by Jamie Knight
There was no way he could do that without me walking funny after. Mom would be sure to notice that. Even a preliminary examination by a doctor would make it immediately clear what was happening.
Joshua struck again with the paddle before sticking two fingers in me. Even before they were all the way in, I burst into tears, weeping uncontrollably.
“Whoa, hey, baby.”
Joshua undid the restraints and gathered me to him, holding me tight and kissing me on the forehead and face.
“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean for it to hurt so much.”
“No, no, it was good. I liked the spanking, the way you did it. It just reminded me of my dad. Stepdad, I mean. I have some bad memories that came back.”
I tried to stop myself there, not wanting to go into it and ruin the moment that, up until then, was quite wonderful.
“That’s enough for today,” he said.
Carrying me back over to the bed, he removed the suit and lay me down. As I lay, naked and prone before him, he opened one of the drawers and got out a bottle of lotion.
With gentle, practiced hands, he rubbed the salve on me. Not just on my ass but on my thighs and back where the straps from the suit had dug in while I was sleeping.
I kind of wanted him to massage my pussy like that but knew that he wouldn’t. He was too worried about me to think about sexual pleasure right now.
“If you ever need to talk to someone, you can confide in me,” he said, as he tended my hurts, “but you have to open up and trust me for this to work.”
I nodded but before I could respond, there was a knock at the door. Joshua’s tone was gentler than I’d ever heard him use on anyone but me as he said to come in. Then I recognized Molly’s voice.
“Take the rest of the night off, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” Molly murmured.
I could hear her footsteps going down the hallway before the door clicked closed. Followed by Joshua’s heavier footfalls on the hardwood floor.
He brought the tray over to the table set up in the corner and I noticed, for the first time, that the tray from the night before was gone. When it was placed and ready, my master wrapped me up in the robe and carried me over to the table.
I was perfectly capable of walking, but he didn’t know that. Besides which, I had the feeling the carrying was part of the power play. Like not letting me leave the room. I was really just happy that he seemed to want to stay with me longer.
As we ate the delicious meal, Joshua’s chef knocking it out of the park, or culinary equivalent, again, a question crossed my mind that I couldn’t keep quiet.
“Why do you like it? BDSM, I mean?”
It was a dangerous question, but I couldn’t quell my curiosity. I knew what made me tick but was still curious about the masters. What they got out of it. Alas, he got a look like his food had turned to ash in his mouth and fixed me with a glance that looked more hurt than angry.
“That’s not how this works, my girl. It isn’t a two-way street. I don’t have to tell you anything about me. You do and you will tell me everything about you.”
I felt pretty stupid for asking. I should have known better. Though I was glad he was gentle in setting me straight. My violation could well have put me in line for a slap.
“Yes, master. I’m really sorry, sir.”
Joshua got up to leave and I really started to regret saying anything at all. I thought it might be over between us. Or that he might leave me here for days, tortured about whether he was going to come back. Though just when he got to the door, he turned around to face me again.
“I’ve enjoyed my time with you so far,” he said, in the same gentle tone he’d used with Molly, “and I think you are progressing nicely in your training. I look forward to taking your virginity when you are properly broken in.”
“I look forward to it, too,” I confessed, my pussy getting wet.
He gave a terse nod and left. Leaving it to me to wonder how long the absence would last this time.
Chapter Thirteen - Joshua
She was perfect. Lying in the bed, not a single stitch on. Moving carefully, I went to her. She turned a bit as I drew back the covers as though unveiling a new sculpture, moving from her side onto her back. Her beautiful tits came into full view.
With the lightest of all touches imaginable, I caressed up her legs, from ankle to hip. She hummed softly, remaining asleep. Gently parting her legs with my hands, I breathed int the beauty of her tight little cunt. Pink and perfect. A sweet, virginal flower just waiting to be plucked.
Caressing my way back up, I lightly cupped her pussy. She reacted but didn’t wake. Even as I started to massage her, placing my other hand on her tender neck. I was in complete control as I slipped two fingers inside her and started to finger fuck her. Gently at first but gaining in speed with each passing thrust. Plunging my fingers deeper into her soft tenderness.
Her pussy tightened around my fingers and I could tell she was about to cum. It was then, of course, that her eyes flew open, and she started to moan in elated response to what I was doing to her pussy.
I squeezed her neck slightly, just in case she thought about moving. I was in control. She was mine, and I was going to have her.
She came with a rush, thrashing and wailing on the bed. I had to move my hand from her neck to her chest to hold her down, leaving the other buried deep inside her.
“I, wow, fuck…” was all she could seem to get out.
“Have you ever cum like that before?” I asked.
“No, I—”
She couldn’t finish. Instead, she burst into tears. I remembered what she had said about her stepdad and wondered if I had done the right thing.
“No, no, it’s fine,” she said, wiping away tears, “or, it’s really good actually. I love the way you touch me. It’s just not the first time I’ve woken up to fingers in me. Though you did it really well. It didn’t hurt at all.”
