But I know he loved how horny he made me feel, loved the fact that I was, surprisingly, quite the anal-craving slut.
It was on one of those torturous nights I lay fidgeting, that he turned me to face him and looked at me hard.
“Lucy, please. Is it that uncomfortable?”
“It’s just...invasive.”
“Yes, it’s meant to be. In the morning, I’m fucking your ass and I don’t want to have to fight my way in.” Then he’d turned his back on me with a great sigh. Tomorrow, tomorrow... tomorrow!
I squeezed my legs together. I was so horny for his cock and morning was still hours away.
Soon, I heard his breathing get slow and regular, and I shifted ever so slightly and put my hand between my legs.
My clit was wet and swollen. My fingers caressed it furtively, sliding over the slickness. I barely moved, tensing my body. I only tapped at it lightly, but I knew I would come. I almost did, I was so close, when I heard Matthew shift and felt his big hand close hard over mine.
“So against the rules. Did I tell you to touch yourself?”
“No, sir.” Shit.
“Did I say you could come?”
“No, sir,” I almost sobbed, my near orgasm of relief ebbing away. He pulled me close against the front of him and whispered against my ear.
“I put that little toy in your bottom to remind you all night that you belong to me. To remind you that you’re going to take my cock in your ass soon—and often, little one. If you have an orgasm, it’s because I gave it to you and I want to enjoy watching it. I’m sorry you’re a little anal-erotic slut, but you’ve been naughty. What happens to naughty girls?”
“Punishment,” I whispered.
“Tomorrow you’ll take twenty before I fuck your ass. I’m sorry, but that was a very poor choice in judgment.”
“I know, sir. I’m so sorry. I...I was...horny.”
“Yes, clearly. Even so, I’m surprised you’d try it lying right next to me. You know the rules.”
“I thought you were sleeping.” I could be sassy now. I was already getting punished in the morning.
“You just added five,” he snapped. “Now go to sleep, and keep your filthy hands out of your crotch, you horny little slut.”
I almost laughed, but I’d already pushed him pretty far, so I smothered my snort of laughter with a fake burst of coughing.
“You’re really pushing it now,” he said, and pinched my ass so hard that I started to cough for real.
As promised, the next morning, he shook me abruptly.
“Wake up, Lucy. You have five minutes to meet me downstairs and I wouldn’t be late if I was you.”
I scampered off to pee and brush my teeth. I tried to fluff up my hair but I still looked a mess. I ran down the stairs stark naked, blushing as always when I ran past Mrs. Kemp. I burst into the basement room to find Matthew waiting, completely nude as well. Each time I was confronted with his naked strength, his masculine power, it started hot drumbeats in my veins. I stared a moment, transfixed.
“Come on,” he called to me at the door. He already had the leather paddle in his hand. He pointed to one of the sturdier ottomans. “This one.”
I walked over with as much dignity as I could manage. I knelt over the ottoman he indicated like the graceful dancer I was. “Hands.” I offered them obediently and watched him snap the cuffs onto my wrists, already shivering inwardly with lust.
He was in a good mood because he gave me a few warm-ups before he started to land the ones that really hurt. He snapped at me not to tense, but it was hard not to. The pain was so sharp, so stinging, it was hard not to clench and try to evade the blows. Halfway through, he started to lecture me.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Matthew. Eleven!” Ouch!
“Who does your pussy belong to?”
Ouch! “Twelve! You, Matthew! Thirteen!”
“And who does your clitty belong to?”
“Fourteen! You, Matthew! Fifteen!” I started to cry as he laid them on harder. My toes curled and my legs tensed as my eyes flooded over with tears. The broad, thick leather paddle was one of the worst things he used on me.
“And you’ll find out shortly—”
“Sixteen!”
“—who your asshole belongs to.”
I sobbed from seventeen to twenty, choking on the words while I creamed on myself at the same time, thinking of him fucking my ass. Afterward while I composed myself, he stood over me, tapping the paddle against his muscled thigh.
“You are never to touch yourself without me. Even when you go home, you’re still mine.
