by Mayburn, Ann
He took a step back, putting his mouth into the crook of his arm to hide his laughter. Dammit, she was so unlike any woman he’d ever topped. Free-spirited and sweet, an addictive combination. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this much, and he found that thought impossibly sad. Sobering, he stepped closer and played with the edge of her garters where they curved over her arse.
“You can let your hair down.”
The brush of her silky strands against his face was something he savored. Part of rising into his top space involved a deepening of appreciation for physical sensations. Both for himself and for his submissive. Her pleasure was his pleasure, but her pain was also his pleasure. The trust she placed in him to not abuse her, yet give her enough pain with her arousal to begin to train her body to confuse the two, was staggering. He would do his utmost to make sure this scene was the best it could possibly be for both of them. And right now the strands of her hair falling across his face was heaven on earth.
Fuck, he needed to stop acting like a besotted plonker and do what he had to, to make her feel whole again. She wasn’t here to be his plaything—well, she was—but she was relying on him to help her heal, and he was messing up with all this lovey-dovey bullshit. Kira didn’t need to be courted. She needed to be fucked.
That meant it was time to be cruel in order to be kind.
Indulging himself, he grabbed a handful of her hair and proceeded to drag her across the room by it.
“Ow!” She started to reach up, then wisely kept her hands down and followed him as best she could in her hunched-over position.
He made his way to the corner that held shelves and cupboards of toys. Everything here was new, purchased specially for Kira. He didn’t want anything touching her that someone else had used, no matter how sterilized it had been.
He released her hair, and she straightened, rubbing her scalp.
“Kira, you do remember your safe word, correct?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Very good. Place your elbows on the countertop and spread your legs.”
That lovely blush suffused her body again, and she slowly, grudgingly did as he asked.
Irritated, he walked behind her and slapped her bum hard enough to sting. “I see you still have a problem remembering orders.”
“I did— I mean, I’m sorry, my lord.”
“Close your eyes.”
He turned his back on her, sure she was looking, but removing the items he needed from a lower cupboard prevented her from seeing them. Because of her sass, her resistance to his will, she’d earned herself a larger toy than what he’d been going to start with. Still a small beginner size, but slightly larger than what he’d first intended to use.
It was going to hurt, and she was going to come hard and long.
He turned and noticed she had pulled her hair over her face, a psychological shield against him. That was fine; he didn’t have to see her face to know what her body wanted. Moving slowly behind her, he put the toys into his pants pockets and began to remove his shirt.
Tossing it over to the side, he then stood behind her, in the position he’d be in if he wanted to fuck her like this. He adjusted himself, then pressed his cock, still contained behind his pants, between the generous cheeks of her arse. She stiffened, and he stroked his hands along her hips, over the edges of her garter, and across her buttocks. When he didn’t move, she began to slowly calm, and by the time he leaned forward and placed his bare chest against her back, she was relaxed enough to moan in pleasure.
“Feel that, love? The way electricity sparks between our bare skin. It’s a special chemistry we have together because right now you belong to me. Your body, your soul knows it and tries to draw me closer.”
He began to kiss her back and rubbed his lips over her adorable freckles as he continued his way over her spine, paying special attention to every scar and bump he found on the way down. So many, of various ages and sizes. If it had just been the scars from her accident, he wouldn’t have been worried, but this amount of damage was an indication of someone who took unnecessary risks with their body. An adrenaline-junkie submissive was a dangerous combination, especially with the element of sadomasochism thrown in. He’d have to watch how far he pushed her, because he had a feeling she’d let him accidentally hurt her before she gave up her adrenaline high.
When he reached the top of the crease of her buttocks, he placed a chaste kiss there and stood. Her disappointed moan was music to his ears, the sound of a woman needing to come.
But he wanted her to burn hotter before the gift of her release.
Grabbing the lube first, he then poured a generous amount into the cupped palm of his hand. He started at the top of her bottom and trickled it down his fingers over her skin, sensitizing her, making her pay attention. Getting her hyperactive mind to rest was hard work, but she was worth it.
He knelt behind her, running his hand over the crease, brushing his fingers between her bum cheeks while totally avoiding her pussy. And what a pretty cunt it was. The healing bruise of a bite mark shadowed one plump lip, and he couldn’t help but lean over and kiss her labia, then gently lave it with his tongue. Kira arched against him, her needy whine playing havoc with his self-control. A touch of her sweet arousal hit his taste buds, and now it was his turn to groan as he pulled himself away.
He’d have his reward soon enough.
Picking up the small but sturdy stainless-steel anal plug from where he’d set it, he debated on whether to warm it up or not. He certainly wasn’t going to stretch her first. No, he was going to push it into her body while playing with her pretty little clit and make her scream.
“Kira, lay your face on the counter and reach back with both hands to your arse. I want you to pull your cheeks apart for me and show me that pretty anus.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she did as he asked, her hands gripping her bottom so hard her fingers left red marks.
