Upside Down (8 page)

“Mark, I need to prepare your body first.
I don’t want to hurt you but you have to be prepared for a little pain. Don’t be afraid of the pain. You know pretty well how pleasurable pain can become, right?”

“Yes, Madam.”

My finger was covered in lube so I inserted the tip inside his tight hole. His body protested but Mark didn’t peep.

“Good boy,” I whispered in his ear.

I went deeper in, then, stopped for his body to adjust. I withdrew then went in again, stopping an inch further. First, I kissed his back as I moved my finger in and out of him but when his body didn’t relax, I started talking to Mark to distract him from the discomfort, never stopping the movements of my finger, though.

“No
w, we need a safeword for you so we don’t cross those boundaries, remember? We don’t have one because you’ve never needed one. What’s it going to be?”

“Carol
,” he didn’t take a second to think about it and took me totally by surprise.

“I beg your pardon?
” I forgot to move my finger for a second or two. “Is that your safeword?”

“Yes, Madam. If I may
, I’d like to explain myself.”

“By all means, go ahead. I’m curious.”

“You are my safe haven, Madam, so I thought your name would be the perfect safeword.”

I smiled again but kept a neutral tone when I spoke.

“You never seize to surprise me, pet. If I didn’t know you better I’d say you were trying to talk your way out of this punishment.”

“No, Madam, never,” he sounded
terrified. I needed to calm him down.

“
Ease, my dear, I was kidding,” I ran my hand down from his nape to his backside then up again. “All right, ‘Carol’ is going to be your safeword, then.”

I
inserted a second finger in his bottom and his body jerked. I held his hip with my free hand.

“Control your body, Mark. Remember, you can control your pain.
Take deep breaths and focus your attention on something else.”

He
breathed deeper and exhaled louder.

“Yes, that is a good boy.”

I palmed his stomach, teased his button belly again and tugged at his nipple to help with the distraction part of my command while I stabbed him with two fingers for a while longer. I saw the muscles on his back relax with his obvious relief when I withdrew my hand. However, the main event was far from over. He needed to be aware of that.

“
Since it’s going to be your first time being fucked in your back entrance, after quite a while, I’ll be gentle with you. I don’t want to hurt you, my pet. I just want to show you how much you can gain by trusting me and surrendering to me.”

“Yes,
Madam.”

I
knelt behind him then reached around his body to grab his shaft. He hissed but didn’t say anything. I palmed him again as I scattered kisses on his muscular back, following an invisible line along the curve of his spine. When I reached the top of his butt cheeks, I kissed each one and let go of his member, pulling away from him.

All this time, the strap-on ha
d been working my insides. I was almost having an orgasm so I needed to move things along a little faster. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

“Spread your legs
as wide as you can.”

When h
e did so, I spread his cheeks with my hands then guided the tip of the fake member until it reached the little hidden hole between them. Mark tensed up again and I leaned my body down against his back to whisper in his ear.

“Relax for me,
Mark, don’t make it harder than it has to be. Remember your safeword and use it if you think it’s too much, if you think you can’t take it anymore. You control the scene, my pet.”

“Yes, Madam, I’m sorry,” he sighed and I felt his body relaxing
a little under mine.

“Good boy.
Now, let me show you how good being naughty can be.”

At first, his
body resisted the invasion because the smaller head of the double dildo was considerably larger than my fingers but he took deep breaths, as I had instructed him to do, and relaxed the muscles there enough for the rubber tip to pass through the barrier. I gave him time to adjust himself before I went further inside his body, for another inch or two. Mark gasped and tensed. I got hold of his shaft again and pumped him up and down a little. Combining the pain in his back side with the pleasure in his hard member was supposed to help matters out. It did help because Mark released a loud sigh that sounded a lot like moaning to my ears. I smiled and kissed his shoulder.

“That’s my
pet,” I moved slowly out of him, then in again, going a little further this time. “I’ll allow you to move and talk freely now. Don’t take the blindfold off, though.”

