by Michelle Fox
She gave a wordless sob so lost in sensation that nothing mattered. Not her pride or her dignity. Her entire existence was centered in the focal point between her legs.
It seemed he took pity on her and began to rub the sweet spot inside her once again. Within seconds her back arched up and she shrieked as the orgasm exploded. All thought was obliterated by the pleasure rushing her. She bucked in his lap, dimly aware of his cock swelling against her rib cage. His hardness triggered the visceral memory of the night before and she shuddered with its echoes as well as the climax.
When she was a softly panting mass of boneless flesh across his lap, he withdrew his hand and resumed spanking her. She was so buzzed from the orgasm that the spanks didn’t register as pain. She was able to fully relax and absorb the impact of his blows, her body rocking and jiggling as if she was flotsam on the wave of his hand.
By the time he was done, her ass pulsed with both pain and pleasure. Turning his attention to the dildo lodged tight in her back entrance, he pumped it in and out, gently shimmying it from side to side in an effort to open her even wider.
Then pushing her off his lap, he said. “Go lean over the kitchen counter.”
Selena put a hand to her head as all the blood that had pooled there while she’d been over his knee made a quick exit. Feeling lightheaded, she wobbled over to the kitchen island and bent over. The cool granite hit her breasts like ice and the tips contracted into stiff points as goose bumps shivered over the rest of her body. With quiet acceptance she prostrated herself as instructed, her hands gripping either side of the counter in an effort to brace herself.
Khan’s presence loomed behind her, an unseen yet still palpable shadow. “Spread your legs.”
She shifted her feet apart and he strapped elastic around each of her thighs, which secured what she assumed was a vibrator between her legs. Pressing it firmly against her clit, he then took a step back to admire his handiwork. “Your skin is a beautiful red, your pussy is a shy pink and your ass is open for me.” To prove the point, he inserted a finger into her back entrance, the action meeting little resistance. “I’m going to bury myself deep in you.” His other hand squeezed her ass cheek. “You’re going to be screaming my name soon.”
Selena shivered again, not from the cold but his dark promises that seemed to echo her every unspoken need and desire. I’ve always wanted this. It’s like he was made for me. With a pang, she recalled they had only a few short nights together. I don’t want him to go.
He ran a hand down her back. “Sometimes I have to tie girls up and force them to receive my gifts. But you...you want everything hell has to offer, don’t you?” His voice fell to a low whisper, a baritone frequency that seemed to invade her flesh and make her womb contract with need. “I don’t have to tie you up.”
“No, Sir.” Her eyes closed, her breath exhaled in a soft sigh as she gave herself over to him. Any resistance or anxiety had been spanked out of her. He’d tenderized her, made her ready to receive any punishment he saw fit to mete out. This is why I’ve never done this before. No mere man could make me ready like this.
“Because it’s your first time, I will allow you to orgasm.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, the head of his enormous cock grazed her flesh and she moaned, wanting him inside her as soon as possible. It’s the only way I feel complete.
He set his cock head against her back entrance and with steady pressure won his way inside. Because the dildo had stretched her out so well, her body offered little resistance. It was a good kind of tight. When he had fully penetrated her, the vibrator resting on her clit buzzed to life. Selena started with a loud gasp. Instant pleasure arced through her in an electric current that ran from her core to her nipples and back.
Khan pulled back and then thrust back into her ass. He gathered up the flesh of each of her cheeks in each large warm palm and squeezed. The pressure reactivated the throbbing sting of her spanking, tinting pleasure with pain. Instead of dimming her body’s reaction to the vibrator, it heightened it and suddenly Selena was coming.
The orgasm rode through her hard and fast...there and gone in the space of a heaving breath. The vibrator stopped buzzing for several minutes afterward while he pumped in and out of her. He was so massive compared to her slight frame that she had to dig her feet into the floor and lock her knees to keep herself in place.
