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  Domination in Pink

  By

  Holly S. Roberts

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  A Club El Diablo Book

  Published by H.S. Roberts

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  Domination in Pink

  El Diablo: Book IV

  Printing History

  First Edition: October 2012

  ISBN: 978-0-9847257-7-9

  All rights reserved including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

  This is a work of fiction. ALL characters are derived from the author’s imagination.

  Chapter One

  Club El Diablo was crowded and one problem after another took Damian away from his wife. Lydia was expecting their first baby and he would rather be doing something kinky, watching television, or even playing a game of chess rather than settling disputes over which sub belonged to whom.

  When he wasn’t around, Lydia had a way of getting into trouble or at least doing things he expressly forbidden. He laughed at the thought. “Forbid,” was considered the “F” word as far as she was concerned. He learned that the hard way and now, with her advanced pregnancy, he tried a little harder using gentle persuasion.

  It was getting late but he needed to pick up a few things from his office before making his way to the penthouse and the seriously chubby hot body of his wife.

  He opened the office door and then stopped dead. How she managed to tie herself up to be displayed for him was almost impossible to figure out but then he realized she would only let one other man touch her and that man was her ex-sub Raul.

  “Mommy’s been bad, Master.” Her wicked smile told him how bad she wanted to be.

  “Oh, she has, has she?” He gave her a leering grin.

  With her largely rounded tummy, there was no way she could lean over the desk for a nice spanking but she was tied to his office chair with her legs secured wide apart using a spreader bar. Tape held her hands to the chair arms and a pink ribbon surrounded her stomach with a large pink bow slightly to the side of her bellybutton.

  The bulge of her stomach kept his eyes from her smooth pussy but she would be able to slide forward and give him better access if he commanded. He knew her pussy was smooth because since her fifth month he was the one that shaved it.

  Lydia herself was a Domme but after strict negotiation, bets with the odds stacked in his favor, and lust; lots of lust, they reached a compromise. She stood beside him equally as a Domme in the club but he dominated in their bedroom.

  It didn’t matter that she loved him and wanted him to Master her in bed; she continued to try and top him every chance she got. It was in her blood and god was she sexy when she did it. She was sexy now; with her chubby cheeks and swollen fingers and ankles. Her additional weight only gave him more to nuzzle.

  After this child he planned to talk her into another baby quickly. She would want to lose her baby weight but he wanted her plush and smushy.

  “Is Daddy afraid Mommy will make him cry when he comes?”

  Her voice brought him out of his extra-curricular thoughts. “Make me cry huh?” He lifted his eyebrows.

  “Your mind was a million miles away while your fat wife is displayed in all her glory. I think I’d like to make you cry.” Her voice was now petulant.

  He laughed and walked closer, leaning over the chair, and putting his lips by her ear. “You know the word ‘fat’ gets you punished more.”

  “I’ve been very bad Master.”

  “Yes you have. You promised me you would rest and not come down to the club.” He licked the side of her neck and let his tongue travel up to her ear. His teeth gently bit her earlobe as he listened to her sexy sigh which she knew aroused him. He gave a chuckle, “You think I’m that easy. I have a hard punishment planned for my naughty little wife.”

  He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Turning the chair, he wheeled her to the corner of his office and pushed her as far into the corner as she could comfortably fit.

  Her voice held disgruntlement. “What are you doing?”

  “Well my disobedient sub, first I’m giving you the rules…you will not speak or I will place a ball gag in your mouth, you will not have an orgasm until I give you permission, and you will scream loudly throughout your punishment.”

  “I think Master has lost his fucking marbles.”

  He didn’t reply. Her dirty mouth caused him endless trouble and it would be silent for a while. When it was time for her to scream he would take the gag out. She wasn’t making a sound and he knew she realized she was screwed. She hated being gagged but for some reason she just couldn’t control her lush, delectable, potty mouth and he usually had to control it for her.

  He was proud of her though because she knew begging did nothing. He took the gag out of his desk drawer. He had several in their private suite but he kept one handy in the office. It was just for her and no matter how many times she hid them he just continued to buy more.

  His hot breath landed on the side of her neck. “If you kiss me first I’ll take the gag out sooner.”

  “You’re getting soft Master but put those lips to mine and I’ll fuck your mouth.”

  She was in a mood tonight and his cock went rock hard. Spinning the chair, his lips claimed hers and their tongues played and sucked while their teeth nipped at each other. There was no one in the world that could kiss like her.

  Finally he pulled away and his hand went to her tummy, rubbing gently. “Is there anything you and Abigail aren’t ready for?”

  “Leave her out of this, Mommy needs to come.”

  He lifted the small red ball to her mouth and then secured the tie behind her head. “I think you look damn sexy like this; unable to speak, bitch, or tell me what you want.”

  Her eyes went from sensual to snappy just like he knew they would.

