by Liz Andrews
“Hey now, be careful.” His arms wrapped around to support her, and she leaned into his embrace. “You need to let me know if something is too much for you.”
“I didn’t know.” Kneeling there, she had pushed the pain away, concentrating only on the pleasure.
“You need to listen more to your body, and I need to check with you more often. I should have realized—” He cut off whatever it was he was going to say and, stepping up to her side, took her hand and guided her across the room. She took a tentative step and then another as she felt stronger. The sensation of walking with a blindfold on was an odd one to say the least. Disoriented, she had no idea where he was leading her.
“What… Where…”
“What I want, where I want, that’s all you need to know.”
She felt her legs bump against something, and before she realized what was happening, his hand was on her back pushing her down. She’d seen a padded bench in the room when she entered, but had never imagined she’d soon be bent over the round, cushioned arms.
Tanya braced her arms, bent at the elbows, on either side of her breasts and partially supported herself on the bench. Worried for a moment about her clamped nipples, she was surprised how much she enjoyed the sensation of them rubbing against the bench. Victor maneuvered a pillow under her head to raise it slightly. She felt completely vulnerable with her ass in the air.
But that wasn’t enough for him. He pulled her legs apart, exposing her further. She should have been expecting it, but she jumped as his hand came down, spanking her bare ass. “Ahh, my little submissive loves to be used, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” she answered, welcoming the heat from his hand. “I love it.”
“Good girl. You’re learning.”
Now that he knew how much she liked the blows, three more followed in quick succession. Not really hard, but stinging enough. With rapid fire, he treated her ass to the heat of his hand, making her squirm in response. Every swat to her ass pushed her breasts into the bench, causing a throbbing ache in the clamped nipples. She shifted, spreading her legs, hoping he might smack her pussy as well. But no such luck. Then just as quickly as he’d begun, he stopped.
“Show me your ass.”
“Wha—you can see it.” Confused, she wasn’t sure what he wanted.
He ran a finger over the seam of her rear, and realization began to sink in. “No, I want to see you open and ready. Show me.” His hand landed with a crack on her ass once again, sending another shot of fire through her.
“I…I can’t… I mean…my arms.”
“You can, and you will. Figure it out.” His tone was hard and brooked no argument.
Pressing her burning cheek against the bench, she maneuvered her arms free and reached behind herself to pull apart her ass cheeks. Her pussy was dripping, but he continued to ignore her need. Instead she felt the cold trickle of lubrication dripping on her rosette. He pushed her hands aside, and his fingers began to massage the gel over her hole, slipping inside and thrusting back and forth. As he added more of the liquid, she moaned and pushed back against him, silently begging him for more.
Victor was more than happy to accommodate her. “That’s it, baby, ride my fingers like the little whore you are.”
“Victor, please, I need…”
“Begging, I like it.” He positioned the plug against her anus and started to ease the unyielding glass inside. It hurt a bit at first, but the more she relaxed and opened herself to him, the less painful it was. He used long, slow strokes, pressing deeper and deeper.
“You like this, don’t you?” He leaned down, moving his lips closer to her ear. “I know you do. Your pussy is so wet, you’re soaking the fabric. I know what a dirty girl you are.”
The feeling of being filled and his words were all just too much, and she gave a muffled cry of frustration. He stilled for a moment and pulled back. She felt him place one hand on the small of her back and the other at the base of the plug. “Talk to me, Tanya, are you okay?”
“Yes, it’s just… I never thought…” Words escaped her. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to be stretched and filled, to be used for his pleasure.
“Don’t be afraid of your feelings. It’s okay to enjoy your submission.”
“Yes, oh God, yes, I like it. I love it.” She writhed under him, sobbing with delight. “Fuck me, please, Victor, fuck me.”
“Ah, ah, ah. You don’t tell me what to do, remember?” Another hard spank to her ass had her moaning once again. “Besides, we still have one more toy to play with.”
She’d forgotten about the flogger for a moment, but now it was uppermost in her mind. Especially when she felt the tresses of the leather trailing over the backs of her legs. The barely there touch had her shivering in anticipation of what was to come. She wasn’t sure how he would use the flogger, and her uncertainty made her a bit nervous.
“Why are you torturing me?” The words popped out of her mouth before she realized she’d said them.
With a deep and throaty chuckle, he pulled her to her feet. “Because I can.” She shivered again, this time in apprehension. He tugged on the chain between the two nipple clamps, eliciting a groan from her. The sensations, which had decreased to a dull thud of pain, were suddenly shooting through her body yet again. “Time for these to go.”
The pinch of both clamps were removed simultaneously, and she cried out as the blood rushed to the tender nubs. Her automatic reaction was to rub the soreness, but he beat her to it. Moving behind her, he reached around and rubbed the tips of her breasts in the palm of his hand. Just as she was beginning to enjoy the feelings, though, he stopped. “We can’t forget your flogging.”
Victor led her to another area of the room. “I want you to lean forward and support yourself on the wall.”
