by Ashe Barker
Aaron rubbed her clit then flicked the tip, hard. Her orgasm was just moments away.
“Sir, I need to come. Please. Please…” She was close to despair, expecting to be refused. The beating to follow would be a mere formality.
“Go ahead.”
“Pardon? Sir?”
“You have permission to come, Miss d’André. Do it now.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you… Oh, Sir.” Eugenie convulsed as her climax seized her, rocking her nervous system as wave after wave of pure sensual pleasure washed through her. Aaron continued to stroke her clit, finger-fucking her ass with a steady, forceful rhythm while she convulsed around his hand.
Her head cleared and Eugenie became aware of her surroundings again. Aaron chuckled, the sound coming from close to her ear, soft and very sexy, full of promise. Eugenie’s pussy clenched. She needed to ask him, needed him.
“Please, Sir, I would like it if you would fuck me.”
“Mmm, I bet you would. Are you hoping to distract me from delivering the punishment you’ve earned.”
“No, Sir. I just…” Eugenie was unsure how to proceed, or even if she should persist. Desire and caution warred within her. Desire won out. “Sir, please punish me, then fuck me. Please.”
“As you wish, Miss d’André, since you’ve asked so nicely.” He reached up to release her restraints, sliding an arm around her waist to catch her when her body crumpled. He lowered her to the floor then crouched beside her. “When you’re ready I’d like you to get up and stand by the chair. Lean over it. You can put your hands on the seat.”
Eugenie nodded and attempted to push herself up. Aaron stopped her with his hand on her shoulder.
“Not quite yet. Take your time. We’re in no hurry. Well, I’m not. You may disagree. The sooner your discipline is administered, the sooner you’ll have my cock inside you. I suppose your powers of recovery now will demonstrate how much of a slut you are.”
Despite his crude words, Eugenie knew he had a point. She was near enough desperate to have him inside her, but despite her inexperience she understood that rewards had to be earned in this demanding lifestyle. He would exact his punishment then, if he was satisfied she was truly sorry and had learned from his attentions, he’d deliver the prize he’d promised her. Despite her enthusiasm for what was to come, eventually, Eugenie was glad of the reprieve. She did need a few minutes to flex her straining muscles, to loosen up her shoulders, and most importantly to let her legs solidify again. Aaron Praed had a most profound impact on her equilibrium, she was finding.
Minutes later, she pushed herself onto her knees then got to her feet. Still a little unsteady, she made her way to the solitary chair in the center of the room. She stood in front of it then leaned forward to grip both sides of the seat.
“I take it you’re ready?” The low drawl came from across the room. Eugenie turned her head to face him. He was still leaning against the wall, a leather strap dangling from his right hand. It was looped in the middle, the two ends clasped within his fist. He quirked his upper lip in a half smile.
Eugenie suppressed the urge to glower at him. She did not relish what he intended to do to her. Maybe she was a fair-weather submissive, a cherry picker who loved the fabulous orgasms and some of the heavier stuff, but resented the discipline aspect. Whatever, this was a means to an end and that end was very much in sight.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you for waiting.”
“No problem. So now, let’s do a tally-up. You forgot to refer to me with the proper respect. That earns you six strokes. And you came without my permission, for which I’m minded to add a further ten. So, sixteen strokes, Miss d’André. Do you agree this seems fair?”
Eugenie felt the blood drain from her face. She’d expected six strokes perhaps, ten at most. Ten slaps was the most she had ever managed previously and that with a Dom’s bare hand. And, of course, downstairs earlier, but that had not been a punishment. She should have known that Mr. Praed would be more demanding when it came to discipline.
“Sir, I… If you think that is appropriate.”
“You disagree?”
“No, Sir. It is just, I have never…”
Aaron pushed himself away from the wall and strolled across to stand behind her. His palm on her buttock was warm, gentle as he massaged her rounded cheek. “If you think it’s too much, you may say so. I will listen to you.”