“Someone hurt you there?”
“Sometimes. You didn’t though, it was wonderful.”
It was mad. An absurd notion. Yet, that still didn’t stop it from occurring. A bizarre nothing that I nonetheless went along with. Overcome with a driving urge to kiss her and make it better.
My darling pet gasped with delight as my lips touched her precious tenderness. I couldn’t stop. Each soft, wet kiss was begetting another until I was smothering her with tender affection.
Soon enough my tongue wanted to join in the fun and before long I was devouring my sweet little peach as she ran her hands through my hair. I had very nearly caused her to cum again when we were interrupted by a dinging sound. Like I’d just gotten the answer right on a game show.
“What’s that?” I asked rhetorically.
Before she could respond, most likely with a lie, I whipped open the drawer in the night table and found her phone. She tried to reach for it, but I was faster.
She had a new text. I could feel the cold rage start to rise up within me. I did my best to suppress it, because I knew that nothing good ever came from giving in to it. Must keep things in perspective.
“It’s for emergencies,” she started to explain. “I don’t use it often and even then, only to reply. I—”
I put my hand over her mouth to silence her. I could almost feel her relax as she gave up. It was too late for explanations. She had kept something from me and had to be punished.
I knew she had the phone, though I didn’t know she was still using it. She was supposed to be in training and there couldn’t be any outside distractions.
Getting tape and scissors from a drawer on the other side of the bed, I replaced my hand with some heavy gaffer tape and then used both hands to secure her arms behind her back as I pulled her from the bed.
She didn’t fight as I steered her toward the whipping frame. It looked like the cross table, only it was vertical rather than horizontal.
Securing her wrists and ankles with the re
straints, I stood back and looked at her. She was held in a spread eagle. Her arms were out wide, attached to the ends of the crossbar. Her feet were set wide, the ankle restraints coming out the side of the bottom of the cross.
The sound resounded through the room as I spanked her hard. Bare hand on ass, a nice, vivid red handprint rose on her pale flesh. I did it again to the other cheek, so they would match.
She barely made a noise at the strikes. Her body was jerking but only slightly. She was getting used to the pain, which was good.
Spanking her a few more times with my hand, I took it up a level, getting a wooden paddle. The strikes came harder after that with my hand, though made about the same impact, so I moved up to the cricket bat.
That was more like it. It caused hard jerks against the restraints and muffled screams. I struck her several times, but it still wasn’t enough. She really needed to suffer. To pay for keeping things from me. It was odd to think but I got no pleasure from hurting her like that. It was more of a duty at this point.
I hung the bat back up on its hook and did something I swore I would never do again. I got down the lash. With a flick of my wrist the fearsome thing whipped out to its full length, snapping at the end. I could hear Celeste cry out at the sound.
It was ugly. Much rougher than I’ve ever been before. It might seem like it was hate. That I hated her for lying to me. Or at least keeping something from me. Though that wasn’t it.
I was coming to love her and was desperate for things to work. To break her in as my pet by any means that might be needed. It truly was tough love.
I could hear her sobbing through the tape as I released the restraints. The bleeding wasn’t bad and could easily be dealt with. Much worse might have been the emotional damage it had caused both of us. Celeste fell against me and then crumpled to the floor in tears she was trying not to show.
I thought she would hate me. Instead, she got down on her hands and knees in a worshipping position in front of me.
“You can’t keep anything from me,” I told her. “You must not talk to anyone else. I am taking your phone.”
Head still down, she nodded like a good little pet. I made her look at me and took the tape from her mouth.
“Promise me.”
“Yes, master.”
“Good. I only need one thing. To fuck you in the mouth. I don’t want to hear anything but your gagging, got it?”
She nodded again and opened her mouth wide. Hauling out my already hardening cock, I shoved it all the way into her mouth, slamming it into the back of her throat making her gag hard.
Easing up on her, I worked her mouth slowly at first, working my way past her gag reflex and down into her throat. Before long, I had a little more than half of my total length down her throat.
Taking her roughly by the hair, I throat fucked her hard, making her gasp and wheeze. I could see tears form in the corner of her eye but still she took it like a trooper, doing her best to open her throat like I’d taught her.
Despite myself, I started to wonder about her past and what made her the way she was. Open yet also guarded, contradictory as that seemed.
I had to stop when a terrifying realization struck me. I couldn’t know too much about her past or I’d fall in love with her and never be able to let her go and that just wasn’t how I did things.
I decided to just enjoy the moment and fucked her little throat hard and rough while pulling her hair. More tears came but she made no noise aside from gagging. Before long I came, filling her with my cum. I really didn’t think she would be able to swallow it all, but she surprised me, getting down every last drop.
I wanted to hug her or say, ‘good girl,’ but I wasn’t able to show that kind of affection at the moment. I was too scared I might fall in love right then and there. With her phone in my pocket, I left,, promising myself to send someone to check in on her.
Curiosity wasn’t as bad as some let on. For me at least. It was after all how I had made most of my money. By asking questions no one thought to ask and then doing things others didn’t dare.
