The Closet Domme Ch. 13

Her Private Angel – Part 6

Saturday took far too long to arrive, and by that time, Jacky was angry. Her Domme had been excited, too excited. By Thursday the vibrator was not enough for her showers didn't do it, and watching porn wasn't helping either. It was miserable not having her toy. Two weeks had passed since her adventure in the car with Dean and she was stalking about her apartment Saturday morning caught up completely in the thought of having Dean naked displayed in front of her. He would definitely be punished today for not being available to her. She had thought of a dozen different ways to play with him, but today she had decided to just let herself do as she wished. Her bag of goodies was packed by the time she got the text from Dean.

"I'll be home in about an hour I think. Would you like to meet up?" Dean was very wordy, which was unlike him. He was asking politely. Jacky wondered if he was afraid, or was it that he wasn't interested? No, she stopped herself from those thoughts. Her lack of self-confidence had drifted back in now that she had been without a toy for so long. She had to remember that Dean was hers and he not only wanted her, but needed her.

Jacky went to her closet and pulled out her trench coat. Today, she was going to look the Domme part completely. She slid on a pair of lace black panties noting that she was wet already thinking of Dean. She had bought a new top that fit her perfectly and the black leather clung to her. A glance in the mirror helped her adjust the clasps in the back and spin it around. It was a black leather corset with bra cups on top like the one she had worn before with Dean, except garter straps hung from it. As she slid up her thigh-high stockings and clicked each garter in, she caught a glance in the mirror. No shock showed on her face this time, only desire. A lust filled her eyes and she could not help but admire it with a grin.

She stepped back and pulled out her tall patent leather heels, yes she thought, but something was missing. She had the red lipstick she liked in the bag of goodies intending to put it on in the car, and then she decided that unlike the other times with Dean, she was going to make her eyes jump out at him tonight.

Jacky pulled out a black eye liner from the back of her cosmetic drawer and drew careful thick lines around her eyes pulling them out to the side so that she had a cat eye appearance. Her green eyes glowed under that thick black make-up and the predator she wanted to be smiled back at her from the mirror. The makeup was less for Dean than it was for her. She felt like a tiger in this, a starving tiger. Jacky threw on the trench coat and grabbed her heels and her "Domme bag" and headed out the door. She wanted to be there waiting for him when he came home.

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Dean pulled up in front of his apartment, and got out of his Charger. Jacky stood next to his house watching him as he did. He looked sexy and she could practically taste him. He approached his trunk and opened it, not seeing her in the shadows. How funny, she thought, this former cop was not very observant. She wondered if it was the distraction of her that made him oblivious to her prescense in some sweet irony. Dean's every movement allowed her eyes to look over a new body part. She stood in the shadows stalking him as he pulled out his only suit case and walked towards his front door. Then, she pounced, not able to wait another moment.

"Angel, you have been a very bad little boy." Jacky stood right behind Dean as he reached for his keys in his pocket. The distance between them was only an inch, and she could smell his musky scent. Dean froze when she spoke. He clearly had not heard her approach

"God, I've missed you Lady J." His words were a welcome sound, and the deep sexy tone behind them made her smile. He had stopped midway to reaching out with his key to unlock his door.

Jacky pulled her hands from her pockets and reached around him right there at his door. One hand found its way to the suitcase in his left hand taking it and dropping it on the stoop. The other found its way to his cock. Dean wasn't hard yet, but he had definitely started to respond just from being in that space with her. She rubbed along his shaft letting her other hand fall onto his left hip. Dean's body responded immediately rushing blood into his cock and making him harder beneath her hand. Jacky pressed her body against his wanting him with every fiber.

"Mmmmmm, angel....." Her words were soft, and came out as a sigh of relief at finally being able to touch this man again. Her cheek was pressed against his back and she held him tightly.

"Oh, god yes....." Dean was enjoying this as much as Jacky was with his hips moving slightly with each stroke of her nails down his shaft. His khaki pants afforded her the opportunity to feel his precum ooze through as he got more and more excited. This was heaven she thought, but she needed more.

