Davis threw his head back, his face to the sun, and stroked his cock harder. Moisture seeped from her cunt, and she squirmed in the restraints. Her nipples pebbled despite the warm air. She moaned, and the sound caused Davis to lift his head.
“Enjoying the show?” he asked.
“Very much, Sir.”
He grinned and closed his eyes, continuing to stroke his cock. He shuddered, then released his swollen member. He winked at her before he got up and jumped back into the water.
She watched him swim and splash about. Her cunt ached after watching his teasing display. Sweat dripped from her forehead, and she glanced down to see a fine sheen glistening on the rest of her skin. While he’d partially tied her up in the shade, it didn’t hide her from the humidity of the warm summer day.
Davis climbed out of the water onto the dock once more and strode down its length. Longing welled up inside her as she watched him stalk toward her, water dripping from his naked body. Desperate for him to touch her, or fuck her—anything—she licked her lips once more in anticipation.
He came to a stand in front of her and looked into her eyes. “How’re you doing?”
“G-good, Sir.”
“A little parched?” He reached down into the bag on the ground beside the stool and brought out a water bottle. He lifted the bottle to her lips in order for her to take a drink. She sipped and sighed in thanks.
Davis put the bottle away and produced a flogger, waving it in front of her face. When she smiled in response, he brushed the strands over her breasts. Her nipples tightened further in response. Davis flicked the strands over her tits a few times, then moved down her abdomen. Her stomach muscles contracted at each flick of the flogger over her skin.
Next, he slapped the front of her thighs, knees, and toes. Then he stopped hands on hips and stared at her.
Happy to have him near her, playing with her, she’d forgotten to thank him. Profuse thanks poured from her lips in an endless stream.
He stepped away from her, dropped the flogger down onto the bag, and stroked his cock again. “I’m quite warm. I think I’ll have another swim.”
Samantha whimpered as she watched him walk back onto the dock and jump in the water. She longed to join him, and rub her wet, naked body up against his. Despite her aroused and warm state, she shivered on the spot.
After a few minutes, Davis came back to her and picked up the flogger. He stepped up to her and massaged her tits with one hand. Then he pinched each of her nipples hard. She squealed and thanked him. He stepped around her and flogged her ass, each stroke getting harder with every flick of his wrist.
This time, Samantha remembered to thank him. When he’d delivered a series of twenty strokes, he stopped and offered her water again. Then he repeated the routine two more times. After the third round, her ass stung, and she was a whimpering mess. He offered her more water, and she greedily gulped it.
Davis fingered her pussy. “Hmmm... I see someone enjoyed that.” He held up his fingers for inspection.
“Yes, Sir, I did.” She squeezed her legs together, enjoying the sweet ache in her cunt.
He thrust two fingers into her pussy and pumped them in and out. “Very wet, just how I like it.”
Close to coming, she tried to spread her legs wider to give him better access. Davis withdrew his fingers from her cunt and proceeded to stroke his cock. Samantha groaned at the loss of contact. She wanted him to fill her holes, use her. Teasing frustrated her, which is why he would do it on occasion in order to teach her more discipline.
Davis widened his stance and stroked his cock harder. Helpless, she watched as he orgasmed, shooting his cum all over her legs. With a shudder, he let go of his cock and reached a hand into the bag. This time he pulled out a small leather paddle.
The first smack landed on her cunt. The sting to her aching folds made her cry out. He walked around her and slapped each of her ass cheeks ten times. Then he tapped her cunt twenty times and repeated everything.
The stinging sensations heightened her awareness, and she went deeper inside of herself, finding the place where the pain turned into pleasure. The energetic release she experienced during these sessions relaxed her in a way nothing else on earth ever could. Her swollen clit ached, each spank to her ass or pussy bringing her closer to an orgasm.
On the third round of clit slapping, Samantha cried out in orgasm. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her body shook. Strong hands untied her from the tree branch. She no longer cared about all the goop on her body to shield her from the sun and bugs, nor about the cum dripping on her legs. Limp, she allowed Davis to lower her from the stool and onto her feet.
Legs wobbly after the session, she nearly collapsed, but he held her up. “You okay, my girl?”
“Y-yes, S-sir.”
He brushed some hair back from her face. “You didn’t use the safe word this time.”
“I didn’t feel I needed to, Sir,” she murmured, tucking her head under his chin.
Davis scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the house. Once inside, he brought her to the bathroom and deposited her in the tub. Then he ran the water, making sure it wasn’t too hot. He placed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
She nodded and hugged her knees to her chest. Bright red marks adorned her body, her ass stung, her clit was raw. She smiled. Davis never disappointed.
She shivered and momentary insecurity reared its ugly head. How long would it take for him to return? She didn’t feel like being teased right now. Tears welled up again. She rested her forehead on top of her knees and remained that way until the water filled half the tub. She reached forward to turn off the water, but the tap came off in her hand.
“Oh shit,” she muttered. “What else can go wrong?” Frantic, she tried to reattach it but to no avail. She yelled for his help. “Davis! Davis! I need you!”
