by Lily Freeman
“Good girl, now relax and it won’t hurt.”
It did hurt, just not as much as she’d imagined having something in her ass would.
Gently he worked his finger in and out then before she had a chance to protest, he pressed another small vibrator inside her. Panic had her groaning, fear had her sweating, but the incredible feeling of fullness had her frozen to the spot, too scared to move in case something happened.
“Breathe, Darling, just breathe. This is going to feel so good in a minute.”
PJ sucked in a breath and the throbbing in her breasts started all over again. Her head dropped, her gaze falling to her clamped nipples, her trussed up torso and the little trail of wires sitting ominously between her knees. She looked like a porn star, one of the ones she’d accidentally/on purpose watched on the Internet not long after she’d met Luke.
Before she could panic anymore, PJ glanced up to find her Master bare chested in front of her. His hands were moving slowly over the waistband of his pants to his belt. He removed it, carefully folding it in half before laying it over the back of the chair. His pants followed, hitting the rug. Standing naked, Luke was an exquisite sight, from his dishevelled hair to his sculptured thighs and the bit in the middle, the bit she was staring at; his cock was beyond words.
“I have one more present for you.” Something small and soft was pressed into her hand. It squeaked when she squeezed it. “It’s your safe word, use it if you need to.”
She was about to ask why she couldn’t just say it when he caught her chin, his thumb pressing against her lips.
“Open your mouth.”
PJ hesitated for a second before she obeyed him. His cock brushed over her lips, his musky, rich scent following, flooding her senses. Even though she was scared, she wanted to feel him lose control, just like she always did when he pleasured her. So she opened wide, loving the feel of him sliding inside.
“That’s it, Baby, nice and easy.”
His hand worked into her hair, his fingers curling tight against her scalp, lifting her head before he pushed deeper. PJ tried to relax, but his thighs were pressing against her nipples. Fire erupted across her chest, resonating out in every direction. She moaned as he thrust in only to pull back, his fingers wiping the tears she hadn’t even realised she was shedding.
“Good girl, you’re such a good girl.”
They fell into a slow and steady rhythm, his cock sinking deeper and deeper until he hit the back of her throat. She panicked as her lungs screamed and her gag reflex kicked in.
Luke felt her first, her head jolting back, but only as much as he allowed her, then he saw her hand, her fingers clenching around the little black ball. She always panicked right at the start while her mind still fought against what her body was doing, but he wasn’t going to allow that tonight. Snatching the remote off the arm of the chair, he turned the dial. The dual vibrators he’d slipped inside her were small, but incredibly powerful. She’d be a heartbeat away from of an orgasm in seconds and he intended to keep her there until it hurt just as must as the clamps. It was the first step in helping her understand that the two sensations were the perfect combination, if only she’d accept them, and he needed her to tonight. The burn that had been coursing through his veins all day was building, had been with every minute he’d dealt with the other men in her life and earlier with every phone call he’d had to take at work, answering questions that could alter the fate of thousands. Luke had never known pressure like it, and it was pointless trying to pretend he could cope anymore because he couldn’t. He needed to take the edge off before the precarious grip he still held over his control slipped entirely.
With one little twist of his hand, she jerked and then she groaned. He silenced her by pushing further into the delicious heat of her mouth.
“Ahh, so good, so good.”
Sweet fucking Jesus. PJ’s internal voice had suddenly converted to the vocabulary of a West Coast trucker, but … fuck!
It wasn’t vibrations surging through her; it was tremors. She was shuddering from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and the bit in the middle, the epicentre, again—fucking, fucking hell!
