by P Nelson
Straightening her shoulders, Calla approached the red ottoman as if it might attack her and stood looking down at it for a moment. Flynn would normally bark another order for the sub to hurry up, but he wanted Calla to be as invested in this scene as he. Flynn had spent time he should have used for work to plan every detail, and he wanted this evening to be perfect. Calla took another minute before resting her knee on the edge of the ottoman and lifting herself into the middle of the velvet cushion. Positioning her knees and her elbows together, she rested her head on the side and watched him.
“You have been such a good little girl.” Flynn let a smile spread across his face as he approached her. Reaching a hand out, he caressed one globe of her ass. The touch made Calla shiver, and he reached for the other globe. “You’re going to get your first taste of rope bondage this evening, Calla. Are you excited?”
“Yes, Master.” Calla spoke on a little huff as Flynn used both his hands to open her ass cheeks to inspect her asshole.
“I’m going to start training your ass so that I can fuck into this sweet hole, little girl.” Flynn leaned down and pressed a kiss to the puckered flesh. “Has anyone ever penetrated you here?”
“Yes. Once. Well, sort of.” Calla knew she wasn’t making any sense, but she wasn’t sure how to explain the drunken time one of her university boyfriends had tried to stick his erection up there to the disappointment of them both when it didn’t seem to work. He had been adamant that porn stars could do it and so could Calla, but after the initial pain, Calla had refused to continue.
“Let me guess, you tried, and it didn’t work.” Flynn said as he let go of Calla’s ass.
“Yes, Master.” Calla was thankful he understood.
“That’s because your muscles need to be stretched and trained to take a cock. I’m going to make sure you crave me in your ass, little girl.” Flynn promised. “But first I’m going to truss you up like I’ve planned all week.” A shiver ran along Calla’s skin, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. “What is your safe word, little girl?” Flynn asked her as he moved out of her visual range.
“Red, sir”, Calla replied, and she felt the silky strands of the rope sliding across her back.
“Good girl. Communication is very important when working with the ropes, little girl. If you don’t tell me the rope is too tight, it can result in permanent damage to your muscles and nerves. That isn’t the result I want. Do you understand?” The rope stopped at the small of her back.
“Yes, Master”, Calla replied and felt as if she might combust if Flynn didn’t get started.
“Lift your chest up, little girl”, Flynn ordered as one of his hands came around and helped her balance. She watched as the first length of rope unravelled and Flynn ran his hands along it. Calla held her breath and did as he ordered her. The first feel of the rope against her skin was sensual as the braided length pulled along the inside of her knees and elbows. It tickled a little as Flynn tugged his first knots together. Calla released the breath she was holding as Flynn bound her arms and legs together in this awkward position. Once he was finished with his first length of rope. He pressed down on her back until he was in a kneeling position again.
Flynn moved around the round ottoman and pushed small buttons that cleverly hid small U-shaped brackets. There were four in total, two near her outstretched arms and two near her calves. Flynn disappeared, and she felt more rope a moment later crisscrossing over her calves. The rope wrapped her legs from the knees all the way to her ankles. The bite of the rope pressed firmly into her flesh and she analysed the feeling. The thought that Flynn was mere inches from her exposed pussy and ass had her clenching involuntarily at all the nasty things she wanted him to do to her. Flynn gave her ass a smack.
“Almost finished, little girl. I need you to sit up for me again but keep your forearms pinned to the cushion.” Flynn came around the front of the ottoman with another length of rope. He wasted no time in securing her arms to the ottoman in the same manner as her calves. Calla could appreciate the beautiful pattern he made with the ropes. She knew they would leave marks in her skin, a physical reminder of her submission. Calla’s heart rate sped up as he finished the last of his knots.
“Where are you, little girl?” Flynn asked as he ran his hands over his handiwork and pressed her chest back down.
“I’m green, Master.” Calla’s voice had become hoarse.
