My core tightened as DOM turned around, eyes roaming down my body for a long moment before he moved a few feet to the side, putting him across from the bed.
"Go over toward the bed," he demanded, nodding when I immediately moved to do as he instructed. "Take off your clothes."
My belly flip-flopped.
It was more intimidating to undress myself, to have him standing there, eyes raking over me as I stripped off each layer, getting more and more vulnerable, exposed - both literally and figuratively - by the moment.
But I did what he demanded.
My hands slid behind me for my clasps, letting the straps slip down my arms before dropping it to the side, letting my hands roam down to snag my panties, and move them down my thighs until they dropped so I could step out of them.
"Turn around," he demanded, voice low but sure. I kicked out of my shoes and turned my back toward him, my hair skimming over my bare back that felt more sensitive than usual. "Get down on your knees and clasp your hands at your lower back." There was a pause, him watching me as I lowered down. "Good girl. Now lean forward over the end of the bed. Let me get a good look at my ass and pussy."
Feeling my cheeks heat at the idea of how bared I would be to him, I pressed myself forward, making my ass jut out at him.
I could feel his eyes doing exactly what he said - looking at my ass and pussy, thinking of all the things he would like to do to them.
I felt another rush of insecurity because I could feel how wet I already was, I knew he could see that with me in this position.
But he said nothing.
He did nothing.
I was vaguely aware of a clock ticking as the minutes passed, long and empty.
Sometimes you didn't need ropes or handcuffs; time was its own chain.
I hadn't even heard him move.
But he must have.
Because, one moment, I was simply resting there, wondering how long he was going to make me wait. And why the ever loving hell waiting was somehow making me wetter.
The next, the whack landed across my ass.
Not his hand, not this time.
No.
This was different, bigger, with more of a reach. It landed sharp like any slap, but somehow softer at the same time, touching me in multiple places at once.
As I was enjoying the sting, was wondering what caused it, I felt it lift off my skin, then brush back down, tickling over the skin of my back as he dragged the ends up it.
It could have only been one thing.
A flogger.
With all those little leather straps, made to cause a gentle form of pain, an enticing amount of pleasure.
The ends moved back down my spine, touching the tops of my hands clasped at my lower back, teasing over my ass, slipping lower to touch my slick cleft.
I felt the ends touch down my thighs just a second before he pulled it back up, then landed another whack. And another. Another.
Fast and hard and frequent, barely allowing me to suck in a breath after each one, turning my ass cheeks a blazing shade of red, likely having studied it beforehand, realizing his marks had completely faded, and wanting to see his handiwork there again.
"Up on the bed," DOM growled, voice sounding rough, a little airless. "On your back," he clarified when I started to crawl up. I flipped over, looking up at him for the first time in what must have been closing in on half an hour. There were beads of sweat near his hairline. His jaw was set to granite. And his cock was straining at the fabric of his slacks, a bead of precum soaking a spot, something that made my belly flip again.
His eyes roamed over me, the flogger suspended, the small, braided handle in his huge, capable palm.
"Beautiful," he commented, mostly to himself, as the flogger lowered, the ends teasing over my breasts, down my belly, tickling the triangle above my sex, making my legs fall open slightly, inviting more.
At the motion, his eyes got even more hooded as he pulled the flogger back, making my belly drop, not sure how I felt about something other than my ass being flogged. But then it landed across my swollen breasts, bringing a foreign, somewhat unsettling, sting to the skin, making red lines form almost instantly.
My eyes moved up to his face, finding him already watching me, gauging my reaction.
Finding only a bit of uncertainty, he pulled it back, landing another whack, harder, one of the straps of leather smarting across one of my hardened nipples.
And it hurt.
Actually hurt.
But the contact somehow still shot from there to between my legs, making my hips grind upward slightly.
He didn't miss it.
He never missed anything.
The flogger lifted again, drifting down my belly to tease over the tops of my thighs. My gaze moved down, watching it, somehow making the sensations stronger.
I couldn't even catch the motion.
It was too fast.
One second, he was whispering the leather over my thighs.
The next, the flogger landed with a burst of white-hot-pain to my pussy, making a choked sound burst out of me as my gaze shot up to DOM. Again finding him watching me. Analyzing me.
My breathing had quickened, shallowed, my entire body going taut as a bow at an act that I had never seen coming.
As I watched his face, looking for answers, finding none, the flogger slapped down again.
"Fuck," I hissed, my thighs clamping hard together, not sure if it was a good pain or not, my brain seeming not to be able to process what was happening to my body.
"Breathe," DOM reminded me. "And spread your legs," he demanded, something I did. Slowly. Tentatively. Not relaxing the least. Not sure if I could handle another hit to such sensitive skin.
But he didn't raise the flogger.
Instead, his hand lowered, fingers sliding up my inner thigh and slipping between my lips.
"You're drenched, pet," he told me, confusing me further. But there was no denying he was right. I was wet. Wetter than I had maybe ever been before. "Trust your body," he went on, finger finding my clit, but only circling around the hood, refusing to touch me where I needed it the most. "Get out of your head. Because if you stay in there, you will talk yourself out of liking this," he told me as I lost his finger and felt something that was decidedly not his fingers press inside me.
