The thought wings away as he whispers, “I have to spank you, Marina. You broke too many rules today.”
“Somewhere else, Sir. Please.” I’d been facing straight ahead, my head tilted slightly to the side so as to hear his soft voice better, but now, I turn and my watery eyes beseech him. “Please, Sir. My tits? Anywhere. My p-pussy. Please, not my ass. Please, Sir. It hurts. It really hurts.”
“You’ll have to get used to the pain, Marina. What happens when a spank’s not enough for you and you need a flogger? What will you do then?” His eyes are narrowed and I can tell my answer is important.
It’s fucked up that I can’t even prevaricate. The words that escape me just naturally flow from my mouth. “If that’s what you want, Sir, then I’ll just have to take it.”
“It’s more than take, Marina. You’ll need it. Naughty girls need to purge their souls. Their Master makes it all better. Makes you feel all clean inside.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, voice trembling and weak. I do feel purged but I don’t think I can take anymore today. Although I’m learning that isn’t my decision to make.
“Would you like my cock, Marina?”
The question has my eyes fluttering and saliva pooling in my mouth. “Yes, Sir.”
“Does your pussy want my cock?” The treacherous thing pulls down on his finger and his chuckle has me flushing. “I think we can take that as a yes.”
“It does, Sir. I do. Very badly,” I grind out around a moan as his finger twists deep inside, his hand rotating and torturing me. Fucking me without fucking me.
“How about we do a deal, Marina?”
“Anything, Sir.”
He pulls out of my pussy and presents me with his finger. Without words, I open my mouth and take him in. Accept him into my mouth and suck him clean. His eyes are glittering with his own arousal, and I can feel his cock nudging my hip. Knowing he’s turned on, even though he’s in pain, fills me with a skewed sense of pride. I worship that finger, lave and love it, and feel his cock twitch in his pants.
He swallows and my sense of power quivers, knowing that he’s affected makes me feel a hell of a lot better. “In my pocket, there’s something for you. Climb off my knee like a good pet and get them for me.”
Releasing his finger, I heft my weight upward and lever myself away from his lap. Swinging down, I stand and the instant I do, my butt makes its angry soreness known. I want to hold it, cup it, make it feel better, but there’s nothing I can do to ease it, and I forcibly still my quivering bottom lip.
Kneeling in front of him, I reach forward and maneuver my hand into his pocket. It’s awkward because the denim is unyielding, something that’s only made harder thanks to his erection. Before, I’d have brushed by him, teased his cock, stroked him, but he didn’t ask me to do that and I’m already on borrowed time. This deal…whatever it is, is going to save my butt. Literally.
In the depths of his pockets, my fingertips brush against plastic. A frown creases my brow and he says, “Get them out. There should be five.”
I do as he says and manage to tug them free. The instant I grab them I know what they are and something inside me turns to mush.
As it is, I don’t know if it’s a good mush or a bad mush. It depends where he’s about to stick those clothespins.
I hold them in my palm and whisper, “Here you are, Sir.”
He takes them with a nod and says, “If you want to cum, and if you want my cock, there’s a price to pay. You can’t go unpunished, Marina.”
“No, Sir. And I’ll...” I suck in a breath and know that I have to do this. Because if I don’t, I’m going to come anyway. In the shower, even cleaning myself, not even meaning to touch, I’ll climax and break his rules. For the next few days, I don’t care if I have to sit in silence. I’m not being spanked. I’m giving my ass a rest. I’ll be a good girl if it kills me. “...I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Sir.” And by God, I will. I need so badly. And it’s not a faceless need. It’s him. Nate.
“Go and lie on the bed. Legs spread and toes pointing toward the bed posts, arms stretched wide.”
Nodding, I curl upward into a standing position and walk over to the bed, not even daring to roll my hips, to entice him. I crawl on to the mattress and press my back to the chilly sheets.
I stretch my legs wide until my inner thighs ache and in silence, lie there. I hear his grunt of pain as he sits up and then stands. His steps are heavy, almost dragging, as he walks over to me.