W
hen I moved out of his hole and then in again, going all the way this time, until my groin hit his bottom, Mark instinctively moved his body away and shouted in pain. I grabbed his hips to keep him in place.

“
It’s going to get better. Remember to breathe.”

His
panting mixed with my groans as we moved against each other. My own body was on the verge of an explosion. My inner walls were quivering and my thighs were shaky from the effort but I found a comfortable rhythm to keep stabbing him with the fake rubber penis, my crotch slapping his buttocks with the forceful movements. I moved in and out of him at the same time as I pumped his very real, very swollen member. He twitched in my hand and I knew he was getting close to his climax.

“Oh, god, Madam
, that’s too much. I think I’ll explode.”

“Not yet, my pet. I’ll tell you when.”

His grunting, harsh breathing told me he wouldn’t be able to last long. But neither was I. I felt the pleasure coiling deep inside my body. Waves of the most exquisite sensations rolled from my trembling, wet passage through all my nerve endings. I held tight to his sweaty body as a bigger wave hit me hard and I moaned.

By then,
Mark was heaving, but he managed to keep his own pleasure at bay. I let go of his shaft when another wave, bigger than the first one, made me see stars. I clasped my hands around his chest, leaned my body against his strong back and trusted one last time deep inside his tight hole, hitting his gland and triggering his response.

“
Let go, gorgeous. Give me your pleasure.”

Before I finished the sentence, he
exploded into the air, many times, his whole body shook with the power of his orgasm and he collapsed on the mattress. I fell with him, still holding his body in a tight embrace, still trembling with my own ecstasy, still inside him. I gradually returned from the heights my climax had taken me. I slipped out of him, loosened the straps of the dildo and threw it on the floor.

“Turn to me, Mark.”

I untied the blindfold, kissing his eyelids as I caressed his cheeks. I felt moisture in my lips and hands and frowned.

“What’s wrong, Mark?
Have I hurt you? I didn’t mean to.”

“No, Madam, you didn’t hurt me at all
,” his voice was little more than a soft whisper. “I’m overwhelmed. I’m out of words to describe my feelings, actually.”

He rubbed his
nose along mine then kissed my eyelids, my cheeks. until he got to my mouth. He kissed me so softly, so tenderly it was almost painful for me. I was bewildered but kissed him back. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against mine and sighed. He looked me in the eyes and I felt a tad uncomfortable with the intensity of the emotions I saw in the green depths. All of a sudden, we were not Domme and sub anymore. We were simply a man and a woman lost in a tight embrace, bound together by the invisible, yet powerful, links created by the unique, extraordinary experience we had just shared. I stared back and smiled. Still, his next words took my breath away, not in a good sense.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Carol Anne Sullivan.”

I closed my eyes because the pain in my chest was unbearable. I was petrified, feeling dizzy and nauseous at the same time, as if I was falling down a high cliff. I didn’t want to hurt Mark and I had never intended for him to fall in love with me because I knew he would get hurt. He kissed my closed eyes but I remained silent because I didn’t know how to answer him without breaking his heart in a million pieces I would never be able to put back together again.

“I don’t expect you
to say it back, Carol. It’s just that I needed to tell you how I feel, especially after this.”

“Mark, I’ve told you before
, I don’t want a romantic relationship. Please. Let’s not screw this up. What we have is good, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s great
. I don’t want to screw it up. I don’t want it to end, either. I’m happy as long as you’re with me –however you want it to be,” he held me tight and buried his face in the curve of my neck. “I didn’t say it to pressure you or anything. I said it because it’s how I feel right now. You asked me why I cried and I felt I had to tell you - I’m happy. That’s why I cried.”

I pulled away so that I could look him in the eyes.

“I can’t promise you anything, Mark. I don’t know if things will be the same between us from now on. I don’t want to hurt you but I can’t promise I’ll love you. Ever,” I stopped to let my words sink in. “I. Don’t. Know. How. To. Love.”

