Start of Darkness (Google and Skittish_butterfly)

[skittish_butterfly]

Erin felt her every muscle tense against Dominic as she sat pressed up against him. It was like her body was preparing to absorb a blow, maybe Dominic's horrified reaction. But as anxious as even her partial confession left her, the fraying of Erin's nerves was really more about the things she hadn't said yet.

As far as Erin could tell, though, Dominic on the other hand looked totally relaxed. Well, why shouldn't he, Erin thought to herself. While she was naked and wearing a leather collar around her neck, making her feel as much like his pet as his girlfriend, Dominic still had his pants on, and a guy's shirt being off wasn't the same as a girl's. And despite his prior heartfelt honesty with her, she was the one making all the embarrassing revelations this time. He was smiling and looking right at her. She tried to relax, so he wouldn't feel her tension against his chest and realize more truth was hiding behind it. She loved him. She knew that love should buy him the whole truth, but she wanted him to still love her back, and she wasn't sure the deepest, realest her was worthy of his love. He loved this version of her, and she was terrified of losing that now that she finally knew what it felt like.

He spoke. His reaction hurt as much as she'd feared, and this only from the story of Chuck and the belt. She hadn't even gone into what had come before it, and why she'd been so afraid of him to begin with.

Disgusting, that's what Dominic had called what she'd shared of her dark secrets, or called her, she wasn't sure. Erin flinched at the word, but just nodded like she accepted his verdict, knowing it was true while wishing it wasn't. She hadn't chosen to be who she was, to be raised the way she was, to be a broken girl inside. But she was, and she knew it. And now he knew it too, which made her face hot for like the millionth time around him.

All that going through her head was what made his sudden grin seem so from out of nowhere to her. He grinned like it was just a joke, or maybe like he didn't care even if she really was disgusting, because he loved her anyway. She didn't know and didn't care once he kissed her. It was the briefest possible kiss, more a light brush against her soft lips, but it got her attention, focused her on him, like it made everything ok. Her eyes were flitted down to his lips and back to his eyes, her spirits lifting slowly as his presence began to reassure her.

Her face was up to his, listening as he clarified he was disgusted with Chuck, not her. She wanted to kiss him so hard, but Dominic held back, his eyes looking at her with a gentle smile. Erin was intensely aware of his eyes, roaming freely down her body, everywhere his eyes touched feeling warm and good, like having him look at her and want her was the antidote to the way Chuck and a lot of her mom's other "boyfriends" in recent years had looked at her. When his eyes returned to hers, Erin smiled, feeling like tears would fill her eyes if she wasn't careful. She tilted her head and sought his lips but couldn't quite reach him for the kiss she wanted to give him. She thought about Dominic's eyes on her, how different it felt. "I know... he shouldn't have... nobody is entitled... except you." Even her words sounded like she was smiling.

Dominic talked about the dirty secret she'd revealed to him. He called it a fantasy, which wasn't exactly how she wanted to think of it. A fantasy made it sound like something she loved and wanted. She didn't like it. Even the way she just thought about it so much felt wrong to her, but she just couldn't stop herself. Was there even a word for that? Erin didn't know so she accepted 'fantasy' for now, but a little nervous about what it said about Dominic's reaction to her story, that he thought of it as a fantasy.

He even said it was unusual for her age, which didn't make her feel any better either. She always thought of herself as the outsider, the outcast, the misfit. It was hard not to living in a trailer with the kind of mother and male visitors and disturbing night noises she grew up with. Even if he clarified it wasn't so unusual for older people to have... "fantasies" like hers, that didn't exactly make her feel any more normal just yet. But at least he didn't seem to mind.

The only thing that really helped was his kiss, his lips finding her again. Erin was broken, didn't fit in with the other kids really, not even in her own head, but Dominic loved her anyway, she felt it in the touch of their lips. She focused all her thoughts on him and his kiss and it helped. After a long breathless time joined to his mouth, breathing his breath, she lost the touch of his lips as he pulled back and reminded her he shared her darker aspects. Erin knew he was trying hard to encourage her, so she wouldn't feel bad. But he didn't really know what it felt like to be her, didn't know how bad it got inside her head sometimes. How could he? But she loved him so much for trying, and for understanding at least this much. Maybe a belt he could understand, getting her to wear a collar. What would he think if she opened up completely though?

His hand reached for her bare leg and she felt the squeeze, his touch electric on her skin, like the collar grounded her for the current in his fingertips to flow through her. Her body was responding to him so strongly he had her full and undivided attention. His voice went low as he stroked her body and spoke to her mind. He believed she wanted this, all but confessed to wanting them to, which made her hold back her desire to deny it, not wanting to separate herself from him. He told her if she asked her to he would get a belt and make her dark "dream" come true. She was sure he misunderstood, but she also knew that from his point of view he was being as loving as he could, trying to offer her what he thought she wanted.

Erin's mind spun for a moment, trying to figure out the right response to her boyfriend's loving offer to beat her with a belt. Finally she settled for a slightly lame and stammered, "thanks, but, uh, not just yet." His body was so close and she wanted him so badly, wanted his touch, wanted to touch him, to be closer than physically possible. The thought of denying him, of telling him she didn't actually want the belt the same way he did, it was almost painful to think of, to think maybe it might jeopardize this closeness.

He left her lame response hanging between them and she wished she could think of something better to say, something clever like he was, something that would make him want her more, enough to lay her back on the couch and take her right now. Even if he didn't use a condom, maybe she wouldn't say anything about that either. They were in love. If she got pregnant, maybe it wouldn't have to be the realization of every horrible fear her mom had instilled in her. Dominic loved her, and if she were pregnant, he would never let her end up like her mom did, her life ruined raising a kid on her own in utter squalor.

Before she could come up with any words more enticing than the simple press of her body against his, he finally broke the heavy silence. He spoke more about full truths and not holding back, that he wouldn't be shocked or judge her or run away, or at least so he believed. She ached to believe him. But the way he told her that not fully answering when he asked her a question was something he couldn't abide set a shudder rippling up and down her spine. It was so hard to resist him and those deep penetrating eyes. He was so close, and he was her protector, had proven it over and over already. Listening to him, hearing his voice say it over and over in so many different ways, it felt utterly wrong what she was doing.

"Dominic, I... there was more..." Her voice caught in her throat as her mind thought about some of the things she was on the verge of opening up. "Before the belt story... why I was so afraid of him." Dominic was her protector, the only one she could count on to keep her safe. How could she not tell him?

But the answer bubbled up, wrapped in a ancient terrors that had kept her awake at night for years, certain she was doomed to the worst of everything forever just because that was how it had always gone before. He was her protector, and that was why it was so hard to tell him, to risk losing that. What could she say, though, that would distract him from this need to know every dark little corner? Erin blinked uncertainly at him a few times, her lips open, all but silently framing the words already.

What actually came out once she slowed her breath and found her voice was a shock, but as she thought about it she realized where it came from, and why she said it. The alternative seemed so much worse. "But first, Dominic, would you... would you get the belt?" Better the belt she'd dreaded for so many years, than risk shocking and losing the one man who finally loved her the way she'd been too afraid to dream of her whole life.

 

[DomG]

Entitled, that was a good word for the entirety of what he felt right then, it was as if she was able to reach into his mind and pull out exactly what he was thinking. She belonged to him, it was his right to use her whenever he desired to, however he desired, and of course wherever he desired to have her. Already he was considering dragging her up to his bedroom, breaking out some of the handcuffs that he had acquired on some of his more interesting adventures over the years and hidden away, cuffing her to his bed and just leaving her there naked and waiting, content with the knowledge that there was no way she would be escaping from him, that he would know exactly where she was at the moment he needed her and she would know it too. She belonged to him, heart, body, and soul... he could no more misuse her then someone could misuse a pencil or a pair of shoes. The fact that she had a hidden little fantasy or maybe just a dark idea about being beaten and abused by a belt didn't change anything at all... he likely wouldn't have started with a belt, rather his bare hand delivering a few slaps to her rear and breasts... but this would be a much more interesting little introduction to the darker aspects of human sexuality.

“Of course there is more Erin.” He whispered, the complete picture of understanding as she pressed herself against him, knowing that she might be trying to distract him with some temptation and that was nearly good enough to get the job done... but he wasn't going to let her get off the hook easily. “And I know that you are uncomfortable speaking about these things.” His hand moving a little more, so close to giving into her, giving her exactly what they both needed so desperately that it was nearly painful... at least for him. It wouldn't be hard... he could just drag her onto his lap and press his cock deep up into her cunt... “But you can tell me anything and you can ask me anything, I will hold nothing back and you shouldn't hold anything back from me.”