“For five minutes, you can’t touch yourself or even make a sound. If you do, this is null and void. The entire thing. It’s going to hurt. You might wish you were being spanked, but you asked for it, and if you want me to give you my cock, then this is what you have to do. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” My bottom lip quivers. “I really am.”
His chuckle sets me on fire, and I close my eyes, clenching them shut. “Keep them open,” he orders and hands me two pegs. He bends over my spread legs and studies my pussy. “When I tell you to, put them on your nipples.” His eyes lash over them and seeing the puckered buds, he grins. “You don’t need to pinch them to prepare them.”
The cool pseudo flesh of his prosthesis chills my pussy, and a shiver attacks me unaware. He grins at me again, and I shudder as he pulls apart my lips until the little nub of my clit is exposed. He blows a trickle of air over it and a whimper escapes me. With his free hand, he slaps my thigh so sharply I jolt and warns, “Not even a whimper once the five minutes start, Marina.”
He drops the pins on to the mattress, grabs one and tugs at the fleshiest bit of my outer sex. Pinning this area, he places a twin at the opposite side. The pinch is uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Relieved, I wait for him to place the final one. I’m not shocked when he hovers close by my clit.
Opening the spring so the peg flares wide, he holds it over my clit and tucks it between my lips so it’s resting against my skin and not poking out from between my legs, then releases the mechanism. At first, the dull throb aches and then starts to pound. I breathe through it, absorbing and accepting the pain. This is worse, and because my clit was already aching, the pain of the pinch merely makes it pound all the more.
And then, he nods at me and I place the pegs over my nipples and clasp them between the smooth, plastic teeth.
The instant I do, I scream.
He places a hand over my mouth. “Five minutes. You have to hold the position for five minutes otherwise no playtime for you.”
I nod against his hand and try not to freak at the pain ricocheting through my body. And this is pain. The spankings of earlier weren’t. I can feel the difference now. At my nipples, it’s sheer fucking agony. Nothing compares to it. He wasn’t wrong. I’d prefer to endure more spanks than this. It isn’t my pussy, surprisingly enough. It’s just my breasts. Every muscle in my body is tense, rejecting the pain, trying to exorcise it out of me without uttering a tiny sound. That’s what makes it harder. Holding still. If I could thrash around the bed, swear blue murder, screech and shriek, I think I’d be okay. But this... the silence. The stillness.
It’s torture.
Yet not once, do I think to utter my safe word. If Nate thinks I can take this, then I’ll make him proud. Despite my resolve, tears flood my eyes again, and my head starts to move from side to side, silently moaning, silently screaming. And then, the weirdest thing happens, the pain doesn’t go but it disperses. I don’t even know how to describe it. Suddenly, I can breathe easier and that makes the discomfort flush away. Not all of it, but the pinch, the tug, it starts to feel different. Not good, but weird.
My panting breaths slow down to deeper than regular, but an average pace. I’ve no idea how long I’ve been lying here, but when Nate’s hand plucks a peg off my nipple with no notice, I cry out as blood suddenly flushes back into the tiny nub and sets it to pounding. Four more times he does it and the shock of blood returning to each area has me so focused on my nipples and pussy that it’s incredible. Hell, my t
houghts were already there, but now, I’m so ready to be fucked, it’s like I’ve been pumped full of aphrodisiacs and let loose on an army base.
A gentle hand cups my cheek and a finger follows the path of the tear tracks coursing down my face. I suck in a breath, touched at his tenderness and the contrast of feeling horny and emotional is yet another seesaw from today’s trials.
I open my eyes, look into his and see pride in there. The weird-ass things he’s proud of should have me wondering if he’s crazy, but the crazier thing is, I’m proud of myself too. I endured it for him and for myself. I did good.
He moves away and returns to the armchair, but before he sits, I watch as he unfastens his belt buckle, then opens the button and the zip at his fly. Just like this morning, his cock pops out and the instant it does, I practically leap off the bed.
I want that cock.
“Did I tell you, you could get off the bed?”
The words have me hovering a foot away from him. Horror shrieks through me, and I stand there, shaking, not knowing what to do, if I should go back or go forward.
