Emily's Passion

by Storm, A J

  His face turned serious as he stalked towards me. Reaching up with both hands, he removed the scrunchie out of my hair pulling the hair down to the sides letting it fallout naturally. I looked down at the definite bulge in his leathers but he ignored me. He moved two steps back looking deep into my eyes and ordered, “Strip!”

  My eyes grew wider in utter panic as I stood there. Alan’s voice became lower, more gruff, and sexy as hell. ‘This was his Dom voice,’ I thought to myself.

  “Emily, do you have a safe word?” he asked.

  “Yes, it’s Harley,” I responded.

  “The proper response, little girl, is ‘Yes, Sir’. I expect you to acknowledge my requests with that response. And I expect you to thank me for any praise or punishment that I choose to give. If I ask a question, I expect a timely answer from you. Do you understand what I have told you so far?” he quizzed.

  “Yes, yes Sir. Thank you, Sir,” I gulped.

  “Good girl! Now if you feel like you can’t do what I ask you to do or you feel you can’t participate any longer in the scene for any reason, just use your safe word and all play will stop. If you say Harley, I’ll stop what we’re doing and the scene will be over. If you need to ask a question or feel you need to slow things down, the word is yellow. Do you understand?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.” I answered.

  His eyes seared into mine as he smiled and ordered, “Strip now!”

  “Yes, Sir,” I responded.

  I quickly did what he had ordered and stationed myself naked before him with my eyes closed tight.

  “Emily, open your eyes and look at me. I want you to stop trying to hide from me. Your body is beautiful to me and there is no need for you to ever hide,” he encouraged.

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!” I replied.

  “Good girl!” he whispered as he caressed my face in his hands. His hands set my face on fire. “Since I know how hard it is for you to get up and down from a kneeling position from the floor, I won’t instruct you in the proper submissive position at my feet. However, when you are waiting for me or if I tell you to take your position, I expect you to be quiet with your eyes down, naked, hands clasped behind your back, and your feet as far apart as is comfortable without falling over. This allows me to appreciate your lovely body you are offering to me. It gives me great pleasure to be able to inspect you and give you pleasure in return. Do you understand?”

  “I think so, Sir. Yes,” I answered.

  “Wonderful! Assume your position, little girl,” he ordered.

  My body immediately flooded with warmth at the sound of his command. I clasped my hands behind my back lowering my eyes and head and spreading my feet apart.

  “More,” he demanded.

  “Sir?” I asked with bowed head.

  “Your feet, little girl. Spread them further apart,” he explained.

  “Yes, Sir,” I offered as I complied with his request. By this time, my heart was pounding, my body felt overheated, and I knew I was getting wet between my thighs.

  “Beautiful,” Alan exclaimed. He sauntered in a circle around me inspecting me from head to toe. Then he began to lightly stroke the skin around my collar bone taking his time tracing down to my scars. Before I could tense up at his touch, he spoke in whispers in my ear, “These are necessary, beautiful scars that belong to me. I can caress them whenever I want. I love the feel of them. I love that you trust me with them and don’t hide them from me, little girl.”

  I was breathless as I barely got my voice to respond, “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Beautiful manners, my pet. You make me happy,” he purred.

  “Thank you, Sir,” I answered.

  My lower abdomen was aching deep inside. I could feel the wetness between my thighs become thicker wanting so badly to put my legs together for relief. I caught myself before I actually made a move but not before Alan caught it.

  “Stand still, Emily. Keep your feet where they are,” he commanded.

  “Sorry Sir. Yes, Sir!” I apologized.

  He continued stroking my skin slowly stroking his fingers down between my thighs. He fondled my ass giving a pinch here and there causing me to jump a little. Moving around to the front, he brushed his fingers over my hip around to my mons.

  I sucked in my breath as he fondled the top of my heat. ‘His touch makes me hot,’ I thought as I closed my eyes to savor his fingers.

  “You like this I see,” he teased. “Well, I’ll just have to keep exploring to find all of your sensitive spots.” He moved lower to my folds taking his fingers and dipping them inside my sex. “So wet and slick and so hot. You are ready for my cock but not yet. I have much more to show you.”

  A whimper slipped past my lips at the same time I gasped letting out my breath.

  Alan gently threaded his other hand in my hair pulling my head back possessing my mouth in a deep, hard kiss which snatched all my senses away except his touch.

  “Such a good girl, ready and waiting for my cock,” he teased as he slid his fingers in and out. “I love the feel of your pussy. Hot, wet, smooth, and needing me to fuck it.”

