by Jordan Bell
Sean passed the straps across the back of my thighs, the back of my knees, back up over the swell, harder then, harder still, until each rhythmic lashing made me jump and bounce to both meet and shy away from the next strike. In minutes he had me panting from the work out, my abdomen muscles tightening with each strike. None of them hurt, but together they brought my skin to a slow burn, a deeper bruise that extended over my sensitive backside. When I couldn’t hold my shoulders up any more and collapsed forward with my forehead once more to the sheets, the straps fell quiet.
“Still a pretty, quiet sub. So meek and modest.” Sean sighed, regret and pleasure warring in his thick voice. I shuddered pleasantly as he returned close to my backside at the end of the bed. “Tonight, darling, I really want to see you come undone. Make a mess of yourself, Kara. Tell me how it feels.”
Confusion gave me pause until I heard the telltale click and buzz of the vibe and then all at once I tightened up. I heard him exhale a little chuckle when he saw my reaction. He caressed the inside of my thigh with its fat head, cold against my skin, and up to the very wet recesses between my legs. He grazed the shuddering toy across my swollen lips, pushed aggressively against my clit. The electricity sent shocks up my body, shook me and made me gasp and cry. My hips danced involuntarily, wanting more pressure, wanting relief. Too much all at once and not enough.
He pushed the tip to my lips once again and pushed - pushed until they gave way and spread. The vibrator was bigger than him, I realized suddenly, when it spread me and kept spreading to a very slight discomfort. It sunk inside me, deep and thick and it didn’t take long to get me shuddering and convulsing. It was too much all at once when I preferred the slow build.
Then, to my astonishment, he wrapped a set of leather straps around my thighs like a harness that clicked to the end of the vibrator.
“Oh…no…Sean…”
Mistake. He drove the vibrator hard into me, all the way in, and leaned his body across my ass.
“What did you call me?”
“Sir…sir, I meant…”
“Good.”
He let go and the harness held the vibrator in place, a wicked, constant tease into my core. Bumps perfectly aligned with my g-spot, which quickly became too intense, too much.
This was the point where I would have to make the choice. Take it. Let him play me like his toy. Or safeword.
Active submission. I let my forehead back to the sheet and raised my hips higher into the air.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, and without giving me rest, brought the flogger down again. “Give in, my beautiful pet. Tell me what you are feeling.”
Thud. Thud. Thud. The straps fell into a rhythm across both large ass cheeks, across my thighs and back up in a figure 8, circling the vibrator and its delicious intensity. I shuddered, scratched my nails into the bedding and pushed my ass higher into the air.
“I feel…ooh…it’s too intense…”
My insides squeezed around the vibrator. Fluid leaked down my thighs to give away my body’s incredible pleasure. I bit down on my bottom lip and closed my eyes.
Sean brought the flogger down harder, and I jerked with a cry, but instead of pulling away from the straps I pushed into them, a purely thoughtless action.
“Do you like when I hurt you?”
I shuddered and to my great embarrassment I felt myself humping my hips backwards as if it might push the vibrator deeper into me, like I was working it like a lover.
“Kara,” he repeated. I shook my head, bit down on the sheets. He struck harder until my hips let go and I dropped heavy into the bed. My thighs trembled as he turned off the vibrator and removed the harness. I hadn’t come. Neither had he. There was no way he was done.
His hand came down across my left cheek, surprising but not painful. I jerked against my restraints and felt him shush me gently and stroke my hair back with his free hand. The second strike came down against the right, then left, then right.
“Do you enjoy being used like a toy, Kara?” he murmured, his voice dark and husky. “Answer me.”
I whined, humiliation making it hard to form words, but I knew how he loved to make me admit to him my secret fantasies. He knew I loved admitting them under duress. “Yes, I…yes. Yes, sir.”
This time when he brought his hand down there was pain and I screamed when his hand shocked me with its force. I pulled on my restraints reflexively, but he was ready and clamped one hand down across the nape of my neck to still my fight.