“Well, did I?”
His soft voice urges me to answer, “No, Sir, but you didn’t say I couldn’t.”
“That’s no excuse. From now on, you wait for instructions.” He lowers himself into the armchair and stares at me. “This is a learning curve. I’m trying not to overload you with too much information at once; today has been pretty intense.” He sighs and pulls a face at the probably traumatized expression gracing my own. He waves a hand and says, “Come here. Climb on to my lap so your knees are on the armrests.”
Thank fuck I’m a yogi, because I manage to do as he says without much difficulty. The position has me six inches or so higher than him, but I get the picture that’s what he wants. Our sexes are closer, but even a half-inch is too far away for my liking.
Nate grabs his cock, and as I look down and see a bead of pre-cum glisten at the tip, I shudder. My pussy has never been so hungry for his shaft. I need him, more than I’ve ever needed him or anyone before in my life. Anyone.
At this moment in time, Nate is at the epicenter of my world and in a way he’s never been before. The house could fall down around us and I wouldn’t notice. And knowing that he shares this focus provides me with one of the most intense feelings of contentedness I’ve ever known.
He grips himself and tugs once, twice, milking that bead out until it rolls down over the glans. My mouth waters and then, my pussy utters a silent prayer of thanks as he presses his cock down the line of my cunt. Sliding it between the lips, nudging my tortured clit until a cry escapes me and then, he’s there. At the entrance to my body. I lower myself down, knowing and accepting I’ll have to do most of the work, but fuck, I’m more than willing to take on the challenge.
I accept every luscious inch, my pussy eagerly grasping for more, uncaring that he’s too thick, too big. It swallows him whole until I’m filled with him, every gorgeous, pulsating, throbbing bit is deep inside and God, it feels so good. For the nth time today, I start to cry. The intensity of this joining is like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s like losing my virginity and as disloyal as that makes me feel to Jimmy, I can’t help it. My body and my soul are telling me the way it is and the connection blossoming between Nate and I is so right and so true.
In a day, I’ve made a huge leap into a world I thought was alien to me.
Now, I’m realizing who and what I am.
I can’t put a label on it yet, but that will come with time. As it is, I’m focused on riding Nate like he’s never been ridden before.
For a second, I just hover with him deep down inside me. His head is level with my tits and the feel of his lips against my sore nipples has my head tilting backward in ecstasy. A gentle suck, then a bite, and a shudder courses down my spine.
He releases my nipple and says, “Tell me if you’re about to come.”
Oh Christ, yeah, his frickin’ ‘no climax without his permission’ rule. I’m too far gone to even pout for long, I just gasp out a ‘Yes, Sir,’ and start to rock my hips back and forth, just nudging him to the front and back of my pussy. I clench down on his thick shaft, milking him with my internal muscles and then, his hands grab my hips and he bites out, “Move, Marina.”
I do as instructed, sliding up and down the length of his shaft in a less than smooth motion. I can’t be smooth, I’m too desperate for that, and I can only do my best as my pussy exalts in him being deep inside me.
At last.
It feels like a lifetime since this last happened. I get the feeling he didn’t intend on doing this today, but for whatever reason, I’m so glad he did.
Our need for one another is mutual, and that is so reassuring.
With his mouth at my breast and his fingers sliding down to my clit, I cry out the instant he brushes the still-tingling nub. That fast, I’m on the brink of climaxing and I gasp, “I’m going to cum, Na... Sir.”
“Good girl,” he grits out around my nipple. “Wait, just wait. Hold on.”
His words make me want to scream. Hold on? What does he think I’ve been doing all day?
My hips drop down to encompass all of him, absorbing every inch deep inside. My pussy clings, caresses, and I retreat, taking him from the hot cavern of my cunt and baring him to the cold air. He’s so deep inside me, spreading me wide open that the nerves at my entrance are screeching a warning and it’s one I can't ignore.
“Please,” I bark. “Please, Sir.”
“Not yet.”