Here...” He prodded my soaked pussy with the side of the implement. “This is mine and only mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, fidgeting at the crass caress of the paddle. I felt so horny and shamed.
“And if you slip up, Lucy, if you wank yourself at home, you’ll tell me as soon as we’re together and you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And if you ever, ever give yourself to another man without my permission, I’ll invite over 50 of my most horny friends to use you like a whore and fuck you in every hole, one after the other. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I know you’re a horny little bitch, but you’ll fucking control yourself or you’ll fucking know pain. Do you understand me, Lucy?”
“Yes, sir.” The endless mantra. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir to everything you say, forever and ever and ever, Amen.
He went to the armoire to throw down the paddle and sheathe himself. He looked at the various types of lube, noisily trying to decide which one would best help me accommodate his
“fucking massive cock.” Then he pulled the toy out of my ass and jammed copious amounts of lube up inside me, slick and hot. I was excited, but absolutely terrified. I moaned and he slapped my sore bottom.
“Control yourself, you horny little tramp.”
I buried my face in the upholstery as he parted my cheeks, then I felt him against me, pressing against me with the thick head of his cock. Slowly he rocked at my entrance, but he couldn’t get in.
“Open, Lucy!”
I drew a deep breath, clutching at the bottom of the ottoman, my hands still tightly restrained. It hurt like hell, but I wanted it. I desperately wanted him to slide up inside my ass.
Open, open...
“Open,” he coaxed me. “Open. Open. Open. That’s right.” I could feel myself finally relaxing as he thrust just the head of his cock inside. He stopped, waiting for me to adjust. It was so tight, the pain so sharp. He was still so much bigger than any toy I’d endured.
“Jesus, Lucy,” he breathed. He pulled out and slathered more lube on his cock. He squeezed my sore ass cheeks. “Just settle down and relax. You’ve wanted this for a very long time.” He rubbed my lower back and held my hips. Again he breathed, “Open...” and again pushed the head in. I tried with every fiber of my being to be open, and with a sigh, he carefully slid deeper into me. Centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, he slid into me. It felt horrible and yet wonderful at the same time. My entire body tensed and shuddered from the unfamiliar pressure.
“Fuuuuccckkkk...” he groaned. He pulled out a little and then went deeper still.
“Ahhh...good...that’s right, Lucy,” and he drove almost to the hilt. “Tell me if it hurts.”
“It hurts!”
“Tell me if it really hurts,” he said sternly. “If I’m hurting you.” I knew what he meant, because between us, there was hurt, and then there was hurt, and while he gave me hurt with the focus of a zealot, the other kind of hurt was not his thing. He went on fucking me slowly, ascertaining that the hurt he was giving me was the okay kind.
“Just relax...” He massaged my hips, pulling me back onto his cock. Again and again he withdrew, then drove deep again. Each time, I felt invaded anew. “Feel me fuck you. I know it feels different. Try to
get used to how I feel in your ass.” He ran his hand up my back, twining his fingers in my hair. “Your ass feels so fucking good to me, Lucy. I’ll be fucking it all the time.”
He rode me slowly and thoroughly up the ass for what seemed an eternity. I think he truly did it to fixate me to it, to burn the sensation on my brain. Then, with that accomplished, he decided, being my first time assfucking, that I should definitely come. He instructed me clearly that I would come soon, and he pinched my nipples, fucking me hard. I made a desperate sound, moaning and bucking back against him.
“Yes, you like that. I know.” Then he told me, “Now. Now, Lucy, you little whore. You delicious little slut. Come on, come for me. I want to feel your ass clamp down on my dick.” And my ass milked his dick exactly like he wanted it to, and I came hard and fast. The orgasm seized my entire body, and I gave myself up to it, all of it, burning and rocking and crying out like a harlot on fire.
* * *
I sort of liked that he forbade me to touch myself without him, because it was hard. It was really hard, because I always wanted to. Since meeting Matthew and being introduced to his particular brand of power exchange, I drifted through life on a high of carnal lust. I danced and I ate and I slept and I thought of him and the nasty things he did to me, the nasty things he made me do. It was really really hard.