He’d intended to shove the anal plug in, to make her take it, but instead he found himself slowly swirling the tip against her puckered entrance, warming it and her up. Fuck, he couldn’t be cruel to her like that. He tried to rationalize it was because a virgin arse was something to be savored, not rushed, but truth be told he didn’t want to abuse Kira’s trust.
He just wanted to hurt her until the lines between pain and pleasure blurred to the point where they became one and the same in her mind.
Reaching between her legs with his other hand, he then scooped up some of her arousal and spread it over the anal plug, mixing it with the lube as he eased it in her tight back passage inch by inch. She began to make little mewling sounds of distress, and her hips shifted to avoid the toy.
“Move your hair off your face.” She did but kept her eyes closed. “Push back, sweetheart. If you push back, I’ll reward you for your good behavior.”
She nodded, and her face scrunched up. When her hips started to move toward him, he placed his hand between her legs and stroked the underside of her clit, rubbing at where the base of the sensitive nub went into her body. With a long, low groan, she pushed herself back on the toy, moving his fingers closer to her clit. Right when the biggest part of the anal plug stretched her, he paused, enjoying the sight of her distressed rosette trying to accommodate the plug.
He finally swirled his thumb around her clit with a gentle pressure and slammed the toy the rest of the way home. She yelped and went up on her tiptoes.
“You can let go of your cheeks now.”
She did and moaned. “That stings.”
“What hurts more? Your need to come or your arse? Concentrate on your body and ignore what your mind is telling you.”
She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. “The need to come, my lord.”
“Do you want me to make you come, Kira?”
“Please, my lord, so very much.”
He patted her pussy, enjoying how his hand slid across her swollen flesh. “Good girl. Stand up and follow me.”
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sp; Without looking back, he led her toward another section of the large room. If he turned her the right way, she would see the mirror on the opposite wall, but from this angle, all she would see was him and the prayer bench. The bench itself was an antique made of dark walnut covered in red and gold brocade from an estate in England. It was padded enough so she should be able to remain on her knees for a good amount of time, but he needed to keep an eye on her old injuries.
He reached around and traced his fingers against the outer curve of her breast. The softness of her skin felt like heaven beneath his fingers so he spent a few moments touching her, stroking her, and making her purr. He loved how cuddly she got, and placed a gentle kiss on her temple before taking a step back and firming his voice.
“Kira, kneel on the bench. If at any time your hips begin to lock up or it gets painful in a manner that might lead to injury, you will tell me right away. I cannot stress enough how important it is that you communicate your needs to me.”
She moved past him and carefully knelt, then grimaced. “It doesn’t hurt my back or hips, my lord, but it does shove that steel beam further into my butt.”
He moved over to her and swept her hair back. “Sweetheart, that’s a starter size. If you want a steel beam in your arse, I’d be only too happy to oblige.” He lifted her breasts so they sat perched, displayed and plumped up, on the top portion of the kneeler.
She gave a soft laugh. “I keep wanting to put my hands in a praying position, but I’m afraid God will strike me dead.”
Trailing his fingers over the tops of her breasts, he then walked around to the front of the bench and took his time enjoying the view. The mixture of apprehension, fear, and vulnerability in her face sent a hard surge of blood to his cock, and he let her see his passion. She slowly looked him over, her gaze tracing his skin like a burning ember, taking in his hard nipples, down to where the hair on his stomach disappeared into the waist of his pants. Her soft, pink lips parted, and she took an unsteady breath.
She licked her lips. “Um, may I speak, my lord?”
“Asking my permission? You must be scared.”
A hot flush stained her cheeks. “I wanted to say that I like your body, my lord. Very much.”
Anticipation tightened his gut. Such a darling girl. He couldn’t wait to defile her.
“Open your mouth, love.”
After an initial hesitation, her golden-brown eyes searching his face, she did as he asked. What a pretty picture she made. Hands clasped together, breasts presented for him, and that smart mouth open to receive him. He traced her lips with the tip of his finger, reawakening her nerves, moving her mind back to her body.
Placing one finger in her mouth, he grunted when she immediately began to suck on it. “Taste that? It’s the sweetness of your pussy.”
She groaned and sucked harder, sending blasts of lust through his body and making his already hard cock throb. With his other hand, he began to twist and pull on her nipples, forcing her to absorb the discomfort. Much to his delight, the harder he pulled, the harder she sucked, almost like his finger was a pacifier to soothe her.
No man on earth could resist the temptation of her eager mouth.
Withdrawing his finger from her moist heat, he then began to undo his pants with one hand while continuing to torment her breasts with the other. Her breathing sped up, and she focused on his crotch even as her face tightened at the pain. She was beautiful in her suffering. The flush of red to her cheeks, the way her mouth softened, then drew tight. But most of all he treasured the dreamy quality that began to enter her gaze.
When he had her fully under, deep in subspace, she would barely be aware of the world around her, including the pain of sex that might be mostly psychological. He mentally flipped through all the devices, the painful pleasures he could offer her in this room. Even if he spent every waking moment of the rest of his life down here with her, he would never get enough of her submission.
He’d promised his good girl an orgasm, but he’d bet his family estate back in England that she’d never come like he was going to make her come.