The vibrator started up again with a jolt and buzzed her clit. Her body was a little less sensitive this time around. The stimulation was pleasant, but unable to bring about an instant climax like it had before. Somehow, whether by his demon magic or the use of remote, Khan played with the speed as he took her. The vibrator would alternate between super fast and very slow, a rhythm that gradually pushed her up the heights of pleasure and on the cusp of another climax.
He picked up the pace, sensing her burgeoning orgasm. His cock filled her, pushing deeper and wider than before, forcing little grunts from Selena. As she neared the peak, they turned into keening moans and, when she came, a wailing shriek. Khan groaned as his climax overtook him and it felt like a volcano spurted inside her, with Khan always being warmer than Selena, no matter how hot she was.
In the aftermath of their orgasms, they remained joined together. The vibrator went still along with Khan until the only movement Selena felt was the in and out of his breathing, as his stomach made gentle contact with her backside.
“That was amazing, Sir. Thank you.”
He pulled out and stepped away. Selena turned and dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes widening at the site of his cock. He was still semi-hard and glistening with a slick wetness. Again, the size of him struck her as impossibly long and wide. She almost couldn’t believe that he’d been inside her, but the pleasant ache inside her told her he had.
He found a clean washcloth in the kitchen and wet it under the faucet. “You’ll be sore and pink tomorrow, burning deep in your belly from my touch and remembering you are mine. All mine.”
“I wish I could be yours for more than three nights,” she murmured.
He paused at the sentiment. He was still for so long, she looked up at him. At the gloomy expression his face, she said, “Have I said something wrong, Sir?” The idea of displeasing him made her stomach sink.
Khan handed her the washcloth and motioned for her to clean his shaft. “I am more than pleased with you, pet. I wish we had more time too.”
“Is there a way for you to come back?” She ran the cloth up and down his length, careful not to miss a spot.
He fisted a hand in her hair, squeezing it in a rebuke she didn’t understand. “I am forbidden to speak of it. Do not ask what I cannot answer.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said. But he admitted there is a way for him to be free, she thought hopefully. Maybe I can find it.
Khan pulled her to her feet and down the hall toward her bedroom. “There’s just enough night left for you to serve me one last time before we must part.” He threw her down on the bed, spread her legs and stood between them, his cock hard and long. With one smooth thrust, he was inside her, stretching her.
Selena gasped and undulated under him. In their short time together, she had come to love the moments where he claimed her. Where he showed her in no uncertain terms that she was his to do with as he pleased.
He reached for her breasts as he pumped in and out of her, pinching the sensitive tips between his fingers until she arched up, searching for slack.
“Sir,” she said, her voice a keening note.
“I want your nipples hard for me.” He released her breasts and then smacked them with sharp slaps. Selena hissed and her core spasmed. As rough as his treatment of her breasts were, it also felt good. Between his enormous cock plowing into her tight, wet passage and the tweaks of her nipples, she couldn’t hold back.
She came with a loud cry and still he pumped her, hard and merciless as a machine. He worked her breasts again. Another crest rose, even higher this time, and, when the second orgasm crashed over her, s
he shook as if she was made of jelly, her stomach convulsing as her body attempted to clamp down on his shaft.
And still he went on, until she wondered if he was going to fuck and spank her breasts forever. Her nipples were raw and throbbing by the time he finally bellowed his release. Burying his head in her neck he kissed her, teeth scraping her flesh as his cock danced inside her. The primal nature of his climax alone made Selena shiver with a little mini-orgasm, her body responding to his.
After a moment, he recovered enough to slide out of her. Straddling her shoulders, his glistening cock bumped her lips. “Lick me clean, pet.”
Selena opened her mouth and he glided over her teeth to bump the back of her throat. When her eyes went wide, he made a soothing sound. “You’re not choking, pet. Try to breathe through your nose.”
She ran her tongue around his shaft, tasting their mixed juices. While she was doing that, he snapped his fingers and showed her the pair of jeweled hoops that appeared in his hands. “Do you know what these are?”