If it wasn’t for the fact that she had a massive cock hammering in and out of her mouth, she’d be screaming. Then again, maybe she was and she couldn’t hear it over the thunder in her ears. Sensations like she’d never known, couldn’t hope to comprehend, hit her, but just as she fell into it, accepted the sublime waves of pleasure, a short blast of agony took it all away. She felt the cool metal tighten behind her neck, along with a fistful of her hair. It shocked her, the pain that assaulted her body, because it was the kind that made her want to escape under a veil of unconsciousness, like she always did when she couldn’t take any more. But it wasn’t that which had her reeling; it was the fact that Luke was doing this to her. PJ wasn’t stupid, she’d known he was going to push her tonight, though what that actually meant to her in a physical form had been unclear, hidden beneath tender words and gentle kisses, until now.
She gasped as one wave of agony rolled over the next, all the while Luke just plunged deeper, holding her trapped in an oxygen-deprived hell for longer. The vibrations causing such havoc inside her amped up another level, sending a new kind of torment rioting through her body. It felt so fucking good yet so phenomenally bad, all at the same time, but Luke just continued to pump his hips, fucking her mouth with a lazy rhythm that made her want to scream. Instead she tried to arch her back, but couldn’t, so she tried to flex her thighs, but they wouldn’t either. Her last thought as she slipped into a hellish kind of delirium was that Luke better pray she wasn’t a biter.
The moment PJ stopped fighting him, Luke knew. He thrust deeper and she let him, her tongue flattening as he slid back into perfection.
It pleased him immensely that she’d submitted to him when he knew she was scared. Again he found himself wondering how far he could take her? How deep was the need that she was still so adamantly denying? His hands flexed, tightening the chain that in turn tugged her clamps. Her tears fell, hitting his thighs like summer rain. She was so fucking gorgeous, so open and responsive. For a single blissful moment he took everything she’d ever given him and twisted it into a fantasy that was agonizingly beautiful, savagely erotic. He saw her chained to a wall with her head bent, her face awash with tears, her back, her thighs and her ass covered with his marks. It was a scene he’d played out twenty, thirty, forty times before, but with PJ, it would be different. Her tears would be real, her whimpers too and when she begged him to stop, knowing that he wouldn’t, Luke wanted that moment, more than anything.
Below him she groaned or cried, either way the noise was so close to his fantasy that he let it suck him deeper, let her suck him deeper too as he pushed back down her throat. One second, two, she gagged, shuddering around him, but he held her still, willing her to do this for him, to let him be free, four seconds, five—he pulled out, allowing her to breathe again.
Nothing … there was nothing PJ could think of, no previous experience, good or bad that had ever felt as intense as the sensations bombarding her right now. She was so close to rapture, that feeling beyond all the others, yet she couldn’t reach it because she didn’t want to. This pain was different. It wasn’t playful and erotic; it was calculated and—sadistic. Her beautiful lover wasn’t looking down over her with tender blue eyes anymore; he was watching her with a cool smile or was it cruel? PJ honestly couldn’t tell.
She tried to move, twisting her hips the tiny amount she could, but the vibrators shifted, the one inside her pussy nudging hard against something that had her seeing stars; brilliantly coloured, dazzling stars. An orgasm crashed over her that was so fierce, she lost everything for a minute: sight, perception, muscle control, everything but the roar in her ears and the knowledge that she’d just broken one of Luke’s rules.
He was still thrusting into her mouth, holding her for far too long even as the tears streamed down her face and spit dribbled down he
r chin yet he was either oblivious to her distress or he simply didn’t care. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d called her a good girl or told her to relax, but by God, she needed him to.
Suddenly, regardless of their close proximity PJ felt very much alone, used by him. Was this submission? The emptiness that filled her chest as she struggled to fill her lungs, or was it fear taking over? Because there was no denying it anymore; she was scared and she hurt, fuck she hurt, even as the waves of torturous pleasure continued to roll through her.
“Ah, Baby, did you break one of my rules?”
When Luke eased his cock out of her mouth, she hissed, so desperate for the sweet, precious air. She wanted to say she was sorry, that she hadn’t meant to, but he didn’t want her excuses, he wanted her penance. What that might mean had her trembling. “Yes … Master.”