Honestly, I didn’t always manage it. The nights I didn’t see him, I thought of him and dreamed, and sometimes it just seemed worth it to jack myself even if it meant some pain later on. Maybe you wonder why I told him at all, since he had no way of knowing if I touched myself or not. But I was a terrible liar, and he asked me every time, and I was terrified of getting caught in a lie. Truth, beauty. Beauty, truth. We had made our pact, after all. Aside from the one big lie we lived, I tried to be as honest as possible with him.
And we lived a gargantuan lie, at least I did, because he didn’t want a girlfriend, and I was utterly, completely in love with him. I would never have said so to him because I think if I had, he would have ended us at once. So I was truthful as I could be with him within that restrictive framework of deceit.
Yes, I adored Matthew completely, and grasped at all the small, caring things he did for me.
I treasured those fleeting moments of affection like jewels, beautiful sparkling jewels among the many harsh rocks he threw at me. Rocks and stones and boulders, I got it all from him. I never knew exactly what I would get each time I showed up. Sometimes he was easy-going, others he was harsh. Sometimes the rules seemed to relax into comfortable play time, and sometimes the rules brought nothing but pain.
One night Matthew picked me up at the stage door instead of Davis. He told me he’d been at the show. “I love to watch you dance,” he’d said with true admiration. The way it made me feel, I thought I would float away. Then he said, “I’m feeling really nasty tonight. I hope you’re ready.”
“Yes, Matthew, I’m ready.” By that point I was ready for anything, and the idea of him feeling nasty...well, what else was new?
As soon as we got to the basement, he started to strip. “Wait and let me undress you,” he said. When he was naked in all his tall, strong beauty, he crossed to me and undressed me, taking his time.
“You look cute tonight.”
“Thank you, Matthew.”
“Do you know what rimming is?”
“Yes, Matthew.”
“Have you done it before?”
“No, sir.”
While he talked to me, his hands roved over me. He ran his fingers along the marks that still lingered from our last session. He slid his fingers between my legs, gathering the moisture there, then drew them up to finger my asshole.
“Did you touch yourself while you were away from me?”
“No, sir.” He looked at me to ascertain that I gave him truth. He nodded, convinced.
“Good girl. Come on then. I’ve been hard for you since you left. And I have been touching myself,” he added with a smirk. “Come here and kneel between my legs. Kneel up straight and listen to me.”
I knelt in front of him and he scooted to the edge of the sofa, his thighs spread wide on either side of me.
“Look at my cock while I talk to you, Lucy.”
Obediently, I did as he asked, and then he schooled me in the finer arts of fellatio while I explored his cock and more. I learned the precise and ticklish way he liked me to lick his perineum, and practiced some more at licking and sucking his balls. Then he fed instructions to me as I lapped at his asshole, and all the instructions were gratefully appreciated because I would never have figured out how to do it on my own. These were all things that I never would have done, that I never would have even considered or even known about, if I’d been married to Joe.
Or maybe he would have eventually asked for them, but I didn’t think so. For Matthew, they were just more of what he liked.
I was rewarded after his very instructive session by his cock shoved down my throat, a couple of thrusts, and loads and loads of cum. As usual, I savored it with a moan.
“Thank me,” he gasped when he was able to.
“Thank you, sir.”
“You like to swallow my cum?”
“I love to.”
“You liked to jam your tongue in my ass?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Come here. Lay across my lap.”
I did, and at once, he started to spank me. He’d never spanked me like this, not over his knee. His hand hurt like crazy. I was shocked it could hurt so much, just as much as the harder implements. I kicked my legs a little just to work through the unrelenting stinging pain. It was so hard not being restrained. He put up with my fidgeting for a while, but then ordered me to be still. It was too difficult. I flinched and tensed from the fiery slaps to my ass. He pulled my arm back hard.
“Stop it. Don’t tense, it makes my hand hurt. Let me spank you.” He pulled at my hips, making me arch to him. “There. Now behave.”
