by Ivy Nelson
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Christ, she looks incredible. Bradley had to will himself to walk out of the room to his toy closet instead of giving in to the urge to fuck her on his bedroom floor. He wanted to do something a little more adventurous with Darci tonight, put her in a submissive head space and see how far he could push her.
At his hall closet, Bradley studied his options. A semblance of a plan had formed in the back of his mind, but he also liked to let his scenes flow and the plan could get derailed. He selected several items and placed them into a small black bag hanging inside the closet door.
In the kitchen he grabbed a couple more things and headed back into the bedroom. She was still kneeling, palms on her smooth, sexy thighs. Her head was down, and her damp curls had fallen around her face. She looked like an angel. A very naked, very dirty angel, but an angel, nonetheless.
Studying her for a moment, he checked for signs of fear, or the nerves he had sensed earlier in the evening. There were none. Good. That meant she was relaxing into her role.
Since his dirty angel had a weakness for men in a suit, he decided to stay in his work clothes. For now. He kept the items he held behind his back and told her, “Keep your head down until I say otherwise. I don’t want you to see what I’ve got planned for you.”
He watched a shiver of excitement race through her body as he spoke, but she kept her head down. Good girl, he thought. Moving behind her, he laid his implements on the bed, covering them with a towel he had grabbed from the kitchen.
A moment later he was at her side again. He hunkered down next to her on the plush rug and stroked her hair. After a moment of tenderness, he fisted his hand into the damp curls and pulled enough to cause pain as he brought her head up and around to face him. “You ready to play, pet?” She nodded, and Bradley’s grip on her hair tightened. “Pardon me? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Yes, Sir.” It came out as a whisper, and Bradley released his hold on her hair.
“Good. But first we need to take care of the little issue of you being late for lunch today.” Her eyes flew to his in shock, and she started to protest but seemed to change her mind—a good decision on her part. “Nothing too intense, pet. But I think it’s a perfect opportunity to take you across my knee, don’t you?”
Her head bobbed in agreement as she said, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. You can stand.” Clamoring to her feet, she stood at the foot of the bed. He circled her, drinking in her delicious curves and soft skin. The swell of her breasts and hips made him want to grab her and pound his hard cock into her. His own need for her was doing its damnedest to distract him from his mission tonight. Giving her ass a gentle pat, he settled himself onto the edge of the bed. “You’ve been bent over before haven’t you baby?”
“Yes, Sir.” This time it came out as a throaty moan, and he crooked his finger motioning for her to step closer to him.
“You sound needy baby. This isn’t turning you on, is it?” He slipped a hand between her legs and found the answer to his question. “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked.”
Pumping in and out of her a few times, he coated his fingers in her slick juices. Then he withdrew his hand and licked his index finger. “And you’re delicious. You better have a taste baby. Open up.” He stood and shoved his middle finger into her mouth. Enthusiastically, she sucked without him having to tell her to.
“You like that don’t you, dirty girl?” he asked as he slid his finger in and out of her eager mouth. She nodded, and he grinned. “Well, take your punishment like a good girl, and I’ll probably let you come.”
“Please, Sir,” she whimpered when he pulled his finger from her mouth.
“Begging already? But Darci, we haven’t even begun to tease your tight little pussy yet. I have a feeling this is going to be a long night for you baby girl.” She groaned, and he settled back onto the bed. “Now, come lay across my lap please.”
Shuffling close, she lowered herself over him. He shifted her until he had her in just the right position. With one hand he gripped her waist and he caressed her round bottom with the other. It was going to bring him great pleasure to watch her curvy ass change colors beneath his hand.
“I’m going to start slow. Remember you can always stop me or slow me down with your safeword.”
When she nodded her understanding, his hand slipped between her legs to feel her wetness again. Jesus, he wanted to be inside her. Instead, he delivered the first swat. Just hard enough to leave a hint of a sting. He repeated the motion on the other cheek. Darci didn’t move. He struck her again on the same side but harder this time and she groaned. His cock swelled beneath her as he watched the skin turn a pale pink. It would be as red as her hair by the time he finished with her.
30
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Darci groaned as Bradley’s hand came down hard on her ass for what had to have been the thirtieth time. She was losing count. There was a pattern to the slow spanking. A few hard smacks, alternating cheeks and then he would slip his fingers inside her causing her to writhe in his lap.
“Still,” he commanded as the spanking started again. A moment later he stopped, and she expected to feel his hand between her legs. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist while he turned to the side where he had laid things on the bed.
His hand slipped beneath the towels and came back out with a small wooden paddle. Darci shuddered as he used the smooth wooden implement to caress her ass. A rush of cool air was followed by a loud crack as he lifted his arm and brought it down quickly on her left ass cheek. It stung like a motherfucker, but it also sent a flood of fresh wetness pooling between her thighs. He continued his assault on her ass until it was on fire. Her ass wasn’t the only thing throbbing. She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, and she hoped he wasn’t seriously going to tease her the entire night.