“Open my pants and take my cock out.”
She smiled at him like someone had given her a pony for her birthday. Her joy affected him on an emotional level. Could he be falling for this woman whom he hardly knew? The very idea was so unlike him, so outside of the realm of how he lived his life that he dismissed it right away.
He controlled everything, including his heart.
“Yes, my lord. With pleasure.”
That bit of sass only made it all that much sweeter when she reached inside his pants with an almost greedy expression. He’d bet right now the pain in her bum, the discomfort from her nipples, everything had faded beneath her need for him. The thought of being able to take her beyond herself was a heady thing, a power he craved. When she was with him, she would have nothing to fear because he would make every bit of misery into joy through the strength of his will.
Her eyes widened when she found he wore no underwear. The moment her smooth fingers wrapped around his shaft, it was his turn to growl and flex his hips. Working her up to the point of madness was a double-edged sword because he ended up just as needy, as fucking savage as she did. Except while she could revel in the feelings, he had to keep a tight leash on his own emotions and body in order to prolong and intensify the experience for her.
“Bryan, I mean, my lord, I didn’t know you were pierced.” She ran her thumb over the thick hoop going through his urethra and the head of his cock. An intense tingle flooded his pelvis, and he swallowed hard. With a gentle touch, she pulled his dick out and made a happy, almost purring sound. “Uncircumcised as well. I’ve never been with a man like you.”
Leaning over, he gathered a handful of her hair and held her still. “Open your mouth.”
She blinked, her eyes burning from within like amber lit by flames. She opened wide for him, and he almost came all over her face right then. Such a tempting sight, lush and feminine yet with an inner strength he loved to tame.
With slow movements, he began to sink his cock into her eager mouth. All too soon he hit the back of throat, and she gagged.
“Do you know how to deep throat?”
She shook her head, then sucked him hard enough to make his toes curl.
Using her hair as an anchor, he began to slide her mouth up and down his shaft, pausing at the tip to let her play with the hoop. She reached up to touch him, and he shoved her mouth down on him until she gagged again. “Play with your nipples for me, girl. Hard, like I would.”
Her moan vibrated against his flesh, running through the piercing and making it hum like a tuning fork. She began to wiggle against the bench, her cries increasing in strength and intensity as her busy fingers stretched and pulled her now red peaks. It pleased him to see she was taking his directions seriously, pulling hard on those tips and making herself hurt for him. His body tightened, and he fought the need to come. Despite her not being able to deep throat him—his favorite way to fuck a submissive’s mouth—her talented tongue drove him to distraction.
No wonder the ladies liked her so much.
The mental image of his Kira licking another submissive to orgasm had him pulling out so the tip of his cock stretched her mouth. She was going to make him come, he was too close to the edge, but he’d be damned if she didn’t go over first. Reaching into his pocket with his free hand, keeping his other buried in that amazing hair of hers, he found the slim remote to the anal plug and turned it on.
Immediately she yelped and tried to pull back, but he kept his hand fisted in her hair and pulled her closer until the ring on his dick pressed against the back of her throat. “Feel that? The lovely little plug stretching your bottom can do a variety of things. Including giving you a mild electrical shock.”
Her hands fluttered toward his hips, but he smacked them back down. “If I see you remove your hands from your tits before you come, I will shackle you to the wall and jerk off in front of you,
leaving you with nothing but need and no relief.”
Shaking her head, she took in a deep breath through her nostrils and resumed her torment. With a smile, he turned on the vibrator inside the anal plug. Her low, deep groan was music to his ears. Because of her position on the kneeler, the vibrations would easily travel down to her aroused clit, resounding through the plump, delicious lips of her labia. Fuck, he wanted to sixty-nine with her, to spread her pussy over his mouth and drink her down.
As he rocked his hips, he gave himself over to the sensations of her eager sucking, her little whimpers and moans as he played with the vibrations going through her bottom. Easing his grip on her hair, he let her set a rhythm while he told her how beautiful she was, how precious to him. And by God, she was precious to him. Never had he been with a woman who took such joy from pleasing him. Oh, he’d been with submissives who were so well trained that it was a pleasure to be with them, but with Kira, he wasn’t just another Dom to help her get into subspace. His feelings, his pleasure was important to her, and despite the discomfort he put her through, she was only too eager to bring him to completion.
The edge of her teeth gently scored him, and he swore. The way her sucking became disjointed, yet more intense along with her now thrusting hips, let him know she was close to her own orgasm.
“Give over, love. Come for me, and I’ll pour myself into your mouth. And you will drink down every fucking drop like a good girl should.”
Her mouth went slack around him, and she trembled, her eyes closed and her hands gripping the edge of the bench. He briefly considered pulling out just in case she bit him while she came, but there was no way he could resist the lure of her mouth. Hopefully she’d continue to be outspoken and sassy in the future so he could shove his cock down her throat on a regular basis.
Her moans increased, and he reached down, rolling the hard tip of her nipple between his fingers before using his nails and pinching down. That seemed to be the edge she needed because her muffled wail filled the room even as she sucked frantically at him.
