by Ashe Barker
I nod. Both suggestions seem completely appropriate just now. “Fine. Help yourself. Take as much time as you need. I’ll see you in the dungeon when you’re ready. And bring your butt plugs with you.”
With that he rolls from the bed, agile, fluid. He casually drops the towel when he’s only halfway to his chest of drawers, and my eyes are riveted to the fine sight of his muscled buttocks as he bends slightly to open the top drawer. He pulls out a pair of faded blue jeans before turning to face me, treating me to a fabulous view of his rapidly hardening thick penis and magnificent balls. He’s large, huge even, and despite the promise of dummy runs with the butt plugs, I have no illusions that it will be anything other than a tight fit. Very tight.
“You’re staring, Miss Stone. Problem?” His tone is slightly mocking, but it gentles as he catches sight of my worried expression.
He walks slowly back to the bed, and at no stage do I manage to lift my gaze higher than his waist. He stops, standing beside the bed, and reaches for my chin. Using just two fingers he tilts my face upwards, raising my eyes to his.
“Do you trust me, Freya?” His voice is soft, the question a familiar one by now.
I nod, no hesitation.
“Good. That’s all that matters really. It’s fine to be nervous, worried about doing something new, something strange. Something scary and challenging perhaps, physically or emotionally. But you never need to be afraid of me. Or of anything that might happen to you here. I know what I’m doing, and I won’t hurt you by accident. And I’ll never do anything to you without your consent. You do believe that, don’t you? Because that’s what trust is. And a submissive, even just a trainee, needs to be able to trust her Dom.”
I wait for just a moment, just long enough that he knows I’ve considered his words. Then I nod, just once, and sign my reply. “I do know that. And I do trust you.” Then, as an afterthought, “Thank you for being kind to me, Sir.”
He frowns slightly at that final remark then tilts his head at me. “You’re welcome, girl. I’ll see you in the dungeon then. With your toys.” And with that he turns, steps into his jeans, commando-style, and pulls them on. He leaves me alone to prepare myself, the door clicking softly shut behind him.
Chapter Four
It’s over an hour later when I slip into the dungeon, nude apart from my wristbands and chain. I took my time in the shower, and when I came back into the bedroom there was no sign of him. But he’d been back and left a mug of steaming coffee for me and a plate of wholemeal toast. I sat cross-legged on the bed, enjoying my breakfast before drying my hair. At last, though, I was ready and I could sense that it was time.
There’s no sign of Nick in the dungeon when I arrive, but I spot two small glass bottles and a shallow porcelain bowl on a low table at the edge of the cushioned fuck-floor. Clutching my butt plugs, the two smaller ones in my right hand and the largest in my left, I move over to the table to have a look at whatever Nick Hardisty has left there for me. As I walk across the cool hardwood floor my bare feet pad silently, and I shiver even though the house is pleasantly warm. It’s the middle of summer and not cold outside, but I suspect Nick has turned on the central heating, probably for my benefit as I’ll be naked until further notice. He may be stern and demanding, but he looks out for my comfort.
I place the butt plugs carefully on the table and pick up one of the bottles. It’s quite small and round, bulbous in shape. There’s no label. I shake it gently, and a semi-viscous liquid sloshes about inside. It’s oil, which I presume is Nick Hardisty’s preferred form of lubricant for coaxing his way into inexperienced, tight little arses. Like mine. I unscrew the top and lift it to my nose. I sniff it cautiously. The scent is slightly spicy, I think it’s cinnamon. Quite pleasant. I replace the cap and try the other one. This second bottle has a sweeter aroma, and I’m not sure I can place it. I try again.
“Vanilla. Possibly a strange choice, considering, but I like it.”
I whirl around, startled. I never heard him come in. His smile is warm, sexy, as he takes his time running his gaze up and down my body. He’s still wearing just his jeans, zipped but unbuttoned, and his sculpted torso is a fine sight too. He looks at me, taking in every detail, only fair given the way I ogled him earlier—making a circling motion with his finger to indicate that I should twirl around. I do, showing him my back, and he comes soundlessly up behind me. The bottle of vanilla oil is still in my hands as he trails his fingers down my spine, stopping only when he reaches the start of the valley between my buttocks.
