by Eric Bolt
I whisper in her ear, “Pain and pleasure always come together for you.”
She trembles again when I pinch the hard nub under the wet folds of her sex while I chastise my misbehaving sub. “No, no, no, eager pet. You don’t make a sound and you don’t move. Unless I tell you to. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
I swat her buttock with a series of hard slaps, right and left. Her creamy skin immediately shows the red imprints of my hands. It’s lovely.
“Did I say you could talk?”
Although my assault takes her by surprise, I am sure stinging sensations travel to her soaking wet sex, igniting a raging fire in her core. I feel more of her moisture dripping from her smoldering center on to the top of her thighs. I smear it over her hot skin. I smell her arousal and allow a smug smile to part my lips. I nibble her neck then bite my way to her smooth shoulder. I slowly move one hand down her belly until I reach her folds.
“Hmm. Is it all for me, my horny cat?”
I take pleasure in taunting her before entering her with two fingers. I move them inside her hot cave until I find her pleasure nub. I circle her clitoris, pressing the pads of my fingers down hard and pinching the little knot of nerves.
Susan clenches her muscles at the rude treatment; but does not make a sound. I prod her sex further before stretching her as far as I dare go without triggering an orgasm. I feel her womb contracting under my hand and I am sure her legs are wobbly. She leans on my hard body as if searching for support.
I bet she wants to shout. Maybe she wants to slap my hands away. Most of all, I hope she wants to grab my member and suck it until I beg for mercy. She manages to stay quiet though. Her discipline impresses me.
“Good job, fiery cat.” I whisper in her ear as I withdraw my hand from her tight sex. My fingers are glistening with her juices. “I know how hard it is for you to control yourself.”
I slowly trace my way up her torso, leaving her skin smeared with her moisture. It is wicked and hot in equal measure. Susan trembles from head to toes. She must be frustrated. She is clearly turned on. She does not dare make a sound.
At this point, I am about to explode. She is so hot. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils and I need to taste her. I dip my head and suckle one pebbled nipple as I rub the other one with my open hand. Her body reacts to my hands and mouth and she sighs when I pinch one peak and close my mouth over her other breast. I roll the sensitive tip with my wet tongue.
“You’re so sweet,” I groan when I taste her pleasure on the skin I have just smeared. “Like honey and spices. How can you be so yummy?”
I reach down again, this time shoving three fingers inside her while my mouth continues to explore her neck and shoulders, licking my way over her skin. When my fingers are covered in her juices, I take them to Susan’s mouth.
“Here. Lick them clean. Have some of your own honey. It’s addictive.”
She eagerly obeys me, sucking my fingers, slurping up her essence. Her sex is drenched.
“Don’t you dare climax before I give you permission!”
Her inner walls are quivering as it is. I intensify my assault on her breasts, stretching her nipples, sucking her soft skin, massaging the large globes, biting and scraping my rough nails over her sensitive nipples.
Pain and pleasure work in concert to set her sex on fire. She lets a few soft whimpers escape her dry throat.
I think will not resist fucking her senseless for much longer either. My cock is straining so hard against my slacks that it will leave a stain on them.
“Let go of the wall. I have something different in mind for you.” I roughly push her towards the other side of the room until we get to a vanity table. “Spread your legs wide apart. Bend over the table. Grab the opposite edge.”
I push her ass up in the air until I can see her pink folds glistening with her essence. My mouth runs dry and my shaft twitches again begging for release. I run my hands down her back, kneading the soft flesh underneath before reaching her glorious ass. I spread her round butt cheeks apart, tease her little dark hole with the tip of my tongue, and plant a feathery kiss on each globe. I take an ass plug from my pocket and shove it inside her mouth.
“Lick this. You need the lubrication.”
When I am satisfied with the result, I insert it in Susan’s tight hole. I take my time screwing it in place. Her ragged breathing turns my insides into jelly. I straighten my back up and slap her crotch.
One.
Two.
Three hard smacks.
Susan whimpers and tries not to move. Much. I am aware the connection between her clitoris and the ass plug is immediate.