Selena shook her head and mumbled “No Sir,” around the girth of his cock.
“They’re nipple rings. You’re to wear them tomorrow.”
Despite all the orgasms she’d had that night already, her core fluttered, coming to life at the idea of the nipple rings.
“You like that, don’t you? Knowing you’re mine even when I’m not there.” He smoothed her hair away from her face, a look of approval on his face.
She nodded. I love that he owns me. I want to be his. Again her heart ached to think they only had one more night together. I’ll never find another man like him.
Pulling out of her mouth, he scooted down to settle over her hips. He ran a thumb across her well abused nipple. “The rings require an erect nipple.” Leaning down he slurped her little nub up into his mouth, thrashing it with his tongue.
A tortured pleasure shuddered through Selena. Her nipple protested with sparks of fiery pain, yet, at the same time, her libido surged to life, eager for more.
With a smile, he let her nipple go and settled the ring over the erect nub. Squeezing it tight so it wouldn’t slip off, he gave her tip a little flick with his finger. “They’re mostly decorative, but you’ll feel them, especially when you move.”
Khan gave her other breast the same treatment and by the time he was done, Selena was a mess of soft sighs and pleading undulations of her hips.
“You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you.” She locked gazes with him and he leaned down to press a tender kiss against her lips.
“Such devotion deserves a reward.” He kneeled by her side, his cock hard again, jutting out in front him. He laid down and, with impressive strength, lifted her above him, centering her over his cock.
Selena’s entire passage flexed around him as she slid down his length. “Oh,” she breathed.
“Dawn will be here soon. If you want to come, you’d better move fast.” He folded his arms behind his head and watched her with an amused smile as she worked herself up and down his shaft.
“What happens if I open the locket after the third night?” She looked down at him, curious.
He went still and then said, quietly, “Life as you know it would end.”
She paused, frowning. “What does that mean? Would I die? Go to hell?”
He shook his head. “I can’t say anything more.”
“Has anyone ever done it? Wanted more than three nights?”
He looked sad. “No.”
She trailed her fingers across his chest. “I can’t imagine that.”
He caught her hand and kissed her palm, his eyes locked with hers. “None of them were you.”
His admission sent a little tingle of delight through her.
He gave her a little smack on the flank. “Now, hurry before we run out of time, pet.”
She smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
Bouncing up and down, she worked her pelvic muscles, squeezing him as hard as she could. Within seconds she was sweating and pre-orgasmic quivers fluttered in her belly. She came with a harsh cry, just as the first ray of sunlight broke through the bedroom curtains. Khan faded under her like a ghost, a look of regret in his eyes. She collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath as pleasure rocked her. There were tears in her eyes too, because now there was only one night left with her demon lover.
***
The next day, she called in sick to work. Her body ached and was almost feverish with the aftermath of her second night with Khan. Thanks to the nipple rings, her breasts were heavy with stiff, throbbing tips. The little jewels served as weights, sliding along the wire and tugging on her nipples from different angles every time she moved.
There’s no way I’m going into the office in this state. Plus, not having to worry about her boss left her free to focus on Khan. He’s the only man I want to be thinking about today.
Wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, she made some coffee and scrambled eggs. Taking her food with her, she sat on the couch settling in for a leisurely morning of watching her favorite day time television shows. At lunchtime, her phone rang and she frowned as she read the caller id. It wasn’t a number she recognized but the 544 prefix was from work.
She hit the mute button on the remote, silencing the afternoon news. “Hello?”
“Ah, Selena. How are you feeling?” The slick voice of her boss oozed into her ear, causing her to wince.
She pulled her robe tight over her chest. “I’m recovering slowly.”
“Flu?”
She shrugged even though he couldn’t see her. “I don’t know.”
“I thought maybe you were avoiding me.”
“No, just sick.”
