by Linnea May
“Do you remember the safe word?” he asked. My heart jumped a little as he did.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Red.”
He kissed me on the forehead. “Good girl. Now lie down on the bed for me.”
I clumsily climbed on the bed and made an effort to remove the robe, but he stopped me. “Leave it on for now, I don’t want you to be cold.”
He followed me on the bed and put his arms around me, softly kissing my neck. I moaned and closed my eyes as his hands continued to explore my body with such affection, care, and so softly it drove me crazy.
And I had an idea that his manner would change soon.
1
“You have no idea how much I want to devour you,” he hissed in my left ear, sounding anything but sweet as he did. “Lie down.”
I obeyed immediately, noticing the wetness between my legs as I made myself comfortable on the white sheets. He was above me as soon as I had lay down, draping the robe around my body. It wasn’t covering my nakedness, but just my arms.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. I did and he kneeled between my knees, stroking up my inner thighs on both sides toward my trembling sex.
“Are you wet for me, my pet?” he asked.
Instead of replying I closed my eyes in shame and nodded helplessly.
He pinched my left inner thigh with two fingers, deliciously close to my wetness. It was driving me insane.
“Answer me, my pet!”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir, what?”
“I am wet, sir.”
He chuckled and moved his hands upward. “You are so cute when you get embarrassed.”
He started massaging my labia, very gently and so close to my clit that it was hard for me remain still. I started squirming with relish beneath his touch. My body was begging for more, but he denied the intensity I wanted so much—for now.
He leaned over my pleading body and started showering my skin with kisses. He started on my hip bone, so deliciously close to my sex, but then moved upward, planting tingly kisses on my tummy. I moaned when he reached my boobs and started sucking on my left nipple, hovering over my racing heart. My nipples had always been one of my most erogenous zones. Sucking on them was like pulling a switch. And he knew that. I groaned in pleasure, arching my back, bending my body beneath him, desperate for more, so desperate to be fucked.
He let go of my left nipple, smiling at me with that devilish smile I knew so well by now. And then he moved on to my right nipple, sucking and nibbling on it a bit harder than he had on my left side. I flinched as he bit especially hard, instinctively raising my arms to defend myself, but he was faster, pushing my arms down on either side while he continued to torture my nipple.
It hurt, but the pain was soon replaced by sheer pleasure. He knew what he was doing and it appeared he knew how much I could handle a lot better than I knew myself.
Eventually, he let go of my right nipple, moving along my collarbone. He was gently skimming my skin with his teeth and suddenly started sucking and biting right above my collarbone. I gasped in surprise. Surely, this would be another one of his marks. And even though it hurt, I didn’t mind at all, but relished his desire for me. He finished with a gentle kiss, and continued, surpassing the collarbone to move up to my face.
“Are you ready?” he whispered, while gently kissing the corner of my mouth.
I nodded in my dazed state, remembering what I had to say just in time. “Yes, sir.”
His lips left mine and he sat up in a sudden move, snapping the first of many orders. “Lift your arms.”
“Yes, sir.” I looked up at him with a mix of confusion and slight fear, but obeyed instantly.
“Put your hands together above your head.”
I did as I was told. “Yes, sir.”
Seemingly out of nowhere, he produced a small piece of black rope and tied my hands together. He didn’t ask whether it was too tight, but regularly checked my face while he fastened the knots. I didn’t flinch once, but stared up at him longingly, hoping he would grant me another kiss for obeying so well.
He finished by tying my hands to the headboard of the bed, leaving just a little room for me to bend my elbows in struggle. And then he did indeed kiss me, passionately invading my mouth while squeezing my nipples with his fingers. I writhed in pleasure.
“Good girl,” he whispered as his left hand wandered down, tickling my belly, stroking along my hipbone and sliding between my legs.
I groaned when he started to play with my clit, expertly as always. I moved toward his hand, desperate to have him inside me. He smiled, but shook his head. “Impatient as always, aren’t you my pet?”
I blushed and tried to contain myself, looking up at him in anticipation. That was when he finally reached to his left, fetching the Hitachi that had been lying on the bedsheets next to my body without me realizing.
The sight of the huge massager caused a silly smile on my face even though I had known about it for a long time and seen them all over the place here. It still struck me as funny how an innocent neck massager, manufactured for relieving tension and relaxing sore muscles, had turned into one of the most popular masturbation aids for women. Though, looking at it now, it seemed quite obvious.
The wolf mirrored my smile and turned on the magic wand. I could tell that he was just as excited as I was, and it scared me a little. He continued to play with my clit with one hand while holding the Hitachi in the other.
He cast me a verifying look as he lowered the Hitachi. “Don’t be scared. It’s on low.”
He had prepared me well but I shrieked in surprise when the vibrating Hitachi touched my mound. It was intense, stronger than any toy I had ever used before. He slowly moved it down toward my clit, observing my reaction with every inch he moved. He moved it along my labia, circling around my sex, but careful not touch my clit. Yet.
I moaned, twitching my body in rhythm with the constant vibration of the Hitachi. It felt incredible. Strong, but so fucking good.
