Ben pulls me into the dimly lit room where the first thing I eye is a large black St. Andrews cross to the far right of the room and a padded spanking horse. In the middle of the room is a massive black four poster bed with blood red sheets and karabiners dangling from it. Alongside the bed is a selection of whips, paddles, and riding crops.
My sex clenches and arousal pools between my legs. I have walked into my own erotic fantasy come true. Other men I’ve dated have given me a pseudo kind of pleasure where bondage and dominance is concerned. They played at it but were never…it. Jared was the only man who lived it, who made me feel his consuming power; the only man that truly loved me with it. I may have found it again…
I let go of Ben and walk to the implements of punishment and run my trembling hands over them.
“Do you like it in here?” he asks, his eyes dark and licentious.
“Yes,” I breathe; my voice now hoarse with need.
Ben circles me, tracing his fingers lightly up my arms, sending delicious shivers through me. Pressing his body to mine, I feel him harden.
“Bed. Now,” he rumbles, the effect rippling through my body with a thousand volts of desire. Fuck.
I climb onto the bed slowly, my nerves getting the best of me. I want him so much that I ache. Goosebumps mark my body like a tattoo and my heart thumps against my chest, wanting to break free.
“Face down, knees propped, arms spread,” he commands as I watch him undressing.
Something about his orders, his voice as he commands me, sets my body on fire and I do as he tells me, eagerly anticipating what comes next.
Ben grasps my legs together then I feel rope at the ankles. He binds them together and I watch as he secures the rope to either post at the bottom of the bed. He then reaches to the left of the bed and produces a handcuff secured to a karabiner then closes the cuff to my wrist. He does the same to the other hand.
“Are you comfortable?” he asks, his voice sinking deep into my veins.
I can’t move. My ass, gloriously propped up, is open and exposed for the taking. My pussy throbs unrelentingly and I yearn for him to be deep inside me. I moan as my body helplessly struggles against the restraints, enjoying the feeling of being bound and at his mercy. I’m bubbling over with desire and I feel like I can already explode.
The riding crop falls hard and stinging on my ass and I cry out from the shock of it.
“Answer me, Sullivan,” he commands.
“Yes, yes!” I answer breathily, writhing against my binds.
My body is on fire for him, and the sweet sting of the crop sings through my limbs. As the sting tingles through my body and dulls, I embrace the pleasure it brings. He swats me again, the bite registering deep in my loins. Then his mouth is on my dripping core, lapping at the evidence of my desire.
He flicks the crop over my ass again and I whimper when it grazes my swollen sex. Ben flutters gentle kisses over my tingling rear, the stings ebbing away into pleasure. I am going crazy with need as I wish he would fuck me; but if I have learned anything about him, it is that he is into delayed gratification. So I take the pleasure he is giving me with relish.
Ben swats me again, doling out decadent punishment with every bite of the crop.
“Ah! Oh, God,” I cry out breathlessly.
I writhe in ecstasy, loving the sting of pain I feel. I hear him groan as he swats me harder and harder. I’d give anything to see his face. The flush coloring it as he restrains himself from fucking me and the rigid, unyielding power of his throbbing cock begging to be lost deep within my deepest depths, would be a sight to behold.
It is an arousing thought, stirring my libido the more. I absorb each blow, knowing by now that my ass is rosy.
“You look so fucking delectable with my marks all over your ass like this,” he grumbles, stroking my ass.
“What is this?” he asks rubbing a finger between my folds and feeling the wetness of my arousal. “Is this turning you on, my wicked girl?”
I groan and press backward at the urgency of his fingers.
Ben swats me hard and I feel like I could explode. “Answer me,” he demands. “Are you turned on?”
“Yes,” I blow out, my voice dripping with carnality.
“Listen to you. You want my cock inside you, don’t you?” He lands an even harsher blow to my ass. “Do you want me to finger you while I punish this sweet ass of yours?”
“Yes…please,” I beg.