But it was hard to behave, really hard. I still tensed under the blows, and finally, with a frustrated exhalation, he pushed me off him.
“Stand up. Look at me.” I did, apologetic and ashamed. “Go to the armoire and bring me the toy you wore Tuesday night, the cinnamon lube, and the hairbrush.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hurry.”
So I hurried to get them, and returned. He pulled me back over his lap. Again he forced my hips up so my ass was thrust out in front of him. He lubed up the toy and tried to shove it in, but I tensed again. I couldn’t help it.
“Open, open up,” he ordered, slapping my ass.
He thrust some lube inside me and tried again. This time, with steady pressure, the toy entered me. It was one of the bigger ones, though still not as big as him. Right around the time he got it inside me, I realized that the cinnamon lube stung. I started to squirm with rising panic as he whacked away at me with the hair brush.
“Matthew!”
“Hush.” Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
“Matthew, it stings!”
“Yes, it’s meant to. You need to learn not to tense and clench when I spank your ass.” I moaned plaintively, squirming away from the blows, begging for respite.
“Enough!” he snapped, and paddled me harder, lecturing in a stern voice. “When you clench, it not only hurts my hand, but you bruise more. You’re the one that always complains about the marks with your dancing. You’ll do better if you learn to relax and accept the pain.
That goes for assfucking too, while we’re on the subject.” I just whimpered, kicking my legs like a naughty little whore. He continued paddling my ass to molten fire with the hairbrush while my asshole stung horribly from the sensation of the lube.
Finally he put the brush down next to him.
“Now you lie still. I have some reading to do.”
I lay there across his lap for fifteen minutes while he read some developer’s report. My ass was throbbing and so hot with pain it felt like it radiated heat. If I tensed or fidgete
d against his thighs, he picked up the brush and cracked me again. I tried to be good, I lay as still as I could, but I ended up getting quite a few swats, each one more excruciating than the last on my tender ass cheeks.
Finally he pushed me off his lap and had me kneel in front of him, and then he reviewed everything I’d learned earlier by having me rim and lick and suck him all over again. I was still distracted by the sting in my asshole, so he pinched my nipples hard and held them that way to make me concentrate.
“For fuck’s sake, Lucy. Some enthusiasm. Open your throat. Get your tongue wet for me.
Poke that wet little tongue of yours right into my asshole.” The orders came hard and fast, just like him. When I’d swallowed his cum, and he’d finally released my aching nipples, he looked down at me with an approving smile.
“Good girl. You’re a quick learner. I told you I felt nasty tonight.” I felt nasty too, with the toy in my ass, stinging and throbbing, making me feel so full. “Stand up,” he said, looking me over. “Don’t move.” He got a scary gleam in his eye. He went to the armoire and returned with a massive dildo. I watched warily. It would never fit.
“Come here. Come on.” He put the dildo down, pointing up, on one of the smaller ottomans.
“Sit down on it,” he said. “Straddle the ottoman and work your hot little cunt down on this. I know you’ll like having both your holes stuffed. Won’t you, Lucy?”
“Yes, sir,” I said obediently.
He held my hand to help me balance as I did what he asked. “All the way,” he said. I slowly took it in, my legs trembling. I took my time, and he waited patiently, but once it was fully seated, he pushed me down on it even more. He parted my legs wider, pulling my hips yet again to arch my bottom out. Then he fastened my hands together with cuffs at the small of my back and left me, returning to the sofa to pick up his report. I looked back at him for a moment, my eyes pleading.
“Keep your back straight. Turn around,” he said, not even looking up from the page.
So I sat there while he did his work. My cunt burned from the dildo and my ass burned from the plug. I could feel that I was soaking the ottoman too, absolutely soaking it with the lust between my legs. I was facing away from him so I couldn’t tell if he watched me, but even so, I kept my bottom thrust out the way he liked. I’m sure it was fiery red from the spanking, I could feel it throb, the endlessly erotic sting. I had no idea how long I sat there. It felt like forever as I tried not to come.
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