"Wha..." I started to object, my body stiffening, feeling the stretch, my walls making room. My gaze shot down, finding the handle of the flogger slowly slipping inside me. "I don't..." I tried to speak again, my legs shooting up, feet planting as the handle kept moving in, kept invading. My thighs started to press, making my walls close around the unyielding foreign object. "Ow," I whimpered, making DOM's hand stop pressing it inside, reaching with his free hand to press my legs apart again.
"Knees on the mattress, feet together," he commanded.
I wasn't going to do that, right?
There was something inside my body that didn't belong there.
That hurt.
But maybe not so much now as my thighs pressed into the sheets, as my pussy stopped clenching so hard around the handle.
"Think about my cock," he suggested, twisting the handle slightly, making the raised parts of the braids hit places I was sure I had never felt before, my hips jerking up in response. "Think of these tight walls squeezing me as I fuck your sweet cunt for the first time. It feels good, doesn't it?" he asked, doing another slow twist as his gaze found and held mine, demanding a response.
"Y... yes..." I whimpered, fingers slapping down to dig into the sheets.
"Yes, what?" he asked, the handle suddenly arching upward, raking over my top wall in a way that was a mix of pain and pleasure, making me let out a choked moan.
"Yes, sir," I amended, feeling it settle back inside, slowly pulling out and thrusting back in.
"You wish this was my cock now, don't you?" he asked as my hand slapped down on his thigh, fingers digging in.
"Yes, sir."
God, god yes.
But as the thrusting kept going, kept getting faster, more demanding, I couldn't wish for anything except release as my back arched off the bed, as my moans got loud enough to make my throat hurt.
"Don't," he snapped. "Don't come, Adley," he added, tone more harsh.
"I have to. I can't..." I whimpered.
The handle pulled almost violently out of me, making me shoot up off the bed, head slamming into DOM's abdomen as a cry ripped out of me, my whole body feeling like it was weeping for the denial.
Again.
I heard the flogger drop to the floor as his hand moved behind the back of my neck, holding me against him as I tried to find my breath again.
"I warned you," he told me, making my belly tighten, not sure how much more torture I could endure if he was going to punish me again. I was pretty sure I didn't even need anyone to touch my pussy to make me come at this point. "You weren't going to be the next to come," he clarified, making my forehead press harder into his stomach as I took a breath.
Right.
He had told me that.
And DOM, well, he was a man of his word, it seemed.
His hand slid into my hair, curling, and yanking back hard, angling my head up to meet his gaze. His other hand rose as my mouth parted from the pain in my scalp, and slipped two fingers between my lips, spreading them. "I need to fuck this mouth," he told me, making my belly do a delicious swirl. His fingers pulled back out, my red lipstick staining them at the knuckles where they sat against the sides of my mouth. "But first things are first," he informed me, releasing me as he went into his pocket, coming back with a handful of what seemed like... leather and chain. "Lift up your hair," he instructed as his hands did something to their contents.
My hands went up, gathering the long strands, and piling them into a fist, holding it up toward the crown of my head as I watched DOM, wondering what he had.
And then he untwisted the leather.
And I knew.
A collar.
He had a collar for me.
It was a thick leather band with a lock in the back, the key dangling from a loop wrapped around his pinkie finger. At the front where it would rest at my throat was a loop.
The chain finally made sense as well, though it wasn't attached to the collar.
Yet.
"Chin up," he instructed as he came closer, reaching around to secure the collar around my neck.
My heartbeat skittered around, a mix of hesitation and excitement, as the lock slid into place. He showed me the key, making sure I saw him as he placed it down on the nightstand, before he reached for the thin chain and clipped it to the hoop at my throat. The cool metal dropped down between my breasts, making goosebumps form over my skin and a shiver move over me.
"Your brain might be trying to fight it still, Adley, but your body is glad it belongs to me now."
There was no denying that.
I responded to him like I had never responded to anyone before, like I was sure I never could to anyone else again.
His body shifted, his knees making their way toward the end of the bed. As they teetered at the edge, his hand shot out, grabbing my chain, and pulling me with him, making me scramble across his sheets on all fours, something he watched with eyes that were so hot they were molten. He gave the chain a tug when I got to the end in front of him. "Get on your knees," he demanded as he moved to sit off the end of the bed, reaching toward his chest to undo his buttons, but not peeling off his shirt.
My knees met the unforgiving hardwood floor near his feet. Watching me, his legs spread as he reached for my chain, dragging me between them, holding the chain tight, forcing my head up to keep eye contact.
"You're going to swallow every inch of my cock, pet," he told me, making my stomach tense. I hadn't seen his cock yet, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to take the whole thing. "Every inch," he repeated, reading my face. His hand slid down, grabbing my left hand, pressing my thumb into my palm, then curling my fingers around it. "Hold tight," he told me, giving it a harder squeeze before letting it go. "It calms the gag reflex," he explained before releasing my chain. "Now be a good girl and wrap that pretty mouth around my dick, Adley."