“Good because the next part of your punishment is not going to be as easy as this.” Flynn’s hands felt good as they continued to caress Calla’s skin over the ropes. She wished she could press up into his palms and preen like a kitten. “But you’re going to take it for your Master, right?” Flynn grabbed onto each of her ass cheeks. The feeling of him squeezing her skin made desire pool between her legs.
“Yes, Master, I’m going to take everything you give me like a good little sub”, Calla repeated as she felt one of Flynn’s hands let go of her ass. It wasn’t long before she knew the reason why. Cold lube dripped down her ass crack, and she felt Flynn place the lube on her back. A moment later one of his fingers was pressing incessantly at her butthole. He wiggled back and forth as Calla held her breath.
“Breath in and out, little girl”, Flynn said as he used his free hand to smack her ass. “That’s it, relax and let your master into this sweet hole of yours”, he crooned behind her before grabbing the lube and squirting a fresh dose of lube in her gradually opening asshole. Finally, his finger plunged inside, and Calla let out a yelp at the intrusion. It felt so different from the pleasure she had when Flynn took her pussy that she wasn’t sure whether she liked it or not. Calla could hear Flynn breathing heavily as he started to pump in and out of her butthole.
The feeling of pressure died away after a minute replaced by a growing urgency. Calla knew her pussy was getting wet as it clenched around nothing. She couldn’t help a low moan from escaping her lips. She wanted to push back into Flynn’s hands, but the ropes and his free hand held her in place.
“My little girl likes being fucked in the ass.” Flynn’s voice was so deep Calla could barely understand him. She did feel it when he added a second finger to her ass. The fullness was back again, but she knew by the feeling of her swollen pussy that it would only take a couple of strokes for an orgasm to finally hit her. Calla whimpered as Flynn stopped his ministrations for a minute.
“Greedy girl. This is your punishment, remember”, Flynn said darkly as his free hand leaned over to grab something. A hard nub pressed against her butthole as his fingers slid out of her. “Let it in.” Flynn ground out as he spanked Calla’s ass again. The dual sensations made her cry out and press back against the bonds of the rope. The butt plug lodged firmly into her ass, and Flynn growled in satisfaction. Calla’s body was quivering in her need for release. She didn’t think she’d ever been so close to an orgasm without actually having one before. There was no way to get relief for her clit with her legs tied so far apart.
The erection in the front of Flynn’s leathers was aching so much; he knew he needed to get a little relief before he finished punishing his little wayward sub. Moving towards the front of the ottoman, he stood in front of Calla’s upturned face and enjoyed the picture she created with her head down and her ass up for his inspection. The ropes bit lightly into her skin making her prone to his every whim. Flynn smiled as he began to undo the front of his leathers.
“Up again, little girl. Your Dom needs some relief, and you’re going to provide it.” Flynn murmured as he watched Calla rise so that her mouth was at a better angle to take his cock. “That’s it, now open your mouth wide for your master”, he ordered as he released his thick erection into his hands and rubbed it up and down a few times. He watched Calla’s eyes dilate at the sight, and he nearly came all over her face as she licked her lips. Flynn pressed the head of his cock into her mouth and groaned in pleasure at the welcoming heat as her lips closed around him again.
Reaching down, Flynn grabbed a handful of Calla’s hair and gui
ded her up and down his cock. It didn’t take long for his balls to start drawing up and his spine to start tingling while Calla continued her assault on his shaft. Using her tongue, she swirled around the head of his cock while she tried to jam more of his length down her throat. The feel of her gagging on his length made him clench his ass cheeks in order not to start thrusting farther down her throat. Flynn looked down and watched the expressions on her face. She was so beautiful gently swaying back and forth over his dick with her breasts bouncing lightly.
“Drink me down, little girl. Every last drop I give you.” Flynn held his breath as he felt semen start to rise up his shaft. Calla redoubled her efforts stimulating his cock as she groaned around his swollen flesh. “Fuck, yes!” Flynn yelled and had to hold still as he pumped his semen into the back of Calla’s throat. She worked hard to drink all of it, but some dribbled down the sides of her mouth. He hadn’t come since Saturday night, wanting to save every drop for her punishment tonight.