Eugenie sighed, loving the feel of his hands on her body despite the circumstances. His words gave her confidence. Perhaps there was negotiation to be conducted here.
“I think I can manage ten, Sir. I have before, but that was just a spanking. It was a punishment, though, and hard.”
“How long after that punishment before you were able to sit comfortably again?”
“Two days, Sir. And I could not sleep for the first night.”
“Mmm, that was hard. I wonder what you did to deserve it?” He appeared not to require an answer as he continued immediately, “What I intend for you will hurt here and now, but you will not experience such lingering effects.” He leaned in to whisper to her. “You will lose no sleep over this, Miss d’André.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“And I think eight strokes will be sufficient. I appreciate that you’ve been forthcoming and have told me about your previous experience. For this, I’m prepared to halve your punishment this evening. How does that sound to you?”
Eugenie turned her head, straining her neck to look at him. Aaron helpfully moved around into her field of vision.
“Thank you, Sir. I—thank you.” She was at a loss for words, had not expected such a concession and this just for being honest and saying what was in her head.
Aaron grinned at her. “We’ll see if you’re still inclined to be so grateful after you’ve felt the strap against your bum a time or two. So, we start then?”
Eugenie nodded, tightening her grip on the seat.
The first stroke was excruciating. There was a whooshing sound as he swung the strap toward her then a resounding crack as it connected with her right buttock. Eugenie stepped forward a pace, unable to prevent herself. She managed not to cry out.
“Remain still, please. Arch your back more, if you would. I want you to lift your bottom up for me.”
Oh. God. Screwing up her eyes, Eugenie did as she was told. The strap whooshed through the air again, this time landing across her left buttock. She held her position, biting back her squeal of pain.
The next two strokes were delivered quickly, striping her bottom just below the first two. He seemed to be a master at this and accurate in his work. Eugenie knew he was deliberately not hitting the same spot twice and appreciated his skill.
“Halfway there, Miss d’André. Are you all right?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, just finish this quickly, if you would, Sir.”
“Of course.”
He was as good as his word, dropping two more strokes onto her quivering bottom just moments apart. She was no longer able to remain silent and let out a little squeal with each blow, clenching her buttocks hard. The final two were landed across the backs of her thighs, and Eugenie screamed aloud at those. They really hurt, her backside and thighs felt to be on fire. Regardless of his reassurance, Eugenie was sure that she’d feel the effects of Aaron Praed’s strap every time she sat for the next few hours at least.
After the final stroke, she waited, unsure whether to stand or remain in place until instructed to move. Caution was called for. Her hunch was right. Breathing heavily as pain bloomed across her smarting buttocks, she turned her head again to watch Aaron Praed stroll back to the shelf unit and drop the strap onto one of the shelves. He returned to her and laid his hand on her right butt cheek.
“Hot. That’ll be hurting, yes?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
“Good. So, what have you learned?”
Eugenie drew in a long breath, schooling her body not to flinch from his touch. “I will always remember to call m
y Dom Sir. And I will try harder not to orgasm unless I have permission to do so, Sir. I am sorry I did not manage to achieve those things for you this time, but I will not make the same mistakes again.”
“A pretty enough apology, and I do believe you mean it. I expect you will make the same mistakes, but perhaps less often. Controlling your orgasms will improve with practice. Are you still desiring a fuck, then?”
“Yes, Sir! You promised. You—” She caught herself before she started to remonstrate with him. So much for contrition. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be receiving another eight strokes, at the very least.
Aaron chuckled. “Hmm, your sassy mouth will get you in so much bother, girl. You’ve learned enough for tonight, though, I think. Stand up straight now.”
Biting her tongue, Eugenie stood upright and stepped away from the chair. Aaron moved around her and sat on it.
“I’m all yours, little sub. Take what you want.” He gestured to his jeans, his impressive erection clearly visible behind the zip.
Eugenie stared at it, uncertain what to do next. Up until this moment, she had been entirely passive in the scene.
“If it’s my cock you’re interested in, you’ll need to get it out then straddle me. Get on with it, girl.”