“Now I am going to go get a belt.” He said as he stood up slowly, looking down at her with a smirk on his lips. “And another pill I want you to take... when I suggested that you start on the Pill I hadn't expected us to sleep together so soon... but I was prepared for the possibility.” Leaning down, his lips brushing over her cheek, then once more over her neck. “So I did ensure that I would have some Plan B around... just to make sure you wouldn't end up pregnant.” A pause, eyes narrowed for a moment as though he was considering what he had just said. “I mean one day we could have children... one day quite a bit in the future, but for the time being we will make sure you stay on the birth control and supplement it until it has worked into your system.” The Plan B was something he had gotten a while back actually, for those just in case situations after a hook up at a party... he wouldn't mind knocking up Erin but for the time being he was going to hold off on that for a little while, the more he learned the more control he was going to gain.

Then a turn and he was walking away, taking his time, no reason to rush because the more time he took the more time Erin would have to think things through, consider how best to put into words what he wanted from her. If this carried on then he would need to find a way to keep encouraging her to open up, maybe a little bit of liquor to be mixed into the fun, he didn't know if she drank but he could probably throw together something heavy on the fruit and higher on the alcoholic content. It was something that could be fun, not knowing what Erin's tolerance was he might just get her drunk that night to amuse himself... its not like he needed it to take advantage of her but it could still be a rather revealing thing.

Up in his room it took only a moment digging through a sock drawer and unrolling a pair of the most garish red socks possible, finding within them a small bottle of pills, the prescription in his name and gotten from a little time that he had spent with the daughter of the school doctor at one of the boarding schools he attended, the young woman having stolen her fathers prescription pad for him and helping him forge a few prescriptions, sleeping pills, some moderate strength pain killers, and of course Plan B for the just in case.

Then it was into his closet, a half dozen belts hanging from a rack next to some ties that he avoided wearing whenever he could... except for when his parents insisted and pulled him along to some work function or another. He took his time in there, fingers running over the different belts before the settled on a simple one, about three fingers wide, soft brown leather, not to thick and it would be easy enough to fold over. A flick of his wrist a few times, making sure that it swung through the air properly, enjoying the slight crack that it made. Then on the way out of his room, on a moments impulse, he snatched up a black leather leash to go along with the collar that he had slipped around her neck, just for the complete package should the moment be right.

Then back down the stairs, taking his time to give Erin plenty of time to think and cracking his belt a few times to ensure she heard him coming. It was back into that room then, smiling at the sight of Erin. “Ready to tell me now Erin?” He asked as he set aside the leash and the bottle of pills. “And remember that if you aren't ready I am going to have to take steps to make you tell me.” Doubling over the belt he brought it down against his hand, the snap sounding through the room, almost seeming to echo... just to help her think.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Erin trembled visibly as Dominic whispered back to her. What had she done? A belt? For real? But it was the only thing she could think of to distract him, that and pressing her body against him, desperate for him to think of something other than the rest of her dark secrets he clearly seemed to believe she was still holding. Dominic's hand stroked her a little more, so close, so very close to where she needed him. Erin couldn't tell if the press of her body was working, distracting him, exciting him, or if he was just turned on by the idea of the belt, his own inner life possibly nearly as dark as her own.

The he told her he was going for the belt. He stood up and Erin followed her, looking up at him as he stood over her. Was this really happening? How afraid she had been back that first time Chuck had threatened her with the belt, especially given the things he'd threatened her with even earlier, and now here she was on the verge of being on the receiving end of it, just the way she'd feared all that time, all the times she'd thought about it, dwelled on it, imagined what it would feel like and whether she would be brave enough to take it. She saw it in Dominic's eyes, the resolute set of his jaw.

But first he stopped and talked about another consideration, the pill and the fact his seed was inside her body this very minute, possibly making her pregnant. Erin's body shivered a little to think of it as he looked down on her, talking about a plan B, and her eyes shone brightly back at him as she realized he could be so sensitive to her needs while at the same time going to get a belt to use on her. Would he really?

The whole thing left her almost speechless, her breath coming too shallow to really form a whole sentence anyway. She just nodded about the pills, about the belt, just rolling along behind him on the road she'd showed him on the map with her own reckless words. Was it really worth it? She imagined the pain she'd always thought it would be on her bottom, assuming that's where it would be, flinching just a little just before she saw him turn and leave the room with his magnificent long strides. It would hurt, she knew it, her eyes closed with all the memories of her imagined beatings. But if there was no other way to tiptoe through the minefield of his desire to know her even darker thoughts, she would go through with it.

As she waited for him to return, she didn't even consider leaving the couch, walking out and just avoiding the whole mess. Of course she could save herself from the belt and from the questions. She could just put her clothes back on, unbuckle the collar, and walk out of his house. She could just go back to being her old self, the Erin who had no one, with no joy and no hope, and just a small room with a lumpy mattress in a whore's trailer park home.

She couldn't leave. It it meant the belt, she still had to stay. If there was no choice but revealing a little more of herself, even all of it if that's what it came to, she couldn't leave, couldn't go back to a life without Dominic. Her biggest fear was only that he would find her too damaged, too broken, if this went much further, but Erin knew there was no way for her to veer from the course they'd set now.

And she thought about the pills. She remembered the first time he'd come inside her, the echoes of her mother's warnings. The pills had been important, getting pregnant an impossibility, too great a risk. But now the thought of Dominic impregnating her, of forming the core of a real family with him, of really mattering, it made her a little wistful about taking the pills. The bright side was the way he talked about it. It didn't sound like he was just trying to make an inconvenient problem go away, the way her own dad had just walked away from her and her mom or worse. He sounded like he actually cared about her in his inimitable way and was just trying to do right by her.

Erin was roused from her thoughts of his seed inside her and possible futures with Dominic, her nipples still throbbing and hard as she heard a snapping sound coming closer and closer. She looked up, sitting back tense against the couch as she saw him come back in the room with a smile on his face and his eyes all over her. The belt in her hand had her legs tense and her feet go up on tiptoes as she sat, her knees lifting a little and coming together as she watched her longtime fear coming at her in reality.

Her fingers dug into the soft couch cushion a little as if she was bracing herself, expecting it to start right away, he was looking at her with such heat in his eyes. But he just the pills and another thin strip of black leather aside, confusing her by asking if she was ready to tell him yet, doubling over the belt in a most intimidating way that had her curl up even a little more on the couch as she looked up at him. He spoke to her with a loving voice but threatening words, hinting at what would come if she didn't tell him, and then snapping the belt loudly right in front of her, making her flinch and jump a little on the couch.

She blinked rapidly, looking at the belt, and then up at him. "I... I wanted...." What had she wanted? To be beaten with a belt? That had been her thought, just to get him off the subject. It would hurt, but he loved her she knew that. If she was strong she could handle it. And then he would comfort her wouldn't he? They would make love? Maybe he would carry her to his bed? And they would lie together afterward, cuddling and they would both know she loved him enough to let him use the belt on her like that. That would be enough, right? "I just thought..." But his eyes looked like that despite how much she feared the belt, and how much she was willing to sacrifice, Dominic still wanted what he wanted. Dominic always got what he wanted didn't he? It was part of what she loved about him when what he wanted was to protect her. But what about when he wanted to expose her most shameful inner fears? Or when he wanted to hurt her -- even if she herself had actually asked for it?

Erin thought for a moment, looking up at him. She nodded, stuck in silence and realizing she still loved him. No matter what. She could take the belt. For Dominic, she could take it. No matter how afraid she'd been of Chuck, she would do it for Dominic. But now the way he put it, she felt like it would be a punishment, not something he wanted to do with her, but something he needed to do to her, because he knew she was keeping things from her, things he wanted and felt entitled to. Wasn't he entitled? Didn't she owe him everything. Erin moaned softly in frustration as she struggled her way through her predicament.

It would hurt but she could handle the belt, if only she knew that Dominic was pleased with her, that it was a sign of their love, that when it was over he would be proud and comforting. But he looked like this was not like that, not if he had to hit her with it because she wasn't telling him. She stared down at his feet, feeling lost. How could she keep him happy, how could she end the day in his arms with a smile on his face without telling him what he wanted to know? She couldn't.

Finally she looked up at him, her voice heavy with nervous emotion and her eyes a little moist. Her eyes flicked to the belt and his face, her back pressed as far back against the couch as she could go. "Dominic, please... remember... I... this isn't fantasy... it's not... I mean, yeah, I think about this stuff, a lot, but it's because... because of stuff I never should of had to hear or experience, ok? Please, I know you say you won't but... but I'm... I'm begging you not to judge me... I don't want to be like this, I just can't help it, ok?" She paused for breath, staring at his shoes again, thinking of Chuck's shoes and then looking back up at Dominic's eyes which were so unlike Chuck's.

