He stopped again, once more caressing her skin, appeasing the pain and making sure she felt even more aroused, teasing her clit until he heard her whimper with pleasure.
The eleventh blow came, and this time she wasn’t able to stop it.
She screamed at the stinging.
"Eleven, Sir… thank you," she shouted, sobbing even more.
"Do you want to call red, sub?" he asked, but he knew she wouldn’t. She was hurting, but he was sure she could take that and so much more.
"No, Sir, I don’t," she answered, through gritted teeth again.
"We will have to discuss that bad habit you seem to have of talking through gritted teeth," he admonished her, and she wished she could use those teeth to bite him hard, no matter where.
"Yes, Sir!" she answered.
The twelfth blow landed, and she cried even harder.
"Twelve, Sir… thank you," she said through sobs.
The thirteenth blow came fast after that, and she could almost swear it wasn’t as hard as the last ones, but that couldn’t be right, could it? He wouldn’t go easy on her.
"Thirteen, Sir… thank you," she shouted again, closing her eyes, telling herself she had to be insane to accept this, to go through all this pain, just because she had contravened some stupid rules.
The last two landed in a fast mode, not allowing her to count them separately.
"Fourteen and fifteen, Sir… thank you," she said, sobbing a bit less, sighing with relief when he dropped the damned paddle to the floor.
"Good girl!" The pleasure was obvious in his tone. Her face was red, her eyes swollen, her cheeks drenched in tears, but those two little words had the power to make her feel better than if she had just won the biggest prize in the universe, and she sighed with pleasure.
Chapter Eleven
Katherine felt him fuss behind her, and she felt the ropes around her pussy get loosened, and then completely removed. She was still bent over the bench, and she could feel him now behind her, between her spread legs.
He caressed her sore skin once more, running his fingers over the welts, hearing her whimper beneath his touch, before he went down on her, kissing her skin, licking it, making some of the pain go away.
His fingers went back to her sore pussy, now freed of the ropes, rubbing it, poking her entrance and teasing her clit, enjoying the obvious change on the tone of her sobs.
He entered her with one of his fingers, in a single thrust, caressing her inner walls, feeling the shudders of her body.
She was so ready for him, and his shaft was so hard, he no longer could hold back. He removed his fingers from her, smiling at her moans of protest, and unzipped his pants, finally releasing his hard cock from its imprisonment.
He grabbed her by her buttocks, running his cock up and down her slit, smearing it in her cream. Then he rammed it in, hard and deep, feeling, for the first time, the wild pleasure of her walls welcoming him, clenching around him as he stretched her.
In and out, he shoved himself, matching his growls with her moans, knowing he wouldn’t last long.
Katherine gasped as he entered her, pain from her smacks mixing with the incredible pleasure of feeling him buried inside her, feeling her body shudder more and more, and she knew she was going to come again.
"Please… Sir, please!" she begged.
"Are you ready for me, sub? Are you ready to come for me?" he asked her, his breath labored
"Yes, Sir, Yes!"
He growled once more before he ordered her:
"Then come with me, do it!"
And her body simply obeyed. The pleasure building inside her exploded in wild waves of pleasure that threw her over the edge, taken by him into a fantastic dimension where only pleasure and bliss existed.
Feeling her shudder and quiver underneath him, the way her walls clenched hard around him and her cries of pleasure was more than he could take so he let himself go, pouring his essence deep inside her, as his body was taken by powerful shudders.
He leaned his head back, taking a deep breath as his body slowly came back to normal. That had been one of the most powerful experiences he had ever had.
Katherine had her eyes closed, still panting, her heart drumming in her chest. She had gotten her answer. That was why she was there. She had never experienced something like what had just happened between Alec and her. And she wasn’t talking just about the physical pleasure. Incredibly, they had managed to create a strong bond between them, that had taken the experience to a higher level, a level she didn’t even know existed. Everything was worth it for living something like this. Everybody should live it at least once in their lives.
Alec let his cock slide out of her drenched pussy, watching, pleased as their mixed juices slowly came out of her, rolling down her inner thighs.
Carefully, he released her from the bench and carried her to the bed, laying her there, her golden mane spread over the burgundy sheets, her eyes closed, and an expression of bliss on her face that only made him feel more pleased.
Slowly he started to remove the ropes from her body, relishing every ligature mark printed in her ivory skin. She only moaned of displeasure when blood rushed back to her breasts, but it only lasted a moment.
He lay in bed next to her, and pulled her towards him, making her rest her head in the crook of his arm.
"Are you alright, sub?" he asked his voice with a rare warm tone.
She opened her eyes slightly, just to make sure she wasn’t delirious, amazed to see the pleased smile on his face.
"Yes, I'm alright, Sir," she admitted.
"Do you think you want to learn more? Experience more?" he asked, his fingers trailing the rope marks on her breasts.
"Yes, I'm sure I want to, Sir," she answered, sighing.
"Do you think you'll still feel the same when you try to sit later and your lovely buttocks hurt like hell?" he asked, half teasing, half serious.
She snorted, furious.