  My knees felt weak and almost went out from under me as I whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”

  Alan pressed against my body continuing to mercilessly finger my pussy. My arousal was strong and heady in the air engulfing us both. “Emily, the smell of your pussy is driving me crazy. My cock is pressing against my zipper. I’m not sure I can make it to the end of the scene as I originally planned.” He released my hair and moved a couple of steps back, leaving me feeling cold without his body near me.

  He saw my face frown and immediately asked what was wrong.

  I answered, “Nothing, Sir. I am fine, Sir. Thank you for asking, Sir.”

  “While I admire your politeness, little girl, I’ll not tolerate your lying to me. That will earn you a punishment. One I’ll greatly enjoy giving!” he promised.

  My heart sank at the fact I had displeased Alan. ‘Why did I care so much that I had disappointed him?’ I asked myself. I didn’t understand why I felt this way but I knew it made me sad to upset him.

  “I am sorry, Sir,” I apologized.

  Calmly he asked, “Now, again. What made you frown?”

  I didn’t want to but I knew I had to be honest with my response. “When you stepped away from me, I felt cold and alone. I didn’t like it,” I answered.

  “That brings me great satisfaction. It means you’re relying on me to furnish your warmth, sense of belonging to your Dom and hence your trust. I am proud of my little girl,” he praised.

  “Thank you, Sir,” I chirped.

  Alan stalked over to the St. Andrews cross and stood by it. “Come over here and stand, Emily,” he ordered.

  “Yes, Sir,” I answered walking over to him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Apprehension consumed me as I stared at the cross in front of me. I wanted his arms around me and his cock inside me, not this scary looking contraption.

  “This is called a St. Andrews Cross,” explained Alan. “It is used to restrain the participant for sexual play or for whipping. Face the cross, little girl, and walk up leaning against it,” he instructed.

  I was really nervous as I approached the cross. Sweat was running down my neck to my back and chest. Alan came up behind me pressing his cock against my ass and rubbing me with it. He lifted my hair twisting it around his fist pulling my head back and taking another long, deep kiss.

  “Again Emily, tell me what your safe word is,” he demanded.

  “Harley, Sir,” I answered.

  “Good girl, use it if you think you need it and everything will stop,” he told me.

  I felt as if I would faint from the overload of sensations building in me. I wanted him to run his fingers over my pussy again as I pressed back against his rigid cock.

  He rubbed his hands up and down the front of my thighs pulling me closer into him. “God, Emily, your moaning is music to me. I can almost cum right now.” Sudde
nly, he stopped and removed himself and I began to whine at his absence.

  “Not yet, little girl. I want to test how you like being lightly flogged. I need you to reach up with your right arm and put it on the right cross piece,” he ordered lowering the wrist cuff to the lowest level for me.

  I stretched my arm onto the right beam of the cross and Alan secured my wrist inside the cuff. Placing his finger between my skin and the cuff, he made sure I had enough room while keeping my circulation intact. Then he moved over and did the exact same thing with my left arm. “Are you comfortable, Emily?” he asked.

  “Truthfully, Sir? No!” I replied feeling stretched beyond my wildest imaginings.

  Alan laughed out loud and ran his fingers over my heat again. I pressed against them wanting him to explore further but he drew them away.

  “Well then, is it comfortable enough that you can withstand this for your Dom?” he teased as he stroked my ass.

  “Oh yes, Sir. There’s no real pain. I think I can do this for you,” I responded.

  “That’s my girl, Emily,” he praised. Bending down between my legs, he gently tugged my right leg over to the right bottom cuff and secured my ankle checking for tightness of fit. “Now, I want you to trust me and don’t fight. I am going to move your left leg over to the left side of the cross as far as you can stand. This is going to stretch you quite a bit but you will be fine if you don’t fight it,” he encouraged.

  “Yes, Sir,” I agreed. “Thank you for the warning, Sir.”

  Alan gently dragged my left leg over as far as I could stretch. He let out a small length of the chain to accommodate the width of my stretch and then secured the cuff, once again checking for too tight of fit. Safety was always a must for Alan no matter what!

  Checking all the fittings again for security and strength, he then ran his fingers through the lips of my pussy several times firing my desire. He stepped to the side so I could see his face as he showed me his fingers.

  “I think you enjoy being restrained, little girl. I think you enjoy being at my mercy as I tease and touch your beautiful pussy,” he tantalized. Then he licked the wetness off of his fingers one by one in front of me moaning with each lick he pilfered.

  I was almost panting, wondering how much more I could take. Watching him stroll to his bag and pull out a flogger, I became nervous pulling against my restraints only they weren’t budging. I had been lightly spanked during sex before but never flogged.