I had the feeling each word I uttered
, so slowly, fell like a dagger through his heart. Six daggers pierced him and I saw the pain in his eyes from each stabbing. Yet, he didn’t admit it to me. I wondered if he would be able to admit it to himself. Mark kissed the tip of my nose, very tenderly, before replying.

“Don’t worry about that.
You’re a very intelligent woman and there’s nothing you cannot learn,” he laughed as if he was joking but it sounded fake. “Now, can we take a nap, at least? I’m exhausted. I need to rest for a while before heading home.”

I turned
my back to him and we cuddled up together: his arm holding me firmly against his chest, his chin resting on the curve of my neck, his hot breath fanning the hair on my nape and our legs entwined. In no time, I heard Mark’s breathing become deep and I knew he was asleep. It took me much longer to find rest. His words and their implications clashed inside my head and I couldn’t shake off a feeling of doom, the sensation that something bad was going to happen. Eventually, I fell into a restless sleep, though free from the haunting dreams that had plagued me the previous nights.

* * * *

A while later, I woke to amazing sensations caused by very real, tantalizing fingers caressing the soft skin of my inner thighs; a very real, moist mouth playing with my nipples; very real, muscular legs opening up my body and a very real, steaming hot body hovering over, then, settling itself over me. Different from those disturbing dreams, the touching that time was gentle and there was no hurry, no violence. I sighed but kept my eyes shut pretending to be asleep.

“Come one, Sleeping Beauty, who do you think you’re fooling?”

Mark chuckled against my breasts and the air from his mouth vibrated over my already hard nipples. I had to open my eyes to face him. I did my best to act naturally.

“Hi, there
,” my voice was hoarse from sleep and something else. I cleared my throat.

“Hi, yourself.”

He smiled and went back to caressing my body, kissing my breasts. I grabbed his hair and pulled at it. He froze and looked up at me. I frowned back at him.

“What?”

“No roughing up this time, Carol. I want to make love to you.”

It was m
y turn to freeze. I didn’t like the sound of that. I blinked, stared at him, but couldn’t articulate a reply. Instinctively, my nails scratched his scalp. Mark let go of me and knelt on the bed between my legs.

“I mean it, C
arol.”

I hesitated
, almost told him to get lost. Then, I remembered the sensations I had just awoken to. They were different from the urgent, explosive emotions we shared when we had sex, but they weren’t bad at all. I decided to give lovemaking a try. I didn’t say anything. I just smiled and stretched out my arms to him. Mark held my hands and pulled me up towards him until I sat on the bed in front of him. He lifted me and sat me down on his thighs, straddling him, as he still knelt on the bed. I crossed my arms behind his neck and waited for his next move. He smiled.

“That’s a good girl
.”

I smiled back.
He kissed me again, moving a large hand up and down my spine while the other held me by the nape but not forcefully. On the contrary, he was very gentle, more than he had ever been before. His thumb traced my lower lip as he slowly deepen the kiss. I caressed his shoulders and neck, sliding my tongue inside his mouth, inviting his to dance as his body made its way into mine.

And dance we did. Our bodies
found a rhythm of their own and moved in synch against each other. Our skins burned slowly, but deliciously. Our hands touched, caressed and held – no grabbing, slapping or tweaking. Our mouths merged, gasped, groaned and sighed. We didn’t talk because there was no need. We stoked each other’s fire until we were consumed by the smoldering heat. Eyes locked together, arms holding each other’s body in a tight embrace, we found pleasure at the same time. We sealed it with an endless kiss as our mouths captured each other’s moans and whimpers. Although our release didn’t come as a furious explosion of the senses as before, the waves of pleasure seemed to last longer because they washed over our bodies instead of crashing down on us. And when it was over, we fell together on the pillows in a heap of arms and legs and sated bodies.