"Open the door angel, and let's get you punished." Jacky's words were thick with her lust for him. She wanted Dean, now, and did not want to accept any more delay.

When he pulled away, she felt his urgency to get inside. He reached down and grabbed his suitcase throwing it inside the door with no concern for where it landed. Dean turned almost instantly and flicked on his light, and then he backed up a few feet allowing room for her to walk into the house.

Jacky stepped inside striding slowly. Once in, she untied the waistband of her coat allowing him to see her outfit beneath as it fell open. She wanted him to know exactly where her mind was, so that he would not mistake this as a time to be coy with her. He belonged to her right now, and so did everything about him. She reached out to him handing him her black leather zip top "Domme bag." He took it obediently waiting for her next command. She dropped her jacket on the floor and stood looking at him. She was the tiger waiting to pounce on Dean and she was eyeing him. The erection forcing his pants outward was obvious and she admired that he would have that reaction without even touching her. He was delicious and today he was dinner.

"Clothes off." Her command was simple and forceful. Dean did not hesitate to comply after placing her bag on the coffee table beside him. He did not put on a show today as he had before. He dropped his green jacket on the floor behind him and pulled his t-shirt over his head. His eyes fixed on Jacky as he squatted to untie his shoes. When he stood and kicked them off, his breathing was already quicker. Jacky enjoyed this it was like toying with him as she stood there watching.

Dean's removal of the remainder of his clothes was hurried and only moments later he stood before her naked and waiting with his erection proudly displayed. She liked that cock, it had been in more than one of her dreams through the past week and it was all she could do not to launch herself onto it. She wanted to take him in her mouth and make him beg to cum. She wanted to suck every last drop of cum that she had missed out on in the past two weeks from his lovely balls. Her own wetness soaked through her small lace panties at the sight of him on display.

Jacky held herself in check, and walked over to Dean slowly. She took him by the hand and walked him up to face his living room wall. They had only made it six feet into the house and already she could not wait to make him cum for her. Dean seemed to understand and placed his hands on the wall in front of him. Jacky was against his back again, in an instant, feeling his skin on hers at every point that was exposed. Her right leg forced itself between his legs and he stood there facing the wall waiting for her. She breathed hot breaths across his back and neck as she ran her cheek over his broad shoulders.

Smack....Jacky spanked him on his right ass cheek making him jump. She had control now, and no words were being spoken he was just allowing her to have him. The predator ran her hands around Dean's hips and along his back as she saw fit, exploring his skin. She grazed her tongue, lips, and even her teeth along his back, but did not touch his cock yet.

Smack....now it was Dean's left ass cheek that she smacked as she pulled her other leg to join the first. She stood there both her legs between his and ran hands along his biceps. Her desire and lust filled the air as her breathing on his skin grew more rapid. She could hear Dean breathing heavily as well as she pressed against him harder.

Slowly she moved Dean like a puppet. She pulled his right arm up above his head on the wall giving him a point of balance, and she laced her fingers through his. His other arm she pulled off the wall and down to his cock. She gripped it as well, and started using his hand to stroke his own cock.

"Cum for me now......hard....all over this pretty little wall of yours." Dean started to stroke himself steadily. His movements growing quicker as her hands tightened on both of his in the excitement. She pressed her body against him from behind feeling the muscles in his legs and ass tighten in front of her as he grew closer. Her breasts begged to be free pressing hard against Dean's back.

"Oh fuck, oh yes.....oh....ahhh!" Dean came hard and his words nearly drove Jacky over her own edge. She had played his voice over and over in her head during the past few days. Feeling his ass cheeks flex against her body and hearing the splatter as each shot of cum came out of him only took the edge off the need in her. She had to have more.

Dean braced himself there breathing hard and ragged. It was a release he must have needed too. They were locked in that moment, but only until Jacky broke from her enjoyment. She stepped back and admired Dean braced against the wall as he was. He truly was a magnificent specimen of a man. He had muscles over his body in all the right places and his clean cut short hair glistened with sweat perfectly somehow.