I bet she is burning.
So am I.
I keep my voice steady. “Hold tight to the table. Brace yourself. I’m not going to tie you down right now, but I will do it if you move your hands an inch. Or any other part of your body, in fact.”
She leans forward and our eyes meet in the mirror.
“Look at yourself in the mirror, don’t look at me. Concentrate on your own expression and your body reactions. Learn to read your body. I want you to see how much pleasure your Master gives you, when you behave like the good girl you are not.”
I slap her ass with my open hand. While Susan gets in position, I open my pants to free my now aching, swollen cock. I shiver as a light sheen covers my mushroom head. Susan needs more lubrication than that to take my shaft in. I position myself behind her, grab my rod and tease her folds with the tip. I circle her entrance with it. Her juices coat me promptly, while her heat lures me in. It feels like her sex will suck me in, but I want to make it last for as long as we both can endure.
I look at her in the mirror. Her beautiful round breasts are spilling out of the velvet corset just like I envisioned them earlier. Her eyes are glazed with desire and lust. Her control is hanging by a thin thread. However, I know that’s exactly what she needs.
I reach around Susan, cupping her sex, tracing the outline of her pink folds with my fingers. I find her clitoris and flick the tight nub. Her body shudders from head to toes and my cock almost slips inside her by accident.
I smack her butt.
Hard.
She hisses and her muscles tremble. I grab her by the hips, digging my nails in her pliant flesh to keep her in place.
“Slow down, hungry pet. I haven’t told you to move yet, have I?”
Chapter Five
Susan
Mike realigns himself and prods at my entrance again. Just enough to lubricate his shaft before entering me with only the tip of his big mushroom head. I’m sure he can feel my soft, tight walls spreading to accommodate his width because he stops. I want him to impale me to the hilt in one swift movement. Instead the bastard stops. I hear his teeth clenching, which means he is having to control his own need. Sweat trickles down my body.
“I can’t believe him! How can he stop now? Argh! I’ll scratch his eyes out.”
Another endless second goes by without Mike moving an inch. Then, I hear his strangled whisper in my ear, “Ask me for it.”
I don’t trust my voice, but I swallow hard to clear my throat before obeying him. “Please, sir.”
He enters me for another inch or so and stops again. His legs shake a little and I would bet anything he’s starting to curse his own goddamned idea, but he can’t budge now. So, he slaps each ass cheek hard, making my breasts jiggle. “Please what?”
“Please, take me, sir.”
He moves another inch or two. His huge shaft expands my walls and my muscles stretch to adjust to its girth. It’s excruciating to feel my tight channel gripping his cock. I want him to bang me senseless, but instead he takes his sweet time with it.
“Please, what?”
I want to shout at the top of my lungs. However, my voice sounds like a hoarse whisper when I beg with Mike, “Please take me, sir whichever way you like. I’m yours.”
That must have been the right choice of words because he fi
nally plunges inside me to the hilt. I must feel so tight and soft around his hard member as my contracting muscles squeeze him. I whimper and clench my inner walls. He takes a deep breath as if to calm down and slaps me hard on the butt again.
“I told you to behave or there would be consequences. If you keep doing contracting your muscles, I won’t let you come at all.”
Through the mirror he watches my eyes narrowing, the lids getting heavy. My face is red from my efforts to control my body. My mouth is open in a perfect, round O. My arms and legs quiver.
Mike smiles wickedly and I double my efforts to keep my body in check. He whispers inside my ear. “You’re the perfect picture of lust and passion. A picture I have created.”
My ability to think is reduced to nothing when Mike’s body slams against my back. Hard. His movement drives me forward. Then he pushes back, withdrawing from my sheath almost completely. He poises at the entrance, caressing my pink flesh with his swollen tip as yet another tremor rakes my body. His fingers pinch my hard clitoris and he slides inside me again. He does it so slowly I see stars. He presses the ass plug and twists it a little.
I moan.
Mike keeps the slow rhythm of his stabs moving in and out for some time. Then, he picks up the speed with each new trust. He pulls almost all the way out of my soaking wet sex then stops. Sensing that I’ve reached breaking point, Mike commands, “You may move and speak, but you’ll come only when I tell you to.”