With a tentative hand, she reached out in front of her. It was slightly padded, and she thought back to when she first came into the room, but she couldn’t remember anything in here that would have represented this wall. Still, she hadn’t explored the entire area fully. Worried that she was taking too long to comply with his commands, Tanya leaned forward, her cheek and hands pressed against the padding.
“I was wondering if you’d changed your mind.”
“No.” She wasn’t sure how to explain herself, but Victor caught on to her hesitation.
“Good.” He stepped up behind her, and she could feel the brush of his clothing on her bare back. “Before we get started, I want to talk to you about safety words. You will say ‘yellow’ if you need me to slow down or take a break, and ‘red’ if you want me to stop. Keep in mind, though, if we stop, we stop for the night, so choose your word carefully.”
“I understand.”
“And if you’re a good girl and keep this in”—he tapped on the base of the plug still lodged in her ass—“then you’ll receive a reward at the end.” He stepped away from her and stood silent for a long moment. She was almost ready to call out to see if he’d somehow left the room without her realizing it when the first blow landed.
It wasn’t as hard as she imagined, yet it was so much more than she ever thought. Beginning light and soft, it was almost a caress. The flogger moved in a crisscross pattern down her back, over her ass, and across her thighs. The steady rhythm of strikes almost lulled her into a kind of dazed restfulness until he spoke.
“This is the warm-up, similar to what you do before beginning a workout.”
As he returned to her shoulders, the flogging was harder than before. He began to alternate between her back and buttocks and then added in her thighs, changing things up just when she thought she knew where he was going to hit next. The bloom of heat emanating from the treatment spread across her entire body. Still, it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. In fact, she discovered she was pushing away from the wall at times, meeting him as the blows landed.
“My God, you’re streaked with the lash marks. It’s so fucking beautiful.”
“Please don’t stop,
not yet.”
“No worries. I have no intention of stopping.”
As the flogging continued, she could no longer restrain her moans, and she was blatantly rolling her hips. Every time a blow landed on her ass, she was made constantly aware of the glass plug lodged there. She desperately wanted to plunge her hand between her thighs and rub her pussy until she reached orgasm. Not that it would take her very long. Her clit was throbbing with need, and she had soaked her inner thighs with her juices.
“Victor, I can’t… I need…”
“Are you using one of your safe words?”
“No, no, I just need to come. Please.” The last word was dragged from her when a particularly hard blow landed.
“You will not come until I say.” His words were emphatic.
The blows of the flogger seemed to change now, from the heavy, thudded type to a more stingy sensation. Not sure what had changed, Tanya only knew the pain was different. Not bad, just adding to her overall stimulation. She had no idea how long the flogging had been going on at that point. In some ways it seemed forever, and she didn’t know if she could last much longer.
As if he somehow sensed just how on the edge she was, the blows came to a sudden end. She felt something soft and furry stroking over her skin. She shuddered at the change in sensation, her body coming down from the high she’d experienced due to the flogging.
Victor was whispering to her, praising her, but Tanya could barely make out the words. It was the tone that soothed and calmed her racing heart. His arms were wrapped around her, and he was gently moving her away from the wall. Then her world was suddenly atilt as he swept her into his embrace. She clutched his neck as he walked from the playroom, content to know that wherever he was taking her she would be well cared for.
Chapter Six
During their entire session, Victor had done his best to remain impartial to his desire for Tanya. It had been difficult to say the least, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. Her complete and utter submission and how perfectly she reacted to the flogger had him raging to plunge his cock into her and make her his. He’d marked her, now he needed to feel her under him.
Selfishly, he wanted her in his bed, literally. He could have fucked her in the playroom, probably right against the wall, and she would have accepted him, no questions asked. But as much as he needed her as his submissive, he desired more as well. He may have proposed only a week together, but he would be taking much more. Their first time having sex might have been over his desk, but this time he planned to take his time and do it right.
When he reached his room, he kicked open the door and strode toward the bed. Laying her down on the bed, Victor brushed away the hair covering her face. Her eyes were closed, but she had a Mona Lisa smile gracing her lips. He brushed a thumb over her bottom lip, and she slowly opened her eyes.
“Do I get my reward?”
“Most definitely. You’ve been a very good girl.”
She pushed herself up to a seated position, her interest obviously piqued. “Are you going to tell me what I get?”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you? I wouldn’t want you to forget who’s in charge.”
Rising to her knees, she reached out a tentative hand. “There’s no chance of that. I do wear your collar as well as your marks, after all.”
As if he needed her to remind him. He took her hand and helped her off the bed. “Let’s see just how well you remember. Undress me.”
She reached out and began to unbutton his shirt, surprising him by starting with his cuffs. Her hands shook as she moved to the front of the shirt, and it probably took her twice as long as it normally would to release the fastenings. When she got down to the bottom of the shirt where it was tucked into his pants, she hesitated for a moment. Her hand lingered on his belt buckle for a brief moment but then grasped the shirt and tugged it free to finish unbuttoning.