She let out a resigned sigh and started in a soft voice, wanting to say as little as possible, but knowing she couldn't keep it from Dominic. How much did he really want to know? "The worst of it was from Chuck, or at least he started it. Before the belt. He was such a jerk, always looking at me. You know. But... when I mouthed off the second time he came over, told him to keep his eyes on somebody his own age? He stood up -- I was sitting with a mustard sandwich for dinner at the table -- and it was like he was towering over me, standing really close but in the little nook there was nowhere for me to go. He... he told me if I mouthed off again, he'd... he'd make me clean his shoes, show me how to make myself useful. His eyes said a lot more than that.

"Two days later, I didn't do anything wrong except my mom was mad I didn't buy more toilet paper -- she didn't put it on the list but she was mad anyway -- and he was standing over me again and said he was going to make me clean the bathroom, make me live in there. And he reminded me about his shoes again." Erin took a deep breath but couldn't go on for a second.

"My mom, dragged him off and I heard them going at it, really loud and kinda, kinda violent. I went in my room and covered my ears cuz I didn't want to hear the things my mom was crying out or the way he called her... called her by m-m-my name. I felt so horrible, like everything was my fault, and that whole night I kept thinking of them... doing it... and what Chuck was going to do to me, cuz I believed him... and you see, he kept saying he would give me any equipment, just my... m-my tongue? And I was just lying there, listening for the sound of the floor creaking with his weight, waiting for him to come to my door. I knew it was all my fault, and like usual when I felt that bad, I... I was just doing the... doing what I had to so I could feel better, and just... anyway... the belt, the shoes, the bathroom... every new little thing a few of my mom's later boyfriends threatened me with in private, I never could stop lying in bed awake and worrying about them, knowing it was all my fault. I felt like I deserved it all, and yet it never happened, and I... I felt in my heart I was the reason my mom had to go through with so much with those men. She was a horrible human being... but only because of me." Erin was close to tears, her voice trembling as she couldn't say anymore. She hoped she'd said enough for him to understand, even if she hadn't used all the words Chuck had used, like lick and knees and more that had made even her mother gasp before dragging Chuck away from her and into her bedroom.

 

[DomG]

The sight of Erin curling up further on the couch, perhaps a little bit of fear and nerves causing her to curl with herself but that hardly mattered right then and there... it made him smile, seeing her naked form cowering before him was about the most pleasing thing that he could have seen at the moment, the only thing that would make it better for him was if she had knelt before him, still cowering, her head pressed to the ground as she offered herself to him. One thing at a time though, honesty from her was the first step, more insight into who she was would mean more control, the glimpses into the darkest corners of her mind, fantasies that were more then just fantasies but instead experiences that she had nearly had before, things she had avoided experiencing but had remained stuck in her mind for a while. As before he let her speak, standing where he had entered the room in the first place and letting the belt hang where it was, just carefully swinging back and forth as he listened.

Again her words were interesting and a picture was starting to form for Dominic, he was starting to understand a little more about how things were going to end up working out. The words that went unsaid were picked up on easily enough though and Dominic had an idea just what to say, to encourage her darkness so that it could be exploited while at the same time removing her guilt over it all, absolve her of guilt that she didn't need at all while at the same time ensuring she would be easily manipulated by him.

“Erin...” He whispered, stepping towards her, reaching out and gently brushing away the tears that were so close to falling. “I want you to understand something... a few things actually.” A theory he had about what was going on, more then just a theory really but he expected to open her up to him, leave her dependent on him. “First I want you to understand something about your mother and the men that she was seeing... none of it was something you wanted and none of it was your fault.” A smile, leaning down to brush his lips over her head. “She made some terrible life choices, she dates men who were little more then degenerate filth, men who were ready to prey on a vulnerable young woman.” Play up her innocence in all of this, make it clear to her how little control she had over it all. “I don't know the full details of your living situation Erin but you grew up with a mother who drank far to much and a father who wasn't around... this wasn't something you chose and it certainly wasn't your fault... that your mother even brought men like that around only went to show how unfit she was.”

Another little chuckle, a smile, his thumb brushing over her lips as he attempted to coax the slightest smile from her. “She tried to sell you to me... not that I need to buy what is already mine... but she asked for so little that you could call it insulting if it wasn't such a silly idea... though I shudder to think how long it would have been before one of the guys she brought home had a few hundred bucks laying around.” The moments humor, colored dark just to try to pull her closer to him, wanting to ensure she would cling to him.

A few seconds so she could collect her thoughts before Dominic spoke again, time to address her darkest desires and show her there was no reason to be ashamed. “Now you feel a little dirty because you would lay awake at night, unable to sleep because of these thoughts, horror mingling with arousal as you did the only thing you could to release.” The hand holding the belt rising, tracing the leather over her body before letting it drape across her back. “I think I know what that is.” He was going to give her his insight, let his thoughts reshape her own... convince her to embrace it.

“How many guys asked you out only to give up after being turned down once?” Rhetorical question, he had heard about it from plenty and while he knew that their words were likely part of why many were turned down he wanted to ensure that she learned his thoughts. “You tried to turn me down too but eventually you gave in... not just because I am persistent but because I am strong.” The hand that had been teasing her lips gripped her chin, holding her fast and forcing her to maintain eye contact. “The experiences you shared with me, the things that kept you up and mingled with your desires... they share in them an expression of someone strong taking charge of you, someone having power over you.” A gentle smile, matching the tone he spoke but not quite the words, there was no question in his voice nor was he going to allow her room for question.

“Some people take charge Erin, some people take pleasure in having power over another, while others submit, they gain pleasure from giving up their power... its a delicate balance because you can't have one without the other...” His words trailing off as his lips brushed hers, lingering for a moment.

“Earlier you used the word entitled.” He whispered, taking a step back from her. “An appropriate one... because you crave strength and control Erin, someone worthy that you could submit to.” His arms spreading, eyebrow raised, as though daring her to question his worth in that matter. “And I have been waiting to meet someone who was ready for what I have... a diamond in the rough... beautiful on her own but capable of becoming so much more in the right hands.” A glance to his hands, oh these were the hands and he would not let her doubt that. “Your every desire is going to come true Erin... the ones you have spoken and the ones that you can't even admit to yourself... but you held back from me earlier and I think we both know that there must be a consequence... so stand before me with your arms at your side... what follows will hurt but if you accept the consequence of your action then I promise to keep it brief and reward you once it is through.”

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Erin's glistening eyes stared up at Dominic from down on the couch, still nude and still in the collar he'd bought her but scarcely noticing any of that for the moment. Her entire focus was on the words she'd just let out for him to hear, and on him, intently watching his expression, almost cringing as she waited for the reaction she feared. His response was a whisper, his words kinder than she thought she deserved, but every word came wrapped in Dominic's incredible confidence and conviction that Erin found herself on the edge of believing him.

Could it be that it wasn't her fault? Dominic was right, she never wanted it, none of it. Her mom's misery started long before Erin ever forgot to change a lightbulb or ate the last of the cottage cheese. As far as Erin knew, it started with her birth, or even earlier with her mom's pregnancy, and Erin never asked for any of that, had even wished she'd never been born on more than one occasion, but that had never made her mom feel any better. But it didn't make any of it Erin's fault either. Dominic seems so sure of it that Erin sniffed and nodded just a little. Everything he said about her mom was so true, awful, but true.

Erin relaxed just the tiniest bit more as Dominic seemed to smile just a little at her nod, chuckling like he could sense even that smallest of shifts in her mood, like he had some hotline straight to her heart and all her feelings. But it was the brush of his thumb over her lips that caught her off-guard, so gentle it was hard to believe this was the same man wielding a leather belt in his other hand. Her breath carressed his thumb and her eyebrows rose as her need for him grew stronger than her linger embarrassment, the color in her cheeks warming her freckles, wanting even more of his touch, her lips suddenly so sensitive she could barely stand it.

Dominic just looked down at her, as if none of this fazed him at all. Erin tried to smile, but when he pointed out that just as much as her mom tried to basically sell her to her own boyfriend she could have sold her to any guy who would have bothered to put up a few hundred dollars, it just made her shudder. What if Chuck hadn't been such an unemployed drunk?

Erin blinked and looked up at him, feeling lucky to be with Dominic, realizing how close she came to something horrible. She didn't realize it but she wasn't curled up against the back cushion anymore, leaning just a little forward toward him, almost as if she were tempted to rest her head against his leg like a contented puppy. It was strange, especially given what they were talking about, and the way he was gently swishing the belt back and forth like he really meant to use it, but feeling Dominic's confidence and the way he spoke with such certainty just comforted her beyond words.

Erin's cheeks grew even hotter as he talked more about the deepest source of her embarrassment, how she lay awake turned on and touching herself even while she thought of the degrading things she couldn't get out of her head. He knew so much now, even looking away shyly and pretending she was like all the other normal girls was pointless.

