Miss Dinah 6

Miss Dinah 6

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Miss Dinah is very sexual, she's a writer, and an underground dominatrix, when she comes across Heath, drugged out drinker of the nightlife, she struggles between what it means to be dominated and being the dominator. The two engage in a very hot power play, and just when it gets worse, the very man who made Dinah into what she became, Eli, gets involved and wants her back.

Summary

Miss Dinah is very sexual, she's a writer, and an underground dominatrix, when she comes across Heath, drugged out drinker of the nightlife, she struggles between what it means to be dominated and being the dominator. The two engage in a very hot power play, and just when it gets worse, the very man who made Dinah into what she became, Eli, gets involved and wants her back.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Miss Dinah 6

Author Chapter Note

Miss Dinah is very sexual, she's a writer, and an underground dominatrix, when she comes across Heath, drugged out drinker of the nightlife, she struggles between what it means to be dominated and being the dominator. The two engage in a very hot power play, and just when it gets worse, the very man who made Dinah into what she became, Eli, gets involved and wants her back.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 04, 2015

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She searches through her doors and manages to extract a thin black scarf she had gotten from the east coast back in junior high, she still has it. But with the smoke in the room, the dark walls with red graffiti and chinese lamps, it seems to make sense.

 

Her name is Dinah, her real name unknown, some where masked behind her expansive thighs and large blue eyes. 

She manages to bend over without bending her knees and tightens the garter straps to her black stockings, wrapping the the scarf around right her wrist as she does. He lies on the mattress with his head between his hands, looking down at the floor expectant.

Dinah walks over after taking off her high pumps and runs a hand through his dark hair, he mumbles a little bit, and she grips, pulling his head back. 

She leans in close so that his breath blows on the tip of her nose.

“You’re mine,” Miss Dinah whispers, tightening her fist, “You’re mine, say it.”

“I’m yours,” His green eyes are wild and wanting. 

She kisses him, lining his lips with her tongue, and gaining full power when he opens his mouth, she strokes the underside of his tongue, taking full possession of his needs, so that he whimpers. She shh’s him quiet. 

Taking the scarf, she blindfolds him, wrapping the smooth black material around his head, hiding his green eyes, and igniting the rest of his senses. She sweetly kisses the corner of his mouth, and breathes heavily into his neck, before teasing her hands under and up his shirt, drawing her black nails down his back, his breathing rate stretching to longer intervals. 

Dinah gnaws up his neck before biting around and behind he ear so that he shutters. 

She lies him down with a hand fanned out across his chest, and lowers herself to lift the hem of his shirt and kiss up the v lines to his waist, slowly pulling the shirt off his body, and throwing it to the side, his skin is tan, his waist flimsy, the faint ribs poking out from his sides suggesting a substantial illness. She straddles him and carves his fingers through these ribs, and he breathes outwardly. 

“Miss Dinah,” he whispers. 

“Shhh,” she says, unbuttoning his jeans and slyly bringing down the zipper, she draws down the waistband of his boxers, glides her hand along his waistline before slipping it under and taking hold of his cock, his breath hitches.

Dinah pulls it out from his pants, feeling the hot veins throbbing against her palm, he’s thick, not long, but something for her to work with. She doesn’t like to be watched when going down, so keeps his blindfold on, loving the look of sweat dripping down his neck, and his open lips baring a gasp.

She sits up, releasing him, and uses a rubber band from her wrist to quickly wrap her blonde hair in a bun atop her head. She kneels down, taking hold of him once more, and starts out the tip of her tongue on his head, he shivers. 

She runs her tongue along his shaft, watching him tip his head back and hiss through his teeth. She pleasures him with her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, taking him to her throat, and swallowing. 

He brings a hand down to her blonde hair, and attempts to twine and pull at her head, Dinah slaps the hand away, and grazes her teeth warningly along the hot member between his legs. 

She sits up abruptly, the black sheets shuffling under their bodies, she grabs his balls, and kneads them as he whimpers.

“You don’t touch me, not like that, you don’t touch me like that ok?” she glares at him through his blindfold, he swallows and nods tentatively 

“Good,” she responds. still kneading.

She lowers down once more, this time taking him in slow, sliding him along the base of her tongue, and sucking him on short notice, but taking her sweet time when she does, it makes him nervous, and almost angry, but whenever he flinches out of discouragement, she stops, and continues when he relaxes. 

His cock hardens in her mouth, she feels the tip of head drop a bit of precum, and Dinah goes faster. He shutters loudly now, his body and neck arching backwards in desperation. 

“Oh Miss Dinah...” He moans.

“Honey?” 

Dinah stops, and turns to the door. “Who the hell was that?”

He doesn’t say anything. 

She starts, “Daniel-”

“Derek,” He corrects. 

“Whatever, would you kindly tell me who’s going to interrupt us sooner or later?”

“Honey! I’m home! I brought you some Campbell's soup!” 

“That’s my mom,” Derek whispers.

Dinah laughs, dumbfounded.“You’re mom? You’re living with you mom? Is this even your house? Oh god, is it her house?”

“Technically it’s ours.” He murmurs. 

“Hey hon, there’s a car parked outside, is someone here?”

Dinah stands, “That’s perfect.” She walks over to the closet on the right, and pulls over a Rolling Stones shirt, long enough to be a dress. “Jesus it’s like I fucked a fifteen year old.” She slips on her black pumps. 

“Wait,” Derek says, “Are you just going to leave me here?”

Dinah drinks in the sight of his naked body, almost naked. He’s cute, he’s got a lithe body, and worry eyebrows, and underneath the scarf, lay a pair of puppy dog eyes. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna leave you. Keep the scarf, I never liked it anyway. It’s been fun Derek, you have a cool room.” Dinah exits before Derek can ever take off the blindfold. She walks down the hall and into the kitchen, finding a tall woman with fifties hair and brown lipstick, the woman wears a shift kind of a dress and kitten heels with bows. Dinah eyes them contemptuously. 

“Bye,” Dinah says. 

The woman jumps. “Oh, oh my. Oh hello.” she ogles her eyes at Dinah’s stockings. 

“See ya,” Dinah shouts out the front door.

“See you,” the woman calls awkwardly. 

Miss Dinah hops into her stationwagon, and makes a point to fire up the engine, and screech as her she slams her foot on the petal. 

 

 

 

 


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