He chuckled. “Interesting choice. All right,
then. At any time, if for any reason you want me to stop, simply say the word
and we’re done.”
She nodded, keeping her eyes lowered.
“You are to call me Sir. I prefer that to Master.
And obedience is a must. Any hesitation at all and your Sir will punish you.
Clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” She was so hot already, but the basic
familiar instructions aroused her even more. Liz could slowly but steadily feel
herself falling back into the familiar sanctuary of subspace.
“You body is mine to do with as I wish,” he
continued. “It is for my pleasure, and mine only.
Your
pleasure is only
at my discretion. No matter what I do to you, you absolutely will not come
until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she repeated.
He paused beside the bench and delivered an
open-handed smack to one cheek of her ass. She jerked automatically but then
held herself still.
“Good. You’re an obedient sub.”
Without warning, he landed another hard smack on
her ass. Then the blows came in quick succession, each one harder than the one
before, until her ass felt as if it was on fire. She knew her cunt certainly
was.
“Ah. Dripping.”
She heard the satisfaction in his voice as he
probed her slit. Easing out slowly, he took a moment to circle her opening
before moving in front of her. He lifted his hand and inhaled the cream that
clung to it before holding it out to her. “Lick my fingers. Until they’re
clean.”
Liz ran her tongue over the surface of his
fingers, licking her cream from them until she’d cleaned every inch of the
skin. Her own taste lingered on her tongue, a combination of sweet and tart.
“Nothing is to be denied to your Sir.” He was in
full Dom mode. “Punishment for any offense is at my discretion, both in type
and intensity. Are we clear on that?”
“Yes.” She wet her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent. We’ll get along just fine. Keep your
head bowed and your eyes on the bench in front of you.”
She heard him moving around behind her, the
opening and closing of a cupboard door, the rattle and clink of objects. The
anticipation ramped up her stimulation to a higher level. Her nipples ached
from the clamps on them and her cunt pulsed with unsatisfied need. But she knew
Alex was in control and that in itself was incredibly exciting. She wanted
this. No, craved it. And she’d been without for so long.
In the next moment, she saw his legs in front of
her and then felt folded silk pressed to her eyes. A blindfold. Cream gushed in
her pussy as he tied it securely behind her head. How did he know she craved
the darkness a blindfold could bring? Everything else was heightened,
ultrasensitive.
He chuckled as if reading her thoughts. “I had a
feeling you loved this. I enjoy keeping my subs in the dark. It intensifies
everything.”
Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
“I believe discipline is the key to a successful
relationship. Just enough to let my sub know the rules are to be enforced and I’m
to be obeyed. Since this is our first session together I’ll ask this one
time—are you agreeable? We need to firmly establish who’s in charge here,
Elizabeth.” He paused. “In here, as my sub, you will be Elizabeth, not Liz. Nod
your head if you understand.”
She swallowed and bobbed her head up and down.
“Good.”
More movement. Then the familiar feel of a suede
flogger trailing across the backs of her thighs and the bottom of her ass.
Without thinking, she wriggled her hips, silently inviting him to apply the
instrument.
“Ah, you like this. Good. This is one of my
favorites.”
Leather slid around first one thigh and then the
other. Thigh cuffs were cinched tight and Liz heard metal clank of narrow
chains as they were locked into place on either side of the bench. Next were
cuffs that encircled wrists and upper arms. Liz felt the tension in her limbs
as he locked them into place. When he was finished her arms were secured n such
a way that she could neither lift them nor bend them in any other fashion. She
effectively restrained in that position, open to whatever he chose to do.
“You know this sets the tone for future play,” he
drawled.
Future? Did he plan for them to do this again?
Did she want to?
Damn right. She was reacting
to him more intensely than she had to any other Dom since…
Don’t go there. Pleasure.
Think pleasure.
The very thought of more sessions with this man
made her pussy throb even more. While she was still digesting the possibility,
the flogger hit the bottom of her ass with a hard
thwack!
Pain rocketed
through her, but the bite of it brought so much pleasure she was sure her cunt
was gushing. Her inner walls quivered.
Thwack!
The flogger struck again. And
again. The multiple suede straps each kissing her skin with a sharp bite. Heat
surged across the globes of her buttocks, down her thighs, and into her cunt.
“Your ass is looking very hot,” Alex commented as
he continued to deliver the strokes.
They came in no particular rhythm. Sometimes in
quick succession so she barely had time to catch her breath from one before the
next one struck. Other times the pattern was irregular. Just when she was sure
he was finished, here came the next one.
Then they stopped, and his hand caressed the
burning skin. Fingers probed her dripping cunt, and he gave a murmur of
satisfaction.
“Oh, yeah. Your flesh nearly scorches my fingers,
and your cunt is plenty juicy. I think we are ready for the next stage.”
Liz tried to imagine what the next instrument
delivering delicious pain would be. While she was turning the possibilities
over in her mind, she felt something hard and smooth pressed against the backs
of her thighs. A crop! Oh, sweet heaven. She’d had a Dom whose favorite
instrument was the crop, and he knew exactly how to wield it to arouse her
beyond the point of reason. Would Alex have the same talent?
Please, yes. Please, please.
“Let’s see how this arouses you, sub.” His voice
was thick with barely controlled lust.
She jerked when the crop bit into the bottom of
her ass, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She had no idea
if Alex was the kind of Dom who was turned on by the reaction to pleasure/pain
or not. But in the next moment she found out.
His hand cupped her chin. “Don’t stifle your
sounds, Elizabeth. I love the cries and whimpers. Let it go.”
Yes. It was as arousing to him as it was to her.
