Bonus Level: Cast Dominate

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Author’s Note: Bonus Level : Cast Dominate is an erotic short featuring characters from the Level Up series. While it is not necessary to read the series in order to enjoy this short story, doing so will give you further insight into the characters involved.

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“I’ve been told the shy ones are the worst.”

A sly smile crept across Jason’s face as he remembered both the conversation with his best friend Dillon and the events that led up to it. To say that his girlfriend June was the poster girl for that phrase was in no way an overreach. Although, having been the recipient of her wild side, he wouldn’t call it the “worst”. In fact, for him, it was one of the best things that had happened. It released something inside of him, a hidden yearning that he didn’t know was there. As if controlled by some unknown force, his cock twitched and began to harden as he thought back to the first time they were together and the surprising discoveries he made that evening.

*****

“Are you sure?” he asked as they closed the apartment door behind them, their lips barely separating long enough to get the words out.

“Of course I’m sure,” laughed June, her lips nibbling on his as she dropped her coat to the floor and kicked off her black platform shoes. “Dani’s spending the night with Stacie, Suzie showed up and they are deep into their third bottle of wine. There is no way she’ll be home tonight.”

Jason barely had time to get his shoes off before she pulled him out of the foyer, through the apartment and into her bedroom. Running his hands through her unicorn layered, blonde hair, the anticipation built within him. He had been waiting for this opportunity, a chance to take their relationship to the next level, yet as much as he wanted to take full advantage of it, he was unsure if she was on-board. Sinking his lips back onto hers, he let his hands drift downward, slowly caressing her lower back before settling on her tight, denim covered ass. His own body was responding and the adrenaline was building, encouraging him to move further and faster.

“Lose the clothes,” she said sharply, pulling away slightly.

Broken from his emotional trance he lifted his hands from her hips and reached upwards for the top button of her red silk blouse. Slapping his hands away she took another step backwards.

“Not mine… yours, and I don’t mean just rip them off and toss them to the side. I want a show and you’re going to give it to me,” she smirked as she settled back into the nearby desk chair, leaving him staring at her, confused.

It was obvious what she wanted yet, despite his natural confidence, Jason was hesitant, unsure how to proceed. He had never put on a strip show before and wasn’t at all convinced he could do so in a way that would come off even remotely sexy or appealing.

“I didn’t tell you to think,” snapped June in a tone he had never expected from the shy, diminutive woman he had come to know. “I said strip… now.”

Something about the tone made his skin tingle and his heart race. With it, his indecision, fear and concern melted away. Left with nothing but contentment and a yearning to please her, he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“Your hips,” she barked and Jason froze unsure what she was referring to. Seeing his confusion, June let out a stifled laugh. “Move them. I said strip, not undress. Move, grind, twirl, give me something to get excited about.

“Sorry,” he said, trying to mimic what he thought a sexy dance would look like while slowly undoing the next button on his shirt.

“Mistress!” she snapped back and again his confusion was evident. “You will address me as Mistress and don’t stop the show just because I’m talking. Grind!”

Jason’s heart raced and his cock twitched as both embarrassment and excitement flooded his senses. He wasn’t sure why but something about her tone, her mood, her role in all of this, was sending him into overdrive. Without conscious thought, he began swaying his hips to an unknown rhythm, running his left hand across his chest, stomach and thigh as his right continued unbuttoning his shirt. Instinctively, he twirled as the final button came free, spinning as the shirt fell from his shoulders. A gasp like moan emanated from across the room, sending a surge of pleasure through him. A burst of confidence, bordering on cockiness, overtook him at the sound. With his right hand he popped the button on his jeans and, shaking his hips side to side, he began to wiggle free of the denim pants. As they slid over his hip bones and began sliding free, he spun away from June, shaking his ass in what he thought would be a provocative manner. His confidence got the better of him and as the jeans bundled at his knees, they restricted his ability to spin. In the most gangly and unsexy move possible, his knees buckled and he stumbled forward, losing his footing and tumbling to the floor like a level one fighter rolling for charisma.