“Are you Master’s good little girl?” Flynn asked as Calla stopped lapping up semen from his semi-hard cock.
“Yes, Master.” Calla was breathing hard, her breasts quivering and a slick sheen of sweat covered her body. He almost felt sorry for her. Flynn was finally getting to the swats she had earned during the past few days. Tucking himself back into his leathers, he did them up again.
“Where are you, Calla?” He walked around to her ass and pressed her back down again so her head lay on the ottoman and her ass was in the air.
“Green, Master”, She replied with a slight tremor. She knew what was coming, and anticipated his hand on her ass.
“Good girl. Now for your real punishment. You have earned an even one hundred smacks for your disobedience these last few days. Are you sorry, little girl?” Flynn asked as he rubbed her ass cheeks and the tops of her thighs. Calla groaned in response.
“Yes, Master, I’m so sorry for lying to you.” Calla sounded as if she’d say anything to get out of her punishment.
“Not as sorry as you’re about to be.” Flynn braced his legs apart and took a deep breath to centre his thoughts. The orgasm he just had helped him to focus. “You will count out each swat because I want you to concentrate and not escape into subspace.”
“Yes, Master.” Calla’s voice was tight, and Flynn knew it was time to begin. He hesitated for a second longer to enjoy the tension before bringing his hand back and smacking her hard on the ass.
“One, Master.” Calla cried out and felt tears sting her eyes. The first swat of her ass was quickly followed by a series of them all over her ass cheeks and the tops of her thighs. She barely had time to breath let alone get all the numbers out of her mouth. Calla was having a hard time taking in all the sensations of the intense spanking, her throbbing pussy, and the fullness in her ass from the plug. A few times, she thought she might hyperventilate because of the concentration of intense emotions that were dragging her into a sphere nothing like the subspace she enjoyed on previous occasions.
Flynn must have realised her dilemma and stopped at different intervals to rub the heat into her skin. His hands jostled the butt plug still firmly in her ass, but at least she could catch her breath.
“We’re halfway through, little girl. Where are you?” Flynn held the heat in her ass cheeks.
“I’m green, Master.” Calla said between her tears. They had started to fall silently without her noticing. Now they had started she couldn’t make them stop. Flynn came around the front of the ottoman and knelt in front of her face.
“Your tears are beautiful to me, little girl.” He reached out and stroked one finger over her cheek following the wet path of her tears. “You’re struggling so hard to please me, and I appreciate your effort, little girl.” Flynn leaned forward and pressed his firm lips to Calla’s chapped lips. She clung to the kiss like a lifeline, letting the sparks it made shoot straight to her pussy and her aching ass. “We’re going to finish now and if you are a good little sub, you’ll get your reward”, Flynn promised as he stood up and disappeared behind Calla again. He smoothed his hands over her ass once again, and Calla’s breath hitched because she knew what was coming next.
“Fifty-one”, Calla cried out as the sharp sting of Flynn’s hand met with her tortured flesh. After another ten swats, Calla was incoherent as she did her best to press the numbers out of her mouth. By the time she finally reached one hundred, her backside throbbed in time to her pussy, and she was hiccupping. Calla was vaguely aware of Flynn’s hands over her body checking the ropes and the butt plug and massaging her tortured skin.
“You have done so well, beautiful girl.” Flynn whispered as he checked to make sure there had been no permanent damage. “You took your punishment for your master, and I’m so proud.” Those words of comfort and encouragement made Calla’s emotions break even further. She sobbed into the velvet softness of the ottoman and closed her eyes. She opened them when she felt Flynn’s fingers brushing her hair away from her face.
“Do you want to say your safe word, little girl? You’ve given me so much already; the next is all about your pleasure”, he explained and Calla studied the planes of his face. Flynn’s features had softened, and the rough edges she associated with his Dom persona diminished as he tenderly spoke to her. Calla took a few soothing deep breaths and had to lick her lips a few times before she could finally speak.
“No, Master. I want to continue. I just feel so raw.” Calla tried to explain the utter stillness of her mind, how she focused everything on him alone. She had never experienced this kind of peace before; it brought more tears to her eyes. “There’s nothing more I want in this moment than to please you.”