I grab his shoulders and without meaning to, pinch down. Hard. I ignore his grunt and let my head drop forward. I push my forehead to his and enjoy the harsh puffs of air grazing my lips as he exhales his own pleasure. When he grabs my clit with his fingers, bites down, a hoarse cry escapes me. I stop, freeze on his cock and with a level of desperation in my voice that I didn’t think possible, I shriek, “Now? Sir? Now?”
“Let go, Marina. Let go.”
The climax pummels me as it overtakes me. I feel like I’m standing at the side of the sea with the tide barreling toward me. I drown in the waves of pleasure tumbling over me. I can’t breathe, I can’t see, hear, or feel. I’m insensate and then, just like the blood flowing back to my nipples and clit, it returns and the intensity has me screaming. I don’t care who’s hearing, this release is more than just physical. With every second’s escape, that scream is breaking old bonds. Liberating me.
His own hoarse cries tell me Nate has reached his pleasure and the moment could not be more perfect if it had been staged. His climax bathes me in warm, wet love from the inside out, and my heart stutters in my chest to know that I’ve satisfied him, really, honest-to-God fulfilled him.
Tension has the pair of us wound tighter than cheese-wire, but when we let go, we sag together. I maneuver myself so that I surround his thighs and am no longer perched on the armrests. He embraces me, tucks me in his arms and wraps me tight. The tenderness, the gentleness in his touch makes my heart flutter, flying to a beat of its own in the cage of my ribs.
Loved.
He hasn’t said the words, nor have I. But I’ve never felt more encompassed by affection than I am at this moment.
He moves away from me, separating us by a few inches, and presses soft kisses to my still sore nipples, around the pale circles of the areolae until gooseflesh covers me. His mouth goes up, to my throat which I bare by stretching my head back, over the line of my jaw and finally against my lips.
“My good girl,” he whispers. The words vibrate against the tender skin of my mouth.
Tears flood my eyes. In this moment, I want nothing more than to be his good girl. I shrink down and push myself into his chest, tucking my head under his chin. He tightens his hold on me and wrapped up in his embrace, there is nowhere else I want to be.
When he said he’d defend me, protect me, I know this is a part of it. The aftermath, the softness after the harshness, the tenderness after the fierceness…he’s gentling me. And it’s working.
At this very moment, I’m just a woman. Bared to this man. My flaws are visible, my very being stripped naked.
And the frightening or the most liberating ̶ I’m not sure which ̶ thing is... I’ve never felt more at peace than at this moment.
A thought drifts through my mind; who was I before the world interfered? Who was I before it made me the Marina who stands here today… I don’t know, but I’ve just started to remember.
III
Frustrated Instincts
Chapter Fifteen
I, as a committed, loving woman with the desire to express my devotion to the man who has opened my eyes to the truth of my nature, present the gift of a free mind, trusting heart and the complete ownership of all that I am. I do so entrust the submission of my will, knowing he will keep safe said ownership and never take advantage of his position of power.
At all times, he will guide me sensually, sexually and habitually, ensuring my protection and safety even if it is from myself. He will help form me into the person I have buried away and help me in my growth as a true submissive to my Sir. I am his to mold and shape, aiding me to become the person I truly am, strengthening my character, confidence and sense of self.
If he pushes me to the edge, my safe word, Papillon, is there for my protection. Once uttered, he will bring me back from the edge that frightened me, cherish and reassure me and not punish me in my failing to do as he bids. I understand that once said, the word can never be repealed and always has consequences. Even though I shall never be punished for its use, I must consider whether my Sir is breaking his own promise to protect me and keep me safe or if he is simply taking me to a peak only he can guide me to.
I will not defy him or lie. I shall respect him and ask his permission to leave Blue Ridge until such time as I can be trusted to behave respectably. I shall eat to nourish my body for it is his body, to love and to cherish. If I fail in this, I can be punished. I shall not curse, and if I am issued a direct command, I must obey unless I have three reasons as to why I simply cannot. If this is so, I shall not be disciplined, but if any other rule is broken, Sir reserves the right to assert his position over me and to chastise as and when he so chooses.
Sinfully Mastered: Naughty Nookie Page 19