The Master of Surprise
There may be those days when
You want to hang your head and give in,
But then right before your very eyes,
Magic appears with the master of surprise...
Davis had heard Samantha’s frantic cries and hightailed it back to the house. He arrived in the bathroom to find Samantha flailing in an attempt to reattach the broken tap. The water level of the tub neared the top. He ran to the basement and searched for the main shut-off valve. He found it with ease, turned the water to the house off, and hurried back up to the bathroom.
By this time, Samantha was in quite a state. Sobbing, she sat in a huddle, bedraggled and wet. With quiet authority, he instructed her to finish washing as best she could. He brought her towels and helped her to dry off afterward, even draining the tub for her. Then he ordered her to take a nap.
While their session outside had been intense, he wasn’t quite sure why she’d freaked out. Even as vulnerable as he knew she could be after a spanking session, small things didn’t tend to bother her this way. Usually, she asked for his help, and they figured things out together.
True, the house wasn’t ideal, nor were the grounds. Perhaps he hadn’t realized that his biggest surprise of all would need to be given sooner rather than later. Then maybe she’d understand and she could relax more.
With some tools he found in the basement, Davis managed to fix the broken tap. When he finished, he took a shower, then went into the bedroom to check on Samantha.
He found her awake, lying on her side, staring out the open window. A warm breeze blew in through the screen, ruffling the curtains. He lay behind her, spooning with her, wrapping her in his embrace.
“You okay?” he asked.
She sighed. “Yes.”
He frowned. When she didn’t answer using the word ‘Sir’, he knew she wasn’t in the mood for playtime. As part of their agreement, they didn’t play the part of Dom/sub twenty-four seven, although as the years went on, she referred to him as ‘Sir’ on a regular basis.
“You
don’t seem okay,” he remarked. “Didn’t you enjoy the session out by the lake?”
A frustrated sigh escaped her this time. She rolled over to face him and then sat up. “Yes, I did. Very much.” Anger sparked in her eyes, and he remained quiet to let her get it out. “What I haven’t enjoyed is coming here to see the place in ruins and nothing like it showed when we booked it. I didn’t enjoy having the hot water tap falling off, threatening to flood the house when all I wanted to do was sit in the bath and process. I wanted this vacation to be special. I wanted everything to be the way I thought it would be.”
Davis opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand to stop him. “No,” she continued. “I want to be mad. I have a right to be mad. I have a right to my feelings. This place isn’t what I thought it would be. And I want to go home.”
He shrugged, swallowing hard to hide the giddy feeling welling up inside. He couldn’t keep the surprise from her any longer.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What? This isn’t funny.”
“I didn’t say it was funny.” He shook his head. “I’m supporting you being mad.”
“By laughing at me?”
“Samantha.” His voice took on a stern tone. “I’m not laughing at you either.”
She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh. “I don’t mean to pout. It’s just this,” she gestured around, “isn’t what I signed up for.”
“You mean having the man you love most at your side, helping you through the mishaps of life?”
She glared at him and spoke through clenched teeth. “You know what I mean.”
“I do. I also know how attached we can become to an idea, and it bites when reality is different.” He tapped her nose with a fingertip. “Sometimes life is just that way.”
“I know,” she grumbled. “I just want to be grumpy about it for a bit, okay?”
Davis leaned over to check the time on his watch that sat on the bedside table. “How long do you think that will take?”
She cracked a smile for the first time since the bathroom incident. “I don’t know. Stop trying to make me laugh.”
He placed his hand over his heart. “I’m not trying to do anything.” He pushed her onto her back and loomed over top of her. “I just want to know how long I should wait before I eat your pussy.”
Surprise registered on her face. “Oh. Well.” She pretended to consider. “I suppose I’m done.”
“Are you sure?” He scrunched his eyebrows in concern. “I don’t want to interrupt your grump-fest.”
She smacked his arm with her hand. “Stop it...” Her voice trailed away on a giggle.
He kissed her hard on the lips, then let his tongue dance down the column of her throat. One hand roamed down her stomach until his fingers played in the soft folds of her pussy. Samantha moaned and shifted underneath him.
“Can I eat you now?” he murmured, his tongue tracing each of her nipples in turn.
Samantha gasped when he bit down on one. “Yes...”
Davis kissed his way down her stomach. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
When he reached her cunt, he inhaled her scent, then sucked her clit into his mouth. Samantha groaned—music to his ears. He played his tongue over and around her pussy lips, tongue fucked her, and sucked her clit hard. Licking her clit as fast as he could, he thrust two fingers into her pussy, angling them up a bit to ensure he hit her G-spot.
Samantha bucked on the bed, crying out her pleasure. As her body relaxed, he gave her no time to settle into the mattress. He flipped her over and ordered her to get up on her hands and knees. He positioned his cock outside her cunt and thrust inside. She cried out again.
Each time he pumped his cock into her, her cries got louder. He slapped her still sore ass until she shrieked. He pulled his cock from her body, wrapped an arm around her waist, and leaned over to speak into her ear. His other hand grabbed her slick pussy and gave it a little shake. “Your cunt belongs to who?”