The next three strikes were just as hard if not worse and I struggled, really struggled not to balk and flee, if that were even possible. It never occurred to me to safeword - I was not in any danger and never was, but that’s the body’s natural reaction to pain. Get away from it as fast as possible, and even after so many punishments at Marcus’s hand or Sean’s, I still reacted with flight. He held my writhing body firmly into the mattress, which couldn’t decide if it loved the pain or feared it. I rubbed my cheek into the soft linen and whimpered pitifully.
The next strikes were less deliberately painful, but by then my backside was already burning hot. Sweat broke out across my skin and dripped from the small of my back down to my shoulders. Without a word he dipped his hand between my legs to cup my mons and finger the wetness growing there to see just how open I’d already gotten.
“Do you enjoy humiliation, Kara?” He played it cool but his voice shook from the effort and the thrill of his administrations. His heart beat through his skin and I felt it hammering inside my chest with my own heartbeat. Against my hip he nuzzled the hard bulge of his erection, in case I had any doubts to his level of arousal.
His question sent a mewl of denial through me, but he knew as surely as I did that at his hands I craved it. My dirty secret. Make me submit, please, force my surrender and teach me my place. What I wouldn’t give for that level of loss of control? I shuddered and squeezed my eyes and involuntarily opened my knees to make my shameless sex more open to him. He growled pleasantly at my wanton behavior, even if I couldn’t voice my love for it.
“You’ll tell me, little whore. Deny me nothing.” He shoved his fingers inside of me, unsympathetic when I tried to buck from their pressure. He tightened his hold on my neck and I hid my face deeper into the mattress. He dropped his voice from demanding to promising. “Deny me nothing and I will give you everything, pet.”
“Yes!” I gasped when he pushed his thumb against the puckered opening of my anus. “Yes I like it! Yes I want it!”
Sean pulled his sopping fingers from my pussy and brought the flat of his palm down across my slick lips with the same force he’d struck my upturned ass, but the pain was so extraordinary I had to bite down on the sheets to restrain my scream. He struck my sex again, twice, less hard with a cupped hand that made so much noise and sent fragile cracks through my composure. My hips bucked into his hand, wiggled to feel him inside me again, but he denied me such pleasure, a low, teasing chuckle escaping from him. I looked over my shoulder up at him, at his academic good looks. No one would ever think this boy would crave such animal pleasure, or that I would not only allow him to assault me with a barrage of exquisite pain, but relish the euphoria of such a power exchange.
He let go of my neck and removed his hand from my sex as suddenly as he’d started his assault. I trembled, exhausted already, my upturned bottom burning. I heard the zipper drawn down his pants, tooth by tooth.
And then Sean mounted me from behind. He stretched my cheeks apart in both hands and drove himself deep inside me, buried himself between my slick lips until he’d rooted himself inside me and there he stayed for several long gasping moments. I shuddered and rocked and clawed at the bedding, fulfilled thoroughly my his invasion. He curled himself around my curved body, one arm wrapping around my stomach and the other balanced on the bed beside my shoulder. The scrape of his pubic hair rough against my reddened ass.
He started moving, grunting as if in pain as he pulled out to the ridge of his head before shov
ing himself back in. Not once did he let go of his hold on me or straighten. He dropped a kiss to the birthmark between my shoulder blades and took up an aggressive rhythm.
“Little whore,” he rasped, driving forward and out again. He arched and pushed up into me as I shuddered and writhed soundlessly into his body.
I had no words for how fantastic my body felt in his hands. He had a way of making me feel dirty and gorgeous at the same time.
