by Aven Jayce
“It’s so dark in here,” she whispers. “I can’t see.”
I light a candle, but leave the curtains closed and the lights off. She requests that I speak, but I’m in no mood for conversation. I have other plans.
Two leather cuffs have been fastened around the spindles of the foot of the bed and my belt is lying on my black comforter. She sees the cuffs and knows what to do, bending over and raising her arms to have her wrists securely restrained.
She’s calm and compliant for once.
“Good girl.”
My hand glides across her neck, down her back, and she’s given one quick graze over her clit. Her ass and pussy lift, begging for a good smack. Fuck, this will be fun.
“Please be gentle,” she whispers.
“Not tonight.”
I take a small metal container from my dresser then sit and admire her soft golden skin flickering in the candlelight. I’m going to take my time and, no, I won’t go easy.
“I’m unbuttoning and taking off my shirt so I don’t get cum all over it,” I say calmly, granting her a visual. I toss it next to her and lean back in my chair. “My dick’s hard, Jules, but it’s still confined in my pants. It’s not coming out until you’ve been disciplined.”
She’s still and quiet; her head is bowed and her blonde hair conceals her face.
My finger traces my lips as I imagine crawling underneath her, fingering her pussy, and eating her out. She takes a deep breath, awaiting the belt while my hips rock like they’re thrusting into her. Hell, I can’t help but slide my hand under my pants and touch myself. I love seeing a nude woman strapped to my bed.
“I smell the pot, Mark.”
And I smell her. I can smell every part of her. The fruity shampoo, flowery perfume, berry lip balm, and her sticky wet twat. She’s one hundred percent woman.
“Please don’t forget about me,” she whispers. “Smoke all you want, but remember I’m here, waiting, wanting this as much as you do.”
I shake my head and sigh, taking a second hit before reaching for my belt. Forget about her? Never.
The belt snaps next to her ear, causing her to draw back in a playful attempt to flee.
“Secure yourself,” I demand.
Her feet spread apart and her hands grip the dark mahogany spindles of my footboard. She moans when my leather belt glides down her spine, stopping over her clenched ass.
“Ready, steady,” I whisper, standing next to her with my belt pulled back.
“Ouh!” She wails with a quick rise of her head. “Mark, what the fuck...”
I strike her again and the sound of a powerful smack fills the room.
“Fuck! Not so hard!”
My hand trails her red flesh. Gorgeous. Simply stunning.
“You’re not playing!” she whines.
“Nope.” I crack the belt in the air then take another speedy swing, hitting her ass harder than before.
“Jesus!” she screams. Her confined hands yank at the cuffs.
“Julia, my darling Julia.” I pace behind her, trailing the belt along the ground then forming it into a loop. “Tell me why the fuck you thought it was okay to touch my blade this morning.” My belt touches her flesh and she leans forward in anticipation. “And tell me why you made me look like a fucking fool in front of my family.” I strike again.
“Mark!”
The grin on my face must be as big as my erection. Fuck, I feel mighty.
“Guns are one thing, but fucking with my blades and my authority? Screw you.”
She takes another hit.
“Uh!”
Like me, she won’t back down... she’s not telling me to stop, even with her flesh red and raw. I’m still pissed, but I decide to give her a moment, standing behind her, debating if she’s had enough.
“Why the fuck won’t you apologize?” I ask.
A deep exhale escapes her mouth. There’s a blurry motion, and... shit! Her foot nails me in the nuts. A hard kick and I’m bent over in pain.
“Damn it, Jules.”
That was unexpected.
“Fucker!” she shouts. “Why aren’t you chill when you’re stoned? I said go easy and I meant it. This should be pleasurable and it’s not!”
“Fuck!” I gasp, with my hand over my dick. “What the hell?”
“Yeah, what the hell? I bet my ass looks like it’s on fire.” She kneels in front of the bed, no longer presenting her body for play. “You’re supposed to pleasure me, not beat me.”
“Jules, just fucking say you were wrong and that...”