Ben eases his finger in and out of me, slapping my behind in succession. I know I must feel sore, but the pleasure I feel dulls any pain. He speeds up the jerking of his finger and I am almost there. Swatting me harder, he withdraws his finger and I am left dangling on the edge. I scream, wishing he didn’t stop. My core quivers and dips, thumping heavily with unsatisfied desire.
Ben leans forward and kisses my smarting behind, his lips providing a cooling sensation that takes the sting off. Slowly, I come down from the edge. But no sooner had I come down, than Ben thrusts one then two fingers inside me.
“God!” I scream out in a sexual rush.
He hammers his fingers into me building my orgasm once again. I reel in the feel of his fingers and I thrash my head against the bed awkwardly. I am almost there when he pulls out of me again and smacks me hard on my ass. This time, tears prick my eyes. That blow hurt like a bitch.
Ben frees my hands and I rub at them, eyeing the bruises they’d already formed. He also unties my legs, laying me flat on my stomach. He rounds me and his erection eyes me from where he stands. It twitches and I know it wants me. He wants me.
“Suck,” he orders, and I can’t do it any quicker.
Propping up on my knees, I tilt my head forward to receive him. As soon as I approach, he grips my head and thrusts me to it. I slurp him greedily, appreciatively, longingly. He lets out a hiss as he slowly grinds himself deeper into my mouth. Swirling my tongue along his rigid length, I groan in satisfaction which in turn makes him flinch and groan.
“That felt so good. Take me deeper.”
I breathe out and then I swallow him to the back of my throat. He stills.
“Look at that. You are so beautiful taking my cock like that.” He runs a hand down my cheek then withdraws.
I stop him from withdrawing completely, clasping his cock and sucking on the tip. I twirl my tongue around the head then lock my lips tightly over him, sucking hard. He rewards me with a splash of pre-cum that whets my senses and drives me to want to make him come.
Sliding to the ground, I crouch as I press my hands on his tight ass and urge him deeper. I lap him, sucking earnestly, making gurgling noises as his dick hits the back of my throat. I pull him out of my mouth and, hoping I am not making a mistake, I lift his cock and swat his tight balls lightly. He groans and grabs on to the post so as not to fall. I smile wickedly at him. I’m good at this and I know it.
I gather his balls into my mouth and wet them. Then I suck on one sack then the other, rewarding my ears with his light whimpers. Sliding him slowly back into my mouth, I can feel his hips thrusting forward. I look up to see his lips parted and feel him grind inside my mouth. It’s time to make him come.
I grab onto his cock and I start jerking it firmly while sucking him harder and harder.
“If you keep this up I’m going to come, Sullivan,” he warns.
I pay no attention to him as I suck harder with even greater urgency.
“Fuck, where do you want it?” he asks gruffly, pulling from my mouth momentarily.
“My mouth,” I manage to say before he shoves himself back between my lips.
Sucking my cheeks in, I fellate him faster and faster, sheathing my teeth. My lips are tender, swollen even, as my teeth clamp down on them, but I don’t care. I am going to make my man come.
I clamp down tighter on his erection with my lips, sucking hard. Ben pumps his hips forward, gathering my hair into his hands. With one final thrust, he stills, gripping my hair tightly.
A spurt of warm liq
uid touches the back of my throat and I grunt, swallowing quickly.
“Ah, fuck!” he hisses as he rocks his hips. His cock jerks inside my mouth as pools of come fill it and spill down my chin.
He finally eases out of me and I open my mouth to show him all he had given me. And with one big gulp, I swallow it down.
“All gone,” I say as though I’d just performed a magic trick.
“Get up there,” Ben growls, picking me up and tossing me onto the bed as if I weigh nothing.
His cock is still throbbing and hard. I thought he’d have been softening.
He tugs me closer to the edge of the bed and flips me over so that I am on all fours. Pushing my legs wider apart, he thrusts deeply into me with no preamble whatsoever. My back arches as I take every inch of him inside me with a shrill cry.