“Lay down.” He drove into me once more and held still. He urged my hips to the bed with the weight of his own. I dug my nails into the sheets and laid out flat. He pressed his weight down into me, knees on either side of mine, cock still buried to the hilt inside me. He lowered his face close to my neck, breath hot and ragged in my ear. He wrapped one arm around my mouth, silencing my voice into his forearm. His other rested against my face, fingers wrapped into my hair. He captured me completely in his strong arms. He rolled his hips in and out of me, grinding and burying himself repeatedly in short, powerful thrusts. His breathing labored, heavy and husky against my ear. I’d never felt so overpowered by the strength of a man before, not by anyone, and it felt terrifying and frantic at the same time. In moments I was rolling my hips against the sheets and into him, helping him work deeper, rubbing my swollen clit against the bed, feeling perverse and voracious and not at all ashamed. That’s what time had given me, shameless access to my own pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he panted, so low I could barely hear him over his ragged breathing. “I own you, Kara. Be a good girl and take it.”
I moaned wildly and shook as tiny bursts of pleasure went off deep inside me until they were blinding in strength, until I was jerking and bucking and coming with abandon. He released the leverage he had on my mouth and hair and reached for my hands, slid his fingers between mine and pinned them into the mattress. I sucked in air, cried and whined in time with his thrusts and kept coming in long, mind-blowing waves. He growled between my shoulder blades and then released my hands, pulled himself out, and came all over my back and buttocks.
He shuddered as if his muscles couldn’t support him anymore, then crawled exhausted up the side of the bed to kneel at my restrained hands. He unhooked the one beside him, pushed it out of the way, and grabbed my hair in his first, not aggressively but firmly. I turned my eyes up to his to see a half smile and greedy blue eyes swallowing me up.
“Open your mouth,” he panted and I obeyed gladly. He fed his softening cock into my mouth, the salty sharp flavor of our mutual pleasure coating my tongue. I bobbed my head with the last of my energy, cleaned him off before he pulled out. He unhooked my collar and my other hand so that I could finally collapse into the bed.
Sean stretched out on the bed beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me into him. He spooned me easily and nestled his mouth into the back of my neck.
“My beautiful girl,” he murmured into my hair before we both slipped into a content and necessary sleep.
7
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Sean woke up first, so when I finally peeled my eyes open, he was already mostly dressed and on the phone. The sky was still dark and the clock next to the bed said it was a little after ten. We’d been asleep for a couple of hours and my body felt sore and happy.
“Hey,” he said when he clicked off the phone and pocketed it. “I’m going to go out and grab some food. Help yourself to the shower.”
“Why don’t we order in?” I rolled onto my back and regretted it when I felt the soreness of my well-spanked backside.
“Something’s happened at Zach’s office and I need to be on the phone with him for a while. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.” He crossed the room and alighted himself on the edge of the bed. He leaned down and kissed my mouth sweetly. “Wish I could join you for your shower. I’d like to help wash you. I remember you enjoyed that.”
I smiled and snuggled my cheek into his thigh. “I do enjoy that. Next time. I’m sure we can get me dirty again when you get back.”
“Tease. Be good until I get back.” He smiled and kissed my forehead before heading out. I counted in my head until I heard the front door shut. His condo was way bigger than mine. What was it about the men in my life having bigger places than me?
I wondered what had happened at Zach’s office as I clicked on the bathroom light and took a good solid minute to be impressed by Sean’s private bathroom. Blue tile so dark it was almost black tiled the floor and glass in light blue and transparent grew up the walls. Where the transparent glass tiles fell I could see a deeper, darker green-blue beneath. The ceiling had a light bluish paint undulating across the expanse of the room. There were several light switches by the door, and a moment playing with them discovered a setting where the light dimmed but shed waves of glossy white light serpentine over the ceiling and high on the walls giving the impression of being underwater. It was breathtaking.
I left the underwater setting on while I inspected the shower, a tiled room of its own beyond the tub, several jets on each wall and a small window. The jetted tub screamed opulence, but I was eager to get cleaned up so I could explore the rest of the apartment before Sean returned.