His forehead glanced off the base of the bed on his way to the ground and by the mersin escort time he knew what was happening, he was seeing stars and his vision was beginning to blur.

June, who had broken into hysterical laughter at the sight of him tripping over his own feet, let out a loud gasp and rushed to his side upon seeing his head snap backwards on contact.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” she asked, now cradling his head in her lap and running a thumb across his temple.

“Yeah… uhm… a little woozy but I think I’m fine. Sorry to ruin the show, I think I tripped over my third left foot.”

June let out a light chuckle, “Remind me not to let you dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.”

“I must be more out of it than I thought… how did I miss that one?” replied Jason, pulling himself into a seated position.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, the look of concern mixed with a sly playfulness.

“I will be. I think my pride is hurt more than anything else.”

“Good, then get those jeans off, and take your sweet ass and wounded pride over to that chair. I’m going to show you what is expected of you when I tell you to strip.”

Jason quickly shed the remnants of his jeans from around his ankles and used the bed to prop himself back to a standing position. The room was spinning slowly around him, his head not yet settled from the fall, but he refused to let on for fear of missing out on the promised show and inevitable aftermath. June grabbed his arm, steadying him, and shook her head.

“First rule — when I ask you if you are alright, you tell me the damn truth. If you’re head is spinning you tell me. If you’re in pain, you tell me. If you’re uncomfortable but enjoying the discomfort, you tell me. Is that clear?”

Jason nodded as she let go of his arm, allowing him to take a seat in the desk chair.

“I didn’t hear that,” she responded.

“Uhm, yes, it’s clear.”

“Mistress ,” she snapped, a disappointed look in her eyes.

A surge of adrenaline rushed through him as he gazed up at her admonishing look. His heart rate increased and his arousal grew. He wasn’t sure what it was, but in that moment she was more attractive than ever.

“Sorry, yes, it’s clear, Mistress.”

June helped him onto the chair, walked over to her bedside table and pulled something from within. Jason watched in silent anticipation as she returned to his side and slid a dark red slip of silk across his eyes. As she secured it behind his head and darkness overtook him, his breathing deepened and, once again, his cock began to stir.

“I thought you were going to show me how to strip?”

No words came in response, only a sharp sting across his left thigh. He nearly jumped to his feet as impulse kicked in, but somehow his arousal won out. His body reacted in a way he would never have expected and as the momentary pain passed, his excitement grew.

“If I said you will be getting a show, then you will be getting a show. While I prepare I want you to think of a word or phrase… something you will not forget. When I return we will discuss its use.”

From beneath the mask he couldn’t tell what she was doing. The fall, coupled with the intense emotions now rushing through him had his mind swimming. While normally very analytical and in control, he found himself rushing forward unsure where he was headed. It took a moment for the impact of June’s words to fully hit home. First there was the admonishment for not telling her he was hurt, then the sting across his thigh when he questioned her, and now the order to think of a phrase or word. A word? A safe word? A surge of panic and lust crashed over him at the thought. Part of him wanted to rip the blindfold off and flee and yet something held him in place. Was it lust? Was it the barrage of hormones and excitement racing through him? Perhaps but it was also something else, something that told him that, no matter what, he could trust her. Something inside him yearned to embrace that trust, not for himself, but for her. To give her everything she needed. To please her.

Lost in his thoughts and trying to come to terms with his emotions, Jason did not notice the sound of June’s return. Instead his attention was caught by the soft tickling sensation of something unknown caressing his chest.

“Alright… your time to ponder is complete. Now it’s time to play. Did you think of a word or phrase?” she asked while slowly removing the silk strap from around his eyes. The sight rendered him speechless. As much as he wanted to answer the question, he couldn’t. His mind simply could not form a coherent thought. While he had sat there, in the dark, pondering his situation, June had been changing. She now stood before him, in thigh high red leather boots, a black thong which left little to the imagination and a black leather corset. On her petite frame, the package was stunning. To her left, leaning against the bed, was a black riding crop which he suspected had been kocaeli escort the source of the stinging snap to his thigh, and in her right hand was a black handled suede flogger with long crimson tentacles. This was surely what had been brushed across his chest but he had a suspicion that the tickling sensation was not its intended purpose.