“No! You’re being a baby! So what if I touched your asinine blade. Get bent!” she yells. “I told you before not to hurt me. This is supposed to be fun.”
“This is fun!”
She turns to me with an open mouth and wide eyes. “Seriously?”
“Fucking back down and give me control!”
She does a double take, same expression, same open mouth and same wide eyes. Same words too. “Seriously?”
“Fuck.” I toss my belt on the bed and rub my chin. “This isn’t happening.” I step to my door and let in the cool mountain air, needing to clear my head.
This is why I should smoke alone. What a dumbass mistake. It’s so much better in private and when it’s used to relax, not to screw. I thought it would keep me from going overboard with the belt, but just the opposite happened. Now I want to hurt, choke, fuck, and beat her ass, only I didn’t expect her to attack back. Everything this woman does is different. My head is a clouded mess.
Her face is red and her hands fidget in the cuffs. She’s fond of the belt, only I was cruel this time and may have ruined my chance of ever using it again. This wasn’t BDSM in any way; it was pure punishment on my part. I had no plans of offering her any form of pleasure. Damn it. Wait... am I backing down? What the fuck? She’s supposed to be begging me to stop. I want an apology. I want control.
“Nothing makes a man weaker than falling in love with a woman,” I whisper. Luckily she doesn’t hear the shit that expels from my mouth.
I try staring her down with crossed arms and a stern look. That doesn’t work. “Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my balls?” I finally say.
But shit, I wish I hadn’t asked. The smile on her face and her laughter in this moment will stay with me forever. She owns me. Fuckin’ A, she owns me.
“Julia Alison Barringer,” she whispers. “Your balls hang on a necklace around my neck. You can have them back once you prove that you’re a man.”
Son of a bitch, I’ve been speared.
My dick’s coming back to life. It went slack for a moment, but now it wants to rip into her. “For fuck’s sake, put your head down, shut the fuck up, and get ready to fuck.”
She smirks and then her face disappears between her raised arms. “That’s a lot of ‘fucks’ in one breath, Mark.”
“Yes, and thanks for giving me an idea.” I reach under my bed, digging through my sex toys, pushing my facemask aside, and grabbing a strap-on. Jules sneaks a peek while I take off my pants and fasten it above my cock. It has a hole underneath that my dick slides through, allowing it to hang out.
Perfect. She’s in for a double cock surprise.
“Whoa.”
“Don’t worry, it’s a little one. I’m not going to initiate your first anal with a nine-incher.”
“Oh, my god.” She puts her head down and exhales. “I’m serious. Be gentle or you’re dead meat.”
I grab a bottle of lube and a condom from my nightstand then kneel behind her, excited that she’s up for this after a harsh ass smacking.
“Did you hear me?”
“I think so... you said you wanted me to fuck you until I have red meat.”
“Jesus, listen to me. My ass is already throbbing, go slow, okay?”
“You listen.” I move her body closer to the bed then press my chest against her flesh. “You need to learn to back down and not be such a warrior all the time. Say stop, and I’ll stop,
but until I hear it, I’m going to fuck you the way I want.”
“You dick.” She tilts her head, persuading me to kiss her neck. “You need to worship your princess.”
“Is that so?” I laugh. “Egotistical, are we?” I put on the condom then spread lube over the silicone cock. “Well, it’s your lucky day. A princess in cuffs about to get fucked in the ass is definitely worth worshipping.”
My dick nudges against her swollen lips. I grip the footboard, pause, and thrust. “Ah,” I whisper in her ear. “That’s one, Jules, one of two.”
“Wait, I’m not sure if... oh... holy hell! That hurts!”
Her head rises as my finger lubes her ass. She’s tight and clenching.
“It hurts more if you do that. Just relax.”
“Easy for you to say... not two, Mark. Ah!”
I slide a second finger in and she’s stuffed - one dick in her pussy and two fingers in her ass. Nice. It’s such a grand feeling to have your ass fucked, something I haven’t experienced in years, but I’m sure she’d be game to return the favor if I asked.
