She was swinging her head around wildly, knowing what was coming next and not wanting to think of it, chomping at the wide, leather covered bit he'd forced between her teeth and well back into her mouth, strapping it tightly behind her head near where her pony tail trapped that long mane.
The bit assured him that she wouldn't be able to utter anything but long, anguished moans and high pitched shrieks as he had his way with any part of her body he chose to turn his attentions to.
"I love to see your breasts like this," he whispered hoarsely, having to hold himself back from just taking her and having done with it.
Raina wanted to twist and turn and wiggle and writhe, but every movement merely accentuated the agonized condition of her breasts, so she stood as still as she could, whimpering softly behind her gag.
And then the cat fell, softly at first, almost caressingly, once on the top of each breast as he picked up a rhythm and began slapping that horrid thing down on her more frequently, windmilling it as he heard the knots splat against her skin, and watched her struggle not to dance to the tune he was calling and thus increase her own suffering.
Then he moved the windmill forward and to the side, so that it would hit that nipple flesh that was already in excruciating pain, adding another layer of explicit discomfort, and she did begin to move then. She had absolutely no choice. The stinging added to the incessant ache he'd already created had overtaken her brain, and Raina could no longer think; she could only react.
When he was finished, when there were lovely, angry red lines criss crossing that plumped out breast flesh, he stood in front of her again, the cat discarded, listening to her soft, stunted sobbing. He held a wicked looking knife in one hand. "You must remain still, Raina. I don't want a nick in my property," he ordered. Seconds later, he had cut through the nylons binding each of her breasts, slipping his fingers beneath them so that they fell to the ground, releasing all of that pent up blood into her starved body.
Raina's breasts tingled and prickled terribly, and her poor beleaguered nipples that were still trapped and clamped by those torturous clothes pins swelled immediately as much a they could, which wasn't much, and that only made them hurt more. Then, after she'd settled somewhat from that latent insult, in one quick movement, he set his fingers on the closed ends of the pins that were pinching those sweet nipples, and opened them quickly, removing them entirely and dropping them on the floor with the strands of stockings.
Her squeals and shrieks as those small buds became engorged, as they were meant to be, as they had been trying to be all along, brought a barely there smile to his face, and suddenly, he couldn't wait any longer to do what he wanted.
He lowered her arms some, so that they were more to her sides than stretched upwards as if she was pleading with the ceiling for mercy, so that she could lean into them. And she would need it. He was throbbing so badly he was afraid things were going a lot more quickly than he intended.
Moving around behind her, he ran his hands down her flank possessively, squeezing the already blazing red cheeks, noting with immense satisfaction the bright red stripes he'd laid there. But as much as he simply wanted to part those cheeks and drive himself into her - into whichever opening his cock found first - he knew that if he did that, she'd be forced away from him by his own thrusts.
So he went to the closet and tugged out a barricade that she sometimes had to bend low over to receive a correction. It was a simple wooden wall, with an almost saddle like leather area for her to lie across, with lots of padding for her to be pushed up against - hard, like he liked to - without getting bruises he hadn't intended for her to wear. It bolted very securely to the floor, so that even he would have a very hard time knocking it over.
After he'd gotten everything arranged the way he wanted it, all the while still listening to her cries and sobs, he came again to stand behind her, reveling in the sight he'd made of that luscious bottom. He placed a hand on either rounded cheek, over the welts he'd laid previously, and saw her head jerk up at his touch. Blindfolded or not, she no doubt knew what was in store for her merely by the positioning of the sturdy horse in front of her.
"Ah yes, my dear. I've held myself off as long as I can, and now I'm going to bury myself inside you," he growled, leaning over her. "I'm going to fuck you, Raina. In whatever hole I find first."
The spreader bar kept her legs well apart, and because she could lean onto the platform he'd put in front of her, he forced her ankles even further apart, since he had no concerns that she would fall over. He wanted her exposed, and that's just the way she found herself.
As he rose from the squat he'd assumed to make those adjustments, he let his fingers trail up the insides of her legs, until they found that lush, humid grotto they were so familiar with, inserting themselves between lips that had been naturally tugged apart, that provided absolutely no defense against his marauding exploration. She was, as he'd suspected, dripping wet, and he carried some of that dew to her clit, which was already as engorged as her nipples, pinching and tweaking it, lazily considering that it needed its own clothespin, but not willing to go to that trouble.
He was too interested in slaking his own desires at this point.
Appreciating the fact that he was fully clothed and she was completely naked - which, for him, was a hugely sexual situation in and of itself - he undressed himself as little as was necessary to free his rock hard erection, unzipping his pants and rearranging his underwear, but guaranteeing that she could feel the fine fabric of his Armani pants against her sore butt. Keeping those cheeks spread well apart, both of those enticing openings automatically exposed by the way the horse required her to bend low over it, he nevertheless stabbed blindly into her, his rigid cock finding a home in the area of least resistance, swelling up into her pussy as it clamped down upon him almost as surely as those clothespins had clamped down on her poor nipples.