He could see the impatience growing in her eyes and his mind struggled to overcome the surprise and awe. She had asked him something, hadn’t she? His mind reeled. He yearned not to disappoint her. He had been listening but now, it was gone. He saw the moment her patience ran out and something in her smirk told him that she was glad his reaction had been so overpowering. He could see it in her eyes just moments before the suede straps snapped against his chest. Unlike the tickling of their first touch, this was far closer to what he thought a flogger would feel like. Individual straps slapping against his flesh, as if twenty elastics had just snapped in unison. His chest glowed with a red hue for only a moment as the suede left his skin.

“Your word or phrase,” repeated June.

The pain and accompanying excitement had snapped his mind back into focus. “Yes… Mistress ,” he remembered after a slight hesitation. “My word is Excelsior.”

Despite trying to maintain an air of annoyance, June let out a slight snicker. “Of course it is. So now we need to set some rules. For tonight, it is doubtful that we will need the safeword but we will not go into this unprepared. As we have not discussed limits we will keep our introduction… light and playful. Your word is to be used only upon your threshold being reached. Using it will immediately stop whatever is occurring. It is the safety switch and it is not to be abused. Understood?”

Jason took a deep breath. He knew this was his opportunity to say something. This was his Matrix moment and he was staring at the two pills. Taking the blue one would put a halt to June’s plans for the evening and the two of them would be forced to have a difficult discussion about what each wanted and needed. Taking the red pill meant giving himself fully to whatever this was, accepting that he would do anything to see that satisfied look on her face, that he would do whatever she asked, not for his benefit, but for hers. It was a leap of faith, which he wasn’t entirely sure he was ready to make. They’d only known each other a month and while they had become nearly inseparable in that time, this felt like a huge step. This decision, more than any other he had made, was the one that would join them, that would test his heart, love and devotion. It was possibly the biggest decision of his life up to that point and it took him no more than a second to make it.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, swallowing the metaphorical red pill and rushing to see how deep the rabbit hole went.

June smiled, leaning down and capturing his lips with her own. The kiss was deep, passionate and laced with hidden meaning. He could feel her joy and in that moment he knew he would do anything to bring that joy back, time and time again. It was then that he realized how difficult this had been for her. She had put herself out there, vulnerable and unprotected, waiting to be rejected. She had left her happiness in his hands. She had given him the power to choose, the power to control and the power to reject who she was. As much as she had taken him to that point, forced him to submit to her decisions, she had also left everything important, everything that truly mattered, in his hands. As passionate as her kiss was, that realization was what sent his heart racing and drove his arousal into overdrive. Almost out of instinct he reached out, running his hand across her bare thigh, caressing the soft skin.

Pulling back and breaking the kiss, her hand slapped his away.

“Did you have permission to touch?”

“Uhm…. no, Mistress,” he replied, his eyes dropping away from hers.

With the tip of her index finger and thumb resting gently below his chin, she raised his head upwards until his eyes met hers. “You will learn, for now consider this a warning. You touch what I say, when I say.”

Unsure if her rule also translated to talking and knowing that he had received the sting of the crop for questioning her earlier, he nodded.

Her smile told him that his reaction was exactly what she had wanted. “Very good, but for today, since we are both still learning, let’s say you may speak freely. Respectfully,” she emphasized, “but freely. Now… sit back and relax. I believe I promised you a show.”

Taking her time to ensure he received a good look at her tight ass, she sauntered across the room, stopping at the dresser and bending at the waist to increase the allure. After a moment playing with her phone, the sensual silence was replaced by a strong beat and arousing rhythm. Keeping her back to the chair she began circling her hips and ass in time with the beat, slowly increasing her gyrations samsun escort along with the music. Jason could not help himself and let out a soft moan at the sight.