  “You’ve been resisting what I have planned as punishment but it’s been my fantasy for a while. Tonight, you will please me greatly. Now, with your mouth controlled I’m going to let you use your fingers. One finger lifted means it’s getting to be too much and two means stop.” His fingers trailed over her delightfully chubby knuckles, and lifted one off the arm rest and then lifted two. “Do you understand?”

  Her middle finger came up and he turned away fighting his laughter.

  Chapter Two

  He walked to the cabinet on the far side of the room and took out the items he needed; three candles in three different colors, a lighter, and a medium sized knife in its sheath. When he approached his desk her blue eyes darkened and her breathing accelerated.

  “Mommy’s been bad and Daddy knows the perfect punishment. I’ve missed clamping your nipples because they’ve been so sensitive but I think this will give us both what we want.”

  A small bit of saliva ran down from the corner of her mouth and he wiped it with his finger and then licked his tongue over the wetness. “You always taste so good no matter where the moisture comes from.”

  Her eyes closed and when they opened the dark blue irises expanded.

  He lit the candles one at a time and then turned to his captive. “I want your ass a little more forward in the chair but I don’t want our baby uncomfortable. Do you understand?” His Dom voice came through loud and clear.

  She nodded her head up and down.

  “Good girl.” He knelt between her legs and grasped her hips in his hands. “Lift just a bit.” He pulled her bottom out so she was propped slightly back in the chair.

  He stood and unbuttoned the sleeves of his black shirt and then removed it while she watched. He opened his desk drawer and removed a rubber band. Walking behind the chair, he gathered her thick red hair. It was hard for him t
o believe but her hair was actually fuller during her pregnancy. He placed the band around the heavy strands and let it hang down her back in a single ponytail. He then pulled the chair closer to his desk so the candles were in easy reach. Moving to the side, he took hold of the bottom lever on the chair, lowering the back to a one-hundred and twenty degree angle. Her eyes followed every move he made.

  “With pain there is always pleasure.” His voice dropped lower as he went back to his knees in front of her.

  His hand came out and he used his fingers to part her labia. Just the one digit traveled from her clit to her tight sheath and entered the waiting moistness. He was unable to help himself and brought the silky juice to his mouth.

  “Emm, you are both sweet and spicy at the same time. There is no taste on earth quite like you.”

  His finger went back to work on her pussy and he spread the wetness up to her clit rubbing and teasing until her hips came off the chair. He bent forward and kissed her stomach then untied the bow to unwrap his gift. Bringing his hands up, he cupped the underside of her breasts. His tongue went to one nipple and licked softly before moving to the other. His thumbs circled the moisture he left behind.

  “When our baby arrives, she will be sharing her morning feeding with Daddy. I could come right now thinking about how your milk will taste.”

  Her breathing became more erratic and he released her breasts and let one of his hands travel down past her stomach and in between her thighs again. He used one finger to slowly ease into her pussy watching the sweet torment on her face as her eyes closed. His other hand reached for a candle. Leaning forward he wet the tip of her breast with his mouth and then spilled the first drip of red wax directly on her nipple.

  “Ahhh.” It came out behind the gag.

  He watched her hands closely but they only clenched the chair arms tighter. His finger continued its work on her pussy but his thumb now rubbed over her clit. He blew gently on the wax as it cooled and then he repeated the process on her other nipple.

  The wax ran down the nipple and past the areola. He blew softly until it was dry. Lydia’s eyes were looking down and watching the same erotic play he was. Next he used blue while he kept up the steady glide of his heavily lubricated finger. He refused to pick up his pace even when her hips came off the chair to meet his hand.

  “After the baby is born and you are healed, I will strap your hips down and not let them move for a few hours while I play.”

  He looked into her eyes then looked at her breast. The blue wax started at her nipple but then took a different path than the red. Where the two met the color went purple. He used a little more and allowed the wax to slide over the soft pillow of her breast leaving a sensual trail. She was a work of art. He never stopped the movement of his finger and thumb on her pussy.

  Suddenly, he removed his hand from between her legs and walked behind her. She let out a groan until she could feel his hands untying the gag. He used his palm to wipe her face and then he kissed her lips before resuming his position between her legs.

  “Do you have anything to say my dear?”

  “God, hurry please.”

  “Tsk, tsk. You are always so impatient.”

  “I need to come. I’ve craved it all day but you stayed away and left me on my own. I want your cock buried deep in my ass, sliding in and out slowly while your hands squeeze my breasts.”

  He inhaled sharply and even knowing she was teasing him so he would move faster he couldn’t help the image her words conjured in his mind. He stood and removed his pants. They were suddenly too tight and he no longer wanted his cock confined. He held himself in his hand and slowly let his fingers travel from the head down to his balls.

  “I want to taste Sir.”

  Now she was throwing out the big guns. “Soon but I haven’t properly punished a bad Mommy yet.”

  “Argh. I hate you.”

  “No my love, you love everything about me. Now, I want to use the yellow and see what colors we come up with.”