A sigh of the purest of ecstasies escaped his lips as he drank in the sight of her, nude and bent and bound before him, blind and mute, able only to receive that which he decided to give, be in pain or pleasure. After only about three strokes, he knew that he could easily lose complete control, so he backed away for a moment and came around to her head, reaching to the back of it to unbuckle the rod that was yanked so far back in her mouth that it bit into that other set of rounded cheeks.
It fell to the floor with a thud. "Tell me who you belong to," he commanded, moving back around behind her to drive himself into her again, hearing her guttural moan as his swollen length filled her to capacity.
"You, Sir," she whispered.
"Again, louder," he commanded, snapping himself in and out of her in time with his orders.
Raina cleared her scratchy throat and tried again, anxious to please him. "You, Sir,"
"Engagement, wedding, common law marriage, who do you belong to?" he ground out, pumping into her harder and harder.
"You, Sir," she answered immediately through her own groans as she tried to absorb the impact of his powerful strokes.
He let himself enjoy her, just a bit, just for a while, enjoying the way she couldn't quite cringe from him, that she couldn't escape from whatever he did to her, and knowing that she was christening his cock with her own juices, knowing that she loved what he did to her.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her woman's passage, placing his glistening head at her bottom hole. "Is there going to be a pre nup between us, Raina?"
He watched her lower her head. Raina knew when she was defeated. "No, Sir," she tried not to whisper.
At her words, he pushed himself against that small opening, only able to force it to accept a small amount of him on the first try.
"Is there ever again going to be any doubt in your mind as to who is in charge here?"
Almost afraid to say it, but even more afraid not to, Raina answered as softly as she dared, "No, Sir."
He simply leaned his hips into her, almost gently, forcing his way into her. Forcing her body to comply with his dem
ands.
"Who owns you, body and soul, Raina?"
Panting, and trying desperately to relax, she breathed, "You, Sir." She could feel him, stretching her almost beyond her capacity, easing off only slightly to then pressed even further in.
"You just keep saying that while I rape your bottom, Raina. There's nothing you can do about it, anyway. You just keep reminding yourself out loud who it is that controls you and your life."
She did as she was told as he took her, her voice breaking as he settled completely into her, up to the hilt, leaning over her as she began to sob at the ache he was creating, and the uncomfortable feeling of fullness she couldn't eliminate. He fucked her slowly at first, in and out, and she knew that he had put some sort of slickness on himself at some point which eased his way, and the easier it got, the harder he slammed into her as she chanted that phrase over and over, hating the fact that being treated this way was only making her that much slicker.
Sometimes, her Master had brought her to pleasure doing just this, and it was the memories of just that situation that flooded her genitals, pooling the ecstasy in a place that she knew wasn't going to get any attention from him for quite some time, if then.
For now, she had to concentrate on repeating who she belonged to over and over as he claimed the very insides of her for himself, reinforcing what she was saying in the most basic, physical manner a man could.
He reached out and was able to grab her ponytail, to pull her head back with a calculated gentleness that belied what he was doing to the rest of her body and use it as a rein, keeping her head up carefully, not wanting to jerk or hurt her neck, but rather just to provide yet another reminder of his power over her.
He took her then, indulging himself completely with and within her, running his hand over her back and bottom, knowing she'd become accustomed enough that he didn't have to be quite as careful as he had been, letting himself go to a certain extent, always watchful of her condition, however.
The end, though, the uncontrollable ecstasy was already tingling in his loins, and he knew that he simply wasn't going to be able to hold off as long as he would like to. It just wasn't going to happen. And he knew that that was for the best, actually, because if he'd continued pumping in and out of her, she might extract a level of pleasure he wasn't yet willing to impart to her. So it was for the best when he threw back his head and roared his bliss to the exposed beam ceiling.
Raina sobbed as he emptied himself into her, each short sharp ending thrust rocking her poor breasts, and coldly pressing the material and zipper of his dress pants against her blazing buttocks.
But it was not over.
Only when he was through, when he'd eked the last of himself out into her bottom, did he disengage from her, clean himself up, and come back around to unhook her from the chains that hung from the ceiling, then her feet from the eye hooks in the floor. He carried her to her trusty table, then reattached her there so that she was immobile again, her bottom at the very end - almost hanging off - the end of the table, her legs held via the bar between them, well back and spread, her privates laid out before him like a buffet.
He rolled his big comfy office chair out from behind his desk, and planted himself in it, where he would have the easiest time of molesting her. Slowly. Calculatedly.
It was a long evening for Raina.
