Falling For The Forbidden

by Hawkins, Jessica

  His unhurried manner, plus the brutal way he’d plugged her, left her feeling vaguely irritated and…

  Aroused.

  He tossed the towel down and turned to her. This time he didn’t crouch, but he did brush her hair away from her face.

  “Did that hurt?”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  He bent low, his hand sliding from her hair down her back in a gentle but distinctly possessive touch.

  His lips brushed her ear. “Good.”

  Alena jerked in surprise, twisting her neck to meet his gaze.

  “I will not beat you, but I will hurt you.”

  Her shiver was pure arousal.

  Alexander straightened, and Alena missed the intimacy of him whispering cruel, forbidden things in her ear.

  “Your punishment.” Even as he spoke the last syllable, his palm cracked down on her left butt cheek. It was a sharp blow, the kind she mentally referred to as “bouncy” because he didn’t hold his hand against her ass once contact was made, but instead let his hand bounce up away from her. Because of this, it was a stinging strike, the kind that made her jump in reaction even when she knew it was coming.

  Alexander started on her left, raining short bouncing spanks over every inch of her ass cheek, from thigh up to the top of her butt.

  Her skin quickly began to feel hot and tender, as if she had a sunburn. He switched sides, a momentary relief that proved short-lived as her right cheek began to throb and burn.

  She thought he might stop then.

  He didn’t.

  Now the spanking began to alternate between cheeks, continuing until the surface burning sank in, becoming a warm, deep ache that pulsed in time with her heartbeat. When he spanked a particularly sensitive spot, she cried out and wiggled, her ass clenching around the neck of the plug.

  She’d grown so used to the sound of his hand slapping her ass that when he stopped, she was shocked by the loss of the familiar sound as much as by the lack of sweet sting.

  In the sudden silence her heavy breathing—punctuated by the occasional soft moan of pain—seemed loud.

  Alexander toyed with the plug, wiggling it side to side, applying gentle pressure. As he worked it, the sensitive nerve endings there were stimulated, turning the residual ache from the very thorough spanking into an agreeable, if not fully pleasurable, sensation.

  He patted her butt twice. Signaling the end of the spanking?

  She should have known he wasn’t done with her.

  Instead he grabbed the base of the plug, pulling on it enough to force her anus to expand. Then he held it there, her muscle clenching in a vain effort to either expel or draw in the plug once more.

  But Alexander didn’t allow that. He maintained control, shifting with her, only relenting, pushing the plug deep into her once more, after her ass and thigh muscles started to tremble.

  Alena waited for him to say something, but her quiet man was precisely that—quiet.

  He did offer her some comfort, some praise, though not with words. Instead he massaged her thighs and calves—his spanking hand noticeably hotter than the other.

  As he rubbed and kneaded her thighs, his fingers passed within inches of her pussy. Each time they were close she held her breath, hoping he’d touch her. Hoping he give her some relief from the throbbing need.

  He never did.

  The massage ended, and she was now frustrated and antsy, disappointment that he hadn’t played with her pussy making her restless.

  When Alexander positioned himself on her right, she looked back in time to see him raise his left hand. Their gazes met, held, as he brought his palm down on her ass.

  Alena wailed even as she submissively dropped her forehead against the leather.

  Toying with the plug and the massage had just been an intermission in the most intense spanking of her life.

  After the first cry, she stayed silent while he rained down quick, stinging blows. She still twitched when a particularly effective spank landed, but with her ass already throbbing, the new stings were much quicker to morph into heat.

  And that sweet burn of pain became pure pleasure.

  A Dom had once asked her if she’d enjoyed a spanking. Enjoy wasn’t the right word, because it wasn’t about enjoyment. It was about control and need.

  She needed this, and he needed to do it. A symbiotic relationship that looked unhealthy to those who didn’t understand it.

  Time passed differently for her now that she was enshrined in the warmth of his control. When Alexander finished the spanking, she almost objected, almost asked for more.

