Just when she began to grow used to this exquisite torture, the iciness of the glass penetrated her hot, swollen tissues.
The temperature difference both shocked and soothed.
Sean watched her as she acclimated to this new sensation. “We didn’t discuss cold play. Now is the time to tell me if it’s one of your limits.”
Marcella shook her head. “No, Master. I like cold play.”
“You and your British bands.”
He grinned. “I’ll have to take you to a concert the next time we’re in England.”
She started at the playfulness of his tone. Wasn’t he about to punish her? Shouldn’t he be a little more upset that she’d disobeyed him by coming without permission?
His knees crackled as he stood. “Kneel up, slave.
Careful with that glass phallus.
It’s heavy. If you let it fall out, you’ll earn another punishment.”
A cold, hard dildo delivered punishment? Marcella wanted to laugh at his attempt. Obviously he took her admittance of disliking too much pain as reason to not use some of the harsher methods of punishment. She felt a little cheated. As a submissive, she craved knowing her place. She craved knowing the certainty of punishment as a response to disobeying.
Then she rose to her knees. Gravity took over, fighting her for possession of the heavy, slippery dildo. She clenched with all her might to keep it from sliding out and reveled in the level of Sean’s insidiousness. Only the most creative doms administered punishments that were also challenges.
He’d moved behind her while she fought to obey his orders. Her fevered pussy quivered against the coolness and relaxed, making her fight that much harder not to lose the dildo.
A
tug,
and he removed two anal beads in quick succession. She gasped at the heady stimulation and the way it messed with her ability to control her vaginal muscles. Less than thirty seconds into her punishment and she wanted to scream at the impossibility of it all.
He pushed one bead back in. She whimpered a protest and received a stinging smack on her ass for it.
“I will not countenance a disobedient slave, Cella. Your body is mine to tease and torture, to please and pleasure as I see fit.” He delivered a smack to the other cheek, and she struggled to keep any sounds muffled.
Wetness bloomed once again, fighting the cold in her pussy, but he didn’t continue with his erotic spanking. He moved around to face her. She eyed the huge bulge in his jeans. Saliva pooled on her tongue.
“Hands behind your back, naughty Cella.”
She immediately complied, though her arms felt heavy and unfamiliar. “How beautiful you are.
Pink cheeks everywhere.
A nice, rosy blush staining your chest.
That luscious pussy working so hard to please me.”
With one finger, he flicked open the button on his fly. Next he drew down the zipper. If her pussy could whimper, it would have. As it was, it wept for what it wanted so badly. She knew he would deny her this reward for a while longer. Even if she hadn’t disobeyed, he wouldn’t have fucked her until he’d finished toying with her.
His open jeans only revealed a similar bulge in his black briefs. Once before, Marcella had happened upon him wearing only underwear. He had been standing in front of his closet door talking on his cell. A few minutes before, he had texted her with an order to hurry to his room with his itinerary. He had an important meeting and had awoken late, which meant they had to shuffle his other appointments. One sight of the hard muscles cording his legs and defining his ass, clearly visible through the tight briefs, had sent moisture pooling between her legs. She had been on the job for exactly one week.
The look of shock on her face must have recalled him to his state of undress. He had ended his call and hurriedly remedied the situation. Though she couldn’t concentrate with him not dressed, she’d lamented the loss of such a sexy picture. She’d held on to the image and used it to fuel more than one masturbatory fantasy.
But now all professional courtesies had been suspended. He shoved his jeans and briefs down. His cock tangled in the fabric. Marcella envied the hand that reached in to free his erection, but that envy melted away once she came face-to-face with his cock. Though average in length, the thickness came as a surprise. Sean’s lean build didn’t lead her to imagine such girth.
She licked her lips.
He followed the path of her tongue, tracing his cockhead along her newly wet mouth. She longed to taste him, but she knew better than to open and take him inside. If she did that, he would deny her this pleasure on principle.
“Ask for it.”
No hesitation on her part. “Master, please may I suck your cock?”
“Open your mouth, Cella. You’ll take me inside; then we’ll see whether or not you get to suck.”
She read the subtext. Her mouth was merely a vessel. She couldn’t take an active role until he gave permission. Obediently, eagerly, she opened her mouth and relaxed her jaw. He eased the tip inside and pulled back. She barely got a taste.
He pushed in again, stopping once the crown of his cock breached the welcoming heat of her mouth. She wanted to lick the rim around his head and dip her tongue into the small opening that leaked evidence of his desire. She wanted to suck him deeper. She struggled to keep her tongue still as he withdrew again.
No matter what the cost, she would pass this test. The glass dildo slipped an inch. Because of its smooth surface, she barely felt it move. Flexing her muscles, she urged it back inside, but gravity proved stronger. At least she stopped it from sliding completely out. She let a moan escape, the inevitable result of her struggle.
Sean worked his cock into her mouth slowly. Each time, he pushed in just a little farther than he had before. When he bumped the back of her throat, he paused while she fought her gag reflex. The phallus in her pussy slipped a little more, drawing her attention away from the cock in her mouth.
“Swallow me, my darling slave. Show me how much you want to please your master.”
With perfect timing and rhythm, he thrust as she swallowed. “Fuck, Cella. You feel so fucking good. Put your hands on my hips so I don’t knock you over. Hold still while I fuck your mouth.” He gripped the sides of her head and growled the words in a voice that betrayed his lack of control.