Feeling the way he gently dragged the belt against her bare back, though, made Erin shiver and close her eyes ever so briefly. Is this what it felt like? The leather was warm from his hand, and so sturdy, thick and masculine like Dominic himself, not like the decorative belts she had to go along with a couple of her outfits. She'd been tempted to sneak into her mom's room when some of the men were sleeping, to feel the belts still in their pants and get some idea of what they felt like, to feel and touch what she was so afraid of, but she'd been too scared.

But was she afraid of Dominic? It didn't matter, she realized. Dominic wasn't giving her room to be afraid. He had decided, she could tell it so clearly in everything he was saying now, and the way he gripped her chin and forced her eyes to stay locked on his. Erin never really thought of herself the way he was describing, but everything he said made her insides quiver, and if she let herself relax just the tiniest bit she had to admit he was right. She nodded against his grip, her head not actually moving, admitting she craved his power, not just protecting her, but possessing her.

He bent down, his face closer, and closer. She couldn't pull away, his hand wouldn't allow it, but as the thought he was going to kiss her grew stronger and stronger, she didn't resist at all, practically relaxing into the control of his grip. HIs lips touched hers so lightly, like he was teasing her, her mouth opening with a small breath, her lips aching for more. As his lips pulled back from the deeper kiss she craved, Erin peered up at him. She felt it, a surge through her whole body, her bare exposed skin so sensitive she thought she could identify the how many seams were in the couch cushion just by feeling it under her. He was in control. He had the power, and if she had ever had any, somewhere along the line she had given it all to him. She breathed a shallow nervous breath, realizing she was in his hands. How much she had feared the things Chuck had threatened, anxiously waiting as each subsequent lover traipsed through her mom's trailer, so afraid one of them would do the things Chuck had told her she deserved. Was Dominic going to use the belt on her, for real? Make her fears come true? And she was just kissing him?

He stood with his arms open, like he would hug her if she were standing instead of sitting naked on the couch, daring her to judge him unworthy. She couldn't. If there was any man in the world she wanted to take the belt to her, to actually do what Chuck had only threatened, it was Dominic. She wanted to be his diamond in the rough, as he put it, to have Dominic polish her into exactly the beautiful gem she yearned to be for him, what he deserved. The way he held the belt made it clear to Erin it might hurt, but when had her life ever been easy? If there were a price, she always paid it, but for once she was with a man she trusted to be worth it.

She nodded, yes it was him, Dominic was worthy, he was the one. Erin still felt like words were beyond her, just the pounding of her heart to express how her life was changing so completely and just accepting it. She felt the love between them so strongly, felt it the hungry intensity of his gaze, in the warmth between her own legs. She wanted him, and he loved her, and life was beautiful even if it was scary.

But then came the hard part. The part that made her throat tighten up again. He reminded her she had held back the truth from him. No... no... she shook her head in pointless denial, feeling horrible, but remembering quite clearly how she'd tried to put him off with half truths. She hadn't trusted him, even after everything he'd done to earn her trust. Erin felt awful, like as worthy as he was, maybe she was the one who was unworthy.

He told her to stand up. Consequences. Erin stared at the floor, still shaking her head, not denying the facts but just wishing she hadn't behaved like that. Why couldn't she just have trusted him? Now he was upset, he knew she hadn't been straight with him. How could she earn his trust back? Consequences.

He slapped the belt, making her flinch and she looked up again. He told her to stand up, and her whole body suddenly filled with dread. He was going to use the belt. And as a punishment. "Dominic... I... I'm sorry, I know I let you down. I know I deserve it... I do. But I'm scared..." She looked up in his eyes, her whole naked body tense. He looked back at her with such certainty in his eyes, and such resolve, that she gave a little whimper of surrender. Was this what it felt like, for him to hold all the power? For him to be in complete control?

Erin was scared, her legs shaking as she found herself slowly pushing herself up to her feet. "Dominic?" But he said nothing. "I... I'm sorry. I just want you to know that. I won't hold back the truth from you again. I feel horrible. I'm sorry I lost your trust, please, I want to earn it back." She brought her hands down to her side, still facing him, her nipples strangely erect as she quivered nervously under his gaze. All her imaginings came back to her, reminding her how much she was afraid it would hurt, but she tensed her fingers against her bare thighs so her hands wouldn't make it worse by leaving the position he wanted.

"Ok..." She wanted to tell him again how scared she was, to hope he would take pity on her, go easy on her, but in her heart Erin knew she didn't deserve that. With her voice soft and catching fearfully, she stared at the belt in his hand, and then at his eyes. "Do I... where are you going to... I mean... do I turn around or...?" Erin felt foolish, trying to offer herself properly for the belt and not even knowing how even after years of imagining it.

 

[DomG]

Her words made him smile, she was so ready to submit to him, she was giving him exactly what he wanted as she rose to her feet and Dominic twitched his wrist a little bit, letting the let twist and curl a little bit, enjoying the feel of it in his hand and wanting to have a good idea for its weight and heft, wanting to be able to hurt her and leave marks upon her skin, tears welling in her eyes, and cries of pain catching in her throat... but he didn't want to hurt her too much. There was a fine line that needed to be watched carefully, he knew it would be so easy to get carried away once he had started to do what he had been fantasizing about for so very long... he would need to take care and proceed slowly. Ionic considering just how eager he always was just to press the peddle flat to the floor of the car and see just how fast he could go.

“Erin...” He said slowly, smiling at the sight of her as she stood there and slowly looking her over, moving around her, reaching out and tracing the tips of his fingers over her skin, letting the touch linger on her moistened little slit, out to catch her attention before the actual punishment started. “You haven't lost my trust at all, if I trusted you anything less then completely then I wouldn't be having you move in.” Stepping back, folding the belt over in his hand. “You did disappoint me though, I want you to be honest with me at all times, I want you to know that you can trust me... now just stand where you are and I will take care of what comes next... you can cry out if you like and I promise that I won't go any further then necessary... and if you handle this like I know you can then there will be pleasure once it is all over.”

A few moments of silence, giving her a moment to prepare herself for what was to come before his arm raised, flexed, and then swung from the shoulder, bringing the belt cracking across her ass, working to ensure that both cheeks were struck at the same time, carrying the blow through and stopping to give Erin a moment to react to it all. He wanted to hear her cry of pain, he wanted to see the tears about to fall and enjoy the entire experience. The pause didn't last for long though, soon followed up by a backhand swing that brought the belt back up again, hearing it crack as it struck against her modest tits, then down once more against the same point.

Another pause, a chance for Erin to catch her breath and for Dominic to examine what he had done to her, to enjoy the sight before him, his cock was so hard he was certain that it might be moments from splitting open his jeans, straining against the material. Of course he wasn't done just yet, oh he could do this for hours, but he would need to refrain from that impulse. Unable to help himself Dominic reached out for her, brushing fingers over the red mark he had left on her breasts, feeling the heat radiating from that point.

Then he started again, his fingers still on her flesh even as the belt fell once more, repeatedly lashing over her ass, her lower back, and the tops of her thighs. His breathing was heavy, strained, he wanted her right then and there but he was caught up in the enjoyment of the moment, savoring each and every sensation there was for him, the sight and sounds of the pain that she was in. It was after the thirteenth blow that Dominic finally stopped once more, so caught up in the experience that he had nearly lost control of himself, might have even gone a little to far. The belt fell from his hand then, seeing how hard Erin had worked to stay on her feet, how close she was to collapsing, stepping forward to grab her and keep her on her feet, a supporting and tight embrace. “Thats it...” He whispered, his voice thick with excitement, this was everything that he had ever desired, it was the fantasy that no one had ever been capable of fulfilling. Carefully he lifted her from her feet, scooping her up into his arms, moving to carry her up into his bedroom though taking a moment to grab the bottle of pills and the leash, a little awkward carrying them all but he managed without any difficulty. “Now you have experienced that dark little fantasy and you know that it isn't too terrible.” A brush of his lips over her temple. “And I think you earned the reward that I promised you... but I wonder what it is you might want.” Of course he knew but he wanted her to say it aloud.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Her body felt so hot as she stood still, her hands at her side, watching him circle her, eying her nakedness. The collar felt so tight around her throat, but she didn't touch it. Dominic kept talking to her, like he wanted to calm her, but it didn't help. It only added kindling to the fire already burning in her body, right under the blush on her skin. And his little touches, accidental caresses here and there, at her hip, her belly, just under her breast, all of them like little matches tossed on top of what was threatening to consume her like an inferno. She gasped and shivered with each little touch, even flinching a little as she constantly expected the next one to be the sharp crack of the belt. But she just stood there, too fascinated by the belt twisting and curling with every teasing flick of his wrist, too entranced by Dominic and the power she felt radiating from him to disobey him even despite her fear, trembling ever so slightly as she waited for the belt to strike.