  He didn’t stop touching her, and that was enough to keep her calm and quiet. His warm palm rubbed over her ass, down her thighs, then back up, over the curve of her butt to her lower back.

  “Well done,” an unfamiliar voice said.

  Alena opened her eyes enough to see that they’d attracted an audience.

  “Her skin shows the spanking well,” another voice added.

  Alexander ignored the onlookers as he went back to his kit. Alena watched him through heavy lidded eyes. She was both exhausted and hyperaware. Her pussy, barely covered by the g-string, felt swollen and hot. She wanted, no, needed, someone, something, to stimulate her clit the way someone dying in the desert needed water.

  Yet the spanking had been so masterfully good that if he ended the scene now she wouldn’t object, because though she was still aroused, his utter dominance had satisfied the taboo need to be mastered that was the root of her submission.

  Alexander pulled something out of his kit, and this time she wasn’t able to see what it was before he was back at her ass.

  She whimpered, terrified that he’d grabbed a flogger or crop, that he wasn’t done abusing her ass.

  She whimpered again, because she wanted him to keep going, wanted him to push her, punish her.

  But it wasn’t her ass he touched. He pulled on the g-string once more, running his finger down the inside of the narrow band of fabric until the back of his finger brushed her pussy.

  Alena’s eyes popped open and she held her breath. He rubbed her slick folds, which were parted due to her widespread thighs. His knuckle grazed her clit and that one brief touch was enough to make her cry out.

  Alena started to fight the bondage, desperate to press back against him, to take his finger inside her. She wanted to rub her cunt against the laces of his leathers until she came from the friction.

  “Do not move.” His command was hard and sharp. When she didn’t immediately still, he grabbed the base of the plug and jerked it out.

  Alena choked on air as the widest part of the plug was brutally extracted, forcing her muscles wide, causing a shockwave of pain tinged in pleasure to shoot through her.

  Alena, shivering in reaction to the discomfort, lay still, obediently waiting.

  Obediently. This time the word, thought only though not said, didn’t upset her.

  Alexander once more stroked her clit, while also sliding the plug in once more, far more gently than he’d removed it.

  Alena fought to hold still, but couldn’t restrain the sigh of pleasure.

  Something cool and smooth pressed against her labia. Alexander slid it down until it settled into the V where her labia met, and what would have been the top of her pussy were she on her back. Whatever it was, it was small enough to nestle against the hood and root of her clit.

  Alexander carefully released her thong, which snapped back into place, helping to hold the unknown object in place.

  “Don’t move.” Alexander took a knee and started undoing the straps around her wrists. “If you lose it, I won’t replace it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  When both arms were free, and the waist strap removed, he stood back.

  Alena watched hungrily as he undid the laces on his leathers, his intentions clear.

  It was a test. She had to keep the ball—she was fairly sure the thing between her labia was round, and about the size of a large marble—in
her pussy, while also sucking his cock.

  Alexander finished undoing the laces, and spread the placket to the side. His cock sprang out, long and hard. The tip glistened, proof he was as aroused as she was.

  He rolled on a clear condom, then walked toward her, cock bobbing.

  She wished he’d taken off the pants, so she could see his bare legs, his ass. As it was, she couldn’t even see his balls, and it was clear that though he might now be exposed in some small way, it wasn’t a sign of vulnerability as it was when a submissive stripped.

  “Up.” He paused, cleared his throat. “Up on your elbows.”

  The fact that he’d changed the command, that he’d both listened and actually heard her at the start of the scene, made her feel soft warm things that had no place in this lurid moment.

  Alena carefully shifted her arms, elevating her shoulders and bracing her elbows on the leather. The ball in her pussy shifted, and she held her breath. Mercifully, it stayed in place.

  Alexander’s hand slid into her hair. Alena licked her lips, and when he pulled her head to his cock, she licked the tip, tasting the condom rather than his skin.