  Alan could see I was starting to stress a little so he brought the flogger to show me and let me feel it on my skin.

  “Emily, this is one of my own personal floggers. It has the softest touch of any floggers I have ever found. It is my favorite to use on new subs. I am going to rub the leather against the skin of your tummy so you can feel just how soft it really is,” he explained.

  It felt like velvet to me as he passed it across my tender skin. It was well worn suede leather and extremely soft to the touch. Once I realized how soft it was, I relaxed my body against the cross again letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

  Alan massaged each cheek of my ass grasping and squeezing as he started to tell me what he was going to do. “I am going to start by giving quick, little flicks of my wrist landing on each cheek. I will start soft and increase in intensity to the same level you filled out on your limits list. What is your safe word, little girl?” he asked.

  “Harley, Sir,” I repeated.

  “Do you trust me when I tell you I will not do anything that will hurt you and everything that I do is for your benefit?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir, I do,” I replied.

  “I am going to give you eight swats, four on each cheek. Can you take eight for your Dom, Emily?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir,” I shakily answered.

  “Remember you have a safe word and use it if you have to,” he instructed.

  Before he finished his last word, I heard a flick and felt a light pop on my right cheek followed by an identical one on the left. ‘Well, this is okay,’ I thought. ‘I can handle this.’ I heard a flick again and felt a mild stinging on my right cheek followed again by one on the left.

  ‘So far so good, only two more on each cheek to go,’ thinking I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about.

  “Emily, tell me your safe word again,” he told me.

  “Harley, Sir,” I replied again a little annoyed at him.

  Another flick rang out, only this time it felt like a bee sting on my right ass.

  “Ow!” I shouted.

  “What was that, little girl? How do you address your Dom?” he scolded.

  “I’m sorry, Sir, but that really hurt, Sir,” I whined.

  “Apology accepted but no more inappropriate outbursts. In fact, I want you to count the rest of them out loud for me,” he suggested.

  Thank God, he couldn’t see my face because I rolled my eyes at him but quickly replied, “Yes, Sir.” As I remained there waiting for him to flick the flogger again, I felt tingling, wetness, and warmth in my pussy. ‘Could this really be turning me on?’ I wondered.

  Another loud flick caught me with that same bee sting right across my left ass cheek. I gritted my teeth against the pain and quickly spat out, “Six, Sir.” This time I noticed the pain went straight to my clit as it subsided.

  Alan edged up behind me rubbing my ass cheeks. He was studying my butt. “Your ass is a beautiful color. Pink looks good on you,” he praised.

  “Thank you, Sir,” I winced.

  He ran his fingers over my ass and into the folds of my pussy checking to see how wet I was. He played with my clit lightly rubbing it in circles driving me close to the edge of cumming. My moans were coming loud and frequent.

  “My cock is rock hard, little girl, and aches. But I have no intention of rushing this,” he promised.

  While he still stroked my clit, he asked me once more if I wanted to use my safe word. I was fighting so hard not to cum, I could barely answer him. “No Sir,” I whined, “I want you to fuck me, Sir.”

  “Not yet, baby,” he purred, “We have one more set of two and I am going to give them together.”

  I panicked but before I could react, Alan had stepped back releasing my pussy from his hold. I heard two loud snaps and felt a flash of fire across each cheek. My butt jerked with each pop and the pain was far worse than a sting. I managed to speak, “Seven and eight, Sir,” as my head sagged and knees became wobbly. I was exhausted from worry and the tension of not being able to cum.

  Once again, he stepped lightly up behind me and began to rub my ass. He circled his fingers around my anus and then went directly for the clit with one hand while he plunged two fingers of the other hand into my sex brushing against my G spot.

  I was overwhelmed with all the different sensations and emotions running through me. The pain in my ass shocked me but the pleasure of his fingers drew my mind away from it. I rocked my pussy against his hands as much as my restraints would allow. The pleasure was building fast and I knew I was on the edge of exploding. All I could think about was reaching the summit and plunging over the edge. My whimpers were constant now as I climbed and climbed until I hit the peak.

  “Oh. My. God. Alan!” I screamed falling into wave after wave of sheer delight.

  He let me ride his fingers as my orgasm played itself down then pulled them out, giving my ass a pinch.

  “Sir, Emily. The name is Sir,” he chided. “Little girl, your moaning has me harder than steel,” leaning against me from behind breathing in my ear. My body pebbled with his breath. “I’m going to thrust inside you and pound your pussy until I cum. My cock is begging for relief,” squeezing his words through gritted teeth.