"Tell me, beautiful, are you multi-orgasmic?"
Oh, those dark eyes, that firm jaw, that strong hand around her neck, that pressure between her legs… Unable to respond even if he'd wanted her to, she was glad it seemed to be a rhetorical question.
"Shall we find out?" Without waiting for a reply, he guided her over to a table in the corner. It was covered with a crimson blanket, which he promptly whipped off to reveal…
Her heart stopped. A Sybian.
She'd seen them before, but only in porn. A thick, black bolster, with a wicked sweep of plastic on top, which vibrated when switched on.
"Straddle it."
Janice met his eyes, then, and almost lost herself in their blazing depths. She felt as if he were able to read her mind as well as her body… instinctively knowing what she needed even before she did herself. Accepting his proffered hand, she clambered up on to the table, carefully straddling the device. As the curves of the plastic nestled comfortably against her soaking, swollen sex, she moaned, helplessly. At this rate, he won't even need to switch it on… I'm that close.
"Arms behind your back."
His reasoning was instantly clear; that position rolled her pelvis forward, putting even more weight on her clit.
"Now listen to me carefully, young lady," Dominick said, pushing her hair aside and brushing his lips against her neck, "I'm going to give you five with the cane. You wanted to see what pleasure and pain feel like combined, didn't you?"
Her response was a throaty whimper.
"And you are not, I repeat, not going to fucking come until you've taken all five like a good girl. Have I made myself clear?"
"Y-yes, Sir."
When his fingers found her straining nipples for the first time, Janice arched her back and groaned, unable to prevent herself from crying out when he pinched them, sharply.
"If you disobey me on this, you will be one very, very sorry young lady. I would be extremely ticked off, and I'm at my most sadistic when I'm annoyed. If, on the other hand, you're a good girl, I will be very, very pleased. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Ever been caned before?"
"Yes, Sir." It had been so long ago, she could barely remember the sensation, but she didn't think it a good idea to mention that.
"Good. Then this should be easy."
When the smooth plastic bump between her spread thighs began to vibrate, Janice almost came undone.
"Feel good?"
"Oh God, Sir, please… please…"
His mocking laugh made it clear he was not about to be merciful. "Concentrate," he snarled, "don't you dare fucking come until you've had all five. Now, lean forward a little. You've got such a pert little ass I don't have much of a target. I'd hate to miss."
Please, please hurry, she begged silently as the renewed shift in her weight crushed her thumping bud even more deliciously against the humming machine.
***
Dominick was in his element. The girl was proving to be even more delectable than he'd anticipated, and every single one of her pleading looks, moans of pleasure and cries of agony made his cock chafe uncomfortably against his leather pants.
Selecting a cane from the vast array behind him, he tested it, letting it sing through the air. She couldn't hear it over the hum of the Sybian, he knew.
"You're so beautiful," he said, running the tip of the cane down her spine, admiring her long, creamy white limbs, her pointed little breasts, the way her crimson buttocks were splayed almost obscenely around the machine.
He'd delivered far more severe sessions, but she'd still taken quite a solid paddling, and her divine butt was a dark pink color, mottled red in places. She'd feel it when she sat down for a day or two. A nice reminder of him.
When he laid the cane against her backside, gauging his aim, she jumped, then let out a cry of frustrated pleasure as the sudden movement adjusted the humming device pressing against her clit. Yes, indeed. Quite the little painslut. Just what the doctor ordered.
"Keep your hands behind your back, right where they are. Am I clear?"
She nodded, forgetting to answer him verbally, and he watched her tighten her hold on her own slender wrists. Dominick was overwhelmed with the desire to grip them in one hand while pounding his cock into her, her long, long legs wrapped around his waist, her cunt contracting and weeping around him...
Soon, perhaps. We haven't discussed that yet, but we will…
Without any additional warning, he drew back the slim, flexible rod, and snapped it hard across her vibrating ass, drawing a neat, scarlet tram line across the top half of her cheeks. A millisecond later, she went rigid and groaned as the pain hit.
"Focus on the pleasure, sweet thing," he crooned in her ear, "savour that exquisite hurt."
Hiss-snap! Hiss-snap! The next two strokes were delivered in quick succession, one directly beneath the other, the vermillion lines standing out starkly against even the mottled, pink flesh.
Janice arched her back and howled with surprise.
Dominick was supremely delighted with her ready, honest responses. And even better was her obedience, her obvious desire to please, to do what he asked of her. "Good girl, such a good girl," he murmured. "Just two more, and then I assure you, you're gonna come harder than you'd ever thought possible."
Raising the cane again, he brought it snapping sharply across the lower curve of her ass, just an inch above the vibrating Sybian. Ignoring her renewed cry of pain, he smirked. "Oh dear. It would seem we're all out of room. This last one, therefore, is gonna be the worst yet."
***
Janice was delirious, every nerve ending in her body ablaze with ecstasy. As hard and sharp as they were, every stroke of that wicked cane so far had merely served to heighten her need for release. Her thighs were quivering with strain, trembling around the bolster with the effort of holding off her climax.