He crouched down, kneeling on one of the pillows in front of her. The silence that drew out between them was excruciating, only broken by PJ’s groans as the vibrations continued to hum away inside her. Gently Luke took her chin, wiping her eyes while his never left her face.
“I am going to punish you now, and it’s going to hurt, but nothing you can’t handle, okay?”
He was asking her? Seriously? What if she said no, that she didn’t want to be punished? What would he do then? It was tempting to find out yet when their eyes met, she couldn’t. He needed something darker from her tonight. She could see it in the way he was holding himself rigid with tension. If she really wanted this man in her life, she had to work through the turmoil in her head. It was just a little bit of pain, woven amongst all the pleasure. No more than she could handle, but that was the problem? She didn’t know how much she could handle and she was terrified to find out.
“Okay.” Shit, fuck! “Master.”
Reaching behind her, Luke did something with the chain, tightening it until PJ’s neck was pulled ever so slightly forward.
“We’ll aim for five, then we’ll continue.”
Five what? Why did he always do this to her? When she attempted to look up, which pulled the chain, she realised her simple yet precarious predicament. With every inch she moved her head, her clamped nipples were hauled higher. Luke’s deep, husky chuckle hit her a second before the killer vibrations did.
“Fuck!”
He grabbed her, capturing her face in his hands then he kissed her. He was so fucking rough, driving into her mouth with a force that left her dizzy, but only until her head jerked back, the chain yanking her nipples. She screamed; Luke plunged deeper, taking it all. A vicious surge of arousal stormed through her body leaving total distraction in its wake. Every muscle spasmed and flexed seeking a release from the building pressure. When it came a second later, it was devastating.
“Ahhh—ahhh.”
He only released her so he could lean back and watch while she convulsed through the most confusing, mind-fuck of an orgasm she’d ever experienced. And what made it worse, yes, worse than the excruciating pain in her breasts or the exquisite ecstasy in her core, was the sweet, satisfied smile on Luke’s face. Her sadist was in heaven, basking in her pain, but there was so much more to come.
Over the next ten minutes or was it twenty, PJ had absolutely no idea; he coaxed another four orgasms from her. By the end of it, all she remembered was her screams and his taste as he kissed her through each and every one of them. She couldn’t fight him, so she didn’t; she just rode out every shudder that raked her body until she was nothing but a quivering mess. When he finally took the vibrators out of her and took off the clamps, she would have screamed from the pain, but she had nothing left. So she watched him, shifting in and out of focus until he stood, still painfully erect in front of her.
Gently he tilted her chin, parting her lips before he pushed back inside her again. She didn’t fight him, though it wasn’t submission that rendered her compliant, it was something that went far deeper. She’d been with Luke a handful of times and every one of them had been amazing except for now. What had the tears falling down her cheeks again as Luke picked up his pace, was unlike their previous moments together, tonight she suspected that she was seeing the real man, the one he didn’t want to be anymore. Oh, she didn’t doubt he was still fighting to keep himself in check, but even this tiny insight into his true nature scared her, and that, considering what she knew about him was beyond terrifying.
Luke rocked forward, content to just feel the soft, moist heat of PJ’s mouth around his cock. She was exhausted, completely subservient on her knees before him; a truly magnificent fucking sight, but her spark was gone. Had she finally given up the internal battle she’d been fighting? He hoped so because it had been his goal when he pushed her tonight, and he had, even more so than he’d intended. His old urges and new ones had driven him hard, clouding his vision until all he could see was her, bound and begging, trembling till her eyes slid shut, hiding her fear from him—or, had that actually happened?
Fuck, had it? Luke blinked, shook his head then slowly took in the finer details of his gorgeous little submissive. She was incredibly pale, except for her eyes, which were rimmed with red, heavy lidded as she stared ahead of her. When his hips drew back he looked lower, taking in her swollen, bruised nipples and the various lines left from the chain. She didn’t seem to notice when he pulled free of her mouth, she just continued to pant, quietly drawing in air. But it was Luke who needed it as he sank to his knees, his hands cupping her face, tilting it up to his.