"Your room, now!" Jacky stood waiting. Her face felt flushed with excitement and the whisp of hair that fell from her tight bun hung along her cheek. When Dean turned, she could see the lust on his face too. She wondered how she must look right now. She wondered how badly he wanted her. He knew her, though, and he knew that jumping her would mean nothing. The way for Dean to show her that he wanted her was to obey every word.

He turned silently and walked back towards his bedroom. Jacky followed close behind him, her bag in hand.

"May I undress you Lady J? May I kiss you? May I touch you?" Dean's words were pleading. He wanted her as much as she did him.

"No, angel, you have been so bad, and you know that you aren't allowed to do those things without earning them. Get on your bed and lay on your back." Her voice was low, and she spoke slowly with her head tilted downward. She meant her words, and the last fell out with a bite behind them.

Dean got onto his bed and lay down as ordered, and Jacky put the bag down by his feet. She leaned down and gave in to her urge licking Dean's now half flaccid cock. She wanted to taste his cum and the tiny bit gathered on his tip was enough to flood her mind with him and all they had done before. She reached into her bag then and produced their handcuffs. Her movement was slow and calculated to tease them both. She climbed onto the bed on all fours straddling Dean, and crawled up to reach his hands. First, the left wrist was clicked into place, and she ran the chain behind the headboard and back through easily clipping his right hand in as well. There, he was immobile, and it made her eyes glisten to see him before her.

Dean's eyes watched her as she moved with her breasts inches from him. On her slow movement to dismount from the bed, she noted that Dean's cock was hard again. Ah, Dean, he was ready to go again in seconds. He was such a lovely toy.

Jacky's next item was a CD, which she produced form her bag and removed from its case. She made her way over to Dean's CD player and turned it on. His eyes watched her as she put the CD in, and turned the volume up just enough. The player sprang to life with ferocity, playing her favorite – Metallica. The opening of Battery started, and she turned to smile at Dean. This was not his type of music, but she was about to make him remember this album forever.

Another reach into Jacky's bag produced a 5 inch latex purple butt plug and a bottle of lube – coconut scented. Dean's eyes widened, but he did not protest. Jacky wasn't going to be gentle with him this time. She dropped a liberal amount of lube on the plug, and ran her lubed hand down Dean's balls to his asshole. Her finger lightly touched him, and he pulled his knees up allowing her the access she was demanding. Then, she shoved the plug into him with force, to its end.

"Ahhhhh.....oh shit." Dean was surprised by her forcefulness, and it may have even hurt a little, but Jacky enjoyed the feeling. His legs went back down as she grabbed yet another toy from her little bag. Still Jacky was silent eyeing him as Battery continued to play in the background.

When Jacky made her way over Dean's body again, his eyes held a small bit of fear. She held in her hand two little clothespins. Dean hissed as the first found its way onto his left nipple and hissed again when the other found his right nipple. When she got back off the bed, she admired the man laid out before her for a moment.

"How do you feel angel?" Jacky's question was not meant to raise protest, and Dean somehow knew that.

"Amazing, Lady J.....punish me more." Oh sweet music, his words excited her more than ever. The final item then came out of her bag. She had bought a nice size vibrator. It was about 8 inches long, and aerodynamic in its shape. It resembled a missile when she saw it in the store and the silver color only added to its allure. When she clicked it on, Dean's eyes flashed with excitement. He had no idea what she was going to do, and she was already torturing him to some extent.

By the time the opening riffs of Master of Puppets started Jacky was straddling Dean's face backward with her pussy pressed hard against his waiting mouth. Her soaked panties had been off in an instant to allow Dean's tongue to diligently work her wet hole as she rode the vibrator she had placed on his chin. She held it there letting him feel the vibrations in his jaw as he thrust into her as far as he could. Then, just before she came Jacky stopped and dropped the vibrator lifting her clit into Dean's mouth so that he could be the one to make her explode.

"Ah, god, fuck..." The sharp spasm that racked Jacky's body forced her to catch herself on his chest. When she brushed one of his nipple clamps on the way, he sucked in his breath sharply. It did not deter his mouth though as she heard the handcuffs pull taut as he strained to suck on her as hard as he could.

