As he continued to stroke her, she began to relax.
“I’d like you to look at me as much as possible,” Master Eric told her.
She nodded.
Master Rafael rubbed her buttocks, gently, then a bit more vigorously.
She shifted in her bonds and moaned her approval. “I like it, Sir.”
He delivered a few open-handed spanks to her derriere.
Because she was already so sensitive, the smacks were enough to make her juices flow.
He increased the intensity. He struck her on the back, on the buttocks, on the shoulders.
Minutes passed and he continued the rhythmic beating.
The flogger’s leather strands bit at her, but it felt more sensual than painful.
“How’re you doing?” Master Eric asked.
“I’m fine, Sir.”
“Look at me.”
She shook her head against the daze, trying to focus on his command.
“Look at me,” he repeated.
She opened her eyes. Until he spoke a second time, she hadn’t realised her eyes were closed.
“Do you need more?” Master Rafael asked. “Less?”
“Honestly, Sir?”
“Honestly.”
“I need you to be quiet, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Keep an eye on her, Eric.”
The words seemed to come from a distance.
She felt the caress of leather on her shoulders, her spine, her back, her buttocks. She’d never experienced anything like this. Oddly, the beating soothed her.
After a few more minutes her body felt weightless, and she allowed the bindings around her wrists to support her.
Before she was quite ready, he stopped the flogging.
She opened her eyes again and blinked, staring into the light blue depths of Master Eric’s eyes.
Behind her, Master Rafael spoke. “That’s enough for tonight.”
“I want more, Sir.”
“You’ve had quite a day.”
“But—”
“That’s twice. Enough, sub.”
His tone was sharp, snapping her back to the present. “Yes, Sir.”
“You did well,” Master Eric added.
She could stay there forever, Master Rafael beating her while she stared into Master Eric’s light blue eyes.
The men removed her from the cross.
After taking off her clamps, Master Rafael carried her to the bedroom. She wanted to snuggle against the comfort and protection of his chest.
He placed her on the edge of the bed. Then he went into his closet and returned with a robe that he draped around her shoulders.
“Tell me about your experience.”
“That was spectacular.” And it was. Time and space ceased to exist. There was only her and the sting of the leather. “It’s hard to describe. I’ve never quite felt that way before.”
He nodded. “We got you a taste of subspace, but there’s more.”
“Why did you stop, Sir?”
“Because it was your first experience. Sometimes when a sub attains subspace, she’s no longer aware of what’s going on. She can be seriously hurt if she’s not with the right Dom.”
She was puzzled. “I wasn’t hurt. And I wanted to continue.”
“And I want your body to fully recover from today’s experience before I try to take you all the way there.”
She understood. Maybe.
“Lie down on your stomach. I want to inspect your marks.”
It no longer seemed strange to show her body to Master Rafael. Whatever instruction he issued, she followed, no embarrassment.
She shrugged from the robe and did as he told her. The coarse material of the bedspread abraded her sensitive nipples. She took a tiny, shocked breath.
“Maybe I was right in stopping?”
“You weren’t beating my nipples, Sir.”
He reached between her legs and squeezed her clit brutally.
She yelped. “I apologise, Sir. What I meant to say was, you were right in stopping. Thank you for looking out for me.”
“There’s another way to shut you up, sub.”
“Hopefully you’re talking about shoving your cock in my mouth. Sir.” It was much easier to be brave when she didn’t have to look at him.
He laughed and then switched on a table lamp. He trailed his fingers over her body. “You look none the worse for wear,” he said.
“I told you that, Sir.”
“We’ll see how well the marks heal overnight.” He extinguished the lamp.
“There’s nothing wrong with my mouth, Sir. Let me suck you.” Without permission, she rolled back over. She reached for his belt buckle.
“You’re insatiable.”
“Yes. For you. Sir.”
Since he didn’t stop her, she undid the snap at his waist and then pulled down his zipper.
His cock was already swelling, making it difficult to open the fly.
Without speaking, he toed off his boots and shucked his pants and socks. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and allowed it to fall to the floor.
In typical Dom fashion, he didn’t allow her the upper hand for long.
He lifted her from the bed and deposited her on the floor. “Kneel, sub. Hands behind your head. Open your mouth.”
She looked up at him. What had she got herself into? She imagined she’d picked up a stick and poked at a tiger.
“Open your mouth,” he repeated.
She did.
“Wider.”
He moved in closer and she inhaled the musky scent of his masculinity. Heaven help her, he was sexy.
He used his cock to smack her face. “I don’t like being manipulated.”
She closed her eyes and remained in position. Another lesson learnt, another reminder he wasn’t like any other man she’d been with.
He slapped her mouth with his penis. “How does that feel?”
“It reminds me I’m a sub, Sir.”
“Don’t forget it.”
Before she got in trouble and needed to be disciplined, she opened her mouth. She’d learnt she preferred to be beaten than punished. She’d rather he fuck her than put her on her knees and ignore her.
He fed his cockhead into her mouth.
Before she could close around his circumference, he took hold of her hair and pulled her head back. “I’ll tell you when to suck.”
She blinked.
He guided her back to his hard cock. With her hands behind her neck and his fist gripping her hair, she’d be unable to control the depth of his thrust or how long he’d be inside her. A frisson of unease made her cunt dry.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
She’d been afraid of that.