Flynn’s mouth kicked up in a smile, and he tilted his head forward placing kisses on her temple, down the side of her face before halting above her lips. “Calla, you have pleased me every day, every hour since we met.” Flynn finished, and Calla sensed he wanted to say more, but he kissed her instead. With slow precision, he claimed her mouth first with his lips and then with his tongue. She sighed and felt heat bloom in her lower belly. The plug still sent pleasure throughout her body as she clenched down on it.
He broke the kiss, and Calla whispered, “Please take me, Master, I want you to give me everything and fill me up.”
“Everything, my little girl.” Flynn promised as fire lit his blue eyes. Swiftly rising to his feet, he moved behind her again. She heard the zipper of his pants and the sounds of him shucking them off. His hands went to her sore ass again, and Calla jumped at the light contact. Calla felt one of his hands move underneath her, and he pressed his fingers into her wet folds. Calla started panting in response to the pleasure he gave her. “You don’t have to ask to come, little girl.” Flynn’s voice had the roughened edge she associated with his arousal, and it sent spikes of pleasure throughout her body.
The head of Flynn’s cock nudged her sopping entrance as his free hand began moving the plug in and out of her back passage. With precision, Flynn thrust inside Calla’s body and pinched her exposed clit. Calla screamed at the primal rawness of her orgasm. Black spots appeared before her eyes as flickers of her spasming body wrapped around Flynn’s hard length filling her and the plug in her ass. She ground down on Flynn’s body and gasped for air as she came apart in the most primitive way imaginable. She was no longer a singular being. Her submission had merged with Flynn’s dominance, and they had become one symbiotic being.
Calla’s body felt limp as she came back to awareness slowly. Flynn was moving in and out of her body at a slow pace while praising her efforts. The effect had her moaning in pleasure again and it wasn’t long before she was trying to push back to force him into a more punishing tempo. Flynn’s fingers moved with infuriating slowness and she started to moan and groan in protest. The slow build of this orgasm was excruciating after the explosive fire of the last one. Pulses of pleasure ran from her clit through her entire body until her breath finally hitched and her body clenched down once again on Flynn’s cock so har
d he grunted in protest.
Riding the wave of pleasure as it sent elastic pulses throughout her limbs, Calla turned her face into the wet velvet underneath her face and just writhed on the end of Flynn’s cock. It felt as if there were no end to the pleasure as her body succumbed and gave way to the male behind her.
“One more time for me, little girl.” Flynn’s voice was a hard whisper in the quiet room and Calla tried to squirm away from the intense feeling of his fingers once again stroking her clit. He thrust harder and faster into her body. He planted one of his feet on the ottoman beside her restrained calves. The new position gave him deeper access to her body, and she had to turn her head to breathe as new sensations coursed through her, tightening her belly and her pussy at the same time.
“Fuck, little girl, you’re so fucking tight”, Flynn exclaimed and Calla felt the splash of his sweat on her ass. He was working her hard and the thought of his restraint in needing her to come again sent a thrilling throb through her body. She wanted to please him. Calla needed to come again for her master as she needed to breath.
Calla strained and pushed and groaned as her body yielded more and more to Flynn’s. Finally, she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm and she held her breath as Flynn continued to pummel her soft folds. They cried out at the same time, and Calla felt satisfaction as Flynn pressed into her body with all his strength, trying to deposit his sperm as deep as possible.
Flynn held his cock inside Calla’s body for a full minute while he enjoyed the last of her spasms around his erection. She had been amazing, giving him every ounce of her submission. In return, he squeezed every bit of pleasure from her body giving him all his dominance in return. Pulling his softening erection from her body as he popped the anal plug free, Flynn was careful to continue to support most of her weight. Calla was exhausted and half asleep as he freed her calves and forearms, lifting her awkwardly in his arms with her elbows and her knees still tied together he walked over to the bed. He kissed her chastely on the forehead as he set her down and undid the rest of the ropes.
