by Rebel Rose
Her dress slides down and partially covers her ass. “Are you going to fuck me or not, Tristan?”
My words have hurt her. And I hate that. I didn’t mean to cause her pain, but she must learn that she is only my submissive. She doesn’t have a say in how I run my life.
I get up and move behind her, undoing my pants. “Yes, bebelle. I’m going to fuck you.”
I wish that I were stronger. I wish that I could tell her I won’t take her this way, but the truth is that I can’t resist. I’m obsessed with her, and I’ll take her this way if it’s the only way that she’s willing to give herself to me.
I touch her pussy and find that she’s dry, but not for long. I’m going to make her want this even if she doesn’t want to want it.
I dip my fingers into my mouth and then use my wet fingers to lubricate the skin around her entrance. I guide my cock inside her and her body accepts mine, not easily at first, but the following thrusts gradually come with more ease.
I reach around her waist and spread the top of her slit. Although I’m certain that it’s unintentional, she softly moans when my fingertips expose her hooded clit. I rejoice inside; she may be pissed off at me, but she can’t turn off those pleasure receptors or her response. She can’t hide her arousal from me. And I’m going to use that weakness to bring her back to me. Back to the place that I had worked so hard to get to with her.
I watch my cock move in and out of her from her behind, slow and deliberate. I could fuck her hard only for my pleasure, but I want to make her feel good too.
She softly moans again as I flick her clit with my fingertips and rocks against me, pushing and pulling herself on and off of my length faster.
“Slow down, bebelle. Don’t rush it.” I need to make this last as long as possible. I’m not sure when she’ll let me fuck her again.
I lower my face to her shoulder and lean around to kiss the side of her neck and face. She might not have allowed me to kiss her mouth last night, but she can’t stop me from kissing her this way.
Her pussy contracts around my cock, and I grip her tightly as the pleasure rocks through my body. I enjoy the high, and I ride it to the very end, feeling my body tense and relax as the pleasure enters and leaves my extremities. I thrust those final times, filling her with my seed until all of it is inside her instead of me. Right where it should be.
I rest my forehead against her upper shoulders, my cock still inside her, and wrap both arms around her. I love everything about the way she feels in my arms.
“You owe me a key, Tristan.”
My cock has gone soft and slips out of her when she squirms beneath me.
“And what will you do if you pull the right one this time?”
“I’ll be out of here so fast that your head will spin.”
I thought she would say that but hearing her say it still stings.
I straighten and fasten my pants before unlocking the cabinet and follow the same procedure as the previous times. She drops her hand inside and digs around in the box with her eyes closed. Probably praying. And her face is the epitome of stoic when she hands over the key.
I insert it and turn. Again, nothing happens. Thank fuck.
My racing heart begins to calm a little. “Not the one.”
She says nothing before turning and leaving my office. And while watching her walk away, I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever felt emptier inside.
What is this woman doing to me?
Emma Lia is my submissive. She is my joy. And now she is also my pain.
I waited in my office for two hours before dinner, and Emma Lia didn’t come to me. I’m not sure what that means. I’m only certain about one thing: knowing that she is in my house within my grasp but is staying away is killing me.
Like every other night since our argument, I lie in my bed hoping that mon bebelle will open the door that separates our rooms. She wouldn’t even need to ask permission to enter. I would welcome her with open arms.
I hear the sound of soft music, a severely melancholy tune, coming from her room and it’s minus her usual singing. I’d give anything to hear her terrible singing right now.
I open my laptop and attempt to occupy my mind with the Vegas project. Burying myself in work—instead of Emma Lia—is what I’ve done to take my mind off of our falling-out.
I look over when the door between our bedrooms opens and… holy fuck. Emma Lia is standing in the doorway wearing a garter belt with fishnet stockings and a red and black corset-style top that pushes her tits up and out. Of course, I chose it, but it’s a sexier piece of lingerie than she normally wears. And fuck. I lower my face and look over the top of my glasses, seeing that she isn’t wearing the panties that go with it. Her pussy is completely bare.
“I’m inviting you to join me in my room tonight.”
That’s all she says before going back into her room, leaving the door open.
Well, fuck. Looks like she’s turning the tables on me tonight. And of course, her MO works. She knows that there’s not a chance in hell that I would turn down this opportunity.
She’s standing beside the kinky cabinet with the doors open. “What would you like tonight, Master?”
Never in a million years would I have imagined walking into her bedroom and hearing that question tonight. Not after the last four days. And I don’t know how to answer because I want it all.
I reach inside to the top shelf and take out a harmless toy. “I would like you to wear this collar and leash.”
She comes to me and turns, lifting her hair, allowing me to place the black leather collar with O ring around her neck and secure the buckle. She turns around and my cock twitches when I see her wearing it. And I can’t resist wrapping the leash around my hand and pulling her in to kiss her mouth.
There’s no passion in her kiss. It’s like pressing my lips to an empty body.
“What else would you like?”
I remove my next choice from the cabinet. “The nipple clamps.”
She unlaces the top of her corset and her tits fall out of the top. “Would you like to apply them, Master?”