Samantha gasped. “You, Sir. It belongs to you.”
“Good girl. Your cunt is mine.” He smeared her juice up her ass crack and fingered her hole. She moaned as he worked a finger inside her ass. “Who owns your ass?”
“You do, Sir.” She cried out. “My ass is yours.”
“Good girl.” He spread her ass cheeks and took his time working his cock into her tight ass.
When he was seated inside her balls deep, he massaged her back, rocking a bit, allowing her to get used to the intrusion. Once her body relaxed, Samantha enjoyed a good ass fucking.
He held onto one hip with a hand and wound the other arm to the front of her body so he could toy with her clit. When Samantha was white-knuckled from gripping the bedsheet and moaning in earnest, he gripped both of her hips and began to withdraw his cock a little, then pushed back in. He repeated this action over and over until her ass welcomed him with ease and he could fuck her at any pace he pleased.
Gripping both of her hips, he alternated between fast thrusts and long, slow deep ones. In between screams, and shrieks of delight, Samantha thanked him. He loved hearing it, cherished her submission.
“Permission to touch myself, Sir?” Samantha asked.
He grunted. “Of course.”
He felt her play with her clit. He grasped her hips harder in his grip and thrust hard and deep. Her cum gushed out and coated his balls as they slapped her clit.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he warned right before he emptied his load into her ass.
Sated, he slumped forward and flattened Samantha to the bed. Neither of them moved. Their harsh pants echoed in the room. After a few moments, he withdrew his cock and rolled to the side. Samantha moaned in protest until he gathered her into his arms.
She smiled into his face. “Thank you, Sir.”
He grinned at her. “You’re welcome, Sammie-girl.”
She sighed in contentment and buried her head under his chin.
He stroked her hair. Joy filled his heart, and he couldn’t keep the secret any longer. “I have another surprise for you.”
She pulled back to look at him. “Oh?”
“This house is exactly the way it’s supposed to be because now we can make it our own.”
Confused, she blinked at him. “What are you talking about?”
“I had the owners send us pictures of what the property looked like back when they lived here. No one has been here in years.”
“Well, that’s obvious,” she muttered.
He tapped her nose with a fingertip. “I wanted you to see how it could look so maybe it would give you some ideas on what you wanted to do with it now.”
“Wait a minute.” She untangled herself from his embrace and sat up. “What do you mean—do with it now?”
“I bought this house for you.”
Surprise registered on her face, and she placed a hand on her heart. “What?”
Davis propped himself up on one elbow. “I know we have our home in the city, complete with custom-made dungeon. I thought it would be fun to have a country home too. A private getaway for whenever we need.”
She threw her arms around his neck. “Oh my God! I love this idea! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I wanted it to be a surprise.” He chuckled.
“Well, it certainly is,” she sputtered. “So you mean that you didn’t have to work yesterday?”
He shook his head. “Nope. I stayed behind so you’d see the place first by yourself.”
She gasped and smacked him on the shoulder. “You knew I’d be disappointed.”
“I knew you’d be a little,” he admitted. “I hope that now you know, you can see the potential.”
She sat back on her haunches, and she looked around in wonder. “We could have play things in every room. Things that seem ordinary but could be used for tying people up or cuffing them to...” She gasped in delight. “Hooks on the ceilings, on the counters in the kitc
hen, special grips in the bathroom...” She clapped her hands. “A playhouse, not just a playroom!”
He stroked the skin of her thigh. “Exactly. And we have a lot of property where we could set up—”
Another delighted squeal escaped her. “Places where I could be tied! Oh my goodness, there are so many possibilities.”
“Precisely. And with forty acres, we could even build a guest cottage and invite our friends.”
She cast adoring eyes on him. As long as he lived, that expression on her face was what he lived for. “The possibilities are endless.” She threw her arms around his neck once more. “Thank you, Sir. You really are the Master of Surprise.”
He squeezed her tight, running a loving hand down her back and buttocks, feeling the welts he’d left there. “Anything for my Sammie-girl. I love you so much.”
Samantha pulled back to gaze into his face, then kissed him hard on the lips. “I love you too, Sir. What other surprises do you have in store?”
He grinned at her. “Oh, I have many, many ways to surprise and reward you. Why don’t we go into the kitchen and I’ll begin?”
She scrambled off the bed. “Yes, Sir.”
For a naughty sub who enjoys playing the part of anal whore,
Her Dom will create adventures galore,
To celebrate love, being a master of surprise is quite an art,
Yet all turns out well when it comes from the heart.
The End
About the Author
Winner of the RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) Award for Best Erotica 2012, Kellie Kamryn has many 5-star reviews from sites such as Night Owl Reviews for her work in contemporary romantic fiction. In 2013, one of her novellas was nominated for Best Novella for the RONE Awards. In addition, she is a workshop presenter, and online columnist for The Aquarian Online.
All of Kellie’s books contain a lot of heat balanced with an abundance of Heart. With fourteen books and two anthologies to her credit since 2011, most days she can be found channeling her heart’s desire into writing stories and poetry that sweep readers away into other worlds.
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