His breath feathers across my neck as he lifts my hair to drop a kiss on that space behind my ear. He leans in close. “Christ, you’re lovely. So small, fragile, you look as though you’d be so easy to break. You won’t break, though, because I intend to be very, very careful with you, my sweet little sub. Are you ready to try this, then?”
I turn my head to catch his gaze and nod. He smiles briefly, leaning around to kiss me again, this time on the mouth.
“Which scent do you prefer?”
I think for a moment then pass him the vanilla bottle.
“Good choice. Now, there are a few ways we can do this, and we’ll be trying most of them over the next few days. I do like to provide a broad-based educational experience for my students.” His grin is light now, teasing, and despite my nerves I smile back. “But let’s start by playing nice. Lie on the floor please. Face down.” He gestures me toward the cushioned fuck-floor.
I step onto it, sinking to my knees in the deeply padded surface.
“Would you like a pillow?”
I glance up at him and nod, gesturing “Thank you, Sir.”
Nick places the vanilla oil next to my butt plugs on the low table then steps round and past me to pick up three or four pillows from a pile in the corner. He passes one to me, keeping an armful for himself. “Make yourself comfortable then lift up your bum so I can slip these underneath.”
Ah, right. Makes sense. I do as he’s asked me, taking a few seconds to arrange the pillow under my cheek as I lie facing Nick who is kneeling alongside me. He smiles at me and gestures with his hand that I should lift my hips up for him to arrange a pile of pillows under my abdomen, raising my bottom for ease of access. He’s quick and efficient, and I’m soon positioned just to his liking. He taps my bottom playfully before turning to the low table. He pours a small amount of the vanilla oil into the bowl then drops the red butt plug into it. He rolls the plug around, obviously making sure it’s well coated in the slick oil, ready for me. Satisfied, he places the bowl, the plug still lying in it, back on the table. He pulls the table closer, right to the edge of the cushioned area of floor, just behind me. Shifting to a position just next to my right hip, where I can easily see him, he reaches back to coat the tip of his right middle finger in oil. He casts a last, reassuring glance at me, winks, then switches his attention to my bottom.
He gently parts my buttocks with the fingers of his left hand. Then he waits a few seconds, obviously taking his time over looking at my intimately exposed tight little opening, before he lightly smears a trail of slick oil around the entrance. He makes no attempt to penetrate me at this stage. Instead, he leans back to reload his middle finger with more oil.
“You’re very tense, girl. Very tight. That’s fine, though, but just try to relax. We’ll take as much time as we need.” As he murmurs to me, he’s trailing more oil around my anus, and this time he does press very lightly against the sphincter. Not demanding entry, not yet. Just knocking at the door, testing his welcome. This seems much more difficult than the episode on the bonnet of my car beside Wastwater, maybe because I know for sure where it’s leading this time. This time he intends to fuck my untried, inexperienced arse, and despite my determination not to disappoint my trainer it’s not a prospect I’m exactly relishing.
“How are you doing so far?” He’s continuing to spread oil around my anus, gently probing the sphincter but still making no attempt to press for entry. He continues, his voice coaxing
, reassuring me. “You can feel everything I’m doing to you now, and I know it’s strange at first. But I won’t hurt you. This is as much about emotional surrender as it is physical. Once your head accepts what I’m doing to you, your body will have no problem with it at all. You know that, don’t you?” He circles my arse with his fingertip, his touch light, soothing. Unthreatening.
Incredibly, I start to relax and my eyelids drop. He’s right, this is all about getting beyond my feelings of humiliation, my nervousness about what’s about to happen. And now that I’m well on that journey this is really rather nice…
His voice is low, calming, as he murmurs encouragement to me, “You’re doing really well, starting to open up, ready to let me in.”
The tip of his finger slips past the sphincter, just inside my entrance now. Still he doesn’t push, just runs his fingertip around the inside edge. I feel myself wanting to push back against his hand, seeking instinctively to increase the pressure.
He knows and responds by easing just slightly farther inside. “Does that feel good, little sub?”
I nod, just slightly, but he gets it. He knows.
“Your body’s so sensitive, so aware of everything I’m doing to you. I love that you’re so responsive.” While he’s whispering his approval he’s gently using his left hand to reposition my legs, bending my knees to bring me into a kneeling position, raising my bum still farther. He increases the pressure, and my body suddenly relinquishes all attempts at resistance. His finger slips easily, deeply into me. I sigh, grateful, satisfied. He withdraws his finger, right back to the tip, before sliding it smoothly back into me. I shiver, delighted. God, that feels wonderful. Quite, quite fabulous. Better than at Wastwater.
