Leaving her for a moment, he went to the drawers and selected a few items, setting them in a basket under the table that was out of her line of sight.
“How are you doing?” He asked, giving her a direct look, and she let out a shaky breath.
“I’m okay.”
“Good.” He ducked under the table for a moment and then straightened, reaching forward to caress her face. He brushed a finger over her lips and down her chest, traced his hand down over the ropes around her belly and began to circle her clit with his thumb. It was merciless. She couldn’t even move an inch.
“Oh!” She gasped as he once again penetrated her
arse with a finger from his other hand. That must have been what he was doing under the table. The lubricant was cold as he worked it into her. It was the most exquisite kind of torture. Shame and need warred all over her body as she struggled against the ropes.
“Settle down kitten.” He smiled at her discomfort. “You’ll hurt yourself thrashing against the ropes like that.”
“I can’t help it.” She closed her eyes. “Please Gabriel...” She jerked again as he inserted another finger, and let out a soft noise.
“Patience kitten.”
He lowered himself to his knees and ran his tongue through her folds. She was wet and ready for him and it made her cry out. Good. She’d need to be ready. He continued the oral assault as he withdrew his hands and reached under the table for the plug he’d placed there earlier. It was bigger than the one he’d used that morning, but he knew she could take it. Quickly coating it in yet more lube, he returned his left hand to her clit while his right hand slowly pushed it into her arse. Feeling her tense, he slowed down as he worked it into her and it took almost five minutes before it was in up to the hilt. Perfect.
She was panting when he stood up, his thumb still lazily circling. “You will not come until I tell you to, do you understand?” He said fiercely and her eyes flew open.
“I’m close.” She whispered and he nodded.
“I know.”
She wasn’t ready yet, so he took away his hands, stripping off his T-shirt and jeans and draping them over the stack. Then his boxers were gone and he came round to the head of the table, reaching underneath and releasing the mechanism to tilt it so that her head was lowered to his groin. “Open your mouth.” He said softly and she obeyed without question. First he put his thumb in her mouth, exploring her teeth and tongue as he’d explored the rest of her. There was no part of her he didn’t own and he could tell from the way her tongue was curling around the pad of his thumb that she was enjoying the experience. Once he had explored, he withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his cock. He’d had girls on this table that could open their throats, but his sweet Noelle wasn’t one of them and he wasn’t going to push it. He needed her to enjoy this experience, so he moved gently, letting her explore him with her mouth. It was the only part of her that could move.
When she had teased him to fever pitch, he withdrew and held himself over her as she watched him with wide eyes. “Are you doing okay?” He asked and she nodded.
“I’m good.”
“Excellent.” He pushed away from the head of the table, returning to the base of it and tilting her back up the other way so she could look at him. Her breath wa
s coming short with anticipation as he rocked his hips against her.
“Please...” She
whispered, her eyes glassy with wanton need.
“Look at me.” He ordered and she blinked, focusing on him. When he was sure he had her attention, he positioned himself at her entrance and worked his way in. She was so small she formed a tight sheath around him and he couldn’t imagine what it must feel like for her. He could feel the plug in her
arse and guessed it had to be intense. Her body fought the ropes as her back bowed and he watched it with a peculiarly clinical detachment as he withdrew and thrust into her again.
“It’s too much.”
She gasped, throwing her head back as far as the ropes and table would allow. Sensing she was already on the edge, he brought his thumb back to her clit as he thrust again, picking up the pace. “Gabriel! Please!” It almost came out as a sob as he drove into her hard, over and over again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing from the mirrors.
“Don’t you dare
come!” He snapped. “Not until I tell you to.”
“Mercy!”
She breathed, crying out again.
“There is no mercy in here.” He said ruthlessly. “There is only my will.” He reached up with his free hand and cupped her breast, rolling the nipple expertly between a thumb and forefinger
as she gasped again. It wasn’t long before he could feel the muscles in her core tightening.
“Gabriel!” She couldn’t form the words to warn him.
“Don’t do it.” He said softly, looking directly into her face. “If you do I will punish you.”
“I can’t help it!” She wailed, her eyes pleading with him, but he didn’t let up.
“Are you going to disobey me?” He demanded, lowering his mouth to her breast and she couldn’t stop herself. The moment his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, she shattered beneath him, shuddering all over as much as the ropes would allow. “Oh kitten.” He stopped immediately and gazed down at her. “What did I tell you?”
“I couldn’t help it.”
She mumbled automatically. Aftershocks were rippling all over her body. His still hard cock could feel the muscles inside her clenching and unclenching. “I’m sorry. I tried.”
“It’s not good enough.” He withdrew from her as he shook his head. “You disobeyed a direct order
, kitten. Now I have to punish you.”
“What are you going to do?” There was real fear in her voice as he walked away towards the drawers again. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“And I won’t.” He rummaged until he found what he wanted, and concealed it in his palm as he turned back to her. “But you must be punished, and that means doing something you don’t want to do.”
“But I’m sorry!” She pleaded with him as he stalked back across the room with muscular grace. “I tried so hard. I couldn’t help it.”
“You disobeyed me.” He said again, perfectly calm.
“What are you going to do to me?” Her eyes were wide with fear and he leaned over, placing a hand to either side of her on the table.
“I’m going to fuck you up the arse kitten. And, what’s more, you’re going to come again for me while I do it.”
“No! Gabriel, please!” Her eyes were wide with panic
, but she hadn’t used her safe word. That was interesting.
“You must be punished.” He repeated again, making sure she watched as he leaned back and reached under the table for the lube. “You have no choice.”