Fuck yes. “I would very much love to apply them.”
I adjust them so the pressure will be minimal. We’ll need to build up to more pressure.
She winces when I close the first clamp and tighten it. “Too much?”
She shakes her head. “It hurts, but I can take it.”
The sadist inside me loves hearing her say that it hurts, but it’s not enough for him. I tighten the clamp until she cries out. “Ohhh… Tris… tan.”
I could correct her, remind her that she’s to call me Master in the bedroom, but I actually like hearing her say my name right now.
I apply the other clamp around her hard bud, and she closes her eyes, sucking air in through the tight O that her lips form. The sight of her delicate nipples clamped and hurting turns me on in a way that most people would find disturbing.
“Ohh… fuck, Tristan. That hurts.”
Her face is tense, and I know that she’s telling the truth, that her sensitive nipples are likely in agony from the vicious bite of the toy. Just the way that I want them.
Cupping the undersides of her breasts with my hands, I squeeze them lightly, molding the soft flesh with my fingers. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Master.”
She jerks when the movement of my hands pulls on the chain between her nipples. “Sure you can take the pain, my sweet bebelle?”
She nods slowly. “What else do you want from me tonight?” Her words come out in a ragged whisper.
Damn. I like this one-eighty in Emma Lia.
I remove a paddle because I want to punish the fuck out of her for avoiding me these last four days. “This. Because I’m dying to spank your ass for what you’ve done to me this week.”
There’s a small tug at each corner of her mouth. “Why did you not choose the butt plug?”
I wasn’t aware that it was a choice. “The butt plu
g?”
She reaches into the cabinet and takes out the blue jewel. “Why did you not choose this?”
“Because you told me no anal. You were very adamant about it, and I don’t feel like now is the right time to push it after the week that we’ve had.”
“How badly do you want to fuck my virgin asshole?”
She knows how much I want it. I’ve been telling her for weeks. “Right now, I can think of nothing that I want more.”
“What would you say if I told you that I was willing to give it to you?”
Is she serious? Because this isn’t something that you joke about. “I would ask what you’re up to.”
“I want my debt to be paid off as soon as possible. And I want to use my anal virginity as a bargaining chip.”
She has my attention. “I’m listening.”
“Your cock gets to fuck my virgin asshole… in exchange for twenty keys.”
“Twenty?” A two with a zero behind it? Did I hear her correctly?
“No fucking way. That’s twenty percent of the keys gone in one night. Actually more than that since you’re down to eighty-seven. It’s too many. I can’t risk it.”
She places the plug back in the cabinet. “What if I had nothing to prepare me? You get straight-up, non-stretched anal. One hundred percent tight virginal bum fun.”
Fuck. It’s like I’m an addict and she’s offering me one of the best hits of my life. How does one resist when he has zero willpower to say no?
I’m shaking because I want this so badly. “You know that I want it. Badly. But we have to negotiate that number.”
“Make me an offer.”
“Five.”
She laughs. “We both know that it’s worth far more than that.”
She isn’t wrong, but I can’t give in and offer more than the minimum she’s willing to take. “What kind of number do you have in your head?”
“I’ve already told you. I want twenty keys.”
“That’s too high, bebelle. You have to negotiate with me.”
“Actually, I don’t have to negotiate with you at all.”
“I want it, but I won’t give you twenty.” I could lose her tonight if I agree to twenty. The odds are just too much in her favor. As much as I want my cock inside that tight hole, I can’t take that kind of risk.
She comes to me and takes my hand, turning it over and placing the leash inside my palm. “You want it, but I also know that you don’t just simply want it so you can get off. You want to fuck it hard and see me cry because you’re stretching me so wide.”
The Dom inside of me wraps the leash around my hand, and uses it to pull her close to me, face-to-face with my mouth touching hers. “When I take your ass for the first time, you will cry, bebelle. Real tears. Because I won’t take it gently. I won’t care that it’s your first time.”
“Do it, Tristan,” she whispers. “Fuck me until I cry.”
Fuck! Does this woman realize that she’s toying with one of my deepest, darkest desires where she’s concerned?
Of course, she does. That’s why she’s doing this—offering me what I want most in the world so she can pull those twenty keys.
And leave me.
My cock is throbbing behind my boxer briefs and sleep pants, and I have this intense desperation inside that begs me to say to hell with the consequences. Tears and a tight hole, two of my favorite things. I should take what she’s offering. The proposition might not come around again.
But twenty out of the remaining eighty-seven keys? That’s almost a twenty-three percent chance of pulling the right one. She has an almost one-in-four chance of clearing her debt and leaving me tonight.
How lucky do I feel?
I’m a gambling man, and I fucking love winning when the odds are stacked against me.
“I’m going to tear your ass up, and then after you pull those twenty keys and none of them work, I’m going to tear it up again while you’re bent over my desk, crying and begging for mercy.”
Her lips curl around her teeth as she tries to contain her happiness. She really thinks that she has just earned her freedom. “You’re only partially right, Tristan. You may tear up my ass once, but then that padlock is going to pop open, and I’m going to walk out of this house. I’m never going to see you again after tonight.”
