to my knees. He steps out of them and takes a few steps back to sit in the chair.
I’ve been waiting for this all day. I crawl over to James, then run my fingers up his inner thighs as I gently kiss his balls, breasts pressed into his legs. I finally grasp the base of his cock in my hand as I slowly, slide my mouth down the shaft. I’m not sure which of us is happier.
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I continue kissing, licking, rubbing and sucking from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his dick. James' hands find their way to my head, and each one grabs a small handful of hair. I look up at him and move my hands to grasp his ass as he fucks my face. We both moan when he cum down my throat; a tiny trickle escapes my lips. When he pulls out, I catch the drip with my fingers and push it into my mouth, sucking my finger clean.
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Taking advantage of his lingering hardness, he joins me on the floor and spins me around. He places a hand on my upper back, then gently shoves me onto all fours. With his legs between mine, he pushes against me for just a moment before pressing into my eager pussy. My head drops down as I relish the feel of his hard cock massaging my insides. His hands knead my ass, still pink and sensitive from the belt’s touch.
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“Damn, baby girl, you are so fucking tight!”
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He plunges into round two, full-steam ahead; he picks up speed, pumping just a little harder . . . just a little deeper. An orgasm builds inside me, swelling with every thrust, but I don’t want to cum yet. There’s something else I want more.
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“James?”
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His movement slows. “Is something wrong? Are you okay?”
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It’s now or never.
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“Yes, I’m okay. But would it be alright if we move to the bed?”
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“Of course.”
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I return to the same position in the center of the bed. The soft, blue down comforter is soothing after being on the hardwood floor. James moves behind me, and I back into him, pressing his cock between my ass cheeks. He moves his hips just enough to pump up and down twice, squeezing my flesh around him as he does. He then guides his swollen cock downward, seeking the moist folds below.
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“Wait,” I say as he brushes across my asshole. He pauses, but I can feel the confusion emanating from him. “If you thought my pussy was tight, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
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Realization hits him like a truck, and he pulls back completely. “You know how I feel about that.”
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“I know—I was nervous when I first tried it too. But, I would be honored to be your first.” I sit up and lean back onto his chest, pulling his hands around me to play with my tits.
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“I don’t know about this . . .”
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“I won’t push for anything you don’t want to do. Just hear me out, and then you decide whatever you want to do. Now close your eyes and imagine the feel of my pussy closing around you, squeezing you, milking you for every drop of cum. Can you feel it?”
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“Mmm . . . hell yes.”
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“Now imagine a place that’s warmer than my mouth blanketing you, tighter than my fingers encircling you or my pussy gripping you. A place where every inch of your cock is brought to life in a way you never imagined possible. Would that be worth at least a try? Besides, what better way to assert your dominance than by fucking my ass into oblivion?”
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His breath hitches as his hands tighten around my breasts. I’m going to take that as a yes before he changes his mind, so I pull a bottle of lube from my nightstand drawer. Turning to face him, I pour some liquid into my hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before massaging his cock with it.
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I stroke up and down, and he grows rigid again; I lean in to kiss him reassuringly before resuming my position. He hesitates, so I wait, letting him work through it. He presses gently against my hole, and I hold the bottle of lube out to him.
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“You can pour some on me if you want,” I say as I bat my eyes at him.
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James takes the bottle, allowing a smile to emerge, and drizzles it slowly down my crack. He rubs his cock up and down, spreading the lube. I moan as my desire builds higher and higher.
“Move your legs to the outside of mine. It makes it even better. Now, just press ever so slightly until the head slips inside. Then let me help.”
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He holds his cock and presses carefully but firmly until he slides in, then gasps at the tightness of it. James' fingers dig into my ass cheeks. Bit by bit, I keep pushing back, slowly bringing him deeper inside me as my body grips him. Finally, he's buried inside me, balls pressing against my seeping pussy. I pause for a moment, letting myself feel the fullness of him.
Rocking back and forth, I fuck him gently so he can focus solely on the intense new experience. After a few minutes, he begins moving in cadence with me. Our breath comes in spurts as we ebb and flow together, losing ourselves in the moment.
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A few minutes more, and he takes control of our movements.
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“Please fuck me! Fuck me hard and deep,” I beg.
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He grasps my hips and pulls me back into him with every thrust, slamming into me full force and grunting as he controls my body. I know I’m going to cum soon, but I'll hold out as long as possible. I can no longer distinguish whose sounds are whose—the room fills with our guttural lust.
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“Please cum inside me!”
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There are only a couple more thrusts before he pushes as deep inside me as he can go and releases. James gasps in shock as he feels a new sensation—with the pulsing of his orgasm, my tightness is even more pronounced. The sound of his surprise sends me over the edge, and our waves of pleasure form a wall of ecstasy.
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Both spent, we collapse onto the bed; several minutes pass as we catch our breath. I turn over to face him once I regain some control over my muscles.
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“So?” I ask.
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His eyes are still as glassy as mine must be.
He grins. “When can we do that again?”
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THE END