And then he moved it right to the middle, placing it directly on my clit. I shrieked again, louder this time. It actually hurt. “No!”
“No, huh?” he asked, casting me a dark smile. Instead of moving the Hitachi away, he pushed it against my clit, intensifying the sensation by about a hundred levels. I winced in pain. I was sure I couldn’t handle this, it was too much, but before it even occurred to me that I could use the safe word, he stopped and moved the Hitachi away to a less sensitive area.
I panted heavily, staring at the ceiling with my eyes wide open. My sex was trembling with pain and arousal. The relief after he had moved away the Hitachi was soon replaced by disappointment and longing for more.
“Again…” I breathed, surprised at my own words.
He granted my wish immediately, pushing the Hitachi back at my clit, now gently moving it in tiny circles as he did. I groaned loudly, relishing the war of pain and lust within my body.
He moved the massager slightly upward and slid a finger inside me without further ado. And then a second one. I arched my back, yanking the bonds at my wrists as I tried to move my arms. I knew I would come if he even remotely bent his fingers the same way he did last time he fingered me until I had come with the most forceful orgasm that had ever hit me. Until now, that was.
“No, no, I’m gonna c—”
“Oh, no you’re not,” he said, moving the Hitachi away from my clit. “Not yet.”
I looked at him with half-closed pleading eyes. Tiny drips of sweat had appeared on my upper lip and my forehead. I could feel my bangs sticking to my forehead and a trickle of sweat running down my neck. I was dizzy with lust, incapable of a single clear thought other than my longing for release. And for him. I wanted to touch him, pull him closer, feel him inside me. But my hands were tied above my head, the rope cutting into my flesh as I continued to yank on it.
He smiled at me and continued playing with two of his fingers still ins
ide me, bending them, while he used his thumb to gently massage my tormented clit. I squirmed with relish under his touch, returning his erotic, dark gaze.
“Look at you,” he whispered. “I have never seen someone so fucking beautiful.”
I moaned as he bent his fingers the way he had done before, pushing up against that magic spot. This sent another wave of an impending orgasm through my body. Had he continued with what he was doing for just a few seconds longer, there would have been no way for me to escape my release.
But again he stopped, punishing me with another almost-there moment when he pulled out his fingers. He moved closer to me, slightly bent over and put his palm above my sex, covering it with light pressure as if he wanted to calm my trembling nerve endings.
He still had the Hitachi in the other hand, and I started to have an idea of where he was going to use it next.
2
He removed his hand between my legs and started stroking along the right side of my belly, moving toward my breasts, kneading each of them before he squeezed my hard nipples between his thumb and index finger. I moaned, yanking the rope as I arched my back in pleasure.
And then he did something I did not expect. He slapped my breasts. A fierce stroke on my left first, then my right. I shrieked in surprise and pain.
“You still owe me, remember,” he said, when I looked at him, my eyes widely opened in fear. “Fifteen strokes, my pet.”
And he slapped across my breasts again, twice on each side. Not as hard as he had the first two times, but still enough to make me flinch.
“How many?” he asked.
I closed my eyes, having to concentrate for a moment before I could answer. “S-six?”
“Good girl. Keep counting.”
His hand flew across my right breast again.
“Seven.”
And left.
“Eight.”
The next two came right after each other, his hand quickly slapping from one to the other. “Ten.”
It hurt, but not as bad as I would have expected. And I was slightly disappointed when I realized that had stopped. For now.
Instead he cupped my left breast with one hand, slowly moving the vibrating toy closer, until it came in contact with my nipple.
And that was when I really screamed. The intensity was a lot more than I had ever handled on that part of my body. It was pure pain. He drew a circle around my nipple, then changed directions and did it again. It was the strongest pain I had ever received from him. I yanked at the rope so violently that I feared I would break the bed frame when I instinctively tried to cover my tortured nipple.
“Keep your arms up!” he snapped in between my screams.
And I obeyed, pooling all my strength together to withstand the natural urge to coil my body and push away the massage toy. Eventually, he drew the Hitachi away, leaving me panting and sweating beneath him. He gently caressed my left nipple while I tried to regain composure.
There was no time for that though, as he moved on to the right side, repeating what he had done on the left before. Again, I screamed in pain, yanking at the rope, but trying everything within my power to keep my arms up as much as possible. He rotated around my nipple, causing a pain that appeared to spread through my entire torso. I screamed and gasped for air.
Tears were streaming down my face when he took another break. He looked at me, attentively observing my reaction as he reached down to my center once again, pushing two fingers inside me. I moaned in pleasure. A smile appeared on his face.
“Look at you, my beautiful baby doll,” he whispered. “So fucking wet after what I just did to you.”
I sighed, unable to say anything halfway intelligent.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, sir. Please.”
“Don’t come yet,” he warned as he moved the massage toy back to my nipples. I released another scream as it came in contact with my left nipple. This time, he didn’t just draw circles around my nipple, but pressed the vibrating toy right on it, pushing it down on my skin and intensifying the pain. But for some reason it was more endurable this time. Pain and pleasure had been fighting for control the entire time—but now it seemed as if pleasure was about to win over.