Even in her deepest, darkest fantasies, when she'd lain in bed at night with one hand gripping her nipple, the other moving slowly and deliberately between her legs, picturing this scenario with the Dungeon Master, she hadn't even come close to how dark, how deliciously, agonizingly wonderful the reality was.
It was no good, she realized, she was falling over the edge. The orgasm which had been building since the moment he'd first stroked her hair erupted, then; wave after wave of bliss beginning in her clit and spreading throughout the rest of her vibrating body until she was screaming.
At the peak of her climax, the cane landed again, slanting sharply across the other four welts, that single stroke bringing all the others back to stinging, agonizing life. Instead of detracting from it, the burning pain enhanced her pleasure, sending another orgasmic wave shooting through her distended, humming clit.
Not until she was completely spent, slumped panting forward, all thoughts of posture forgotten as she braced her hands upon the table and fought back the aftershocks, did the Sybian stop vibrating.
"You disobeyed me. Don't think I don't know you started coming before the fifth stroke."
She started. In a daze, Janice turned her head and met his long, liquid eyes. "I-I tried," she stammered. "I… I couldn't… I couldn't hold back."
"It's a shame. Now I have to punish you." His voice dropped to a growl. "I'd much rather have fucked you."
His words sent a new bolt of desire curling through the pit of her stomach. In that moment, she realized just how much she wanted him to do it… to take her… to fuck her. Her raw, numb clit came throbbing back to life, and she felt her pussy contract with the sudden need to be filled. By him. "Please do it," she whispered.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Please f-fuck me." Oh, those blazing eyes.
He appeared to be considering it for a moment. "You're asking me to reward you rather than punish you?" he said at last.
"Y-yes, Sir."
"Let's get you down from there first."
She clung to his thick, muscled arm gratefully as he helped her clamber off both the
Sybian and the table.
"Look at all that girl juice," he said reprovingly, indicating the copious amounts of cream she'd gushed over the device. "I should make you lick it all off."
Her heart stuttered, and she gazed at him, wide-eyed. Surely he wouldn't?
"Luckily for you, I've got something I'd much rather you licked. Get on your knees, sweetheart."
The way he was looking at her was making it difficult for her to remain upright anyway, so she sank to the floor at his feet gratefully.
Stroking her hair, he spoke quietly, almost lovingly. "You have a choice, little one. I can tie you up and punish you for disobeying my explicit orders not to come, or you can suck my dick. If you do that well enough, I might be persuaded to fuck you instead of whipping you until you're crying. What'll it be?"
Janice didn't hesitate. "I—the… the latter, Sir."
"Beg me for it."
"Please, Sir, p-please let me s-suck your c-cock."
"Since you asked so nicely."
As he unzipped his pants, she was watching his eyes, and for the first time, she saw an emotion there she hadn't expected: lust… and even something akin to affection. He's enjoying this as much as I am, she realized. There was me, thinking this was all some kind of favor—God, for all I know, Ellen paid him to do it—but he's actually getting off on it. She was surprised at how happy and relieved she felt at the thought.
His shaft was thick and blunt, his girth so huge that she couldn't actually get her fingers to meet around it, but he was rock hard, and the knowledge that he was as aroused by her as she was by him merely renewed Janice's desire to please him.
Sliding her lips over the head, savouring the smooth skin and slightly salty tang of him, she clasped her hands behind her back without being told. Her clit was thumping again, her pussy aching for the feel of him inside her.
"Good girl. No hands." His voice had thickened, and Janice shivered as she felt his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements.
When she felt the unmistakeable sensation of a crop tapping against her backside, once again renewing the ache he'd caused with his hands, paddle and cane, she didn't even flinch.
"Your mouth feels so damn good," he growled, thrusting himself deeper between her lips.
She mewled around him as the tip of the crop caught her hip, then gagged as his cockhead brushed the back of her throat.
"My sweet, obedient little girl," he whispered, thrusting a little more, "think you can open up and swallow me?"
Janice met his eyes and nodded as much as she could with the thick, pulsating shaft of him deep in her mouth.
"Good girl. You let me fuck your throat and then I'll fuck you until you're begging me to stop." He smacked her sharply with the crop once more. "Would you like that?"
She nodded again, then, as he began to slide in and out of her, going a little deeper each time, she closed her eyes.
Master Dominick the reality was turning out to be even better than the fantasy…
The End
Tabitha Black
I've been lucky enough to be able to combine my two great passions in life - writing and BDSM - since 2005.
In real life, I'm both submissive and a masochist. Of course I use elements of what I've experienced when writing fiction, and most of my leading men are loosely based on what I find attractive in a Top/Daddy/Dominant/Sadist, but it's equally important to note that my stories are strictly fantasy.
As well as writing erotic novellas, I've worked as a glamour model, a business copywriter and a chat host. Now I'm finally in a position where I can focus more on writing fiction again, which makes me very happy. If you want to hear more from/about me, you can check out my blog here, or join my Facebook page. I would love to hear from you!