“Here we go.” I position the strap-on over her hole and push the tip inside. Her knuckles turn white as she clutches the spindles of the bed frame and whimpers.
“Breathe,” I whisper, squeezing both my dick and the toy further inside. “Ahh yes,” I groan. “You made it. The first part is the most painful. How does it feel?”
I look down and admire the double penetration. The pressure is intense from my end, so I can only imagine the sensation must be even more extreme for her.
“It’s incredible,” she pants. “I’ll take this as a form of reprimand over the belt any day.”
My cock sinks into her and the toy follows in a parallel motion, tracking each lunge, and rubbing against the top of my dick as it were in the same hole. With every push forward, she moans and says fuck. That’s my plan. Moan and fuck.
For twenty minutes I tease her ass, listen to her heavy breathing, watch her hands tighten into fists as she tries to tolerate the pain, and then graciously massage her clit... waiting, hoping, and finally relieved when she cums.
“Fuck yeah. Beat my cock with your throbbing pussy. I’m in total control now. You’re trapped in my arms, weak and powerless.” I smile and watch my dick sliding into her shuddering body. “Scream while I crowd inside of you. Be loud. Tell me you love this. Speak.”
“I’m cumming, Mark... I’m cumming,” she whispers. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
“That’s right.” I kiss her neck. “Not only do I feel amazing, I am amazing.”
“Don’t stop.”
My hands cling to her tits while we fuck. I feel them bounce with each slam and pinch her nipples when I want her to call out my name.
“Fuck it hurts, but it’s incredible. Move faster. Cum for me!” she yells.
Screw taking this easy.
I seize her hair and pull her head back so her eyes are gazing at my mirrored ceiling. “Watch,” I huff. My dick and the toy nail her hard and her engorged tits swing. “You’re mine... watch... watch me... you have no control... no power... I own you... I... fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I speed up, tightening my ass and clenching my abs. “Fuck, Jules, fuck.”
I look up so she can see my face. “Open fire,” I say in a gnarled voice. Shit, it feels good... every shot, every last drop.
“Damn.” I fall forward, gripping the footboard. “That was beastly.”
Her head rests on her arms, waiting to be uncuffed. I slide out and hear a gasp, as her pussy and ass are free.
“That release of pressure is fabulous, isn’t it?” I pant.
“All of it was fabulous, even the belt,” she mumbles toward the floor.
“Really? So you were fucking with me, trying to be all badass while I hit you?”
“I was and I won.”
I unfasten the cuffs and she collapses to the floor with a massive smile plastered across her face.
“Indeed, you won, beautiful. Get dressed or we’re gonna be late for dinner.”
“No downtime?” she whispers.
“No.”
“Mark?”
“Hmm?”
“Fucking kiss me, you bastard.”
“Now? Why. We just finished. It’s not like I can get it up again.”
“God, you suck.” She stands and rubs her wrists, watching me put on a black dress shirt and a dark grey sport jacket. “What dinner?”
“My sister invited us over. But don’t expect anything tasty, she can’t cook.”
“I thought Cove was pissed at you this morning?”
“Are you kidding? That was nothing. The guy loves me. Don’t let his snarling remarks and pissy attitude fool you.”
She rolls her eyes, holds her ass, and starts to walk away, only to be surrounded in my arms a moment later. “Wait, I have a question.”
“What?”
“You’re always fucking with my head.”
It’s true. She makes me second-guess everything. I feel like a fool when she’s around.
“That’s not a question.”
“I know. Look... I want to know how a man like Roland can hurt a woman like you? If I did anything like that you’d cut off my dick.”
I graze her cheek and she looks past me then leans into my hand for comfort, kissing my thumb and then the palm of my hand. She knows full well that I killed him. There’s no doubt in my mind now. She knows.
“I was weak once in my life, but never again. If this was our first time together, and you held me down and was forcing me to do something I didn’t enjoy, or I said no and you wouldn’t stop, then we’d have a big problem.”
“I’d have a big problem,” I whisper.