There was a long silence where he waited, expecting her to say something more, but she refused.
“Well, just checking in. I hope you feel better soon because I have big plans for us, Selena.”
She made a face. Ugh. “I’ll probably be back in the office on Monday.”
“Great. Come see me as soon as you get in, all right?”
Selena rolled her eyes. “Sure.”
“And wear a skirt. Something short.”
She refused to dignify his lechery with a response and simply said, “Have a nice weekend. See you Monday.” After that she hung up and stared at the ceiling as she replayed their conversation in her head. A dark foreboding filled her. Something was up. Jason had plans and she just knew that no good would come of them.
Taking a deep breath, she went to pour herself more coffee. That’s two days away. I’m just going to focus on Khan for the moment and I’ll worry about Jason later.
Resolved, she sipped her coffee and walked through her apartment, tidying up as she went. Her mug empty, she dumped the coffee grounds into the garbage and set the bag out on her back patio. After that she took a shower. The water hitting her nipples was a shock of sensation. Her knees went weak as the spray teased her enflamed breasts. Her core spasmed too and her hand went to the nexus of her legs, finger seeking out the sensitive nub there. Just a few quick strokes and she would be over the edge. Her fingers hesitated and she bit her lip. With a sigh, she removed her hand. It didn’t feel right without Khan’s permission.
He owns me completely even when he’s not here to touch me, she thought with wonder as she hurried to finish her shower. Clean and dry, she decided to take a nap.
She woke to a dark room and an ominous silence. She tried to move her arm to turn on the lamp on her nightstand but couldn’t. Blinking in confusion, she looked up and in the dim light she made out the thick ropes binding her hands over head.
She looked about the room, searching for him. “Sir?” Her heart beat fast. She had over slept. She should have been there waiting for him when he appeared and sensed her current circumstances were part of a larger punishment.
As if reading her mind, Khan stepped forward out of the shadows in the corner of her bedroom. His expression was stern, his gaze hard. “You failed me.”
“I’m so sorry, Sir.�
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“You will be punished.”
“I deserve it, Sir.”
He pointed to the ceiling, drawing her attention to the vibrator hanging down like a sex pendulum. It was in line with her core, and all she would have to do was lift her hips up and she would make contact. “You must chase the vibrator, but you may not come. As incentive--” he paused to show her a long stick with a flap on the end that she recognized as a crop. “For every second the vibrator isn’t dancing on your pussy, you’ll be cropped.”
Selena swallowed and eyed the vibrator. This is impossible.
“We start in three, two, one.” He smacked the crop on her fleshiest part of her hip and Selena yelped. Moving fast, he slapped the opposite hip and then work over the tops of her thighs. Each stinging hit made Selena jump and she bumped into the vibrator, accidentally setting it swinging.
Soon her legs were almost glowing with red hot heat, the blood rushing to the surface in response to the crop’s stern attention. Desperate for a break, she arched her hips up in an attempt to snag the vibrator. Luck smiled on her and she got it in position without too much effort, but now she had a new problem: The cropping stopped, as he’d explained, but the vibrator was strong and quickly pushing her toward orgasm.
Selena bit her lip and her ass flexed as she circled her hips. Pleasure rose up hotter than any welt from a crop, and her breathing quickened. She was close, so close.
“If you come, you’ll earn a whipping.” Khan’s voice was cool and matter-of-fact.
Reluctantly Selena dropped her hips and the vibrator swung away. The crop kissed her skin like an asp, lashing out to strike her with sharp bites of pain. Khan moved away from her legs to her stomach and then up to her breasts, where he paused for a moment to remove the nipple rings and rub his fingers across her taut breasts. “How did the rings feel?”
“Like your hands were still on me,” Selena said. She gave a mewling yelp as he pinched a nipple between his fingers and jerked it up. The rough handling only served to turn her on even more and he knew it too, judging the smirk on his face as he gave her other nipple the same treatment.