Pounding into me, Ben whimpers as I clench around him. He hits inside me with blunt force, arousing my sweet spot. My pussy starts squishing, signaling that I have reached the point of no return.
Ben slams into me with more resolve and just before I hit the heady peak of my climax, Ben stills, emitting the evidence of his own pleasure as he comes inside me. Tears course down my face as I try to ride him to get my own climax that he is so selfishly withholding from me.
“You…bastard,” I whisper, grinding against him. But there is no friction to be had as he withdraws from my needy sex. “Damn it, Ben!”
My center aches and pulses, needing to feel relief. My body burns, unsatisfied. I claw at him, trying to get hold of him so I can ride him, but he steps further away from me, his eyes glittering with mirth.
Frustrated, I leap from the bed and search in the armoire I’d spotted. The first draw I check houses exactly what I am searching for. I grab the biggest vibrator I can find and I click it on, thankful when it whirs to life.
I lower it to my aching core, about to thrust it in, when strong hands restrain me. Fighting against his firm hold, I try to break free. I need to come. I need the release. He can’t do this to me. He just can’t!
“Ben, please,” I beg.
Ben shakes the vibrator from my hand, letting it fall to the floor. He steadies me in his grip, hoisting me in the air with his arm around my waist and depositing me on the bed. He hovers over me and the penetrative force I see in his dark green eyes quiets me.
But I must know. I must.
“Why didn’t you make me come?” I ask, tears coursing down my face.
“Because that’s how I want you,” he speaks, his voice low, licentious and promising. He has more to give and God knows I want it all.
“You want me frustrated?” I ask, my voice soft and reluctant.
“Yes,” he whispers, trailing kissing along the lines of my tears. “Yes, my sweet girl.”
I pound hard on his chest and he grunts, taking every blow. Before I know it, I am in his arms and he is carrying me out of his Fulfillment Room.
“First we shower. Then we eat,” he whispers in my hair.
I am still crying when he takes me to the shower and we shower together. He coos soothing words in my ear, running his hand over my cooling ass. His every touch is gentle, careful, affectionate and attentive. Emotion threatens to reduce me to a crying mess at the way he is touching me, staring at me, taking care of me. I have never had this. I’ve never felt so…cared for before.
By the time he turns the shower off, I feel like a new woman; a cherished woman. I start drying off but Ben grabs the towel from me, offering to do the honors. How sweet, I think, pleasantly…until he starts. I am a fuming mess as he towels me off. The slightest touch sending delicious signals to my beating core. I wish he would forget about dinner and eat me instead. He is enjoying this way too much.
I push away from him sulkily and I rummage in my oversized bag for my pajama bottoms.
“No, no. My girl deserves to be wrapped in silk or nothing at all,” he says holding up a knee-length silk dress with black lace covering where cleavage would be. “I bought it for you on my way home.”
I narrow my eyes at him and grab the item from his hands. Slipping into it, I feel the sensuous caress of the material, setting my body alight once more. Lord Jesus, I need him.
I slip on the red lace panties he had wanted me to wear before and I catch him eyeing me desirously.
“I don’t know why you’re torturing both of us, you know?” I say, ogling his growing erection.
Ben flushes, looking away, and I smile knowing that I’d just made him blush. Are men supposed to even blush?
When he’s dressed in nothing but black silk pajama bottoms, we make our way to the kitchen. Turning the stove on under our dinner, I let it warm while I get our plates.
“Do you want to eat outside?” he asks.
“Outside?”
“Yes. There is one place I haven’t shown you yet. I wanted it to be for your eyes only,” he tells me.
“Okay.” Excitement bursts me open and a happy grin colors my features.
Ben disappears but returns soon after with two fluffy seating blankets and Afghans and gives them to me. He pulls out two covered heating trays and dishes the food in. He then puts the plates and forks in a picnic basket as well as two wine glasses. Handing the basket to me, he reaches inside the fridge and extricates a chilled bottle of Perrier-Jouët, also handing it to me.