Her Master took complete and total enjoyment from torturing her in the usual manner - spanking, paddling, belting her, using the cat, binding her breasts. But sometimes he tortured her in a completely different manner - he forced her to spend hours on the edge of an incredibly explosive culmination - but wouldn't allow her to actually realize it.
He'd done this several times before, and Raina knew, even though she couldn't see what he was doing, exactly what she was in for. She'd almost rather have been caned for the next three hours rather than having to go through what she knew she was in for.
He knew her all too well. Once he'd sat down, he popped back up, only to remove her blindfold, so that she could see herself and him in the mirror that he'd had hung directly above several days after that awful Santa Claus examination. And, even worse than seeing herself lying there, he began to talk to her, describing just what he was seeing. It added insult to injury that everything he did, everything he said, everything she saw being done to herself, no matter how degrading or humiliating, made her body weep and ache and throb.
At first, he didn't touch her. He merely leaned over, placing his face mere inches from exactly where she wanted him to bury it, speaking to her in that low, almost hypnotic tone he sometimes used if he needed to calm her. "I think I say it every time I get you trussed up in any way at all, but I love seeing you like this. I love it when you're completely helpless. You're such a good sub - you never seem to really rebel, but I like making sure you couldn't even if you were of a mind to. I like having you spread before me - so that I can see every inch, every spec of what your body usually tries to hide from my eyes by its mere design."
Raina could feel his hot breath wafting over her privates, and even just that slightest touch was enough to make her want to arch up against it, which, of course, she couldn't. Raina thought that if he just touched her once, if she felt anything against that part of her body, she would come apart, despite all of the rules he had in place for her about denying her own release until she had permission from him to do so.
And she knew that that was a long time away, and she was right.
As he spoke, he reminded her that if she gave in, if she let herself go one instant before he allowed it, that he would make her very, very sorry. All Raina could hope was that he wouldn't use his mouth until the very last.
His words of warning flowed over her various points of overheated skin of one sort or another, then into her ears, where it traveled back down to the area he was sitting in front of. She was so sensitized to him that she couldn't help but respond to any effort he made towards her, especially in this situation. Her clit was so engorged it was as if it was trying to reach out to him, to gain his attention, and most specifically his touch.
But what he did was draw his fingertips - his rough, callused fingertips - over the area, starting at where her pubic hair, if he had been allowed it, would have begun, down through her natural crease, but consciously avoiding that heightened nub, not pausing to plunge into her dripping womanhood, or even further abuse that already plundered bottom hole of hers. Instead, he just kept drawing his fingers over her, over the close insides of her thighs, into the creases where leg met pubic area, and back up and down again.
Then he donned a leather glove and did exactly the same thing, this time poking a little bit more, not trying to pleasure her in any way, merely inspecting what he owned. He took his time - he had nowhere to go, and he'd seen to it that she didn't, either.
Chapter Six
Raina was ready to burst. He had been very slowly licking her for at least the past year, his broad tongue only coming in contact with that inch or so of engorged flesh for seconds at a time, not spending any time where she really wanted him. She had been reduced to trying to arch up into him when he got anywhere near that area, so much so that he had introduced a belt across her hips that held them nicely in place, such that she no longer even had that outlet, that ability to ease the horrendous ache he was creating.
She could see herself in the mirror on the ceiling and she could see it every time he advanced towards her, and that only made her body anticipate the pleasure even that much more. Raina could see how desperate she looked, how lewdly she was spread and, as if she couldn't feel it already, how completely she was bound, to him and by him.
After what seemed like decades, he finally rested his chin on her bare pubic bone, whispering the words she so longed to hear.
"I'm going to put my fingers inside you now, and then I'm going to put my mouth over that bright red clit of yours. I bet I could talk you into an orgasm right now, couldn't I? I wouldn't even need to touch you."
Rai
na nodded emphatically, nearly in tears at the thought of the relief she was going to feel when he finally let her explode between his lips.
"We'll leave that for another time."
All of a sudden, with no real warning, she felt herself parted by his thick fingers, which he rudely shoved up insider her. But she was just as happy to have the stimulation as his flesh dragged along hers, inciting each and every already rioting nerve.
"Hold on. Not yet," he murmured, "not yet." He adjusted himself a little, then poised over her clit, his lips actually brushing against her as he spoke. "When you feel me take you in my mouth, then you may come, but not until then. Do you understand me?"
Raina nodded, her eyes transfixed on the images of them above her.
With that, he leaned forward and sealed his mouth over her while his fingers plunged at will in and out of her. As often happened when she had held herself off for so long, it was no longer an instantaneous thing. It took him four, maybe five strokes before the way his hot, wet mouth had settled around her, and the fact that she had permission to give in that anguished ache she'd been holding at bay for so long seeped into her brain and let her let go of the leash she'd had tight around her desires.
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