“Baby, look at me.”
Huge golden eyes slowly found his. She didn’t smile, didn’t frown, she simply held his gaze. It was like a slap to the face, instantly clearing the lust driven fog that had been distorting everything. He had pushed her too far. To say he felt sick was a monumental understatement. Guilty? About the same, not that either of those feelings mattered right now because the gut-wrenching sense of panic that was clawing its way up Luke’s body, totally overrode both of those emotions.
What the fuck had he done? She was his gift, his hope, and his joy and in a moment of weakness, he’d forgotten. He could quite possibly have destroyed everything that had become so important to him.
“PJ, please talk to me. Tell me you’re okay?” While she stared at him, he worked at the rope, untying her wrists and ankles.
“I’m … I’m okay.”
She was not okay. “Just hold on, I’m going to make it all better, just stay with me.”
Quickly he unwrapped her, discovering more marks where she’d struggled against her restraints, against him.
“I’m tired, Luke.”
Her head dropped forward hitting his chest as he leaned close, freeing her breasts. One more loop and she collapsed into his arms.
“It’s alright, I’ve got you. It’s over now.” Those three little words stabbed right through his heart, yet he refused to let the pain take hold. She’d understand. He’d fucked up, but she would forgive him because that’s who she was, how she looked at the world.
“PJ, Darling. I’m so sorry. I scared you didn’t I?”
Carefully he laid her down, easing her legs and arms out while he ran his hands over her. She just lay there watching him while he surveyed the damage he’d caused.
“A little bit.”
When he stretched out beside her, cuddling close, she reached for him, taking his hand.
“It’s not enough for you, is it? What I can give you?”
Fuck, fuck, Christ! Panic, terror, sorrow, the combination was crippling as it settled heavily right over the top of Luke’s heart. “No, God no. Don’t say that, or think that. I got lost, that’s all. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
He covered her face with a thousand little kisses until she smiled, but it was so hesitant that he barely saw it. “Please don’t shut me out. We have to talk about this, figure out a way past it because I won’t lose you, not now, not ever.”
She blinked at that, tears rolling down her cheeks again.
“How can you say that? I know what you wa
nt even if you don’t and …”
Her beautiful eyes vanished as she covered her face with her hand, but he couldn’t let her go. “Look at me, PJ. You are what I want. I went too far and I’m sorry, but you never stopped me and you could have.” He saw the flash of anger a second before more tears spilled.
“I wanted to please you. You seemed so stressed out. But I can’t, can I? You need so much more.”
What he needed was her and what she needed was him. There was nothing else to it. “Shhh, you’re wrong and we’re going to sit down tomorrow when we’re both calm and talk about it.” Gently he took her hands, raising them to his lips before he kissed her fingertips. For once he didn’t hold her down because he wanted her to touch him while he helped her find her way back.
With a sweep of his tongue he traced a path along her throat, under her chin, loving the saltiness of her skin. Moving down her body, he found her breasts, gently cupping them as he drew them closer. She moaned when he licked them, lightly teasing the swollen tips. Her fingers threaded through his hair, drawing him down and he went willingly, desperate for her forgiveness. He could make this right if he showed her tenderness and understanding, if they talked. She was one of the most compassionate women he’d ever met, surely she had some for him.
While he whispered to her, words he prayed she’d believe, Luke worshiped her breasts until she was trembling, then he moved lower. Her beautiful pussy was still flushed, her soft dusky folds just begging to be parted so he did and she tasted amazing, sweet and tangy, slick with sweat.
Hooking his hand under one of her knees he nudged her over onto her side, pushing her top leg high and wide. She watched him over her shoulder as he settled himself behind her then with one long, slow thrust he filled her incredibly tight body with his cock, loving the moan that echoed around them. Settling into a gentle, lazy rhythm he held her tight; his arm snaking around her shoulder, his hand resting across her throat, pulling her back until he could kiss her.