Those words feel like a harsh slap across my face.
“We’ll see, bebelle.”
I glide my hand down her satin-and-lace corset and cup my hand over the soft exposed lips between her legs. I push a finger through the center and this time find that her pussy is soaking wet, causing my cock to throb for her. My little submissive is aroused, and the struggle to keep my hunger for her under control is nearly too much to take.
I touch her engorged clit, and she bites her bottom lip as she softly moans and adjusts her hips forward, a silent plea for me to give her more. “You like that, don’t you?”
The tip of her tongue comes out, flicking between her naturally peachy-pink lips. “I do.”
I cease the movement of my fingers and she whimpers, clear indication that my torture is having an effect on her. “Oh please.”
“Please what?” I prod, coaxing her to plead.
“Please don’t stop.”
Emma Lia hasn’t been treating me as her Dom lately, but she’s going to now. “Beg me for it, bebelle. And tell me what you don’t want me to stop.”
“Please touch me.” She tilts her hips upward, causing my fingertips to drag over her clit. But we’re not playing that game. I want to play something entirely different. Every sensation that she feels, I want it to be so intense that it makes her forget the pain she feels when I push my cock into her ass.
I move my hand, depriving her of my touch altogether. “What is it that you want me to touch?”
Her throat bobs when she swallows. “My clit.”
“You know that those two barely whispered words aren’t going to cut it with your Dom.”
She clears her throat. “Please rub my clit, Master,” she says louder.
“Tell me again and this time say my name.”
“Please rub my clit, Tristan. Please.”
“All right, baby.” I touch her again, pushing my fingers into her slick folds to stimulate that sensitive bundle of nerves with light, even strokes. “Like that?”
“Yesss, just like that.” Her breathing becomes faster. “God, Tristan. No one makes me feel like you do. No… one.”
I use the leash to pull her closer. “You can’t come, bebelle.”
“Please don’t say that. I’m almost there.”
“I said that you can’t come, and I meant it.” I take my hand away. “I want you on the bed.”
She walks to the bed and crawls onto it on her all fours. “No. On your back.”
I walk toward her while she moves into position. A sharp gasp escapes her mouth when I grab her ankles and yank her across the bed until her ass is on the edge. After placing her feet on the bedrails, I push her knees apart. Lifting her head from the bed, she looks at me kneeling between her legs. “You’ve deprived my mouth of your pussy for days. I’m in withdrawal, and I need a taste before I can go any further.”
Her head falls back against the mattress when I flatten my tongue and lick her in one long upward sweep. Her pussy is drenched, but I allow saliva to drip out of my mouth so it can run down her crack and be used as extra lubrication when I move on to her other hole.
She lifts her hips from the bed in a rhythmic, rocking motion and pushes her fingers into my hair, tugging hard when I insert my fingers and pump them in and out while I suck her clit.
“Ohhh, Tristan. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed your mouth on me.”
I’ve learned Emma Lia’s body and how it reacts to my touch. She’ll come very soon if I continue. And I have other plans for that orgasm.
I stop licking her pussy and move my fingers from my non-dominant hand through the slick moisture before moving them to that puckered hole.
I rub it slowly in a circular motion, and her body instantly tenses, the hole clenching tightly. “Relax, bebelle. I’m only touching you right now.”
She breathes in through her nose and blows the breath out through pursed lips.
“I’m going to push one finger inside now. It’ll feel strange and new, but it won’t hurt if you relax.”
“All right.”
She clenches her muscle around my finger. Instinct, I’m sure. “Relax, baby. Let the muscle go lax.”
The tight squeeze around my finger releases, and I advance it farther. “That’s my good girl. Keep relaxing.”
I thrust the one finger in and out slowly, and her body gradually begins to rock with the motion of my hand. And I bet that she doesn’t even realize it. “You’re doing so good, baby. I’m going to give you two now.”
A second finger enters and it’s the same reaction. Tense. Relax. Except this time, she does it without being prompted.
I repeat the same procedure, thrusting in and out slowly. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she whispers, as though she might be ashamed for liking something so dirty and taboo.
“I knew that you’d like it.”
As much as I want to continue playing with her, I can no longer wait to fuck that ass.
I remove my fingers and adjust her placement on the edge of the bed; she did quite a bit of squirming while I was eating her pussy.
I reach for the bottle of lube I got out of the kinky cabinet and push her legs back. She begins to tremble when she registers what’s coming next, and it’s in this moment that I really realize how scared she is. And her fear turns me on even more.
I slap her ass and dig my fingers into her flesh. “Fuck, I’ve wanted my cock inside your ass since that very first time that I saw you in my casino. I’ve waited for months, and now it’s finally going to happen.”
I squirt the lubrication directly on the small puckered opening between her ass cheeks, right below her already glistening pussy.
She whimpers when I position the tip of my cock at the entrance of her tight little asshole. “Oh God. This is going to hurt.”
Her fear and hesitation please me in the most twisted way, but it also shows me how much work I have ahead of me in molding her into my perfect submissive.
