The slaps were lighter than they had been on her ass, but they send ringing vibrations straight to her clit. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe deeply. He inserted one finger into her pussy and she reflexively clamped down on it.
“Now, pet,” he admonished. “You’re going to have to open back up for me. We’re going to get some more fingers in there. A lot more.” Abby opened her eyes and looked at him inquisitively. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “But I want my fingers stretching you out. Just like your ass, I’m going to start training your cunt to take a little more. I’d like to fist you.”
Abby panicked and started shaking her head vehemently. “Shhh,” he calmed her. “Not today. But we’re going to talk about it. I want this cunt filled with my hand.”
He pushed another finger in and Abby let go of her fear. She wiggled and spread her legs, trying to get him deeper. Her ass stung as it pressed against the table but it’s wasn’t an overwhelming sort of pain. He slapped her mound lightly with his other hand. She barely noticed the third finger.
“Getting nice and wet now, pet. Your pussy’s just opening right up for me. It knows who owns it, doesn’t it?” She whimpered behind the gag and nodded. “Has your cunt ever gotten this wet or opened this wide for another man?” She shook her head. “No,” he agreed. “That’s because it belongs to me. It’s my cunt. And I’m going to stretch my cunt just a tiny bit more. He folded his pinky finger in and pushed it inside her.
The burn of the stretch caused her to pull away from him, but he pressed a hand onto her stomach, pinning her down. “Now, now. If you really think you can’t handle it, then drop the ball, but don’t try to get away from me. You won’t make it far. I’m not putting any more in. Just these four. Now relax for me and open yourself up or drop the ball.”
Abby planted her feet a little wider and drew in a slow, deep breath. Mark slid his fingers in further. “Such a good little pet.” He worked her gently, letting her juices soak them both. “Don’t come, pet,” he warned. “Let me know when you’re too close. Do not come.”
****
Abby rocked her hips in response to Mark’s slow fucking and alternately squeezed and relaxed around the invasion. She felt him sliding in, inch by excruciating inch. She felt vulnerable to him, exposed, and it was such a turn on that she cried out suddenly behind the gag. Mark removed his hand. She protested the loss of his fingers and the empty feeling it left her with.
He chuckled. “See? When you let go you really love what I do. You’re going to love having my fist in you, baby. Just wait and see. Someday. Someday you’ll take it for me.” He picked up the crop and instead of hitting her with it, slowly rubbed the triangular end against her bare lips. He pressed harder, moving the thin shaft along her slit. The first blow hit and was a surprise. It hit her inner thigh. He continued a firm tapping along the inside, getting closer and closer to her spread open sex but then stopped just before he reached it. Abby sighed, partly in frustration and part relief.
He repeated the same thing on the other leg, stopping just before the pussy. Another tap came down just above her pubic bone. He slapped her mound with the tip, not hard, though. She whined, caught between wanting more and wanting it to stop before it got worse. Mark spun the rod in his hand and traced the handle along her slit. With his free hand, he spread her wide and slid it in.
“Fuck it, pet. Fuck it like it’s my cock. Show me how much you love my whip.”
Abby wiggled and bucked her hips, trying to take the handle deeper. It seemed a little shocking to her to fuck something that wasn’t even really a sex toy, but that also made it kind of hotter. Naughtier. She felt like Mark’s wanton little pet, driven insane by desire, humping tables and legs and fingering herself in parking lots. And all of it was so deliciously bad. He yanked the crop out and slapped her pussy with it. She continued to hump the air like she was still being filled by toys, fingers, cocks...Mark’s fist. He rained down blows from her clit to her slit to her inner thighs, and Abby, having been brought to the edge so many times during this session only to be denied relief, screamed behind the gag as she came in a rush, her pussy clenching and grasping frantically at nothing. She started to cry in frustration mixed with relief.
Mark threw down the crop, grabbed her off the table and laid her on the floor. He hurriedly unzipped his jeans and released his cock. He drove into her hard. Her orgasm had only just subsided and the sensation of the sudden invasion was right on the border between pleasure and pain. He covered her with his massive frame and fucked her hard, pulling out and slamming back in. She felt a second, stronger orgasm building in side her. She grabbed and clawed at him, trying to pull him deeper inside her.
“I know,” he told her, slamming into her again. “I know, baby. You need my cock inside you to come hard.” He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head with one hand. He kept ramming her, getting close, grinding his pelvis into her mound to stimulate her clit. Abby fought against his hold, not really wanting to be free, just enjoying the feeling of being helpless. “That’s right,” he growled, slamming her hands back into the padded carpet. “You just have to take it.
Take. my. fucking. cock.
”
Abby screamed again and bit down on the gag hard, another more powerful orgasm ripped through her. She sobbed and fought and screamed, never wanting any of it to stop. Ever. She was reduced, once again, to Mark’s crying, needy, greedy fucking pet and she wanted nothing more than to crawl onto his lap, cock impaling her in whichever hole pleased him most, and stay there forever.
Mark had taken off the gag and moved them to the more comfortable couch. He was stretched out across the length of it and she was on top of him, snuggling against him. “How do you know everything?” she asked him, trailing her fingers along his arm.
He chuckled. “You
tell
me.”
She frowned. “No, I don’t. I said I did not want my pussy whipped. And you told me it would make me come.”
“I’ve got a pretty good idea of where your pain threshold is at the moment. I know how hard to spank you to make you come, and how hard to make you cry for punishment, without actually seriously hurting you. Your brain tells you some things are wrong or scary but, like I said, your body trusts me. It knows who owns it. Your brain will catch up. You can’t undo two decades of programming in just a few weeks. You’re trying, Abby. You’re really, honestly trying and that makes me incredibly happy.”