Dominic was smiling, but it was no reassurance that he wasn't really going to hurt her. It looked to Erin more like a smile that said he was happy he was finally going to get to. It made her burn even hotter inside, grateful at least it was her making him smile, making him want her at least for something, keeping him circling her in an orbit like he was a planet circling the heat of her sun. If she could handle this, if she could let him whip her with the belt without stumbling from the room in tears ready to go back to her mother, surely he would have to let her stay with him, wouldn't he? His fingers drifted between her naked thighs, finding her wet and ready for something else entirely, and Erin worried her body didn't have a clue what he was really about to do, as if all her muscles were trembling from lust not fear, and expectations of his cock inside her rather than a painful whipping. Or maybe she just didn't care which it was, just having Dominic's intense attention, having him close and watching her enough for her, even if her protector wanted to hurt her at least he was near.

His words drifted to his disappointment with her, and Erin's eyes grew just a little remorseful along with the other emotions blazing in them. She nodded weakly in agreement, wanting him to know she would be honest with him, that she really meant it now, that she would do everything she could to be worthy of his trust. She didn't say any of it with words, not wanting to interrupt him, but she hoped it was clear to him from her naked body standing obediently for what the doubled over belt in his hand promised, the heat he must see on her bare skin, the quivering, hip-squirming way she struggled with the anticipation he just kept building and building until she thought that might be a punishment all by itself.

Finally he stood silent, just off to the side behind her. Erin wrestled with the urge to turn, to look at him, to know if he was raising his arm with his eyes searching her skin for a delicate target. But she stood still, wanting so badly to show him she could be what he wanted, and how badly she regretted her less-than-honest behavior. The collar grew tighter and tighter around her neck with every breath as her body tensed uncontrollably, as if his hand was at her throat slowly squeezing, reminding her he was in control.

It happened to fast for her to understand the sounds, a quick whistle sound, the slightest grunt of exertion from Dominic, and a terrifying loud crack of hard against soft, leather against flesh. And the sound of her sharp cry, raw and uncontrolled as her bottom hurt like she'd never even imagined. Her scream was loud, as if all the energy of the swing of his arm and belt lashed at her bottom, and then traveled all through her body to her lungs where its only escape was her cry of pain. Erin's body jerked forward just a little, swaying from the aftermath of the blow, her bottom buzzing. She bit her lip, swallowing the last of her cry. Dominic's last words were still on her mind and she wanted to show him she could "handle" this, wanting so badly to be worthy of his pleasure.

But it was hard. Now she knew. All those years she'd fantasized about it, lying in bed with her hands between her legs under the sheets, unable to sleep as she imagined Chuck or other men beating her with that belt, the one with the silver buckle Chuck had worn that day. Now she knew how it really hurt, way beyond the pain of trying to slap herself those few times. It was so much sharper, so much hotter, so much more intense. But the biggest difference was she wasn't struggling, wasn't held down by a man she hated, but was standing willingly to let a man she loved more than anything do it to her. Somehow that made all the difference, helping her hold her position as she got herself steadied again, resisting the urge to try to rub away the streak of pain on her bottom and just keeping her hands at her side like he said.

Dominic waited, just watching her intently, like a gentleman, giving her a chance to gather herself and Erin couldn't help a small smile of love and appreciation for his considerate nature. She took a small breath and gave a small nod to let him know she was ready even though it still hurt. It would be pointless to wait for the hurt to go away, she knew. It was supposed to hurt.

She kept her eyes on Dominic's so she wouldn't have to see the belt, so the way it slashed upward with a backhanded motion from the end of his last stroke, not even bothering to reset himself, was a complete shock. Erin shrieked like a wounded animal as the belt made a sharp snap against the underside of her exposed breasts, just below the nipples. It was beyond pain, it was agony and shock and a soul-deep feeling of betrayal that made her hop up on her toes and arch backward, her face turning away like she'd been slapped. It felt like he'd destroyed her little breasts. How could he have hit her there? What kind of mistake was this? Even before she could settle back down from her toes, before she could get control of her hands rising partway in front of her, Erin's shriek was turning into a deep sob of pain as her eyes turned back to him with a wounded expression that all but begged him to be more careful.

He didn't wait this time, not even for a second. She wasn't even back flat on her feet, her hands still fluttering indecisively in front of her stomach, still struggling with her conflicting instincts of self-preservation and loving obedience to Dominic. It didn't matter, because the third blow came before she could have done anything about it, lashing right back down across the top of her breasts, laying a second blazing red line of pain across her chest like he was trying to see how close to her nipples he could get without actually knocking them off. It was on purpose, he'd hit her breasts on purpose, hurting her so much worse than she imagined possible. Her sobs rose to a crescendo, a scream only slowly subsiding back down to breathless sobs as her wounded chest heaved for every shuddering breath.

Dominic was starting at her chest with fascination, and her hands were nearly at her breasts, ready to cover herself if he struck again, as much as she tried to control herself. She had fully intended to try to handle her punishment, just like he wanted, but she never dreamed it could be like this. Erin saw his arm relax with the belt, though, and her hands settled down as she stared at his examination of what he'd done to her, choking back sobs as she thought maybe it was over. "Oh God... Oh God, Oh Dominic... ohhhh." It hurt, hurt so bad, but his hands were on her, touching where she hurt, making it worse and better at the same time. As his hands touched her bright marks of pain her body recoiled a little, not that it mattered to him, and she sucked in a sharp breath of extra pain, grimacing as she tried to hold still. "Please... it hurts so much.... Please Dominic..." But his fingers just stroked her breasts, like he was tracing the lines of pain, adding even more painful heat to the fire burning on her soft wounded flesh.

The look in his eyes was something to behold for Erin, though. The cruelty of his last two blows was still there, she could see it. But he was utterly completely absorbed with the aftermath of what he'd done -- to her. As much as he'd reduced her entire world to intense, unbearable cracks of pain across her breasts, her attention still helplessly focused on the agony of each breath's subtle motions under his caressing fingers, Dominic seemed just as absorbed -- with her. She was the center of his universe in this moment. He was looking at her like he was in some fancy art museum and she was the Mona Lisa or Venus de Milo, like he couldn't take his eyes or his fingers off her. How could she be angry for what he'd done? How could she be upset when he loved her this much?

Erin stood still, gasping and rocking back and forth on her heels a little and twisting this way and that as his fingers explored and found hidden little pockets of undiscovered flame on her marked breasts. She let him, let him indulge himself in her pain. She deserved it. She knew she'd been wrong, knew he was right to do his to her. But most of all, she wanted to feel his eyes on her like this for the rest of her life, like she wasn't just the most beautiful girl in school, or the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen or stroked, but like she was the perfection of feminine beauty, like no one could possibly interest him, no lingerie store checkout tramp or taunting cheerleader with a bigger chest than hers. Even her small breasts looked perfect reflected in his eyes right now.

Dominic's hand was still caressing her wounded breasts when Erin noticed a subtle shift in his position. Her arms were already down at her side, relaxed as she thought her punishment was over, when suddenly his body jerked a little and there was another sharp crack against her bottom. His hand and arm across her chest caught her as she rocked forward from the shock of the painful lash of the belt across the first marking still red on her bottom. "Yiiiayyayyyy" she cried out, leaning forward into him and almost panting with pain she hadn't expected. This time, though, her hands didn't reach for the pain to try to block anymore. Dominic was still stroking the blazing marks on her breasts with fascination, his love still so obvious, and her hands reached for him, holding onto him and pressing her forehead against his shoulder as she gasped in pain.

There was no delay, no gap at all between the blows. Again and again he slashed the belt down against her bottom. Some blows marked her right across the curviest part of her butt, where it made the pain a little worse as her soft firm flesh jiggled a little in response. Some hit a little higher, almost to the small of her back, hurting with less padding to protect her. Other blows fell against the underside of her bottom, even against the tops of her thighs. They all hurt, each blow feeling unique, a special and particular pain she would never ever forget. She sobbed, then yelped, then screamed in pain as it got worse and worse. She lost count, her eyes closed tight and tears leaking out against his shoulder. She held onto him tighter and tighter, her head pressed against him, her body jerking and her breasts pressing harder in to his other arm as he just kept the pain raining down on her backside.

With every lash of the belt Erin fought the temptation to drop to the floor and cower, to protect herself from it. She deserved it. He loved her. Let him. He knew what he was doing, knew what she needed. It hurt it hurt it hurt, oh God it hurt! But Dominic loved her. She held him tighter, clung to him as he beat her with the belt, doing everything she could to "handle" it the way he said. She was crying like a little girl, her legs starting to buckle, desperately afraid she couldn't handle it, like she couldn't measure up to what Dominic wanted and crying even harder because of that fear, when he finally paused.