  The yellow turned orange and green when it hit the other wax. She was beautiful this way and this playtime would be repeated when he could cover her back from the top of her thighs up to her neck. Wax pooling across her ass was another fantasy he was determined to fulfill.

  Chapter Three

  He began stroking her again and increased the slide of his finger adding a little more pressure with his thumb. “Are you close my dear?”

  “Oh god yes, please.”

  All movement stopped and his hand glided gently from her pussy up and over her stomach.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I need to remove the wax.” His other hand went to the knife sitting on his desk. He used both hands to unsheathe it.

  “Oh hell no! You are not putting that knife near my breasts.”

  “Trust me.” His eyes held intensity and pure sexual longing. He knew how to use his voice and eyes against her. She knew she could use her safe word and he would stop.

  Her eyes closed tight.

  The knife was dull but half the fun was her not knowing. He lifted her breast in his left hand and pulled the skin with his thumb before sliding the edge of the knife between the wax and her flesh. She didn’t move but her eyes opened and she stared at the knife as it ran along her skin. He didn’t use the knife on her nipples. When she was no longer pregnant he might try but for now he just wanted to play, a little.

  He performed scenes out on the club floor with subs but he and his wife rarely watched each other. Once she became pregnant the oddest thing would set her off and she would be in tears. She told him she didn’t know why she suddenly became so jealous. They agreed to stay away from the other’s scenes. The further her pregnancy advanced the hornier she became. She was every sub’s wet dream and her play became more intense which only upset him because he felt she was overdoing it.

  No watching for now. It worked for them both.

  He finished with one breast and moved to the other. She rested her head back and let him have his fantasy. When he finished he walked over to the cabinet and took out a bottle of massage oil and a soft cloth. He worked the oil into her skin and then gently removed the wax from her nipples.

  “We’re finishing this upstairs.” He said softly in her ear.

  “Hurry.” She groaned.

  He used scissors to cut the tape on her arms. The spreader bar was next. He grabbed a blanket out of his kink cabinet and covered her and then lifted.

  “I keep telling you you’re going to break your back.”

  “Only if you squirm, now hush and be still.”

  He walked into his private elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse.

  She wasn’t that heavy and even pregnant she fit perfectly in his arms. His quick strides ate up the carpeted floor as he carried her to their bed.

  They had a long talk with her Obstetrician about their lifestyle. There were safety concerns for mother and child. A lot of their play was toned down but some parts had become more intense. Her hormones added a wilder streak than she possessed when she wasn’t pregnant and he loved every nuance though it made him nervous worrying about the baby.

  He laid her gently on the bed but there was no gentleness in his tone. “Remove your hair from the band and then get on your knees; I want your ass in the air.” He went to his dresser and pulled out what he needed.

  When he walked back over he couldn’t help but admire the well rounded globes displayed for his pleasure. They were missing one key erotic turn on and his hand landed with a resounding slap.

  “What was that for?” Her groan was sexy and low.

  “For being naughty and because my handprint looks so good on your skin.” Another blow landed and her groan was louder this time. He got onto the bed behind her and placed his hands on her hips using his thumbs to gently glide over the red prints caused by the slaps. He then bent forward to kiss and lick the marks.

  Her bottom squirmed and he gently nipped with his teeth. “Hold stil
l.”

  “You’re killing me. I want you fucking my ass.”

  “That’s not going to happen until after the baby’s born but I have a toy that will give you what you want while I take what I want. If you argue I’ll just delay longer.”

  “Please.” Need, longing, and frustration sounded in her voice. For a woman who listed anal sex as a hard limit in the beginning of their relationship she now loved it as much as he did. The doctor gave good solid advice on the subject and like all things told them to use care. Her pregnancy was now so far advanced that Damian had his own reservations and they were playing his way.

  He sat back on his knees and picked up the lube applying it to his hand and the plug. He then ran his fingers over the cleft of her ass cheeks, and inserted his greased finger past her sphincter and massaged in and out feeling along the tight muscles that grasped him. Her breathing was growing erratic and he knew she was trying to quiet her little sounds of ecstasy.

  “Hold on baby.” He removed his finger and slid the plug in place. He grabbed her hips, squeezing the extra bit of love handles she hated and he worshiped. His cock had no trouble locating home and in one forward thrust he buried himself inside her warm pussy.

  “Awwe.”

  “Scream for me, I want to hear you.” His strained voice demanded.

  “Faster, please!”

  He pulled out and slid his hand against her clit using his other to move the plug. “Your cunt is so hot around my cock but you need to slow down and give me those sweet sounds I love to hear.”

  His finger remained on her clit as he slid back into her warmth.

  Her head went to her forearm and she finally stopped fighting the delay of her orgasm and let her vocal cords express her yearning. This is what he wanted and the sounds she made turned him on even more. His hips picked up their pace and his finger circled the hard nub that was now swollen with need.

  He was having his own trouble holding back but finally he gave his command, “Come for me sweet sub.” And she did, burying her mouth against her arm to stifle her yelling.