With a practiced tease she whirled back towards him, swinging her hips and approaching the chair with cat-like grace. Her tongue played seductively with her top lip, her tight body bouncing with the beat. As she approached she spun again, bending at the waist, her ass now inches from his body and still swaying with the music. Running her hands up her legs, she allowed her knees to bend, her body dropping to his lap and grinding gently against his boxer briefs. Jason’s arousal grew and his cock hardened instantly at the light touch. Instinctively his left hand began to reach out for her waist but at the last moment, remembering her rules, he managed to stop himself.

Sensing the moment, a brief smile crossed June’s lips. With near professional dexterity, she rose up on the toes of her boots and swung her body around to face him. As she did, her right hand pulled the string on the back of her corset, releasing the tension and allowing her to quickly remove it. By the time she settled into his lap, her chest was bare and Jason’s cock was beginning to throb. A sly smile crossed her lips as she ground into his groin, her tits now swaying freely with the gyrations.

Every instinct within him was begging to reach out, to touch her, yet he fought against them. He knew he would wait for permission, no matter how long it took.

Rising back up to her feet, June leaned towards him, making sure her right breast flicked across his lips for just a moment as she spun off his lap and pulled away. The tease was magnificent and Jason’s entire body was aching with want. He yearned to ask how his shy, innocent June had learned to do this but wasn’t sure he’d be comfortable with the answer.

‘Just enjoy it,’ he told himself, his eyes glued to her swinging hips and swaying midsection.

Mid spin, June grabbed the riding crop from the edge of the bed, sliding it between her teeth as she took a position facing away from the chair about a foot in front of her now panting plaything. Once again bending only at the waist, she slipped her index fingers into the edge of her thong and slowly slid it free. Her ass, now in full view was tight and perky and as the thong slipped from between her cheeks Jason got a subtle, near hidden view of her glistening pussy lips. Instinctively, his right hand slipped to his lap and began stroking his cock through the cotton of his boxer briefs.

Seeing his movement with a quick glance over her shoulder, June grabbed the crop from between her lips and quickly spun, snapping it down on the top of his hand. The crack of the crop startled him as much as the searing pain from the strike. Jason’s entire body jumped in shock at the impact.

“I said no touching without permission. That’s my toy, just as much as these are,” she said, cupping her breasts. “I’ll tell you when and if I choose to share.”

He heard the words, part of him even comprehended their meaning, but the sight of her, now naked except for the boots, poised before him with the crop rhythmically tapping against the side of her calf, had sent his mind into overdrive.

“Well, clearly the show is over and you just can’t resist breaking my rules,” she said, once again slapping his right hand, which he had yet to remove from his cock. Since you can’t follow simple orders, I’ll have to take more drastic measures.”

Reaching beneath the edge of the mattress, June pulled out two leather straps which appeared to be permanently affixed to the bed frame. On the end of each strap was a suede cuff which she quickly unhooked. Snapping the two cuffs together with a metal clip and grabbing a shorter suede strap from the bedside table, she sauntered back over to the chair. Jason was intrigued and slightly worried when she returned with the items.

Pulling his arms behind the back of the chair, she placed one cuff on each wrist before wrapping the suede strapping around his forearms. The wrap was flat and precise, restricting his movement but applying just enough pressure on his shoulders to make the position uncomfortable if he struggled. Once again his mind questioned where and how she had learned such a skill but he refused to ask.

“One to ten…,” she whispered softly from behind him. When he failed to answer she clarified.

“What’s your level of discomfort? One to ten.”

“Oh, ahhh… three?” he responded.

“Are you asking me or telling me?” she smirked in return.

“Telling… Mistress . It’s only slightly uncomfortable if I shift or move.”

“I suggest you keep your squirming to a minimum.”

“Given the view and the situation that may be more difficult than anticipated,” he replied, raising his eyebrows.

“You’re such a sweetie,” she replied with a genuine smile before dropping it quickly for a serious look, “but really, keep the squirming to a minimum. You don’t want to dislocate a shoulder.”

The idea had not even remotely occurred to him. In fact, the depth of what he had agreed to had not crossed his mind until now. How far would June need to push him? Did it matter? Would he ever say no? Looking at her, in that moment, naked and exposed, he could not imagine refusing anything she wanted or needed.

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