The phone wasn’t hard to hack. It had gone to lock-screen between the bedroom and the office and the onscreen keypad glowed like a challenge. There weren’t very many people who actually set their code as 1 2 3 4 because it seemed so stupid. Which was exactly why it was such an effective passcode.
No one thinks it actually exists. Celeste and I were clearly of similar thought patterns.
Celeste, it’s April. Call me back, it’s urgent.
I didn’t know who the message was from, but it didn’t really matter. The word ‘urgent’ was a great equalizer. All I knew was I needed to find out what was happening. One of my servants was finishing up with Celeste when I arrived back in the room, adding ointment to her superficial wounds while Celeste sucked on a soothing lozenge.
“Oh, master.”
“It’s okay, darling, take your time.”
Waiting for the servant to gather the tray of supplies and leave, her head hung as she passed me, I went to the bed as Celeste sat up.
“Feel better?”
“Much,” Celeste said, the lozenge still clicking against her teeth.
“Who is April?”
“My roommate. At least until recently.”
“She says you need to call her urgently. Why? Please, tell me everything.”
Celeste looked so scared that I hugged her. She was so terrified that I vowed to do whatever it took to take care of her. Even if it meant falling in love with her.
Chapter Fourteen - Celeste
My fingers shook as I dialed. The only thing that gave me any comfort at all was that Joshua was here with me. Once April appeared on the video call, she looked awful and had a black eye.
“What happened to you?”
“Your stepdad came back. He apparently decided he didn’t believe me about you going on vacation because someone sent him a video of you,” she told me. “He was really pissed and demanded to know where you were and said he was going to kill whoever took the video. I tried to deny I knew where you where, but h-he hit me. He wouldn’t stop until I told him. I guessed it was Joshua who put up the video, anyway.”
I didn’t know what to think, Joshua did have the camera in the room, but I didn’t think he would do that. Take a video of me and post it online.
“I’m so sorry, April,” I told her. “I’ll get to the bottom of this and call you back.”
“What was that about?” Joshua asked me once we’d hung up. “Tell me everything.”
“I can’t, I mean I—”
Before I could finish, tell him I didn’t really know, his hand was over my mouth, and he was pinning me to the bed. I got ready for more pain, though it didn’t come. Instead, he bound my wrists and ankles with more of the tape from the drawer.
Then he slipped his entire fist into my pussy. I gasped as it went in. I wasn’t sure how I was able to take it, but I did.
“Tell me. Tell me everything. If you are open and honest with me, I will reward you by taking your virginity. Because then I’ll know you are truly broken in.”
I didn’t know what to believe anymore. Though I did still feel like I could trust him. We had already been through so much. My stepdad was a dangerous man, and I could use Joshua’s protection. I also wanted his cock so bad it hurt.
“My stepdad. April was talking about my stepdad who hurt me. He never let me go. I mean, he’s fucking obsessed. Even after I left the house and moved out, he would follow me. He always seems to know when I’m dating someone new and will scare them off.”
“Do you know who made the video he mentioned?”
“No. Honestly, I don’t. Or even what video she was talking about.”
“Stay here.”
“Yes, master.”
I could feel the weight shift as he got up. I was scared that he might be leaving again. Relief washed over me when I felt him get back on the bed. There was the di
stinctive snap of a bottle of lube being opened. The soft buzz of a vibrator followed soon after.
My master was light and gentle, running the vibrator over my lips before pushing it up into my pussy. Then he was gone again, and I could head the cameras, more than just the one I had seen zooming in.
“Why the cameras?”
“I want to get ready too,” he said.
He kissed me on the cheek and I heard him leave. I wasn’t sure what was going on or what he was doing with the footage but just let what was going to happen happen. What happened was several huge, multiple orgasms.
“That’s right, pet. Cum for me. I’ll be there soon.”
Finally, after what felt like forever, he came back into the room. I could hear the door closing behind him. Coming right up next to me on the bed, he stroked back my hair and kissed me tenderly on the lips, like I’ve never been kissed before.
“I’ll take care of you, pet. I’ve broken you in and it is time to fuck you.”
I felt the most delicious quiver of pleasure and anticipation run through me. It was really, finally going to happen.
He turned off the vibrator and slipped it from my pussy, setting it down on the nearest bed-side table. I heard the click of a knife and flinched, just for a moment, immediately relaxing as my master cut the tape away.
After replacing the knife to where he had gotten it from, he turned me onto my back and gently opened my legs, seeming to be mesmerized by the very sight of my wet pussy.
“Beautiful,” he mused, his pupils seeming to dilate.
I wanted to say it was his but realized we both already knew that. Slowly, he undressed, revealing his perfect body to me. He looked like a marble statue come to life. His absolutely beautiful cock was already fully hard and ready for action. Yet he took his time.
Starting at my lips, he kissed all the way down my body, finally running his tongue along my wet, aching pussy, bringing a deep, satisfied hum from deep inside me.