"I'm not that shallow," she replied. A hard smack landed on her back thigh. "Hey!"
"Don’t snort at me, and you forgot again," he explained, with a devious smile on his face. "I can see punishments will be a regular event between us."
"Only because you're a sadistic Dom, Sir," she answered, furious.
"Yes, I am, I'm a sadist, and you my dear have more of a masochist inside you than you ever thought possible," he answered, sure of his words. Despite all the pain he knew she had gone through, her arousal had never diminished, and he was sure he could train her to endure more, much more.
"No, I'm sure you're wrong. I hated every second of that punishment… Sir," she retorted.
"Time will prove me right. And adding it like that won't work," he said, referring to her last minute addition of the word Sir.
"Yes, Sir," she said, after discreetly showing him her tongue.
"I saw that, and that's the second time I’ve caught you doing that, sub," he said, and though his tone was amused, she was sure he wouldn’t forget it and she would have to pay for it.
"I'm so sorry, Sir." But her tone made it clear she wasn’t.
"The night is still young, and tonight we're having some performances here at the club. Would you like to stick around to see them?" he invited her, wanting to keep her with him for a while longer.
"What kind of performances?" she asked, curious.
"We'll have a couple of riggers, a Dom experienced with fireplay, another one that is an expert in knifeplay, and yet another that works beautifully with needles," he informed her.
"Wow, that's heavy stuff, Sir."
"Yes, but believe me, it's a lifetime experience to see these guys working." He pulled her chin up, making her face him. "Do you want to stay?"
"Yes, I would love to, Sir."
"I'll expect you to act as my sub the whole time," he warned her.
"And what does that mean, exactly, Sir?" she asked, puzzled.
"You'll be respectful at all times. If I sit, you'll kneel next to me. You w
on't talk unless I ask you something, and if someone else talks to you, you must always ask for my permission to answer them," he told her.
"Really? Are you serious, Sir?" she couldn’t but help.
"I'm not a high protocol master, but I am very strict. I have my own rules, and I expect them to be followed blindly; no protests will be tolerated," he confirmed he was dead serious. "If you think it's too much for you, I want to know it now."
She looked at him and considered her options. Was she willing to do all that just to be with him? Was he worth all that trouble? She didn’t have much knowledge of BDSM protocols, but she was aware that high protocol didn’t stray far from the total objectification of the submissive. He had said he didn’t go that far, but he sure was way stricter than any other Dom she had met in the past year.
But, the truth was she had been feeling a bit disappoint those last weeks, for not being able to find someone that met her expectations. So far, Alec had surpassed them, even the wildest ones.
"Will you teach me what you want me to do, Sir? Or do you plan to punish me for making mistakes I'm not aware of?" she asked, because she had no intention to become his boxing bag.
"Have I done that to you?" he asked in a cold tone.
"No, Sir, I just want to make things clear between us," she answered, sincerely.
"Very well, I'll always tell you in advance what I expect from you. But once warned, there's no suitable excuse," he added.
"Yes, Sir, then, I agree to stay."
"I'll make you wear a temporary collar, since I want everyone to know that you're taken. It's not a real collar, just something for you to wear whenever we are here at the club," he announced, jumping out of bed.
"Thank you, Sir."
"Come join me in the shower. We need to get you cleaned up and ready for the rest of the night," he said, stretching out his hand, offering her support. She grabbed his hand and let him pull her out of bed.
He took her to a huge shower where he dedicated the following minutes to carefully washing her body, taking special care with her very sore buttocks.
"Does it hurt too much?" he asked, when she moaned while he was soaping her ass cheeks.
She thought about it before she answered his question. Yes, she felt the burning sensation on her ass, and she was sure she would hurt when she sat on it, but it wasn’t that bad. Her moan had more than pain in it, but she still wasn’t ready to admit that.
"No Sir, not too much," she answered.
"Good girl," he replied, with a wicked smile. "Your turn to wash me, girl," he ordered, handing her the bathing cloth.
She took it gladly, taking the chance to explore his fantastic body, running her soapy fingers over his hard muscles.
When she reached his cock, she hesitated, but he encouraged her to go on, taking her hand in his and guiding it there. She washed it thoroughly, loving the way his cock reacted to her touch, the way it grew underneath her hand.
He moaned, pleased, and she smiled.
"It seems I'll need some help, now, girl," he said, resting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her gently to her knees, presenting her his hard, fat cock.
She didn’t hesitate. She grabbed him with her hands and taking her tongue out, she flipped its tip all over his head, enjoying the softness of its skin, its bittersweet taste before she took the head into her mouth, sucking hard, eager to feel that first drop of nectar flooding her mouth with exquisite flavor, and she wasn’t disappointed.
He pushed himself a bit further into her mouth, showing her his impatience, and she took him deeper, sucking harder, helping herself with her hands, stroking him and playing with his balls.
He growled, and taking her by her mane, he ordered:
"Hands behind your back girl."
She obeyed, and he proceeded to shove his cock in and out of her mouth at a much faster pace, sometimes making her gag, but never stopping until he erupted against the back of her throat, with an animalistic growl, his body quivering hard.