She nods. “After Roland, I knew I’d never let that happen again. You waited a long time to fuck me and along the way, if I ever told you to stop, you did. I trust you. And I let you play with your toys because I enjoy them too... besides, I really like you. That makes a huge difference. I never developed any feelings for Roland.” Her eyes return to mine and then her soft fingers touch the bump on my head. “Don’t get hurt, Mark, okay? Don’t do anything stupid for me. Let the past be what it is and forget about all the brutes.”
My fingers are under her chin, lifting her head so her lips can have the kiss they deserve. Our eyes close when we touch and a delightful, erotically sensual sigh flows through the air. My tongue coils around hers, turning, twisting, and sliding in and out. Next time I’ll remember to kiss her during our fuck.
The strap-on sticks out from under my shirt, the used condom hangs off my shrunken dick, and my fingers skim across her flat stomach. Never in my life have I paid this much attention to a woman.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“What? Where the hell did that come from?” I’m taken aback by her words.
“I’m serious. I promise to behave in front of your family and I won’t touch your switchblade.”
“No shit?”
“No shit, Mark.” She grins. “Now, I better get dressed if we’re going out.”
“Wait,” I pull her back, “sleep here tonight. Stay in my bed, next to me. Will you do that? Maybe we can fuck again, or at least I can get you off, or, I don’t know, we could talk, maybe... no, I hate talking. Forget I said that. But stay.”
“Shh.” Her finger presses against my lips. “I love it that you need me... this is good,” she says.
I kiss her again, exhaling a powerfully defeated breath.
This most definitely, is not good.
GIFT
“What’s in the box?” Julia asks as we walk through the corridor toward my second suite where Cove and Sophia are waiting. We’re late. It’s ten past seven. But at least the time was well spent. Jules looks absolutely stunning. I watched her slip into a short black dress, a snug fit, so tight that she left her underwear behind, expressing her disdain for panty lines. But, I bet it’s really because she has a sore ass.
Her hair is pulled back in a bun, she’s
in her usual black heels, and her makeup has the appearance of perfection - plum colored lipstick, black mascara, and a gold eye shadow. She’s way overdressed for my family, but I’ll take this look any day to a woman in jeans and a t-shirt. I’m never been a fan of the casual look, it reminds me too much of my mother.
“The box is a surprise for Cove,” I respond.
My sister’s loud voice stops my hand in mid-air, right before I’m about to knock, then I hear my brother-in-law’s usual disrespectful words as I wait and listen.
“I don’t want that fuck to come over here. I can’t believe you’re not listening to me!”
“Cove, he’s the only family I have. We’re here for two more days; can you try to be civil, at least for one night? He helped us out a great deal. We’re safe and he didn’t even charge us.”
“Ha! Are you listening to yourself? Jesus Christ, Soph. What, like a contract killing? You think he...”
“Stop it! And watch your language. This is total crap. And no, I didn’t mean charge us to take care of Dayne, I meant for the suite.”
“Fuck, I hate him.”
“Hate’s such a strong word and I don’t want you to use it with the boys around.”
Jules whispers that maybe we should come back later, but I shake my head and knock.
“He loves me,” I say under my breath.
The door opens and my sister smiles while Cove’s in the background mixing a drink. He turns around and raises a glass to us then walks over to the dining room table, probably wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible.
“You’re late,” Sophia says. “Hi Jules, you look pretty.”
“Thanks, you too.”
We walk inside and I see two room service carts in the kitchen area. Good. She didn’t cook.
“Thanks for the invite, even though the dinner is from my own restaurant.”
“I wanted to make sure you didn’t complain about the food,” she laughs. “If you don’t like it, then it’s your problem, not mine. I take no responsibility if you don’t enjoy the meal.”
“I thought this space was used for storage. I didn’t know it was another suite,” Jules says. “It’s the same layout as yours too, only brighter.”
My sister has the blinds open, something she hasn’t been able to do in weeks since I’d insisted they keep the rooms dark. But this evening, as the sun sets, the remaining rays of the day dance around us.