When the crop fell again, she didn’t hold back,
crying out, rocking as much as the restraints allowed. Again there was no
rhythm to strokes. Fast, three in succession, then nothing. Then two. Nothing
again. She had no time to anticipate, to prepare. She had tumbled down into
subspace, the place where the pleasure overrode the pain and her body wanted
nothing but to achieve maximum orgasm.
After one particularly loud scream, he stopped
and caressed her cheek. “Enough? Should I stop? I usually like to apply ten,
but…”
She shook her head rapidly. Even though it had
been so long for her, if she stopped him now he’d probably make her dress and
leave, and that was the last thing she wanted. Past rejection still festered in
her soul. “No. Please, Sir. I want all ten.”
“Are you sure? This is the first night for us.
Besides, it’s been quite a while for you.”
“Please, please. If you want me to beg, I will.”
It had been so long for her that she had to know she could take whatever he had
to give, now and in the future.
He bent down, turned her face, and kissed her
mouth. “No need to beg. I won’t stop. You are going to be such a good sub,
Elizabeth.” He stood up. “Ten it is.”
She tried to count after that. Was that eight? Or
nine?
“Ten.” The word had a finality to it. “Ten
strokes with the crop, Elizabeth. I think that’s enough for tonight, but let’s
check.”
His hand smoothed over the burning cheeks of her
ass then downward until his fingers were sliding into her pussy.
“Damn, but you’re wet.” His voice had a rough
edge. His fingers separated her labia. “And swollen. Oh, yeah. Nice and
swollen.” His hand smacked her deliberately on her pussy lips before he sought
her clit and pinched it. Hard.
Liz had to grit her teeth to hold herself
together. The urge to come was so strong it took every ounce of her personal
control to keep from unraveling. She moaned as his fingers continued to probe
and tease her ravenous flesh.
“Hold back,” he drawled. “You know it will be
worth it.”
Liz heard the sound of boots hitting the floor,
then the whisper of fabric. He was undressing. God, what she wouldn’t give to
see him naked. See that wonderful body in all its muscled glory. But at the
moment she was just happy to catch her breath.
His fingers gently pried her lips open, and the
head of his cock edged into her mouth.
“Suck me,” he ordered. “I want to come in your
mouth.”
So there was to be no relief for her tonight? She
wanted to cry in frustration.
Alex laughed. “Poor little subby. So horny. Don’t
worry. I won’t leave you hanging.” He bent and put his mouth to her ear. “But I’m
not going to fuck you tonight. I’m saving that. And I promise it will be worth
it. So open wide.”
She opened her mouth as wide as she could,
wishing her hands were free so she could wrap her fingers around his erection.
He thrust forward until the head of his penis bumped the roof of her mouth.
Automatically, her lips closed around him, and she slid her head back and forth
as much as her restraints allowed.
“You just worry about how you use that hot little
mouth. I’ll take care of the rest.”
And he did. She licked his length with her
tongue, pulled hard with her lips, and scraped him with her teeth. Alex rocked
back and forth, his hips pushing toward her, each time his cock sinking deeper
into her mouth. His hands gripped her head, tilting it this way and that for
the best angle. They caught a rhythm together. He drove in and out as she
pulled and sucked and his fingers brushed against her as they wrapped around
the chain linking the nipple clamps and tugged gently. As his movements became
more forceful, he yanked on the chain, her nipples shrieking with the rough
edge of pain.
She could tell by his groans when he was getting
near. Then his body tensed, he thrust hard one last time and semen exploded in
her mouth. Thick and hot it slid down her throat as fast as she could swallow.
When his cock flexed for the last time, his grip on her head relaxed. She
opened her mouth, and his shaft slid free.
“Very good.” He sounded ravaged, spent. “Better
than that.
Damn
good.” He slapped her still stringing ass. “Now it’s
your turn.”
She heard him moving around again, but he didn’t
release any of the restraints or undo the blindfold. The next thing she felt
was his fingers at the tiny pucker of her asshole, rubbing cool gel onto and
into it. Two fingers plunged inside her, massaging the gel into her hot dark
tissues.
In a moment, she felt the pressure of a butt plug
stretching her as he slowly forced it inside. More, more, more, filling her
until…
There. It was in. Shivers raced through her and
her pussy quivered.
“Next time I put this in your fine little ass,”
he told her, “I’m going to fuck you, fill both holes. Fill you up so much you’ll
feel it in every nerve ending.”
Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh,
please.
“But for tonight, a little something else.” His
hands moved between her thighs, and something cold clamped onto her clit. “You’ll
get to come, sugar, but I have to leave you wanting more.”
Whatever was on her clit suddenly began to
vibrate, waves of sensation pulsing through her. She was already so horny, had
held herself back for so long, that it took only seconds before she convulsed,
the waves of a powerful orgasm gripping her.
The walls of her pussy spasmed, hungry for
something to grip. Her entire body shuddered as wave after wave of erotic
pleasure swept through her. The restraints only enhanced the power of the
climax, her body shaking with the force of it. It went on and on, the little
vibrator strumming her clit, the plug wedged tight in her ass, and Alex’s fingers
at her cunt, holding it open so he could watch every flutter and tremble.
Finally, she dropped her head to her forearms,
her body covered with perspiration, chest heaving, heart thundering in her
chest. She felt Alex’s fingers inside her, rubbing and sliding, coaxing the
last of the aftershocks from her.
Then the vibrator stopped, the plug was removed
from her ass and the restraints released. Then the clamps. He gently rubbed her
nipples as the first pain of release stabbed at her. The blindfold was last,
just before he lifted and turned her and stretched her out full length on the
bench. Kneeling beside her, he massaged her arms and legs, easing the soreness
in the muscles from being so long in one position.