I tiptoed my bare feet across the room, nabbed a fluffy white towel from the closet and hung it on a ring outside the shower. The controls on the four jets required an engineering degree to figure out, but I managed to get them working. It was like bathing in the rain. Each jet was set at different pressure settings so that my whole body felt massaged. I could have moved into his shower and been a happy girl.
A noise from the main room startled my thoughts. I rinsed the suds from my hair and clicked the water off and strained to listen. It seemed too soon for Sean to be back, but I could have sworn I heard…something. I had no idea what.
I heard it again. Like a boot tapping on tile. I smiled. Apparently Sean had changed his mind about ordering in. Good.
I reached around the corner for my towel but felt only cold tile against my fingers. I frowned and stepped out of the shower room but my towel was gone.
A game? I didn’t know what it could be unless he wanted to see me wet and naked. I crossed the room carefully so that the water I dripped everywhere didn’t make me slip. I opened the closet to get another towel.
The shelves were empty.
I jerked my hands from the closet door like it might start on fire. I didn’t understand and this didn’t feel funny to me. It didn’t feel like something Sean would do it all.
I ran to the door and jerked it open but the knob met resistance. Locked! I struggled with the knob and it gave with a whine but not enough to open. I shook the door in its frame as panic and adrenaline laced fear dumped into my blood stream.
“Sean!” I screamed and pounded my fist on the door. Suddenly my nakedness felt too vulnerable, too exposed. Water made the floor in front of the door slick and dangerous and I couldn’t gain purchase when I shook and yanked at the door. It rattled but didn’t give.
Someone had locked me in the bathroom.
On the other side something crashed to the floor with such riotous noise I immediately jerked my hands back from the door and took a wobbly step away from it. The second crash followed a first and beyond the fragile bathroom door someone was tearing Sean’s apartment to pieces.
Suddenly the locked door didn’t feel safe enough either. In my panic I turned and slipped and crashed into the tile floor, pain jarring my kneecaps up my thighs to my hips. I cringed as I struggled to stand, but it was like trying to stand on ice. Somehow I crawled over to the tub and wedged my body into the space between it and the wall, as if that offered any protection at all. Hiding in the little shower room made me feel nauseous - I did not want to get trapped in there, even if out here was little better.
The noises continued, one right after the other. Drawers dragged from their moorings and dumped on the floor. A lamp yanked from a wall. A picture crashed to the floor to break into a million pieces. The sounds were worse and clasping my palms against my
ears gave me no relief. The throb of pain swelled my right knee where the skin had split against grout and the edge of a tile, my terror pumping blood down my wet shin, but I didn’t make any effort to stop it. I had to shut out the sounds of violence.
Something had happened at Zach’s office and now something was happening at Sean’s home. That couldn’t be a coincidence.
Minutes of chaos stretched into years and I almost didn’t recognize the silence when it finally came. The silence was worse. I didn’t know what the silence meant. Were they gone? Were they waiting on the other side? Would they come for me next?
And then in my panic I realized, they’d already come for me. They’d been in the bathroom while I showered. They’d crossed the room, stolen my towels, left me naked and defenseless. Someone was terrorizing me on purpose.
Sean. If he walked in on them, what would they do? But if he didn’t come home soon, who knows what else they might do?
Hot tears welled in my eyes and I willed myself not to cry, but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t make a sound though, other than my already panicked breathing. The hot tears slid down my cheeks and fell to my knees pressed against my chest, indecipherable from the water droplets on my skin.
A fist struck the bathroom door and I screamed involuntarily before clamping a hand over my mouth. Quiet, Kara. Be quiet. Let them leave. Don’t give them fuel to keep going.
But they didn’t keep going. The silence settled over the condo and I felt the emptiness of the room beyond this one. I heard nothing for ten minutes, twenty. Thirty. Where was Sean?
Finally after I don’t know how long, I heard voices in the apartment, then shouts. My name. I heard my name and the pounding of boots on wood floor then muffled by carpet. I heard the noise of debris being kicked out of the way and then hands on the door.