He changed sides, now pushing the Hitachi on my other nipple. I arched my back, welcoming the sensation that struck my entire upper body. Groaning in pleasure, I started to move my hips toward him, urging his fingers deeper inside. He continued to finger me while alternating the massage toy between my nipples, tormenting them with sweet pain.
Once again, another orgasm was building up and it was almost too late by the time the wolf stopped. He drew away the Hitachi, pulled out his fingers and leaned over me, untying my hands, while I was lying under him, breathing heavily and staring up at him in a delicious daze.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
He helped me to sit up, granting me another kiss as I looked up at him, drunk with lust.
“Go ahead, baby girl.”
I turned around on all fours, head down, ass up.
“Good girl,” he praised, while he started stroking my trembling sex from behind. He soon replaced his hand with the Hitachi. I flinched when it first touched my clit, but soon gave in to the feeling, enjoying the violent pulses. He pushed the toy against my clit, making the vibrations so intense they were spreading through my entire center.
“Hold it there,” he ordered.
I reached back with my right hand and held the Hitachi in place, pushing it against my clit just as he had. The pain had now completely converted to pure pleasure.
“You still owe me five,” the wolf hissed. “Count!”
And his hand came down on my left ass cheek, sending a sweet vibe of pain to join the pleasurable energy between my legs.
“One!” I yelled helplessly.
Another stroke hit me. On the right side this time.
“Two!”
And then he slapped me with both hands at once, sending burning pain through my entire behind. I shrieked in pain, but did not let go of the massage toy between my legs.
“Four!”
I braced myself for the last one. But instead of executing the last stroke, he pushed his hard cock inside me. I gasped in surprise. He wasted no time, violently pushing himself inside me as deep as possible, filling me with his entire length. I moaned in pleasure and he started to thrust in and out, grabbing me by the hip on each side.
“You may come.”
It was all I needed to hear. I increased the pressure of the massage toy on my clit and leaned into his brute thrusts, welcoming the impending orgasm that was about to hit me.
“I’m c—” I breathed, incapable of finishing the sentence as I reached my climax, turning my voice into unbridled screams. Waves of pleasure rolled through my center, absorbing every part of me. And it did not stop. I opened my eyes, helplessly screaming as the orgasm continued to last unnaturally long.
It almost felt as if it was starting anew when I felt him finding his release between my clenching muscles. His ecstatic moan joined my screams of lust. He pushed his pelvis against my behind, still filling me as his orgasm died down.
I finally let go of the Hitachi, still feeling my sex pulsating when I threw the toy aside. Every muscle of my body relaxed as I lost consciousness for a split second. I collapsed on the sheets. He quickly pulled out and caught me as well as he could, turning me around so I was lying on my back.
I looked at him through half-closed eyes and started sobbing. Without saying anything he lay down next to me, pulling me into his arms and stroking my hair as I sobbed uncontrollably. It was the first time I understood the sweet sensation of catharsis.
“My wonderful pet,” he whispered, cradling me like a little child. “You were incredible.”
Lying on his chest, I hid my face beneath my hair, and shook my head.
“No, you were.”
3
“Why do I have to do this?”
Steph looked at me apologetically and shrugged. “Frankly, because no one else wants to. And I figured better you than me. You have the language skills.”
“So do you!” I protested.
“You got your Master’s degree in England!”
I looked at her, dumbfounded. There had to be a way for me to get out of this tedious task.
“Don’t we have interns for this?” I asked, even though I hated myself for the arrogance that this question reflected. It was not too long ago that I had been an intern myself.
“I don’t know if that would be such a good idea. Besides, she’s sick.”
Of course she was. I rolled my eyes. “When do they want it?”
Steph cleared her throat and put on the most innocent face I had ever seen. This couldn’t mean anything good.
“As soon as possible,” she said. “Today? Tomorrow at the latest.”
I looked at her indignantly. “What? How am I—”
“Tell you what,” she said, raising her hand in an attempt to calm me down. “You don’t have to sit in today’s meeting. I’ll excuse you because of this. It’s nonsense for both of us to sit in there anyway.”
I nodded. “Well, okay.”
That sounded like a fair deal. The afternoon meeting was something I had not been looking forward to anyway. And it might even take longer than the task I had just been given.
I was to translate a welcome speech and two greetings, part of which I had written myself. The spring reception—the first big event since I had started working at the embassy—was only a short time away. The last two weeks had been rather calm, but things started to pick up again and new problems and tasks arose from every corner, most of which could have been resolved a long time ago if certain people in charge were able to think and act quicker. But what was I expecting? This was a public authority after all.
“Why do we even need this in English?” I asked Steph, who had returned to her workplace across the room. “I thought they’d be doing this bilingually and just have a Japanese translator on site.”
“They invited a few other foreign ambassadors and some American big shots, whose companies sponsored the drinks and whatnot.”
“Big shots?” I asked.