He thrust forward and held her head in place.
The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. Before she could gag, he eased out. But before she could recover, he moved forward again.
He jerked his hips again and again. He shoved his cock deep into her throat. Her eyes watered. Her shoulders shook. Her jaw ached. It was all she could do to keep her hands behind her head as he mastered her completely.
“Now, sub, suck my dick. Lick my balls. You’ve got two minutes to make me come.”
Her whole body shook. She’d never experienced anything like this. It humbled her.
She quickly dropped her hands. He never released his grip on her hair, but she licked him and sucked him, worshipped him with her mouth. She moistened her index finger and pressed it against the entrance to his anus.
He jerked forward and she inserted her finger deeper.
“Jesus,” he managed.
Emboldened, she licked his shaven scrotum.
She used her free hand to stroke and squeeze his length as she licked his glans, pleasuring him rather than being punished.
His cock thickened.
She pushed her fingertip against his prostate.
He groaned. His body stiffened. Then she felt the tell-tale pulse before his seed spilled in her mouth.
She had taken less than the allotted two minutes, if her internal clock was any guide. She smiled in self-satisfaction.
Slowly, as he softened, she withdrew her finger.
“I’m not finished with you yet, sexy little sub.”
Before she figured out his intention, he picked her up and dumped her on her back on the bed.
He grabbed a condom from the nightstand.
“You…” She licked her upper lip, tasting his saltiness again. “It’s not possible, Sir.”
“I assure you it is.”
More than ever, with that determined gleam in his eyes, she was reminded of an outlaw pirate.
He parted her legs and tongued her cunt.
She thrashed about. She knew better than to give into the need to climax, but the urge was there, just below the surface.
He opened the nightstand draw and grabbed a small, teardrop-shaped stainless steel butt plug.
Her stomach clenched.
He knelt between her legs. “Put your ankles on my shoulders.”
This man thought of the most obscene things possible. He pumped some lube onto the
plug.
She lifted her pelvis and settled her ankles on his shoulders.
“Relax. This is going in with minimal fuss, but how minimal is up to you. If you bear down as I push, I’ll fuck you with it several times before shoving it all the way in. If you tense up, I’ll insert it immediately. The first way is considerably more pleasurable.”
“I won’t fight you, Sir.”
He’d proven again and again he would prevail.
“Finger your pussy.”
Completely exposed to him, she played with her already-swollen clit while he started to insert the plug.
Fortunately Master Eric had stretched her when he finger-fucked her earlier, making Master Rafael’s penetration slightly easier.
As promised, he slid it in a little, then pulled back before pushing forward again, gently fucking her while letting her get accustomed to being forced wide open. It still hurt, though. She gritted her teeth, almost wishing he would just shove the damned metal thing up there.
“Relax. Breathe. Distract yourself.”
The thickest part of the plug was stretching her sphincter.
She dug her heels into his shoulders.
He slapped her pussy—
that freaking distracted her
—and sank the plug home.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Of course it wasn’t. For him.
He unwrapped the condom, dropped the wrapper on the nightstand and then took her in a single, breath-taking motion.
The feel of him combined with the size of the plug and the angle of his penetration overwhelmed her. There wasn’t enough room, and each motion seemed impossibly magnified.
“You can come anytime,” he told her.
This wasn’t lovemaking. This was raw and animalistic sex.
He drove forward, stretching her hamstrings and forcing her to accommodate him. He put his palms beneath her buttocks, lifting her.
He thrust in shallow, rough strokes, just enough to rub her G-spot and obliterate any conscious thought.
She came again and again as he repeatedly filled her.
Probably because he’d already had two ejaculations, he seemed to fuck her forever. Her vaginal walls were tender by the time he finally surged deep, pressing against her chest, her knees now draped over his shoulders.
She’d never had a man so deep inside her. She liked it. Suddenly, she wanted it to last. Sunday, she knew, would arrive too soon.
Chapter Five
After breakfast, when she was enjoying her last sips of coffee, Master Rafael looked at her over the rim of his mug.
“Take the next couple of hours to prepare.”
“Prepare, Sir?”
“Shower or bathe. Make sure your cunt is still devoid of hair.”
She nodded.
“You will find two enema bottles under the sink in the master bathroom. Use both. Also, if you want, work on stretching your anus wide. It will make it much easier when Master Eric and I both take you. Again, it’s your choice on how difficult you want it to be.”
She swallowed her coffee wrong and coughed. “Both of you?”
“Two hours. Be prepared.”
Oh God. She hadn’t signed up for two men taking her.
But the more she thought of the idea, the more she liked it, the more it excited her.
She went into the bathroom and gave herself an enema, not something she ever enjoyed. Afterwards she went in search of the small plug she knew Master Rafael kept in the nightstand.
Her mouth fell open at the assortment of plugs in the drawer.
The stainless steel one he’d used on her was the smallest of the lot. There were all types of sizes and shapes, some like Christmas trees, others like phalluses that were barely indented at the bottom. Some were long, some were short. She had no idea he could have been torturing her even more than he had been. Maybe she should have been grateful. She wrinkled her nose. It was hard to be grateful for something so hated.