When her orgasm subsided, Jacky turned straddling Dean's stomach and picked up the vibrator from where it had fallen on his throat. She used it to trace a line along his neck and between his pecs. She couldn't resist her urge, so trailed it across his chest until it rested on his clamped right nipple.

"Aaah....oh shit." Dean's face cinched in pain and pleasure as he inhaled sharply. His back arched slightly.

"So, Angel, will you ever go away without telling me again?" Jacky asked sweetly.

"Never Lady J, never...ah." Jacky lifted the vibrator letting Dean breathe again. The music made it almost feel cinematic as she rolled off slide of the side of the bed. The opening chords of Welcome Home started as she moved to place the vibrator on Dean's hard cock. She used the music as a guide moving up and down in perfect time, marveling at how his body responded easily with the touch of this machine. Dean soon started making his usual sounds as he neared his orgasm. His eyes went shut as his head tilted backward.

Those burning hazel eyes flew open again, though, when Jacky stopped her movements with the magic little missile. He gazed at her needing her to touch him more. He got his wish as she shoved her mouth down onto his cock.

"Aaaaah.....holy fuck." Dean's head was thrown back instantly and it was Jacky's turn to feel the vibrator on her chin as it lay across Dean's balls. It seemed to resonate through her jaw with each thrust of his head to the back of her throat.

"Oh, fuck, yes, oh fuck." Dean's stream of curse words meant that she was about to get what she had wanted for days. Then, like a glorious sweet fountain Dean poured his sweet cum down her throat. He seemed to cum forever as Jacky greedily sucked it in. She felt herself moan around him. It felt so good to get this from him. It still was not enough, though. She wanted to be sated, completely, and even licking the last drops from him as she pulled her mouth off was not enough. She needed more.

"Now, angel, who's cock is this?" Jacky accentuated her words by touching his cock with the vibrator. He was clearly still sensitive and jolted slightly as she did it.

"It's yours my lady, all yours." His breathing was so harsh and seemed to fit in with Disposable Heroes perfectly.

"And, who gets to choose when she uses it?" Jacky touched him again, reveling in how he jolted, but his cock still started to come back to life again.

"You do Lady J, you get to use it whenever and however you want." His words were harsh and his face strained.

Jacky pounced once more straddling Dean again. As she crawled to his face, she realized that she still had her heels on, how glorious. She truly was his Lady J. She moved up enough to unlock his cuffs and allow his hands to fall down. Dean looked drained, but she was not done with him yet.

She slid forward more so she was just below his nipples, and carefully unclamped them. His nipples were hard and red from the clamps. She rubbed over them gently, and his eyes opened wide. Still sore, apparently, she thought. Her mouth upon his right nipple as she slid backward made him moan once more and she felt his cock stir just below her ass. Oh, now he was ready again, huh? Good.

Jacky reached backward and found the vibrator beside Dean's leg and she picked it up. The look on his face was one of pleading her to not use it on him again.

"Please I want to be inside you Lady J, please." Dean's pleas were not enough, not yet.

"Hold this on your lips angel." Dean awkwardly took the vibrator from her and held it to his lips. Jacky smiled. Dean had placed it with the tip just below his nose. He was so cute when he obeyed, but she realized that she had been vague in her desire to use fewer words.

Her smile caught her by surprise as she moved the vibrator so that it was across his lips from left to right. Had she really just smiled? It was like the animalistic fog had lifted. Jacky was no longer ravenous, but was now just enjoying being back with her little angel Dean.

Dean's smile back was soon covered as she moved so that her clit was over the vibrator. She let the sweet sensations roll through her body as she moved slowly at first looking down into Dean's eyes. He looked so helpless there. His hands were freed, but still he did not reach for her. He was being so good, she thought, and decided to let him at least touch her as she moved. She reached up and grabbed Dean's free hand moving it so that it was between her legs.

Dean did not have to ask, this was her way of allowing him to touch, with no words needed. His insertion of two fingers into her hole made her find the wall with her hand. When he put his pinky into her asshole, her eyes flew open from their slumber of enjoyment. Dean stroked her with his fingers and she ran her clit along the vibrator. She could feel his hot breath on her body as his lips parted below it. Oh, how fantastic this was.