My thighs pressed together as my sex clenched. Moving in a little closer, both of my hands went to his fly, working the button and zip free, pulling until the material gave way. Reaching inside, I pulled down the band of his boxer briefs. Free, his cock was hard and straining and way, way too much to swallow. A bead of precum was gathered at the tip. My gaze went up to him as my head moved closer, watching his face as my tongue moved out to lick the wetness away, his taste washing over my tastebuds in a way that I had never noticed before, in a way that made me crave more.
"Suck it, pet," DOM demanded, voice tense, just barely holding onto control.
I knew that feeling all too well.
I also knew how good it felt to lose it.
I wanted to give that to him.
I curled my left hand into a fist as he demanded, grabbed his cock at the base with my right, and sucked him into my mouth, each thick, silky, hard inch at a time, until I could feel the head press into the opening of my throat, making me gag hard around him.
I had thought the fist thing was working. Actually, it must have been, because normally I would have gagged by the time a cock was halfway down my tongue. But I guess there was a limit to how much it would help. A foreign object trying to force its way into your throat seemed to be the limit.
DOM's hand went down, snagging my chain again, holding it, but not pulling, as he slowly moved to his feet, making me press up, so I wasn't bent forward anymore, my back straight to be able to keep his cock in my mouth as he moved.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth, pet," he told me, the words a bit harsh, but his tone soft. "Relax into it," he added as my belly rolled, having never let a guy take control during oral, making a sliver of doubt move through me. "Words will be useless, so if it is yellow," he said, keeping intense eye contact even as I tried to swallow my saliva from around his cock, "you tap my knee. If it is red, you need to reach up and grab my forearm, understood?"
I nodded my head a little, not wanting his cock to rock into my throat by moving it too much.
Not that it mattered.
Soon, the control would be in his hands.
And he was planning on fucking not just my mouth, but my throat as well.
His hand pulled the chain upward, forcing me to keep my head up. His other moved behind my neck to grab my hair, twisting, and pulling my head back further as his eyes watched me, as he shifted his hips back to pull his cock back a few inches. "Swallow," he demanded. And the second I did, his cock slammed forward, angling downward, but pushing past the entrance to my throat. Pushing all the way. Until the head stabbed into the back of my throat, making me gag so hard that my eyes watered, my hands slamming down into his stomach, trying to leverage myself back.
But I couldn't.
It was useless.
He had me by the hair and throat.
And he was stronger than I was.
His gaze went down, his mouth parted, his jaw so tense that a muscle was ticking hard.
"Yellow and red, otherwise, relax your throat and let me fuck your mouth," he demanded, tone rougher than he had ever used before.
But as I felt a bit of pre-cum move down my throat, I realized it wasn't anger at my reaction. It was in response to his own need for more, for release.
I blinked at the water in my eyes, feeling the tears stream down my cheeks, knowing it was useless to fight them.
Having no way to say anything to him, my hands curled into the band of his boxer briefs, holding on, and my tongue flicked upward, stroking the underside of his cock.
"Fuck," he growled, eyes closing for a short second as he took a breath. "I knew you'd have a greedy fucking mouth."
That was the last thing he said before he made good on his promise.
He fucked my mouth.
And throat.
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A bit slowly at first, getting me used to the gag that there was no way to stop, even when I swallowed hard when his cock pushed into my throat when he told me too.
But then harder and faster.
Borderline brutal.
The gagging made endless streams of water stream from my eyes.
Saliva and precum slipped out of the sides of my mouth, dripping down my chin, and dropping down onto my breasts.
DOM's hands yanked at my hair harder as his body curled forward, as his muscles tensed from head to toe, as his breath started coming out in hisses, as he let out a low, rumbling groaning sound that sent a white-hot shot of desire to between my legs.
I couldn't claim to like this, his cock stabbing into my throat, the gagging, the mess I was becoming as I struggled to breathe over the increasing fluids in my mouth and into my nose.
But the sounds he made as he took his pleasure from me, the way his eyes looked down at his cock taking my mouth, like I was something amazing, something precious, something he couldn't believe he had.
Yeah, I liked that part.
"Fuck, fuck, Adley..." he growled, his thrusts getting more erratic as his cock swelled thicker in my mouth, as he pushed to the edge, before his cock stabbed hard into the back of my throat and he came with a curse, his hot cum exploding into my throat, sliding down without any swallowing on my part.
As soon as the last spurt left his cock, his hand loosened, and he slowly started pulling his cock out of my mouth.
And I could see the lipstick marks there, like he said there would be.
"One minute," he said, rubbing my swollen lower lip, then turning and disappearing back to a door to the side. The bathroom, I imagined.
Alone, I collapsed back down onto my ankles, my body shaking, not sure how to process what had just happened, the violent invasion of it that I had invited, I hadn't stopped. My hand was trembling as I lifted it. And the water that was just water a moment ago, a reaction to the gagging, could only be called tears as they kept slipping down.
My throat hurt.
Hurt.
Not a good hurt.
It felt like I had gargled razor blades, like it was beaten up while doing so as well.
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