“Yes, Sir.” Eugenie needed no further encouragement. She leaned forward to undo the button on his jeans then lowered his zip. As the fabric parted, his cock sprang free, jutting proud and solid from his clothing. Eugenie wrapped her hand around it, and with the other she reached into his jeans to palm his balls. They were heavy, filling her hand. She squeezed them slightly as she started to pump her small fist up and down his shaft.
The head of his cock was wide, flaring just above the rim. The shiny, smooth surface was already coated in pre-cum, which was emerging from the slit in the end in a steady stream of droplets. Eugenie ran the pad of her thumb across the head to smear the natural lubricant about, and flirted with the notion that she might lean forward a little farther and lick it.
“I’ll fuck your beautiful mouth next time, girl. Right now, I want you to sit astride my lap and sink my cock into your pussy. Get on with it.” He hitched one hip to reach into the front pocket of his jeans, retrieving a condom wrapped in foil. He handed it to Eugenie, who opened it and unrolled it over his erection with a deft, practiced movement.
Her preparations made, Eugenie gave a brief nod and stepped forward, his legs now between hers as she stood over him. She released his balls and used that hand to steady herself against the back of the chair beside his shoulder while she guided the head of his cock toward the entrance to her pussy. She bent her knees to sink a little lower, enough that she could place his cock between her pussy lips.”
“Look at me, girl.” The command was curt.
Eugenie raised her eyes to meet his dark gaze when she lowered herself onto him. He was big. Despite being so hot and wet and ready for this, her cunt was tight, stretching around him. She paused, chewing on her lower lip as she adjusted to his size.
Aaron placed his hands on her hips, though he didn’t press her downward. Neither did he thrust up. He waited, his eyes holding hers until she steadied. Then she sank slowly down the full length of his shaft with a long, low groan.
The sensation of fullness was overwhelming. This was just what she’d been craving and yet so much more. Her sore bottom was forgotten when she squeezed her inner muscles around him and prepared to lift herself up again. Aaron’s hands on her hips stopped her from moving.
“Kiss me, girl.” His voice was near enough a growl, the words low and husky.
Eugenie leaned forward, stretching her body to reach his mouth with hers. She kissed him, stroking her tongue between his lips to caress the backs of his teeth. Their tongues tangled and danced, and Eugenie let go of the chair to tunnel her fingers through his hair. Her other hand was on his shoulder, then around his neck. She deepened the kiss. Her nipples scraped the fabric of his shirt, sending delightful tingles through her body. She repeated the motion, reveling in the crackle of electricity that seemed to shoot straight to her cunt. She gasped, rocking her hips to seat him more deeply within her.
Aaron reached up to grasp the tangle of her hair, fisting his hand in it and lifting her face away from his. “Ride me, girl. Now.”
Eugenie straightened and obeyed. She lifted her body and lowered herself onto him again, trying to keep the motion slow and smooth. Aaron quirked his upper lip.
“You fuck like a girl.”
“I am a girl, Sir.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Fuck me like you mean it, Genie.”
“Like this, Sir?” She lifted her body and this time slammed her weight back down, sending waves of pleasure through her pussy. She couldn’t contain her groan.
“Better. But I was thinking more like this.” He placed his hands on her hips again, taking her weight, taking control. He lifted her then dragged her back down sharply at the same time as he thrust upward. The stroke was hard, driving deep, and Eugenie cried out at the sheer carnality of it. Her pussy walls started to convulse, her orgasm gathering low down in her body.
“Christ, Sir, yes, yes! May I come? Please, I need…”
“Yes. Come when you like. This is your reward, enjoy it.” He punctuated his words with more sharp upward thrusts, each one sending shivers of delight through Eugenie, waves of pure pleasure washing over her.
She looped her arms around his neck and hung on when Aaron took over the action. Her legs turned to jelly. She could not have maintained the motion even if she’d wanted to. If he’d permitted it. Aaron lifted her effortlessly and drove his cock into her again and again, each plunge sending her closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly she was there, spinning, weightless while he pounded his cock inside her.