He snakes his left hand around and under me and parts my lips with his fingers to reach my swollen clit. He rubs, hard and fast, and I start to come, the pressure in my arse adding a new, delicious twist to the sensuality of the moment as he thrusts swiftly. I feel the waves of pleasure rocking me, my pussy clenching and squeezing as he continues to caress and probe. I sigh, frustrated, as he withdraws his finger completely from me, only to gasp and clutch the pillow under my head as the cool, smooth hardness of the butt plug replaces it. Unresisting, my arse accepts the intrusion, welcomes it even, as the sphincter closes around the plug to hold it snugly inside.
As the last tremors of orgasm undulate through me and down into the soft cushions underneath me, I stretch out my legs contentedly. The plug feels hard inside me—I’m intensely aware of it there, but it’s fine. It feels odd definitely, but sort of good. Stretched out alongside me Nick pushes me gently over to lie on my back, leaning across me to place his mouth over mine. His kiss is deep and intimate, his tongue probing my mouth just as his careful, skilled finger cajoled its way into my arse moments earlier. My fingers are in his hair, the thick, soft strands falling across the backs of my hands as I cling to him, kissing him back enthusiastically. He rolls to his back and I climb on top of him, me the aggressor now as I straddle his waist. I’m so turned on, my body humming. I’m desperate to feel him inside me. I lower my hands, now fumbling to unzip his jeans as we writhe together in the downy softness. He breaks the kiss to grin up at me, lifting his hips to ease his jeans down and release his hard, solid erection into my eager hands. I grip it, closing the fingers of my left hand around the shaft as I glide my right thumb across the head, spreading the salty liquid already dripping from the slit in the end. I glance down, admiring my handiwork for a few moments, before easing forward to position him at my entrance.
“You seem eager. I’m guessing you’re enjoying yourself?”
His sexy smile looks wonderful to me, and I nod happily before framing his face with my hands and leaning down to kiss him again. He kisses me back, his tongue once more tasting and exploring, his palms caressing my upturned bottom as I prepare myself to sink onto his length. He guides me, helping me to slip the massive head of his cock between the lips of my pussy before I slide smoothly downwards.
The sensation is exquisite, and I sit up, breaking the kiss roughly as other, more urgent sensations overwhelm me. He makes no protest, allowing me to set the pace and ride him just as I like. He helps me by returning my thrusts, jerking his body upwards to meet mine, increasing the friction delightfully. He reaches up to cup and shape my breasts, his fingers closing around my nipples as he squeezes, gently at first, then sharply. He pinches and tugs, twisting the tender peaks just enough to hurt, and I arch into his hands. I’m acutely aware of the new, exciting sensation of inner tension, total fullness as both my pussy and my anus are stretched. I squeeze my inner muscles around him, loving the feeling of him deep inside me, filling me to the hilt. And the butt plug too, pressing against the walls of my anus and intensifying the sensations filling my pussy.
My orgasm is fast and powerful, gripping me and causing my body to throb and pulsate. I lose the rhythm, but he picks it up seamlessly, taking over the motion as I fall forward to rest on his chest. He thrusts once, twice more and my senses are totally scrambled. I’m falling, spinning weightlessly, but still I hear his muffled “Holy Fuck,” and feel the liquid warmth of his semen filling me as he climaxes moments later. He grips my hips hard, relentlessly holding me in place as he empties deep inside me, before gliding up to caress my naked back.
A few seconds pass, and I concentrate on breathing, acutely aware of my heart rate slowly returning to normal. My hand is on his chest, pressed between our bodies, and I can feel the thump of his heart, also fast but settling now. I smile to myself, pleased that I can affect him as much as he seems to stir me.
“Well, girl, I was about to suggest we work on your oral skills to pass the time, but I guess that can wait. Hell, Freya, I’d have rammed a plug into your arse a lot sooner if I’d known that was the reaction I’d get.” His tone is light, teasing, his hands smoothing my shoulders as I lie on top of him, lost in the moment still. I wriggle in response, gyrate my hips, aware that he’s still inside me. His palm comes down on my right buttock, hard enough to sting. I love it.
“Stop that, greedy girl. I’ll fuck you again, when I’m ready.”