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Chapter 1
Rosa paced in front of her bed, one hand holding her cell phone to her ear, the other waving the papers she had been contemplating—again. Silver, as her dear friend was to be addressed while at the Castle, was actually here. She had flown all the way from Australia to Ohio, and Rosa had just promised to be there to greet her when she stepped off the bus that would bring her to the Castle.
"Thanks, Rosie. You've really helped reassure me." Silver's voice did sound far calmer than it had at the beginning of the conversation. Of course, maybe the fact that she'd admitted she had been hitting the mini-bar in her hotel room was giving her some much-needed liquid courage as well. Lucky girl—alcohol was basically prohibited at the Castle so Rosa didn't have that choice.
"What are friends for? I can't wait to see you, Silver. I'll see you after you go through orientation," Rosa reassured her once more before saying goodbye.
Pushing the button to end the call, she tossed the phone onto the bed before flopping down beside it, avoiding the eyes she knew were watching her every move, and the ears that, unfortunately, had overheard most of the conversation. She could practically hear the gears turning in Bess's head, wondering how on earth Rosa could be so upbeat and reassuring to her Australian friend when only moments before the phone had rung she had thrown out the possibility that she was thinking about withdrawing from the auction—and at the very last moment.
"Lying is a very punishable offense, you know," Bess said. "As a Nanny at the Castle, you know very well that if a Little is caught lying, at the very least their backside is going to be burning."
Groaning, Rosa rolled onto her back, the papers in her hand fluttering to fall around her. "I know, God, I know, but I feel like a ping-pong ball. What the hell am I going to do?"
Bess shook her head and rose from her chair. "Here's exactly what you are going to do. You are going to pull up your big girl panties and take those papers down to Master Marshall's office. As it is, you're really pushing the time limit." Ignoring Rosa's moan, she reached down and pulled her to a sitting position. "Come on, you know you want to do this. You've been dreaming about it since the moment the auction was even announced as being a possibility. For God's sake, you even wrote out a list of your resolutions for the new year, and correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't 'don't chicken out' at the top of the list?"
"That was before I realized that I'm terrified. I mean, what was I thinking? What if Silver is right, and some troll or horrible person bids on me? Oh, God, what if no-one bids on me? Bess, if you were really my friend, you would have talked me out of this ridiculous scheme."
"You know good and well that Marshall would never let that happen—not to you, not to Silver, and not to a single submissive going up for auction." Bess stood straighter, her hands going to her hips as she put on her strict 'Nanny' face. "Rosalind Raye Reynolds, you made me swear not to let you back out, and if you don't straighten up, young lady, I'm going to spank you myself!"
Rosa had to smile and then giggled, knowing how very effective that 'look' was when directed at one of the many clients who came to the Castle to live out their fantasies of being a Little, instead of living with the responsibilities of their normal Big world.
She had met Bess when she'd got a job at the most talked about place in this part of Ohio. When Rosa had first seen the Castle, her mouth had fallen open, and her insides began quivering.
It was as if she had stepped back in time. Fields of wheat had been waving in the distance, large groves of trees and other landscaping making it appear as if some ancient castle had been caught up in a tornado and plopped down into the middle of nowhere. We're not in Kansas anymore, had popped into her head. Though she didn't own a pair of ruby slippers, she'd clicked her heels together three times and declared herself home.
Rosa discover
ed two things within her first few days of work. The first was that the fifteenth century castle had actually been brought over from Scotland and reassembled, stone by stone. The second was that she absolutely loved her job in the Nursery section of the Castle. It hadn't taken her a day before she realized that there was something about attending to these adult men and women during their stay that filled her heart. It was amazing watching the transformation overcome them as grown-up clothing was removed and childish attire took its place. It was as if with every piece of clothing discarded, stress was released and the happiness of childhood was donned. She had laughed with Bess and the other women that worked as governesses at the antics of their charges, had participated in preparing the naughty ones for punishment, had cuddled quite a few, and had ultimately discovered that she wanted to be one of them. Managing to keep her desire secret for a long time, she had finally admitted to it the day a charity auction was announced and submissives were being sought.
Master Don had been a wonderful man. He was one of the original founders of the Castle, and had spent a great deal of time and effort to create a place where people could live out their fantasies, bringing them to life. His death from cancer had been a huge loss, touching everyone who worked with him. Knowing that all of the proceeds of the auction would go to a charity in his name, had given Rosa that final push to approach Master Marshall and ask if she could volunteer to be one of the submissives to be auctioned for the New Year's event. When he instantly gave his approval, and his thanks for volunteering, she had felt like she was not only going to have a chance to play out her own fantasies, she was also doing it for the very best cause.
Rosa was pulled from her thoughts when she heard her door opening. Looking up, she saw Bess standing in the doorway. "Where are you going? You don't have to go back to your room—"
"I'm not," Bess interrupted. "I'm going to Marshall's office," she went on, her expression neutral, "and you are going with me."
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