  She lapped at the head and sides of his cock, since the condom wasn’t lubricated. He held still for several minutes until, with a grunt, Alexander tightened his hold on her hair and pressed his cock against her lips.

  She opened her mouth and leaned to the side, wanting to make it easier for him to fuck her face. Alexander slid his cock past her teeth; the head hit the roof of her mouth, but he didn’t stop. She adjusted her position, and he slid in deeper, until his cock hit the back of her throat, triggering a gag.

  He didn’t let her go when she gagged. He held her head firmly but not cruelly, forcing her to work past the reflex.

  Finally he withdrew. She sucked in air, licked her lips, and then opened her mouth, waiting for him to slide his cock in once more.

  Alexander made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a grunt. She looked up, and saw that his face was set in stark lines, his cheeks flushed. He was closer to the edge of his own limit than she’d thought, and the fact that she could do this to him was a pleasure in and of itself.

  He didn’t thrust into her waiting mouth, and instead took something from the small pocket of his t-shirt. It was a black rectangle the size of a business card, but several centimeters thick.

  Alexander grinned down at her and pressed it.

  The ball resting against her clit started to vibrate.

  Alena sucked in air and held perfectly still as spikes of pleasure shot from her clit to every nerve ending in her body.

  She looked up, panting, and Alexander said, “Orgasm if you can.”

  If? She could already feel her abdominal muscles tightening.

  Alexander took a fresh hold of her hair and angled her face towards his cock. As he pressed the head into her mouth he said, “I’m turning it off when I come.”

  Alena’s eyes widened as she realized the predicament, far more complex than just keeping the ball from dropping.

  She had to pleasure him, keep the vibrator in place, and come before he did.

  That meant it was in her best interests to give a bad blowjob, therefore prolonging her time with the vibrator. Not only was the idea of purposefully displeasing him abhorrent in her current deeply submissive state, she was sure if she did do something to prevent his orgasm, such as “accidentally” using teeth, she would no doubt earn another punishment.

  Alexander thrust in, his cock filling her mouth, his hands cupping her head.

  “You would run if you knew what I wanted to do to you,” he growled.

  His cock hit the back of her throat, and this time she swallowed around the head. He groaned in response, which emboldened her to do it again.

  “I would take you, keep you,” he panted. His words were rushed, spoken in lust and with none of the precision of his normal speaking patterns. “Naked, always ready to be used. Fucked. By me. By me, and by others. Anyone I wanted, they’d fuck you while I watched.”

  He quiet man was no longer quiet.

  The ball hummed against her clit, her ass clenched around the plug, and if she hadn’t had his cock in her mouth to focus on, she would have closed her eyes, gone limp, and let the orgasm take her.

  “And if you displeased me I’d lock— I’d lock you in a cage. Put weights… I’d put weights on your nipples. Clit.”

  It was now a race to see which would make her come first, the vibe or his words.

  “I’d make you wear a collar. I’d solder it closed, so you could never take it off. While I worked, you’d sit on my desk, ass plugged, and I’d play with you, never letting you come.”

  The vibe buzzed against her clit, his cock hit the back of her throat, while her imagination painted a lurid picture of sitting naked on his desk, clamps on her nipples, his fingers casually toying with her pussy while he worked.

  The pieces came together, the stimulation both physical and mental.

  Every muscle in her body drew tight and the orgasm rolled through her. Toes curled, ass clenching hard around the plug, the vibe relentless and precise.

  Frantic with pleasure, she grabbed his cock with one hand, holding him still, but with the tip of his dick at the back of her throat. She swallowed hard, throat muscles tightening around the sensitive head as she did.

  Alexander muttered guttural words she didn’t understand in German, and she felt his cock twitch as he released.

  The vibrator, still buzzing, shocked her overstimulated body into a second blistering orgasm.