No sooner did she come down from that high than he was pushing her again, this time by sliding his hand between their bodies to rub her clit. Eugenie clung to him as he angled his cock. He rotated his hips slightly to increase the friction. His thrusts shortened, became more concentrated, and somehow he found that sweet inner place where all her nerve endings seemed to meet. Her pussy spasmed beyond any conscious control of hers as Aaron fucked her, his skill and unerring control obvious. He played her body like a violin.
“Sir, Sir… Oh, God, Cela se sent tellement bon…” Eugenie started to convulse again as her third orgasm bubbled and swelled to consume her senses.
“It sure does, honey, putain, c’est parfait.” Aaron’s low growl rumbled against her ear as he tightened his grip on her. He lengthened his strokes, shuddering when his own climax loomed. He drove his cock deep into her one last time then held still, the head of his cock nudging Eugenie’s cervix for an instant before the hot swill of his semen pumped from him to fill the condom.
They lay still for several minutes, neither having the energy to move. At last, Aaron tapped Eugenie on the hip before lifting her from him. He dealt with the condom, knotting the end and dropping it on the floor to be disposed of later. Then he turned her, so she was cradled in his lap, and smoothed the tangled hair from her face.
“Are you satisfied now, my beautiful petite salope?”
She snuggled in, gripping the front of his shirt with her fists. “Oui, monsieur, très satisfait. Merci.”
Aaron nuzzled the top of her head, loving the sweet smell of her hair. It had a sort of citrus tang to it, very sensual. He breathed her in as she shifted in his arms.
She leaned back, peering up at him. “You spoke to me in French, Sir. And you understood what I said.”
“Mmm, I did.”
“You speak French?”
“Evidently. Not as fluent as your English, but good enough to keep up with you.”
She grinned. “You knew the swear words too.”
“Ah yes, but that’s what every English schoolboy goes straight for. I’ve picked up a few more since and I’ve no doubt you could teach me some as well.”
“You have been to France?”
“Yes, man
y times. It’s a beautiful country. I particularly love Paris.”
“Ah, me too. I studied in Paris, before I came to England. I would love to go back there. Perhaps, some day.”
“Perhaps. For now, though, would you like to take a shower before you get dressed again?”
Eugenie glanced up at him. He gestured toward the small door discreetly situated in a corner of the room—the en-suite facilities.
“Yes, thank you. I would appreciate that.”
Aaron thought she seemed reluctant to leave his arms, but made no comment on that. Neither did he hurry her as she uncoiled herself and got to her feet. He was gratified to note the unsteadiness in her gait when she made her way across the room—he liked to make an impression. He was even more impressed by the glowing stripes now adorning her soft, round little ass, precisely positioned about an inch apart, testimony to his skill but also to her fortitude. She’d remained still, even when he knew she must have been hurting like hell.
Oh yes, she was one sweet little subbie, his lovely Eugenie.
She disappeared into the en suite and Aaron got to his feet. He righted his clothing, fastening his jeans, then collected Eugenie’s discarded items of apparel from the floor. He folded those and placed them on the chair then picked up the condom and followed Eugenie into the en suite. It was actually a wet room, so she was showering with no curtain or screen. He offered her a polite nod as he skirted the room to reach the toilet, careful to avoid the water splashing about. The last thing he needed was to parade through the club dripping wet, though it did occur to him that it might be fun to strip off and join her.
He decided against it. She was sure to be sore, both outside and in, and he didn’t feel their relationship had yet progressed to the cuddling and touching without necessarily fucking stage. He could work on that, though. He smiled at her and left her to enjoy her shower alone.
Minutes later, she emerged, draped in a towel, her damp hair tied on top of her head in a messy knot. She started as she saw him still there, leaning against the far wall in what he supposed had become his customary position. These sparsely furnished rooms were very effective for the sort of scene he liked to start a relationship with—no frills, just testing and exploring boundaries. But they offered no creature comforts at all.