With that ultimatum, Mike penetrates me again, stopping at the entrance and waiting for my body to readjust before impaling me. His sudden movements jerk us both forward. As Mike roughly plows in and out of my slick passage, banging me senseless, I feel I’m about to explode. Mike’s body tighten inside me. It won’t be long now.
“I’ll do my best, sir. You’re so hot, though. I don’t know that I can last much longer. I need you deep inside me. Going deeper. Harder.”
He goes deeper, faster, harder, grabbing me by a hip and a shoulder as I buck against him, matching his thrusts. I gasp and moan so loud I feel his balls tighten in response.
While Mike and I fight for our climaxes, Mike bangs my core and I whimper. I’m losing the battle for control, but it’s a sweet surrender. My body tenses as my energy zeroes in on my innermost core.
Mike’s cock is still pumping in and out of me, ramming my G-spot with every pass. He twists the ass plug and my legs shake under me. I need to hold tighter to the vanity table for support. My walls grip his cock harder when he yanks the ass plug out of me without warning. I’m about to come and I’m sure he knows it.
“I’m almost there. Wait for my command.”
When his body explodes inside me, my contractions intensify as my sex milks him dry, eagerly squeezing all this essence. As an overwhelming release rattles his frame, Mike spurts his seed against my hard clit. I have to use whatever self-control I still have not to come. What I can’t control any longer is a long, drawn-out sigh that sounds like a tormented groan. He seems to take pity on me and decides to end my distress.
“Come for me, gorgeous,” Mike whispers in my ear.
Before he finishes his command, my walls tighten around his cock and I shiver with a mind-blowing series of orgasms. I cry out. My sex still squeezes Mike’s shaft and I can’t see or think straight. I can only babble, “Thank you, sir. Thank you.” I don’t have energy or wit left for much else.
Mike smacks my sex, pinching the little nub there. He’s not punishing me know. I know it. He wants to intensify my sensations. And he’s quite successful. He keeps slapping my sex with his open hand and each sting adds to my orgasms. I’m practically shrieking at this point. He plays my body like a fine musician plays an exquisite, rare instrument. Mike straightens my back up slipping out of me and takes a step back. It seems he’s observing his handiwork through the mirror.
“You are a masterpiece. My masterpiece.”
His words validate my efforts. I keep my eyes on my own face and body, as I have been told to do, my whole being is glowing in the aftermath of great sex. And ours had been just that. Great. My skin is pink all over, except for my butt cheeks which must be much darker for the rough treatment they’d received. I feel them stinging, but it’s the most delicious throbbing sensation. My red hair is a glorious mess of wayward curls. My lips are swollen, and my legs are quivering. I’m sure Mike can see my glistening sex through the thin triangle of red curls, shinning with a mix of my juices and his seed. I look like a woman thoroughly and expertly fucked.
“My hungry pet, you made me proud. I’m sure you can use some rest now. I don’t want you passing out from exhaustion. I’ve got plans for us tonight. Go wash up, then lie down. I’ll come back shortly.”
Before the door closes behind Mike, I slip into a heavy slumber. In my dream, I am spread-eagled and tied down to the old-fashioned four-poster bed. Grace stalks the room until she stands by the bed. There’s nothing I can do to escape whatever she decides to do with me.
“I’m here, no reason to fear. Trust me. I know how to give you pleasure.”
My blood turns ice then hot lava as she kneels on the bed between my legs. I can’t control my reactions, so I close my eyes.
I forget to breathe when her hands cup my breasts. Logical thoughts vanish when her cool fingers touch my aching sex. Then I realize both her hands are on my breasts and the finger inside me is too wet to be a finger. I gasp as something unidentified moves deeper inside my folds, teasing my flesh and arousing my body. It dawns on me it must be Grace’s tongue.