Erin didn't move, didn't protect herself, afraid it wasn't over but just another interval for him to admire the artistic perfection of his markings all over the curves of her back and bottom and legs. She could feel the heat, burning like a forest first, too lost in the pain with her head against his shoulder to have a clue whether his eyes were drinking her in or looking for somewhere new to hit her, somewhere he'd missed that still needed to be punished. She moaned into his shoulder. She could take one more. She gritted her teeth and told herself she could take one more for him, that was it. "Ok," she whispered weakly into his shoulder, letting him know she was ready.

She heard the sound of the belt and her body flinched against him and she yelped, startled, before she realized it had fallen to the floor rather than against her body. It all sank in at once and she felt the world spinning around her. She clung to his arm as tight as she could but she still felt herself slipping, like he'd finally taken every last ounce of strength she had from her. Erin had never fainted before but she felt like she was about to, like her body was about to thump into the floor. Would he be upset she hadn't handled it? Would he think she wasn't trying hard enough? That she gave up? She moaned desperately, fingers clutching at him as her knees started to give way but there was nothing she could do.

Suddenly her body hung limp as a rag doll in his embrace. Erin felt his strong arms catch her and hold her, and his own voice whispered with as much emotion as she felt, "That's it." She moaned again, her eyes closing with relief. Her punishment was over. She made it. His arms swept her up, the world rotating sideways as he scooped her up and held her against his chest. Erin winced as every little line of pain flared anew, but looked with love back at his eyes, their faces so close he could kiss her right now if he wanted to, even though she could barely breath with how bad she hurt.

Fortunately, as he started walking with those long, Dominic-strides of his, none of the marks across her bottom or her chest were directly in contact with his arms. Erin wouldn't have been able to take that. She still felt the belt's bite, still flaring and pulsing hot on her skin. There was a slight dip in his stride and she saw him catch up the pills and the other little leather strap, and Erin hoped that wasn't for giving her a few more lashes. She would feel horrible if she ended up passing out from that little thing hitting her after all she'd already gone through for him. Did he know she loved him? Could he tell how hard it was for her? Or was he used to girls that could somehow just take whatever he dished out? She didn't know if she was weak or strong, soft or tough. She just knew she hurt but it all felt like Dominic's love burning hot all through her.

He carried her up some stairs, a familiar path. She remembered the hall, remembered what room was at the end. He was whispering to her, like his words were just for her. Something about dark fantasy, not too terrible. Erin shuddered softly in his arms and held onto his neck a little tighter. What would terrible be like?

She felt so lucky to have Dominic, though. He was so sensitive, his lips lightly kissing her head just to the side of her eyes, her tears still a little damp under his lips. He could tell how she felt, knew her perfectly. She could tell, and it meant everything to her. He whispered a little more of the reward he promised and she had forgotten. The way he'd looked at her with such love, the warm pride and approval she felt being carried in his arms had felt like her reward. But the way Dominic looked at her made Erin realize he had more in mind.

He asked her what she wanted, and just the question made her moan a little, her lips parted so close to his. Erin felt weak, utterly limp, hurting more than she'd thought possible. And yet inside she felt desire burning hotter than ever, craving Dominic, needing his reassurance pressed deep and thick into her body, telling her everything was ok, telling her the punishment was over, that she was forgiven, that he loved her. She felt his body jerk a little and heard the thump of his foot against a door. She knew which door without even looking, her eyes only on his. "I want you Dominic. You're my reward." She whispered softly too, her own words just a little more halting than his as her breath was recovering only slowly from the exertion of the belt against her. "I want..." She smiled a little coyly, the curve of her lips just a little tight from the pain she still felt. "I want you inside me." She looked back at him, almost shivering under the intensity of his gaze. "I'm just worried you'll break me. There's not much left of me at this point but red marks. But I want you. I want to feel you snap me in two I think. Finish me." The more she said those things, the more she wanted, as if the thought of him taking her hard enough to hurt, to actually break her, was as much a craving of his love as the belt's beating. Focus on me, she thought. Let me be the center of your world, until it breaks me. She wanted to be everything he needed. Just the two of them. And if she did break, she knew he could tape her back together and do it again.

 

[DomG]

She was perfection itself, there was no other way that Dominic could possibly describe Erin... what would he need from the clerk of an adult store or some slutty cheerleader that Erin couldn't give him? He had just beaten her with a belt, left red marks all across her body, she was on the verge of tears, and where just about any other young woman would have fought, kicked, and screamed as they tried to get away from him Erin had allowed him to lift her without much even a hint of a struggle. Straight up to his bedroom which was soon to be their bedroom... even if his parents insist that she take the guest room for the sake of appearances Dominic intended to have her in his bed every night... teacher her to wake him up with a blow job.

Dominic could do just about anything he wanted to her at this point, he had separated her from her mother which hadn't been all that hard, gotten her to confess her darkest and most terrible desire to him, and then used one of her darkest fantasies to punish her for not being entirely honest with him right away. There was nothing that he couldn't do to Erin... the more time he spent with her the more ideas came to him... and as she lay back on his bed and begging him to break her. Oh there was one way to break her all at once, one way to enjoy himself beyond anything else. He had just indulged her dark fantasy, how could she possibly deny him what it was that he wanted. “I think I can help you out.” He said with a small smile on his face, watching her as she lay back on the bed, enjoying the contrast of the redness of the marks he had left on her flesh and the natural paleness of her skin with its light hint of freckles. “I will fuck you Erin... I am going to break you.” Leaning in over her, brushing his lips over hers, so tender when he was about to hurt her so much more. Reaching down he picked up the leash that he had grabbed earlier, slipping it onto her collar and letting it just lay there for a moment, the leather of the leash draped over her body and following the gentle, subtle curves.

Moving away from her he walked to his dressed, pulling open one of the drawers and rummaging through it for a moment before pulling out a small bottle of clear, thick fluid, holding it at his side as he made his way back over to Erin, grabbing her legs and pulling her down the bed so that her hips were at the edge and her ass was hanging over. Lifting both her legs, catching her ankles in one hand he worked to undo his jeans one handed, it took a moment but soon he was stepping out of them, smiling down at Erin from the side of her legs as he took the bottle that he had grabbed earlier and slowly poured a good measured of the cool fluid onto her ass, doing his best to ensure that the puckered little hole was covered in a generous amount.

Then his cock, pouring even more of the thick liquid onto his cock to ensure it was well lubricated, not wanting to cause her any more pain then the penetration would cause her by itself... cruelty had to be done in increments and even with the new found power he would take it slowly. “This is going to hurt Erin.” He warned her, shifting and starting to press his cock to her ass, letting his weight slowly sink down on her. “I am going to break you... and when I am done breaking you I will rebuild you, reshape you... because you deserve nothing less then everything I have.”

There was no sudden powerful thrust, no massive press, but instead just a slow increase of pressure ad he pressed down on her, letting his weight settle onto her a little bit at a time, feeling the resistance, her body not wanting to accept the intrusion. “You can thrash if you like Erin.” He assured her with a smile, half hoping that she might actually struggle against his desires, nothing she could do to resist him or his needs. “But relaxing might help make this a little easier.”

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Erin winced as she looked up at him from where she lay back on his bed, and couldn't help worrying the heat of the belt marks lining her delicate backside might even enflame the blanket. He was still dressed, as neat and handsome as the moment they'd set out for the mall. While she was naked. And feeling the awful whipping he'd administered -- that she'd even begged for and more or less willingly accepted -- made her feel even more naked than naked under his gaze. Erin tried not to squirm because of the pain of any movement or contact against the painful red marks his belt had given her, but looking up at him, standing over her like he owned her, it was hard to be still. His belt had hurt her so much that she was worried he might have damaged it on her. It was a nice belt.

There was no way Erin could know how Dominic picked that perfect moment to bend down and and kiss her so gently and tenderly and perfectly that it took her breath away. He might have done it just to help her deal with the pain he'd inflicted on her. Or maybe just because he loved her. As Erin kissed him back, she assumed it was both. It was an easy assumption to make given they way he breathed of his intention to fuck her as his lips closed in on hers. Well, to break her. But Erin knew what he meant. He loved her.

Then, before rising back up over her, he reached for the long leather strip he'd brought with him, and Erin felt the firm click as Dominic snapped it to the little metal ring at her throat. As he stood over her, staring down at her, breathing heavily, she could feel the heat of his gaze on her bare skin every bit as much as she could feel the dog leash snaking from her throat, down between her wounded whipped breasts, playing connect the dots with the freckles on her belly, with the little handle trailing across her shaved mound and down between her parted thighs.

Something about the light contact, right there between her legs, and his whispered promise of course, had her trembling with lust for him as much as from pain at what he'd already done to her. Her plea was barely more than a hoarse whisper of lust, "Please, I don't even care about my overdue pill, take me, please, right now, I need you Dominic."