“Gabriel don’t.” Her eyes were drawn to his cock as he took it in his palm, smearing the cool lubricant up and down his length. “Don’t do this to me.”
“I am Master in this room and you are mine.
Every part of you.” He grinned. “Including that tight little virgin arsehole of yours.” He put the lube back under the table, sliding the tiny vibrator over his thumb, although he didn’t turn it on yet.
“No!” She was breathing harshly as he gently extracted the plug from her and set the tip of his dick to replace it. “Please...no!”
“It’s too late.” Stretched already from the plug, he worked the head of his cock into her arse. “I’m in. Congratulations kitten. You’re no longer an anal virgin.”
“You bastard.”
Tears were rolling down her cheeks and she was helpless to do anything about it. He didn’t think she’d ever looked more beautiful as he carefully pushed deeper and deeper into her. She lay silently with resignation as he filled her with a fullness she couldn’t even begin to comprehend, until he was finally in up to the balls.
“Christ that feels good.” His legs were shaking. She was so tight around him it almost hurt. When he began to move, rocking back and forth, she moaned despite herself. He could see the muscles of her thighs juddering and the surface of her stomach quivered. Her body was beautifully responsive.
Noelle couldn’t even begin to describe what she was experiencing. He filled her to the point of pain, but it was right on the cusp, just quivering at the razor’s edge between intensity and agony. And then he moved and it was as though every fibre of her consciousness condensed right down into her core where he had left her empty and aching. She swelled when he thrust, ached when he withdrew, her awareness rushing back and forth like the tide of a stormy sea. It wasn’t pleasure though, not yet. He would break her before she came. She was sure of it.
Gabriel
couldn’t believe she hadn’t used her safe word. His sweet, wholesome little school teacher was just lying there, taking it up the arse without complaint. The sight of it almost unmanned him. He couldn’t decide if he hated her or loved her in that moment, but he had to know. Could she be trained to want it?
She jerked when he brushed his thumb over her clit, reflexively clenching her muscles, and it was his turn to cry out as she squeezed him to the edge of pain.
He had been trained to take it though, and continued to tease her mercilessly. He’d learned her body well. He circled her clit and tongued her nipples, assaulting every one of her most erogenous zones, until he could feel her responding to him with pleasure. The need to make her come for him while he did something so gloriously filthy to her almost took him to his knees. He wasn’t far off his own climax. He could feel his balls beginning to tighten, that light tingle in the base of his spine. It was time.
He switched on the vibrator attached to his thumb and pressed it to her clit and the effect was electric. Her head slammed back against the padding as she gasped for air that wouldn’t fill her lungs. “Come for me.” He whispered in her ear. “Come on kitten, I know you’re close.”
“I can’t.” Her voice was choked, her throat straining.
“You can.” He murmured. “Come for me. I want to know what it feels like. I want to know if your
arse will squeeze me the same way your pussy does.”
“Please...” She was too far gone to know what she was begging for, whether it was mercy or the final push.
“Come for me kitten.” He murmured again, running his tongue around the shell of her ear. “Don’t fight it.” If she didn’t breathe soon she was going to pass out. He began to move his thumb, circling with the vibrator as she cried out again and again, and then she silently imploded beneath him, taking him with her. He spilled into her, thrusting once or twice more before he was too light headed to stand and collapsed over her, breathing heavily. “You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled. “So fucking beautiful.”
He took a couple of minutes to rest
, but he knew he had to get her off the table before the pain began to set in. Levering himself up, he checked she was okay and then he gently withdrew. She made a face as he did so. Her arse felt raw and she could feel his seed dripping from her. Drawn to it like a moth to flame, Gabriel traced the line of it with his finger back into her arse. He did that. He put that there.
“Gabriel, no more.”
Her voice was husky and hoarse and he nodded.
“You were incredible kitten. You’re done.” He undid the knots beneath the table, helping her bring her wobbling legs together
, before he deftly untied them. He massaged her calves and thighs as blood rushed into them. He hadn’t cut off her circulation, but the ropes had been tight. When they were done, he moved around to untie her body, carefully unwinding the rope with something akin to reverence pouring from him. He’d never had an experience like that, controlled someone so absolutely. He’d had trained submissives in here, but somehow they’d been too broken for what he needed. He didn’t need someone that welcomed the pain, that begged for it. He needed someone that he knew he was controlling.
When the last of the bindings was free, he tenderly scooped her up into his arms and, heedless of their nakedness, carried her through to his bathroom. “Put your arms around my neck.” He told her softly and she did, hanging on as he supported her weight with one arm, using the other to start the shower. He knew she’d be too raw to sit in the bath. When the water was hot
, he carried her into the cubicle and let her feet slide down to the floor. He steadied her until he was sure she could stand and then began to wash her.
“How are you doing?” He asked quietly,
kneeling down to start with her feet.
“I can’t believe you did that to me.” She sounded shocked and not a little bit lost. “How could you?”
“Why didn’t you use your safe word?” He countered and she blinked down at him.
“I...” She trailed off. “I don’t know.” She said eventually. “I just never thought.” She began to shake then and steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be clean soon.” He’d worked his way up to her thighs, washing her skin with foaming gel that smelled of cinnamon and clove.
“I don’t think I’ll ever feel the same again.” She blurted out and he looked up at her, the water scattering over his face.
“You’ve had your eyes opened kitten.” He explained quietly. “Just like losing your regular virginity – it’s like Eve eating the apple in the Garden of Eden. Once something’s seen it cannot be unseen.” He returned his attention to cleaning her and felt her hands sliding down his shoulder blades.