He dropped the wooden paddle and tenderly stroked her bottom with his nimble fingers. “You did good, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you. Let’s get you up.” Guiding her off his lap, he pulled her in between his legs. His gaze was intense, and it seemed like he was searching for signs that he had pushed her too far. He wouldn’t find any. Darci was in heaven. “Now that we’ve got that little issue out of the way, there’s one more thing we need to address.” Darci’s hands went to her ass in a protective gesture, and he chuckled.
“Tonight is going to be about teaching you who you belong to, baby girl. There won’t be any more of this 'maybe' shit when I’m done with you.” His eyes were full of heat, and she swallowed hard. What did he have planned?
He gripped her hips and pushed her downward indicating that she was to kneel in front of him. She folded herself gracefully into a kneeling position and winced when her still hot bottom touched her heels.
“I plan to make it clear, that I’ll have you how and when I want you. Any hole, any toy, any punishment I want. And you’re going to be my obedient little pet and take everything I have to give you. Isn’t that right, baby girl?” His hand drifted down her cheek, to her neck and shoulder.
Desire raced through her body, causing her to shudder. The fear that she had sometimes experienced with Damion in this type of scene wasn’t there. “Yes, Sir,” she said, taking a deep breath, trying to slow her racing pulse. The smile that lit his face was one of pure lust.
“Hold out your wrists,” he commanded as he reached for the towel covered pile again. When he produced a length of black rope, Darci offered him her hands.
His eyes never left hers as he grasped both of her arms in one hand and wrapped the doubled over rope around them at her wrists. He secured her tightly, tying a knot in the center. A long tail dangled between her hands. He used it to pull her upwards, indicating that he wanted her to stand. When she did, he snaked a hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He planted a kiss on her abdomen and said, “Go kneel on the bed facing the headboard.” His hand gently caressed her still warm ass as she stepped away to climb into position.
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p; When she was kneeling to his satisfaction, he attached the long tail of rope to the headboard. There was enough slack for her to move around the bed if he wanted her to, but it was snug enough to remind her that she was at his mercy. She clenched her thighs together as the excitement curled through her. Suddenly, he was behind her on the mattress, and a blindfold came to rest over her eyes. After planting a kiss on her shoulder, he secured it tightly at the back of her head.
As the room went dark, she became aware of every sound and movement he made, the blindfold heightening her senses. The mattress shifted beneath her as he left the bed. For a long moment, there was no noise, no movement, and then she felt the rush of air and heard a whoosh before she felt the thud of a flogger across her back. He hadn’t struck her hard, just enough to warm the skin. Seconds later he repeated the action, this time a little harder, the falls making a cracking noise against her skin.
A warm stinging sensation developed as the flogger fell away. This time, there was no break, and the flogger immediately fell against her again. She cried out as the bite of pain turned to pleasure. He built up a rhythm, snapping the flogger up and down her back until soon she was straining against the rope, squirming away from the bite of the whip, crying out with every blow. Heat radiated from her back when he finally stopped.
He was on the bed again gently running his hand down her spine. “You doing OK?” he asked as his hand trailed over her ass and slid between her thighs. She nodded and groaned as one finger slid across her soaked and aching pussy. He slid the finger inside her, and she pressed against his hand urging him to find her sweet spot. He chuckled and slowly withdrew his finger. She held back a growl of frustration. His hands danced up her sides and to her shoulders where he guided her arms above her head and had her turn to face the other direction.
He had her rest her bound wrists on the back of her head, her elbows out to the sides. She sucked in a breath as he pulled one nipple into his mouth. Gently biting and sucking, he drove her crazy with his teeth and tongue. Her head fell back, her arousal heightened. He took his time, his tongue dancing in lazy circles around the hard point. It was as if he were winding her up like a jack-in-the-box and any moment she was going to explode.
Then his mouth was gone, and she tried to steady her breathing, but there wasn’t time. The sensation of his mouth was replaced with a sharp pinch as he attached a clamp to the nipple that had been in his mouth. He repeated the process with the other nipple, slowly sucking, biting, and licking until she was confident she would expire if he didn’t stop. When the second clamp bit down, she rose off the bed, the pinch taking her by surprise.
“Stay still, baby. You’re doing great,” he whispered in her ear. She whimpered when the bed shifted again. He had stepped away.
“Shhh. I’m right here, love.” His voice was soothing, and she let herself relax as much as the clamps and rope would allow. “I think you’ve earned an orgasm,” he said, and she could hear a smile in his voice. He was back on the bed again where he shifted her so that she was lying on her back with her arms up over her head. As he brushed against her, she realized his chest was bare. He must have removed his shirt. A groan gurgled out of her when he plunged two fingers inside her without warning.
“You can come whenever you want,” he told her. It didn’t take long. Her nipples tightened further under the pressure of the clamps as pleasure built in her core. Soon, her toes were curling, and an orgasm was ripping through her. She jerked against the ropes and cried out.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice husky with desire. As her orgasm subsided, he withdrew his fingers and placed them in her mouth. She greedily licked her juices from his hand. After a moment, his fingers were gone and something sliced the air with a swishing noise and a second later, what she guessed was a riding crop landed on her thigh. Another stinging blow followed immediately after the first. This time, it landed on her clit, and she writhed against her restraints as a guttural noise escaped her throat. He chuckled wickedly and struck her twice more between the thighs hard enough to cause a mild sting.