His warning meant he wouldn’t be gentle or considerate. She wanted neither. The thought of him using her mouth excited her like nothing else, except perhaps the thought of him using her pussy or her ass for the same purpose. She was proud to make her master lose control.
He thrust into her mouth without fooling around with a slow tempo or a long buildup. The muscles of his hips, so tense under her fingers, trembled as he pistoned. He tightened his hands on her head, and his seed coated the back of her throat. She swallowed her reward. He thrust twice more, and then he went still.
She took the opportunity to finally use her tongue on his softening cock. He pulled from her slowly, and she cleaned him as he went.
He released his hold on her head and pushed her hands from his hips. “Lie back, but keep your knees on the pillow. Can you bend like that?”
Once, her knees had been able to do that. To do so now would lead to tearing something important. Passing twenty-five had meant losing some of her flexibility. She shook her head. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“That’s okay. Lie on your back on the floor with your ass on the pillow. Put your legs in front of you, but keep them bent and out of the way. I want to see the dildo in your pussy and the beads in your ass.”
Moving slowly, she managed to comply without losing the glass dildo. Though she didn’t take the time to look, she knew it had slipped almost halfway out. Another millimeter and gravity would win the battle. She breathed her thanks at the change in position.
He stared down at her, and she saw that he had fastened his jeans. The flush spread across his chest and neck left the only evidence he’d recently found his release. “No clothes for the rest of the day. You’ll spend the night chained to my bed.”
Marcella started. She hadn’t seen that coming. To her knowledge, he’d never chained a woman to his bed before. Questions whirled through her brain, but she shoved them away. He’d just ordered her to spend the night in his bed. That meant he didn’t plan to end the scene any time soon. This, her dream, had come true. She would neither question nor argue.
Satisfied she had no protest to voice, he jerked his chin in the direction of her head. “Lace your fingers under your neck.”
She complied, wincing as the clamps shifted and dug in a little differently due to the slight change in position. Now her entire body lay splayed and open. She looked to make sure Sean approved.
Possessiveness and desire flared in his eyes, two emotions she never thought he’d direct toward her. He turned and walked away, but Marcella didn’t panic. She knew he wasn’t going far. The position in which she
lay
alleviated any need for her to hold a certain form. She relaxed against the surprisingly comfortable wood floor and waited for her master.
He settled on the floor, his feet near her head and his ass next to her hip. He leaned over her body and set a tray of items on the other side. A tall glass filled with ice towered above the other things on the tray. She couldn’t quite identify anything else without moving.
Fishing out one ice cube, he placed the small round piece in her navel. Marcella shivered and clenched her pussy tighter around the dildo, which no longer felt cold.
He ran his hand over her stomach and caressed the rounded globes of her breasts. “Don’t move, Cella.”
Before she could process the order, he removed one of the nipple clamps. Blood rushed back to the little tortured peak, stinging the starved capillaries with liquid heat. Marcella cried out and arched her back, instinctively trying to escape the sweet pleasure-pain. Sean closed his mouth around her nipple before she managed to relax her back.
The additional stimulation sent electricity zinging straight to her pussy. A glance down showed Sean’s jaw working as he took more and more of her breast into his mouth. He grazed his teeth along her skin, and then he sucked hard. She watched, fascinated,
as
he released what he had been able to get into his mouth. It didn’t immediately resume its original shape. Her nipple and areola remained squished to a stiff point.
He studied it with the same expression she’d seen him use when he perused art. Abruptly, he reached between her legs and removed the glass dildo. Her empty pussy ached for his hot, hard cock.
“Tell me about a time you enjoyed being whipped.”
Before she could answer, he rocked two beads out of her anus and back in. She gasped at the sudden sensation.
He glanced back at her face.
“Cella.”
In all her fantasies, she hadn’t thought he would try to carry on a conversation while in the dungeon. When they encountered one another during the course of a regular day, he conversed with her on a variety of subjects. However, when they worked, he did not fill the time with unnecessary chatter.
“It was a flogger. One with short falls. I barely felt it, but afterward my skin was so sensitive.”
The rest of the beads stretched her as he rocked them back out. Each smaller than the last, the diminished pleasure gave her the feeling of things ending. She searched his face for signs he was finished with her.
His gaze heated a path along her splayed thigh. “I like the delicate areas of a woman.” A small point of cold traced along the tender, sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He added his hot tongue, thrilling her with a contradictory sensation.
He moved the ice cube up her side, leaving a trail of cool water behind. He pressed the flat of his tongue to her skin and cleared away the water. Then he shifted his body, stretching it out next to her, and continued his exploration. She shivered when he made it to the underside of her arms. Lying on the floor with her hands tucked behind her exposed the
most tender
skin of her arms to him.
“Tell me about another time you enjoyed the flogger, my slave.”
Marcella racked her brain. To her, the whip had always been a punishment. “I heard it can feel like a massage, but I’ve never experienced that. I’m sorry, Master. That’s all.”
He trailed ice and licked the track across her neck to her chin. He traced her lips, and then he seared them with his kiss. He thrust his cold tongue and the remnants of the ice into her mouth. She greeted him eagerly. Marcella wanted to feel him on top of her, inside her. She wanted him to claim her in all ways, and she’d never felt this way with another man before. Every other time she’d played a scene, she had always held back the most precious pieces of herself. With Sean, she didn’t want to hide anything.