The Art of Domination by Ella Dominguez Read Free Book Online

good half hour of just sitting quietly and holding each other, we finally get up off the couch. I look out the window and see that the snow is still coming down and my car is barely visible underneath a large pile of snow. I can faintly hear the snow plows up the street, but it’s no use; we’ll be here for at least the rest of the afternoon if not the rest of the evening.
    I call Sawyer to see what’s going on with our accounts and he assures me everything is taken care of and there’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.  Isa is in her kitchen cooking something that smells good and my stomach growls ferociously. I’m starving and I’m sure Isabel is, too.  I sit at her small table and see a letter addressed to her from Cherry Canyon Gallery.  When she looks over at me, she quickly reaches over and grabs the letter out of my hands before I have to chance to read it.
    “I wanted t o tell you about that myself,” she says smiling.  “Someone has commissioned me to paint a piece for them. Can you believe that? Me .”
    She looks so damned precious right now, all proud of herself. “Of course I can believe it. You’re work is fantastic. Who is it?”
    “It’s an anonymous buyer. It’s all very secretive and mysterious,” she whispers and her eyes get wide and exaggerated. 
    I can’t help but laugh out loud at her.
    “Dylan Nathaniel Young, it’s not you, is it?” she asks putting her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes at me.
    “No. I swear it’s really not me, ” I tell her putting one hand on my heart and raising the other in my best Boy Scout pledge.
    “If I find out it was you, you won’t be able to sit for a week, young man,” she says as she turns back to her cooking. 
    “Oh, really? ”I sneak up behind her and grab her by her waist and hug her from behind. I bite her neck and she moans and pushes her ass back into me. “How about I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week?” I ask.
    She tur ns around and gives me a shocked look. “You’re bad,” she tells me while she watches my mouth. 
    “You know it. So how about it?” 
    “Are you asking me or telling me?” she says as she grips my dick.
    “ I think you already know the answer to that.” 
    I reach behind her, turn off the stove and pull her to the bed.  I undress her slowly and she returns the favor for me. I’m rock hard in anticipation of getting inside her. I quickly go to her bathroom and find the lube from the last time we were here. When I come back in the living area, she’s lying on her stomach and looking at me sideways giving me her fuck-me-eyes. I reach to her headboard and pull the scarf down off her bed frame and tie her hands together at the wrists and bind them to the headboard.
    I lean down onto her and kiss her back and neck and then squeeze some lube onto my finger and slip it inside her already wet pussy. She buries her face in her pillow and moans softly as I finger fuck her. I push her legs apart, slick myself with some more lube and slide myself into her slowly. She thrusts back onto. I start slow but quickly pick up the pace. She’s tight, wet and pulsating, and the feeling is un-fucking-believable. 
    Fuck vanilla with a twist . I suddenly feel the urge to punish her and I start thrusting harder.  Isabel lets out a loud gasp and groans my name loudly. The sound of my balls slapping up against her and Isa’s whining are bringing me to my climax.  I pull out of her and flip her onto her back and pull her legs up over my shoulders in the football stance. I sink myself into her again and start where I left off, going deep and hard.
    Isa’s eyes are tightly closed and she’s biting her bottom lip as she breathes shallow and quick. Damn it, she feels so good and she looks fucking astounding. I reach up and squeeze her breasts and nipples and roll them between my fingers and watch Isa squirm from the pain and pleasure.
    “Open your eyes, Isabel.”
    Her eyes flutter and open