Erin actually groaned with something approached despair, the sight of him turning away from her desperate plea hurting her almost as much as his belt had. Feeling so alone on the bed, she couldn't see what he was doing at his dresser, but all she knew was that whatever it was, it wasn't fucking her. Fucking her. Erin was shocked to realize how her mind was starting to talk the way life sounded in the trailer. But she really needed Dominic to fuck her right now, not just make gentle love to her. She needed him to finish what his belt had started, and make her feel like she was his, totally his.

Whatever Erin might have expected, a clear little plastic bottle wasn't what she expected him to come back with. But she was just glad he came back. With Dominic back at the foot of the bed, she didn't complain that he didn't immediately climb on top of her, and instead just took a firm grip of each ankle, and pulled her toward him across the bed. Dominic dragged her like a wishbone across a thanksgiving table, making her wince and moan with pain, but thankfully he didn't actually making a wish and break her, not yet at least - since, obviously, he knew he doesn't have to wish for what he wants from Erin anymore. It's all his already. Erin cried out softly as her punished backside was dragged across the mattress, until she could feel the edge of the bed against one particularly painful red welt on her bottom. She didn't struggle or try to kick free though, despite the pain, because even if he wasn't fucking her, he was touching her. And they were closer.

Now practically right beneath him, still leashed and breathing hard again as if he'd just given her another stroke or two with the belt, she watched with fascination as he managed to unbuckle his pants and get them down with something close to her own sense of urgency. And there it was. She could see his cock spring free, almost majestic in Erin's eyes. She gasped at the sight of it, every bit as thick and hard as she remembered it, her eyes eagerly taking in every detail of its power, all veins and ridges and penetrating thickness where it mattered most.

Slowly pouring the bottle between her legs was not what Erin had expected, not as she stared at his shaft, so obviously eager and ready to bury itself deep inside her. It trickled, and dribbled, thick and slick. First, a bit pooling right around the area where she was already so wet and ready for him, but as he poured, most of it seemed to either drib and dribble, or actually land further down, slickening her between her cheeks. He poured even a little more down there, where only his finger has dared go, and suddenly she tensed. She remembered the feeling, and then Erin blushed deep and hot. She look into his eyes, seeing how intent he was. The slippery feeling near her clenching tightness, where she'd least expected it, was no accident. Her heart pounded nervously as she gasped her realization, "so I guess I don't need that pill right now anyway?"

She moaned, afraid, but so committed, so in love as she watched him pouring the same fluid on his beautiful thick cock. She knew she was trembling, scared, her slender legs spread and folded back with the grip of his free hand holding one leg bent back, while her other foot rested lightly against his hip, keeping that leg from straightening as well. Her hips were right there at the end of the bed, so available to him.

Erin could feel the fearful tears starting to well up in her eyes, but refused refuse to sob. At least not yet. This was what Dominic wanted, every fiber of her being, so connected to his, knew it. So Erin wanted it too, or at least tried to, no matter how bad she feared it might get. He said it would hurt, and she knew by now to believe him when Dominic said things like that. He didn't joke around about hurting her.

This was going to hurt, and she knew it. Erin's eyes lost control of her tears and they rolled hot and silent down her blushing, freckled cheeks as he turned to her. She could see how hard he was. So painfully thick. For her. He wanted her -- on his terms of course, but he wanted her -- wanted to hurt her, and knew she loved him so much he didn't have to be afraid she would run. Erin realized he loved her and trusted her with his deepest needs. She had to trust him too, and try not to cry any more than she had to. Her eyes looked back with love at his gaze drifting up and down at across her leashed and collared body laid out before him, legs spread for him, for her lover.

Finally Erin's legs were in his hands again, both hands, being pushed back, spreading her even a little more, raising her red striped bottom and exposing her. He took complete control, one slender ankle in each strong hand, pushing her legs back until she felt like an origami version of herself, his eyes making her feel so folded and beautiful, no matter how uncomfortable it was. His weight lay heavy on her, but she didn't care. She could still breathe, more or less. Enough at least. But more importantly, she could feel him now, on top of her, pressing down, and felt his thick shaft, so thick, so slick, sliding between her lewdly lubricated folds, so tantalizingly close to the pleasure she doubted he intened to give her that it made her shiver. Instead he reached and guided himself right to the spot he wanted, but not where she yearned for him.

Erin's hands gripped the crumpled bed sheets at her sides even tighter, struggling with the intense desire to reach for him, to feel his girth in her small hand and raise his sights ever so slightly to bring him back to her heaven where he'd been so close, rather than threatening her tight hell. But she tried so hard not to resist him and what he wanted. Her body was her gift. It was his now, not hers, to do with as he pleased. Instead, one hand just went softly to his cheek, maybe softly and lovingly enough to remind him he could change his mind still, if he wanted. The fingers of her other hand could only rest lightly on his thick arm, feeling his strength, making it so obvious to Erin that it wouldn't matter if she tried to struggle. How could she possibly fight such strength?

Her eyes just latched onto the comfort of his eyes on her as he pushed down. It hurt. It was hard to breath. Her belt marks were a blazing agony against the rough bedding material, and against his body and even from the touch of her own smooth knees pressing into her painfully marked breasts. But more than any of that, was the inexorable press of his shaft, pushing, pressing against her tight resistance. It didn't hurt exactly, not like the whipping, not at first. But with every passing second, it grew a little worse, a little more insistent. She moaned in fear, and her grip on his arm tightened, her green eyes going wide as she stared up at him on top of her, feeling her well-lubricated bottom starting to ache, to stretch a little, slowly and painfully losing the battle with this intruder that couldn't possibly fit inside her, not in this tight cavity at least.

It hurt, and she couldn't stop one soft sob as her slim shoulders shook slightly in despair. And then another. She looked up at him tearfully, the one hand on his cheek now around his neck, pulling him to her, holding on for dear life as Erin realized there was no way he could possibly fit, no matter how much she wanted to make him happy. "Dom... Dom... ohhh... oh Dom..." she whispered between her sobs. Erin moaned softly, her bottom hurting even more, feeling him slipping a little more, just a little, enough to make her gasp and wince and cling to him even harder. "I can't." She cried, shaking her head, feeling him start to open her, forcing her painfully open. "Dom... Dom... I can't.... you're too big... too big..." She moaned, a butterfly being skewered by a telephone pole. Erin could feel her legs pushing back against his weight bearing down on her, and was ashamed of herself, but she couldn't help it. It hurt. He couldn't fit. He was going to rip her apart. She shook her head, tears running uncontrollably, in such pain, the welts on her soft back and Dominic's thick hard cock relentlessly forcing itself into her bottom. She cried. And clung to him with one hand while futiliely trying to push him away with the other. "Dom... I can't... too tight... so painful..." Slow motion torture, and it felt like he was still nowhere near as deep inside her as even his finger had been. He showed no sign of stopping though, just pressing even harder, making her groan and cry and wriggle uselessly beneath him even more as he slowly, slowly stretched her. And reassuring her she could struggle if she wanted to, but she should just relax to make it easier. Relax. There wasn't a single muscle or nerve in her body that was relaxed, and she was miserable.

 

[DomG]

Dominic wasn't unaware of the pain that Erin was in and he certainly wasn't ignoring it. No, he could read her expression like an open book with the text in bold print, each and every wince was as clear as day to him. The way her hands griped the bed, the tenseness of her body, even the subtle changes in the way she was breathing as her body was pulled over bed and the marks left by his belt were tormented by the sensation.

Dominic relished in the pain that he was causing her, in the knowledge that he had caused her to suffer and she was still offering her body to him in any way that he might desire, not a moments hesitation. Perhaps that would change shortly but it was far to late for Erin to back down now, there was no retreat from where she now found herself. As his weight eased down on her, his cock pressing into her tight backside, his eyes locked on her face so that he might savor the suffering she was experiencing. Erin wasn't the first young woman who had suffered for his pleasure but she was a special one, she was offering the suffering of her own free will. Even as she clung to him, pulling his body closer to hers while alternatively trying to push him away, he could feel the tears running from her eyes and it brought a smile to his face.

In that moment, the mask slipped.

For his entire life Dominic had been playing along with a role that was expected of him, true he misbehaved and acted out but it was always within the bounds of what was expected from him, what he knew he would be able to get away with.



Stealing a car and crashing it, his parents had the money to make it all go away.



Getting kicked out of a boarding school because he had been caught in bed with the daughter of the headmaster, he could always go to a new school.



Even the cruelty in previous relationships had always been tightly controlled, pushing some spoiled young woman past what she was comfortable with was always done carefully so that he wouldn't loose control.

But with Erin, her own mother wouldn't care what he was doing to her, there was no need to maintain control over himself. As his cock sank deeper into her ass and he groaned at the sensation, Dominic knew that he could do whatever he wanted to this girl and she wouldn't properly fight against him. For a moment his hands flexed, moving to grasp her body and squeeze tightly, imagining for an instant that they were wrapped around her throat and choking her until she passed out. He could do that, it was tempting, to leave her body limp and unconscious while he continued to fuck her... but that would spare her the pain.