He pulled her up, still with threads of his cum rolling down the corners of her mouth, being washed away by the warm stream of water from the shower.
He cradled her face between his hands and claimed a passionate kiss from her lips, tasting his own flavor on her.
After that, they finished bathing and he made her return to the bedroom wrapped in a huge white towel.
"I want you to wait here for me. I'll get you some clothes to wear, as well as a collar. Don’t open the door to anyone else,” he warned her.
"Yes, Sir."
When he left the room, she combed her hair with a comb she found in a drawer and then lay back in bed, looking at the dark red canopy as she processed all that had happened since she had met him, astonished that it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours. What kind of spell was she under that made her put herself completely in the hands of a stranger? Yes, a stranger that she felt as if she had known all her life, but still, a stranger. She didn’t even know his last name, where he lived, what he did for a living, nothing.
Did it matter? She had to be honest with herself and admit it didn’t, not in that particular moment.
Chapter Twelve
The door opened, and he entered. He threw her a small, black piece of fabric that she discovered was supposed to be a dress.
She extended it in front of her, doubting her curves would fit in it.
"Don't you think that's too small for me, Sir?" she asked, with a frown.
"I'm sure it will fit perfectly. Put it on," he answered, with a naughty smile.
"Did you get me some underwear, Sir?" she asked, still doubtful.
"You won't need it." His tone stated clearly that he wouldn’t allow any discussion on the subject.
She got out of bed and put on the dress. The fabric stretched and the thing, she couldn’t even call it a dress, fit like a damn glove, enhancing all her curves, making her nipples stand out, hard as they were, only covering half her thighs.
"Perfect, I knew you would look beautiful in it," he said when she was done.
"This is indecent, Sir!" she spurted, and it only made him grin even more.
"Perfect, like I said. Put on your sandals. All the shoes I was able to find were too high for you hurt feet," he ordered again, and she complied. "Now, please kneel in front of me."
"Yes, Sir." She looked at him, curious, but did as told. She knelt in front of him.
"Hold your hair up." It was his next order, and she realized what he was going to do, and a million butterflies took flight inside her stomach. He was going to collar her, and even when she knew it wasn’t the real thing, it felt pretty much like it.
He leaned forward and wrapped the black leather collar around her neck, buckling it in place. The noise of the buckle sounding ominous in the silence of the room.
Alec buckled the collar around her neck, telling himself it didn’t mean anything, that it was just a collar for her to wear at the club, with no meaning other than a needed accessory. But, strangely, he wasn’t convincing himself.
"There, you're ready," he said, lifting her chin with two fingers and kissing her hard and deep, until they were both gasping for air.
He finally helped her up, and taking a leash out of his pocket, he hooked it to her collar.
Katherine looked at it, astonished.
"A leash… Sir? Really?" she asked in shock, almost forgetting to address him.
"A leash, girl, do you have a problem with it?" his question, in a tone capable of creating droplets of ice from thin air, told her it wasn’t a good idea to discuss this with him, so she shook her head.
"No, Sir, no problem."
"Good girl." He had expected a great deal of protest from her, but, obviously, he hadn’t measured well her desire to do this, to be there, and that pleased him in a way he wasn’t able to explain, not even to himself. "Let's go then. Remember the few rules I gave you and we'll be just fine."
"Yes, Sir," she answered with a grimace. Rules, she was starting to hate
the word.
He took her back to the main room of the club, approaching a small table with a little sign on it reading 'Reserved', just in front of the main stage. He sat down and she was going to kneel next to him, but he didn’t let her.
"This time, take a seat on a chair. I want you to have a good view of the stage, since I would like to try with you some of the things you'll be seeing here," he said, signaling the chair next to him.
She sat down carefully, feeling her buttocks hurt like she was sitting on embers.
But only a few moments after that, the first performance started, and she was able to put her discomfort in the back of her mind. It was a well-renowned rigger, who showed a few really amazing suspensions, and the bond between him and his bottom was amazing.
The next one was the expert in fireplay and Katherine told herself she would never let anyone do that to her. It looked way too dangerous and the thought of having real fire dancing over her body was more than she could take. Even so, the performance was impressive, especially when you looked at the submissive's face and saw just how serene she was.
The one that followed was the needle lover, a femme dome. And this time, Katherine experienced mixed feelings watching it. First, she drew an intricate figure with several needles, of different sizes and colors over her submissive’s shoulder blade; then, she moved to her breasts. She showed the audience some needles at least five inches long, before she proceeded to cross the other woman's nipple, from one side to the other, and repeated the process with the other four needles, forming a star.
Katherine looked at the scene completely mesmerized. Her whole body shuddered, but she just couldn’t keep her eyes away from it. Her brain kept telling her that what she was seeing was insane, but her body was having a very confusing response. She was panting, her heart pounded hard against her chest, and she was starting to realize that Alec could be right to some degree when he said she thrilled by pain.
She watched the whole performance, staring at the stage.
"What did you think of that?" There was the question she would have loved not to answer.
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