“But don’t you want anything?” she asked quietly, half interested and half anxious about the answer. “You made me tell you my stranger fantasy, but you have some, too, right? So far, everything has been for me. I...want to do something for you. But I don’t think I could do fisting,” she added. “It’s- that’s too much. I can’t. And I don’t think that’s just my brain. My pussy can barely take your cock. But do you want anything else?”
He brushed her hair lightly. “Abby, I appreciate the offer. But I’ve been doing this for a long, long time, and the things I want, you’re not ready for them. Not yet.”
“Can we try? Can you- I mean- is there like a triage? Can you pick an easier one and we’ll give it a shot? I really, really want to do something for you.”
“Abby-” he protested.
She straddled him, getting up on her knees. “You said people do that. Subs. They do things just to make their Doms happy. I want to do that. I want to make you happy. I might fail, but at least I tried.”
He considered her for a long moment. “Alright,” he said finally. “There’s a specific fantasy that I couldn’t do with girls in clubs for various reasons. If you’re really serious, we’ll try tomorrow. But, Abby, parts of it will not be pleasant for you. It’s my fantasy, strictly for me. What you want doesn’t enter into it. You can safeword if it’s too hard for you, but you won’t get pleasure out of some of it.”
“We’re trying it,” she declared firmly.
“Well, I’ll try to take it easy on you, and-”
“No,” she interrupted him. “It’s your fantasy. You get it exactly the way you want it. No adjustments just for me.”
“Okay,” he agreed. “It won’t be scary at all, but it’ll be a challenge. I’ll do it the way I want, and if you can’t take it, you safeword.”
She nodded. “Deal.”
He grinned up at her. “I’m so glad I gave you a drawer.”
“And a key,” she reminded him.
“And a key.”
Abby grinned. “Though, I have to say, I’m surprised you didn’t just put in a doggie door.”
He grabbed her and rolled her off the couch, coming down on top of her, but cushioning the back of her head with his hand. “Oh, you’re going to get it!” He pinned her down with an arm over her chest and tickled her belly just below the line of the corset.
“Stop!” she shrieked.
“Oh, no. You bad, bad girl!”
“I can’t breathe,” she said, laughing.
“You sassed me, pet! And sassy little pets get punished!”
He tickled her until she was panting and her face was probably as red as the corset. He dragged her back up to the couch and sat her in his lap. “Tomorrow,” he informed her. “We’ll try it tomorrow.”
Abby knew better than to ask what ‘it’ would entail. “Tomorrow,” she agreed and hoped it was something she could do.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Abby stretched and felt the other side of the bed. She found it empty. Opening her eyes she found Mark, across the room, sitting in the chair. He was watching her intently. For a moment she was simply happy to see him and happy that he was apparently happily watching her. But then she remembered that today was the day.
She gave him a tentative smile. “Sir?” she asked, even though she was wearing her silk nightgown and not her leather collar.
Mark leaned forward in the chair and put his hands on his knees. He was wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. His bare feet were planted on the floor. “Bath time, pet,” he informed her. “Take as much time as you need and come back to the bedroom.”
Abby nodded and climbed out of bed. As she washed herself she tried not to think too hard about what kind of fantasies a guy like Mark would have. He said it wouldn’t be scary. Just challenging. And she’d survived challenging before. She dried off, and unsure of what to do with her hair, she left it down but brushed it out. She headed back to the bedroom and scanned the room for anything that looked out of the ordinary, but it was exactly as she had left it. Mark attached her collar and pulled out a pair of white stockings. He handed them to her. Silently, Abby sat on the edge of the bed and rolled them on.
He indicated she should stand up and she did. A shiver of anticipation shot through her. He walked her to the wall, where the eye bolt was anchored above her head. The spot where he’d cuffed her and dropped wax onto her nipples. But she wasn’t wearing cuffs now, only the collar. Mark put his hands on her shoulders and positioned her with her back to the wall, facing him. He traced one finger over her lips. “What’s your safeword?”
“Cantaloupe.”
“What is it?”
“Cantaloupe,” she repeated more firmly.
“If you can’t do this, it doesn’t mean you’re a failure. It just means you’re not ready. I already know you’re not fully trained, but I’m a selfish bastard and I want this now. In fact I’ve been trying like hell to hold off, but since you offered...” He gave her a sly grin.
She swallowed hard, getting a little nervous now, but nodded.
Mark attached the wrist cuffs and clipped them together behind her back. “Kneel,” he ordered. She very carefully got down on her knees as Mark watched silently. “Put the soles of your feet against the wall.”
Thrown off a little by this direction, Abby hesitated then moved backward and set the soles of her stockinged feet against the wall. Mark unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them, tossing them on the bed. His semi-erect cock was just inches from her face.
“Suck me,” he ordered.
Abby nodded. She tongued the head as she’d been taught and swirled her tongue around it. She licked her way from the tip to the root and back up again and then ducked down a bit to take one of his balls into her mouth. When she was sucking on the other one, Mark threaded his fingers through the hair on top of her head and gently but firmly pushed her back until her head made contact with the wall behind her.
“Open,” he growled and Abby opened her mouth as much as she could. Mark shoved his fully hard cock in and pulled out immediately. She gasped in surprise. “Keep your mouth open for my use,” he demanded and drilled into her again.
She was completely restrained, with her hands cuffed behind her back and the wall behind her cutting off any avenue of escape. Mark’s hands were in her hair, not hurting her, but holding her head firmly at any rate. All Abby could do was withstand the assault. And it was no doubt a full-on assault on her mouth. After a few warm-up fucks, he moved closer and shoved his entire cock in, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged and he retreated. He allowed her to catch her breath and then plunged in again.