He noted she’d been very careful the entire time to keep her hand on the fabric of his shirt, but as if she could no longer help herself, she reached inside his shirt to run her hands along his abdomen and up his chest. Victor sucked in his breath at her touch, the first she’d ever given him of her own accord. Her fingers explored the dips and valleys of his muscles, flitting lightly over his flat nipples and across his collarbone.
Unable to take much more, he grasped her wrists in his hands, halting her exploration. “Stop playing and do as you were told.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want an apology. I want action.” He released her hands then, huffing out the breath he’d been holding in.
Tanya quickly stripped the shirt from him and then turned to drape it over the nearby chair. “Could you…sit down so I can get your socks and shoes?”
He sat on the bed, amused she was avoiding removing his pants as long as possible. When she knelt at his feet and then sat back on her heels, he felt a little tug in his heart seeing her in that position. He could imagine this as a nightly ritual for them. He shook the thought from his head when he realized she’d made quick work of her task. Standing with his legs slightly apart, he kept his hand on her shoulder, preventing her from standing as well, allowing her only to rise to her knees. “Stay down there and finish your job.”
She began to unfasten his belt buckle, then pulled the belt from the loops. Dropping it on the floor, she reached out and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. Hands at his waistband, she pulled both pants and briefs over his hips and down his legs. His erection, aching and hard, sprung free.
Tanya’s gaze was locked on to his shaft, which was erect and jutting from his body. She licked her lips, and he had to bite back a groan of pleasure. He knew how talented her mouth was, but he wanted to fuck her. Her tight little pussy clenching around his cock was what he needed to quench his desires, and nothing else would do.
“Get on the bed, hands and knees, now.” He bit out the fierce command, feeling an immense sense of pleasure as she jumped up instantly to obey.
Just knowing how quickly she acquiesced to his demands had him hardening even more. Fuck. At this rate, he wouldn’t last two seconds. Tanya was the picture of the perfect little submissive. She was kneeling on the bed, her head down, her ass was filled with a plug and pushed back toward him, and her legs were spread wide to showcase her pretty pink cunt. The marks of his lashing were highlighted over her body in a testament to his control over her.
Stepping toward the bed, he ran a finger over one of the marks, and she shivered under his touch. He’d deliberately refrained from touching her pussy earlier in the evening, wanting her wet and aching for him when this time came. With an eagerness he hadn’t felt in a while, he reached between her legs to stroke over the swollen, weeping flesh, and she cried out, almost losing her balance before she righted herself.
“My sweet submissive is more than ready for me.”
“Yes, yes.” Her breathy little affirmations made him smile.
“Do you want me to fuck your cunt while your ass is still stuffed with the plug? It’ll be a very tight fit, having both your holes filled at once.” Victor deliberately used the coarse language to see if she would shy away from her desires, but once again she impressed him.
She gave a shuddering moan. “Yes, fuck me please. I need it so bad.”
She wasn’t the only one.
Pulling open the bedside drawer, he removed a condom and ripped open the foil packet. He sheathed himself and moved onto the bed behind her. With one hand on his erection, he found her opening and pressed hard, sinking the head of his shaft inside with one thrust.
She grunted at the intrusion but began pushing back against him, trying to take more of him into her. He smacked her ass lightly, more than aware of how tender her flesh had to be. “I’m the one doing the fucking here. Don’t move until I say so.”
He knew she was needy, but so was he. Victor was going to do this his way. “This cunt is mine.” He pushed deep inside her, relentlessly forcing his way into her tight channel. When he fi
nally sank balls deep, he paused for a moment. He could feel her clenching on him, and he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. Leaning over her, he whispered into her ear, “You don’t come until I tell you to come.”
She groaned and then nodded, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip so hard he was sure she would break the skin. He released her hair and held on to her hips and began a slow and steady rhythm. He reveled in his enjoyment of her pussy. With every thrust, he could feel the presence of the plug in her ass. Even though he told her not to move, he noticed little, almost-imperceptible movements of her hips.
“My little whore wants more, huh?” She whimpered and immediately stilled her hips. He could see her body shaking as she tried to remain immobile. He pulled his hips back until just his crown was penetrating her, and she gave another whimper.
“No, please don’t stop. I’ll be good.”
Damn right she would be. “I’m giving you a gift. Fuck back on my cock and show me what you can do with this cunt of yours. Just remember, no coming without my permission.”
Tanya needed no more urging. She jerked her hips against him, pushing back onto his shaft with all the force she could muster. There wasn’t much finesse in her movements, but she made up for the lack of subtlety with her enthusiasm. Where he had been slow and steady, she seemed almost desperate, slamming her hips back against him with abandon.
The muscles of her sheath squeezed him tight with every backward thrust. He was barely able to hold on to his own control. With each rough thrust, he could feel his cock plundering her pussy, filling her up until he thought he could last no longer. A sheen of sweat glistened on her back from her efforts, and he could see she was trembling on the edge of climax. But Tanya had a will of iron, and Victor knew she would be determined to hold on until he gave her his consent. Which made her the perfect submissive for him.