He places the trays atop each other, opens, and then strolls out the door that leads outside. I follow, balancing the items in my hands. We walk along the stone walkway, passing the courts. Ben pushes a wooden gate which opens to a vast green area and I wonder if we should have worn shoes.
My eyes brighten with wonder as I see the Schuylkill River in the distance and the beauty of the lit boathouses. It is all so magical. I gasp at the view in front of me and hold my breath. It is all I can do not to burst into tears. Probably I am still feeling some level of sub-drop, some kind of after-effect of earlier, as my eyes begin to water, but this is so over-the-top. A grand gesture, indeed.
“This way,” he directs me to the left of the grounds where there is a canopy and seating area. We ascend the few stairs and rest the items on the large wooden table.
“Come,” he beckons, reaching for my hand. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asks when I grace his arms, my back to his front.
“Yes,” I breathe, utterly blown away. “I love it.”
“I’m glad you do.” He caresses my arms up and down as he holds me in his warm embrace.
There is nowhere else I would rather be right now. I would never give up this feeling for anything. I am at peace. Content. I feel cherished by this powerful man, completely taken over by him. Sigh.
I love him.
“Are you still upset with me?” he asks timidly, noticing my silence.
“No. No, I’m not.” I turn in his arms and press a soft, adoring kiss to his lips. How could I be?
CHAPTER 21
The next morning passes in a blur. I don’t know how I got through it. I don’t even remember much of what I did before I got to First Steps. Thankfully, I have no counseling sessions to do today. I try to do some work on my research paper, but find myself distracted. Memories of last night and this morning with Ben, making me flush with desire all over again.
My ass is still a little sore and I remember my punishment every time I sit down and every time I get up. I remember how forceful he was and then how tender he was afterward. I remember last night and the wonderful night we spent outdoors. I remember how he brought me to the brink and left me dangling, again; promising that he will take care of me today. Heat pools between my legs and an ache starts deep in my core that I fail to stave off with squeezing my legs together. Holy shit!
So, this is delayed gratification…
I text him, my clit pulsing with remembered bliss and desperate anticipation.
I love your mark on me. It turns me on just remembering how it got there.
He responds almost immediately:
I haven’t been able to concentrate all day, m
y sweet girl. I want to see my mark on you.
I crinkle my nose, confused by what he is demanding. Then, it strikes me. I understand perfectly.
Cautiously rising from my desk, I hurry to the ladies’ room, locking the door behind me. Don’t need anyone bursting in while I do this very naughty thing.
I check the stalls to make sure no one is around; then, lifting my black pencil skirt above my rosy behind, I snap a close up shot of my ass, with all its red markings, through the large bathroom mirrors. A thrill of excitement runs through me and I giggle with mischief, righting my clothes and exiting the bathroom.
Settling back into my office chair, I forward the picture along with a text:
I love the way you mark me. ;)
Shortly afterwards, I get a series of texts.
Fuck!
Sullivan
God!
I need to be inside you.
I smile, a rush of pleasure surging through me when I text back:
Good things come to those who wait.
I am disappointed when he doesn’t respond. Maybe he has plenty of work to finish and I am distracting him from it. Unhappily, I continue working on my research paper.
Half an hour later, there is a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I bid, without looking up. I rub the back of my neck as tingles shoot up my spine and my hairs stand. I turned off the air conditioning didn’t I?
“Miss Beal?” Caroline, the receptionist, says, poking her head inside. Her face is flushing crimson.
Caroline is a year older than I am. She has long, golden blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes to go with it. She is petite and lacks the curves that I possess. She is not the type of woman I would normally be attracted to, but somehow I am.
“Is everything alright, Caroline?” I ask, my tone one of professionalism, batting my unbridled thoughts back.
“Y-yes,” she stutters. Why is she so nervous? “There’s…there’s a Mr. Ben Hayes here to see you.” Ah.
That’s why she is so flustered. That’s why my body is tingling the way it is. It is aware of his proximity; always attuned to him. This man, possessive and controlled, has possessed me and has my body under control. I should be scared, but…
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