That sounds like a promise to me, so I settle down to nuzzle against his chest and wait.
* * * *
“Are you asleep, Miss Stone?” The low, sexy voice rumbles in my ear as Nick Hardisty’s long fingers trail up and down my spine.
I’m not asleep, and I rub my chin on his chest to tell him that, but I am wonderfully relaxed. God, I feel so good. I can almost hear the smile in his tone as his fingers trail down to my bottom, parting my buttocks suggestively. I squeeze my inner muscles around his softening cock and I’m gratified to feel it twitch deep inside me. Clearly it would not take much to rekindle his interest.
“Feeling frisky, Miss Stone? Good. Because we’ve got work to do, girl. Time to try out your pretty little yellow butt plug, don’t you think?”
Ah, yes, probably. And quite a nice prospect, I now think.
“I’ll take this one out for you, so you can get used to how it feels. The next one, you remove. Okay?”
I frown to myself, not sure I like that prospect much. Somehow passive acceptance seems much easier, but I guess that’s the point. I’m fast coming to appreciate that this is about willing participation, and about me giving my total consent. So I nod, my face still pressed against his chest.
His hands at my waist Nick gently lifts me from him, disengaging from me. He places me face down alongside him on the floor and rolls to his side to run his palms possessively down my back.
“Bend your knees please, and push your bum up in the air. This is all about you making sure I can get a real good look at you. Understood?”
Again I nod, then wriggle my knees under me to shove my bottom up helpfully. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, determined to suppress any lingering embarrassment.
“Reach back with your hands, pull your buttocks apart to give me a good view. Show me your arse, girl.” Nick Hardisty’s intuitive antenn
ae are on turbo-charged setting, though, and he knows exactly what’s happening in my head. And what to do about it. His Dom tone brooks no argument, and I comply immediately. My fingers pressed into the flesh of my butt cheeks I open myself to his gaze, holding the position while he explores me with his deft fingers. There’s a slight shift deep inside me, and a small tugging sensation as he takes the length of silicone that must be protruding from my arse and pulls on it gently. He doesn’t remove the plug, though. Not yet.
“Give me your fingers, Freya.” I’m still clutching my butt cheeks. He takes the fingers of my left hand in his and slides them inwards a couple of inches, positioning them around the silicone strip with a slightly bulging end. “Next time, when it’s your turn, you’ll take hold of the finger grip like this, and pull. You’ll do it nice and slow, and it won’t hurt. Shall I show you?”
Again I nod, gratefully relinquishing the silicone back into his experienced hands. And I gasp as he draws the plug slowly from my body to toss it on the floor behind us.
“It’s your job to clean those. Later. Now, more oil I think. Still happy with vanilla?”
Another brief nod from me is followed by the slick probing of oil-covered fingers as they slip easily through the now loosened sphincter. Two fingers at least, then three, as he works the lubricant deep inside. I turn my head to watch him, and he glances back at me, smiling as he plunges his fingers deep into my anus.
“Looking good, Miss Stone. Ready for yellow, I’d say. Do you agree?” His fingers are still deep in me as he turns to look at me, obviously expecting a response of some sort.
More nodding from me, and I realize I’m actually enjoying this. Really, truly enjoying it. He’s gentle, kind, considerate, and he can fuck me again any time he likes…
He reaches for the yellow plug and drops it into the bowl of oil, then rolls it around as he had the red one before it. His fingers are still inserted firmly in my arse, and he’s showing no sign of being ready to remove them. He picks up the yellow plug, now dripping with oil, glances back at me and winks. Then he withdraws his fingers swiftly and pushes the head of the butt plug through the unresisting, wide open sphincter. Despite the lube and his diligent preparation, this is tight, much tighter than the red one, and I wince slightly as he applies the pressure needed to push it right inside. He must feel my resistance but he doesn’t force the issue, though he easily could. Instead, knowing exactly how to handle me, he reaches around me to place the pad of his middle finger firmly on my clit. He rubs, hard, and I shiver in response, the sweet pleasure drenching my pussy. The focused stimulation and my intense level of arousal bring me swiftly to orgasm, and as I float into oblivion once more the plug slips easily inside my relaxed and unresisting arse. Totally tuned in to my responses, he knows just the right moment to push, the moment when the intensity of my climax shoves all resistance aside, and it’s there.