  Alexander withdrew from her mouth, and the instant he was clear, Alena clenched her teeth and rode this second wave of now sharp-edged pleasure until she collapsed, her tensed muscles relaxing, her upper body once more flat against the bench, arms dangling.

  The vibe didn’t stop—that lying bastard—and she whimpered, the stimulation too acute to be pleasure anymore. Her ass clenched rhythmically around the plug, an ever-present reminder that he had power over her.

  Alexander’s hand stroked her hair back from her face, then he rubbed his thumb across her lips. Alena obediently opened her mouth.

  He touched her bottom lip, then stepped back. A moment later his fingers were at her pussy. She cried out softly when he pressed the vibe harder against the root and hood of her clit.

  The buzzing stopped, and then he removed the vibe. A moment later the straps around her legs were released. She was free of the bondage, but didn’t move.

  She could pretend it was due to exhaustion, and that wouldn’t be a lie.

  But the truth was that she remained still because he hadn’t given her permission to move. In this moment she felt submissive in a way she never had before. A relaxed, exhausted peace akin to the endorphin high she’d gotten from running a marathon. She wasn’t inexperienced in BDSM, but she realized now her past experiences weren’t in the same league as what she’d just endured.

  Alexander brought out something in her she hadn’t realized needed to be free.

  Why him? Why here?

  Was it the environment of the Orchid Club that elevated the play, the clandestine nature and sense of abandon?

  No. That didn’t feel right. She knew it wouldn’t have been this good, this intense if it were anyone but Alexander topping her.

  That brought her back to why him. Maybe it was their chemistry, maybe it was because she was a more complex person now than she had been when she first explored the lifestyle.

  Alexander kneaded her thighs in his big hands before helping her maneuver her legs off the supports. Then he grabbed her shoulders, easing her up so she was standing. When she wobbled, legs stiff, he pulled her against his chest. He smelled good. The t-shirt was soft under her cheek, his leathers smooth and warm against her legs.

  “Come with me,” he said simply.

  Ass still plugged, naked except for the g-string, which was soaked, Alena walked with Alexander out of the dungeon.

  And with each step they too
k, her dread grew.

  Chapter 9

  “Face down over my lap.”

  Alena looked down at Alexander, who was sitting on a day-bed style couch. The large cushion—which was large enough it might have been a twin bed mattress—was covered in red satin, with half a dozen large pillows of the same fabric serving as the back.

  Alexander patted his lap, and Alena barely repressed a whimper. The walk from the dungeon to this aftercare room—which was smaller than the room they’d used last night, with only the couch Alexander was sitting on, plus one other—had been long enough that she’d started to come down from the emotional and physical high.

  And with each step the noxious feeling of dismay and self-directed disgust surged.

  That emotional anguish was echoed in her ass, throbbing now that she didn’t have the tension of arousal, or pleasure of orgasm, to offset the pain.

  As sexy as it was to be ordered over his lap in the traditional taboo spanking position, Alena wasn’t sure she could take any more pain to that already abused part of her anatomy.

  When she hesitated, Alexander tugged on her arm, pulling her towards him. Her shins and knees touched his legs, and when he reached up and gently stroked one nipple, she shivered.

  “Trust me.” He patted his lap.

  As much as she didn’t want her abused ass spanked again, worrying about another spanking made it much easier for her to ignore her feelings of dread.

  Trust him? She did. He shouldn’t trust her; he just didn’t know it yet.

  Wary, but needing to obey, if only to stave off dealing with what she was feeling for a few more minutes, Alena gingerly knelt on the couch, then lowered herself to lie across his thighs. She folded her arms under her head, focused on her breathing. She tried to count each inhale and exhale but little aftershocks of pleasure and pain broke her concentration.

  His palm rubbed her ass cheeks. “Your ass is pink, red in some places. I’ll treat the skin so there shouldn’t be any marks by tomorrow night.”

  She wished he hadn’t said “tomorrow”. Wished he hadn’t brought up, even obliquely, the future.