No, he needed her to experience this in its entirety, he needed her to suffer for no reason beyond his own pleasure.



“I love your ass.” He half growled into her ear, finally feeling his hips press against her shapely rear, knowing that he was fully sheathed within her. “Your cunt is absolutely fantastic but your ass is perfection, I might never fuck you any other way.” Shifting his body he raised himself up from her so that he could look into her eyes as he taunted her with the possibility, knowing that she hated this experience and that only made it all the better. “Would you like that, having my cock deep in your ass every day?”

To punctuate the question, wanting to make sure she knew that her answer wasn't all that important, he began to move. It was slow at first, pulling back just an inch before he pressed back into her, repeating the motion and pulling further out with each thrust. It didn't take long, though he was trying to be patient so that he could savor her pain, Dominic could only restrain himself for so long, soon he was fucking her with long and powerful strokes, not moving too quickly but instead making sure he put his weight behind each thrust forward, feeling the bed rock, feeling her body twist beneath his even as he held her in place.

And his face, his face had changed. Nothing particularly dramatic, the set of his jaw and the light behind his eyes being slightly off, giving Erin a proper glimpse at what no one else had ever seen... Dominic as he truly was.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Erin sobbed in pain as Dominic sank into her bottom's painful tight embrace, deeper, and deeper still, until finally she could feel the warmth of his pelvis actually pressed against her. She moaned through her tears, her mind struggling to somehow synch up the two thoughts inside her: the joy of just how much of him was now buried inside her, and the discomfort he was causing her. "Please... wait... wait..." No matter how much she loved him, Erin didn't know how much more she could take. She clung to him, and begged with soft little whimpers in his ear for him just to wait, not to move, not to hurt her anymore, not yet.

As she felt him pause, Erin looked up through her tears to his eyes, feeling him pulse hard and thick inside her, yet struggling to find in his expression any of the love he obviously must feel for her. She reached up with one hand, through her pinned legs, and touched his cheek. Carressed his strong cheek as another tear ran down her own. His shoulder and back felt so strong and capable as her other hand stroked him. "Please... no more... I can't... just... please Dom, just wait..." Erin kept her tense body so utterly still, any movement at all just making it hurt even more. The only thing she could bear was gazing up at him as he held himself inside her, his body weighing heavily on hers, pressing down into her. Loving her, even if it hurt. If there was one thing Erin knew after years in the trailer, it was that love hurt.

He didn't say he loved her. But it made her smile for the most fleeting of second just to hear him say he loved her ass. Erin knew what he meant. "I love you too," she whispered through her pain. He complimented her cunt too, and Erin blinked a little in despair at the frustration of realizing he loved that part of her so much, but was choosing to ignore the pleasure he could give her there anyway. She could feel how ready she was for him there, how she ached for him, to feel him fill her, fill her the way she needed him, where she needed him, where she was so wet and eager for him. But he loved her ass even more? Erin moaned, trying to make sense of all the complexity that was this man she loved, trying to understand his love.

When he told her he might never fuck her any other way but like this, painful and deep in her ass that he apparently thought was so perfect, and then asked if she would like that, Erin was flustered. Emotions fluttered all through her body, thinking of him wanting to fuck her again and again and again, a future together, even if it was only this awful and excruciating intimacy. He was speaking of a life with him, close to him, in his arms, her man inside her, taking pleasure from her. Erin struggled with the fear of how much pain that would be. A lifetime of her pain in exchange for his pleasure. She could feel her need wanting him that much more, the more she thought about it, making her hate being hurt and ignored even more, and yet her body gripped him tight and gave him pleasure no matter what she thought about it. Erin tried so hard not to deny, to ignore the pain, and only tell him yes, but she was already shaking her head while the tears leaked out as she looked up into his eye from where she lay contorted and groaning beneath him. But she quickly whispered "yes... yes... I love you so much.... yes..." feeling herself grip him even tighter and more painfully as her heart and mind fought a losing battle, that in the end only her love for him could possibly win. Of course he wouldn't really do that to her. He loved her too much, she knew that. But if he did, no matter that her heart hated the thought of it so much she couldn't stop herself from shaking her head no, she needed him to know she loved him. And that she would give him that. "I would love it." Love is such a complicated word.

Then he started to move. She didn't feel his weight lift, or free her trapped legs. But she could tell he was moving. Oh could she tell. She groaned, a soft excruciating groan as she felt his hips pull back, just his hips, just a little. But he moved. And it wounded her to the core. Erin bit her lip and blinked back the tears, not looking away from him. Dominic was moving inside her, hurting her, but loving her. And she groaned, feeling her tears get the best of her, but trying so hard to be brave, like a big girl, like a woman. She clung to her man, clung to Dominic as he made love to her. Even if it wasn't the way she would have chosen, giving her pain instead of pleasure, it was love. She had made him this hard. It was her that he wanted. He was loving her. And Erin gritted her teeth and held her eyes on his and hoped he could see how much she loved him too in the way she looked at him, even if she was crying more than she would have liked.

"Dom... Dom...." She moaned, and groaned, and sobbed his name. Each time a little louder, each time a little more desperate, as the length and pain of his slow thrusts in and out of her aching body hurt her even more. She clung to him, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back and neck, clinging to him because there was no other way she could possibly take this for him. "Please... Dom..." She moaned. "Tell me I feel good?" She pleaded softly, needing to know he loved this, like he loved her, that her pain was making him happy. She searched his eyes. "Dom... is this ok? Is this like you want it?" It took her three whole breaths before she could get the question out between groans and gasps and moans. She looked up to him, feeling her tears drip down her cheek and into her red hair on the bed. "I love you Dom... love you so much." How else could she take this for him? Loved him so much. She needed to hear it from him. Her tear-filled eyes practically begged him to say it, because she wasn't used to trying to find it in the look of his eyes when she was in this much pain, folded up and pressed down into the bed to the point she could barely breath, and felt like her body existed only to suffer and to give him joy. His expression looked so strange to Erin, almost like he was enjoying making her hurt, and Erin knew that having him so painfully deep inside her must be doing things to her mind, making it hard for her to see the love in his eyes. "I love you."

 

[DomG]

The hand on his cheek brought him back into focus, took him out of the moment where he had let the mask drop and showed his true self. In time Erin would get to know who he really was, she would be able to look at who he really was and not beg for mercy or show a single hint of confusion. It wasn’t that time just yet though, for a little while longer the mask would be necessary…

Dominic wasn’t going to make the mistake of frightening her off too soon, the act was going to be necessary until she was unable and unwilling to even consider trying to run away from him. It would be about more than dependence or love, Dominic was confident that in time she would worship the very ground he walked on.

He didn’t stop moving, he didn’t hesitate or even slow down for a single instant, even as a smile spread over his lips and his eyes softened a little he continued to move, pulling out before pressing deep into her once more. The moment was sublime for him, the way her body wrapped around him and the way that she clung to him as she fought through the pain just to make him happy. This was absolutely perfect, it wouldn’t be long before he came but that would need to wait for just a little while longer, he did have to make sure Erin remained on the hook. “It’s perfect Erin.” He whispered to her. “Your ass feels fucking amazing.” Shifting a little he moved one hand to brush over her neck, squeezing for a moment just to let her know he could… before letting his fingers trail down her body.

The touch was light, delicate, teasing as they trailed between her breasts and over her taunt stomach, slowly moving lower until the tip of a single finger was brushing her clit. “You are the first who has ever let me do something like this, and I know it hurts… the pain is part of what makes it so special.” The finger over her clit circled, slowly teasing her, not wanting to ease away the pain that she was feeling but looking to give her another sensation as something of a distraction. Let her associate the pain with the pleasure he could offer, let her mind make the connection.

His words about her being the first he had fucked in the ass was a lie of course, this was a particular perversion he enjoyed inflicting on young women, often without much warning and with not a single fuck given when they objected or tried to fight… but Erin wasn’t fighting him or asking him to stop and in that she proved how special she was.

“I know you love me Erin, you are willing to suffer for me, without words you are showing me just how much you love me… and I look forward to showing you just how much I love you.” That would take some delicate thinking, a way to demonstrate his fondness for her that would also maintain his dominance.

His movements grew more powerful, pulling back a little more swiftly and then driving forward again with more force then before, hearing the headboard tapping against the wall as his thrusts were able to move the bed. The teasing of her clit became more direct as he did so, as though he was trying to torment her with the pleasure even as he began to fuck her ass properly. At this pace he wouldn’t last too long, the inevitable climax was swiftly approaching for him but he was determined to drive her close to the edge with the time he had… not quite letting her cum but getting her to the edge so that she might be even more desperate to please him.