It’s too late for me to pretend I don’t like it. My treacherous sex has clamped around her tongue with all its might. Her chuckles vibrate through my tight channel, multiplying my sensations tenfold. I feel alive as her soft fingers glide over the inside of my thighs and her tongue caresses my folds. Her lips close tight around my clit and she flicks it. It gets so hard it’s almost painful, except it’s not. Exquisite sensations spread through my limbs, I jerk against the handcuffs. It’s impossible to control my body’s reaction. It’s that primal.
“Calm down, pet. We’ve only just begun. We don’t want it to end so quickly, do we?”
Grace’s mouth leaves my sex and move up my body. Her teeth graze my nipple. Her mouth closes around the hard tip, she swirls her tongue around it, then traps it between her teeth. A sharp stab of pain quickly turns into pleasure when she sinks her teeth into my flesh. The sensations connect to my clit.
She holds my folds apart with two fingers as her mouth and teeth work on my breasts. She sucks and nibbles at me and hot juices pool deep inside my body.
She kisses a wet trail down my abdomen until she closed her mouth on my folds again. I hear her slurping sounds as she licks me and drains the hot liquid that overflows my sex.
My body reacts to Grace’s touch with abandon and I gasp when Grace’s double-ended strap-on dildo nudges my wet sex. Her soft thighs rub against mine and a new wave of shivers travel down my spine to concentrate in the tight bundle of nerves that form my clit. I moan and whimper as her dildo moves in and out of me. My wrists and ankles jerk against the plush handcuffs as she fucks me senseless. I have no control over her actions. I have no control over my own body. I have never felt so powerless yet so blissful.
“You’re so hot.” Grace’s hot breath is sweet torture as her tongue finds my nipple. Her voice sounds rough and I feel my walls grip the strap-on. “I’ll fuck you hard until I come.”
Grace increases her speed and I realize she’s working herself into an orgasm. “Don’t come before I give you permission,” she mutters in-between groans.
Her moans of pleasure sound trapped inside her chest as her trembling thighs rub mine and she gradually stops moving inside me, letting the dildo slowly come out of me. My body tingles in the verge of satisfaction yet I can’t get any.
A pair of blue eyes still unfocused by her intense orgasm holds my gaze and she smiles. A pair of dimples appear on each side of her pouty mouth. “I guess you’ve earned your r
elease.” Her hoarse voice sends a new wave of shivers down my spine.
Grace’s mouth latches on my oversensitive clit. She flattens her tongue to lap at the evidence of my arousal. She invades me with her index finger, crooks its tip and searches for my sweet spot. When she finds it, she scrapes and presses on it until I whimper and puff. My eyes filled with unshed tears. “I can’t hold it.”
“Look at me.” When I find her eyes, Grace strokes my hair and kisses me gently, whispering inside my half-open mouth, “That’s okay. You may come now.”
Her words open a dam and waves rush over me. Her fingers and mouth keep on milking me as a seemingly endless series of orgasms seize my body and soul. My walls squeeze her tongue and fingers and hot liquid gush out of me. My body feels weightless, the handcuffs don’t seem to bite into my skin anymore, and my flesh throbs.
Sweet oblivion claims my mind.
Grace gently unties me and settles my spent body in a comfortable position on the huge colonial style bed, rolling me onto my right side. I’m so sated I cannot move.
Too tired to think.
Must rest.
I’m an obedient sub.
Must do as Master told me.
When I come to, post-orgasmic lethargy numbs my body, which is in stark contrast with the titillating shivers playing havoc with my nerves. Hot and ice. As I slowly open my eyes, a very different kind of shiver invades me, chilling my body and soul. While I was sleeping, Mike came back and now his furious face hovers over me.
Shit! I’m in so much trouble.
“What. The. Fuck. Have. You. Done?” he articulates each word in an ominous tone, his usually booming voice subdued.
More chilling shivers run down my spine and I don’t dare reply for fear of making things worse. After all, there’s no explanation to be given. How can I convince him I was dreaming?
I can’t pretend nothing happened when the air smells of sex. The sheets are crumpled and drenched in sweat and bodily fluids. I wince and pull the silk sheet up to my chin trying without success to protect myself from his hard gaze.