He landed a third strike in the same spot, but this time, he left the tip of the crop pressed against her clit. “Think I can make you come with this?” he asked. She shook her head violently, and he laughed. “I do love a challenge.” Suddenly, the crop was fluttering over her clit in a slight flicking motion.
“OK, maybe I was wrong,” she croaked out as she approached orgasm.
“Of course you were,” he said as he continued the pleasurable flickering of the crop. “Now come for me.” She cried out as the orgasm took her. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured. And then, he brought the crop down hard on her pussy.
“Fuck,” she cried.
“Soon,” he promised.
The crop landed beside her on the bed. He must be moving on to something else. She heard something rattle but couldn’t identify the noise. A moment later, he was straddling her. “Let’s get these clamps off, baby.”
She whimpered. Taking them off was always the worst part. To her relief, he wasn’t mean about it. The pain was still intense, and she jerked beneath him as the blood rushed back to her nipples. And then she screamed. The noise she couldn’t identify earlier had been ice clinking together in a glass, and now he held a piece against each of her sore nipples.
“Takeitawaytakeitaway,” she cried, her words jumbled together. The bed shook with his laughter.
“I just wanted to make you feel better,” he said as he circled her breasts with the ice. Cold water trailed down her sides, and she shivered. The ice left her skin a moment later. He leaned to the side, and she heard it drop into a container. “If that didn’t make it better, I bet I know something that will,” he teased. He shifted off of her and spread her legs so he could lie between them.
His breath fluttered across her pussy and then the prickle of his five o’clock shadow scratched her as he pressed a kiss there. And then he was licking, sucking, devouring her, and she squirmed against him. He sucked her clit hard. Was he really going to give her a third orgasm? It didn’t seem possible, and yet there it was, bubbling beneath the surface, and she knew it wouldn’t take him long to push her over the edge. Moments later, his skillful tongue did just that. She wanted to fist her hands into his hair as the pleasure flowed through her, but the bindings on her wrists kept her from it.
Sliding up her body, he slipped a hand under her head and released the blindfold. He had dimmed the lights, and she was grateful as she blinked her eyes allowing them to adjust. “Hi,” he said staring into her eyes.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“I need to be inside you now.” He stood and unbuttoned his pants, she watched hungrily as he lowered them and his boxers and stepped out of them. A thin sheen of sweat already coated his chest as he climbed onto the bed and straddled her. Positioning himself at her opening, he pressed forward, the tip of his erection sliding into her. Her pussy was swollen from three orgasms, and he seemed even bigger than normal as he drove himself inside her. “This will be hard and fast, baby.” His voice was strained.
He wasn’t kidding, he pounded into her quickly, bracing against the bed with his forearms. She pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts. The fourth orgasm caught her off guard, tearing through her right as Bradley growled out his own release.
Darci’s body was limp when he released her wrists. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand as she laid in a puddle on the bed. Was it only nine? It seemed so much later. She sighed. He was really fucking good at this. The fear that was there at the beginning of their scene was gone. She felt nothing but joy.
He stepped into the bathroom for a wet rag and gently cleaned her up. He had slipped on a pair of gray pajama pants. They hung low on his hips, and she might have found them arousing if he hadn’t just milked four or more orgasms from her already.
He settled onto the bed and gently stroked her face. “You’re incredible, baby. You took everything I threw at you and met every expectation I set. I
can’t tell you how fun that was.” Darci beamed at his praise. She wanted to earn that reaction from him regularly. He leaned over and pulled a bottle of water off the nightstand. “You should drink this.” He waited while she drank down half the bottle and then gathered her in his arms.
Her phone buzzed across the room a few minutes later, and Darci groaned. It was so far away. Bradley chuckled and padded across the bedroom to his dresser to retrieve it for her. “You’ve missed a couple calls, baby. You were floating pretty hard though, so I just let you ignore them.” She grimaced as she took the phone he held out to her. It was Jim.
“Hi, Jim. What’s up?” she asked when she called him back.
“Hey, Darci. Sorry to bug you at home but we got a last-minute invite to that luncheon at the Washington Hilton tomorrow. I want you there with me. You worked so hard to get us the invitation. The organizers are giving us fifteen minutes to present.”
“That’s awesome, Jim. Of course, I’ll be there. You know I already put the presentation together for you just in case. I’ll have to run it by my goon squad... I mean bodyguards,” she corrected when Bradley scowled at her. “They have access to my calendar. Just put it in there right now with an address, and they’ll do the work to make it safe for me.”
They spent a few more minutes chatting. Tomorrow was also the fund-raiser where Darci was supposed to have her face-to-face meeting with Senator Atleigh, and Jim would be there too. When the call ended, she relayed Jim’s half of the conversation to Bradley.
When she finished, he sat on the bed next to her and pulled her close. “You sure you’re OK? I was pretty rough with you tonight.”
She snuggled close and nodded. “I'm fantastic. I promise it was perfect.”
He kissed her head. “I’m glad. I hate to burst the bubble, but I should probably check my own phone.”
