Then, still clutching my flogger, I walked into my kitchen, grabbing a box of instant rice.
“What are you doing?” Lucy asked, and the anticipation in her voice mirrored my own. It was nervousness, yes, but there was more to the slight tremble of her tone. Excitement.
She watched me as I turned, the flogger in my clenched fist. The braided leather strap pressed into the skin of my palm and her eyes widened from behind those black frames of hers.
“Relax,” I whispered, and poured a line of rice onto the floor.
Lucy’s brows lowered, watching me cautiously. I yanked my shirt overhead, then tugged the button of my pants, shoving them down past my thighs until I was standing there in my boxer briefs.
Her eyes widened as they traveled down my torso landing at my thick cock, still suppressed by the thin cotton of my underwear. I couldn’t help the smile tipping my mouth. That look she had? I never wanted that to disappear. And that desire to be with her was only growing stronger each time I saw her.
“Kneel on the rice with your hands behind your back,” I said. “And I want you to take these off of me… using your mouth.”
I set the flogger at the foot of the bed and stood in front of Lucy. She did as she was told, such a good girl, and placed her hands once more behind her back. Without moving her hands, she slid off the bed to her knees, wincing as she landed on the rice.
Her nose brushed just to the left of my hipbone as she scraped her teeth into the waistband. Moving her body, she tugged, and the elastic slid about an inch. She shifted to the other side, repeating this movement. Her jaw brushed my hard length and I sucked in a sharp breath as she exposed the tip of my cock to the cool air-conditioned room.
She finished dragging the boxer briefs down, and once they cleared my thighs they fell the rest of the way to my ankles. I kicked them aside, my cock piercing forward. The veins thick and heavy, it pulsed toward her mouth, the tip red and swollen, ready for her sweet cunt.
She licked her lips, glancing up at me from over her glasses. Fuck, that look. So innocent. I wanted to ravage every part of her. Mouth, pussy, ass—I wanted it all. Over and over and over again. I’d never get tired of those sweet brown eyes, or those full lips, swollen from my bruising kisses. “Can I…” she swallowed, trailing off. “Can I lick you, Sir?”
A pleased hiss parted my lips and I gave her a nod, certain that if I tried to speak, it would come out raspy and incomprehensible. After composing my thoughts, I glanced at my watch. “You have two minutes,” I said.
She pushed her lips out in a pout. “Only two minutes?”
A smile flicked my lips. Kneeling on that rice may not be too bad right this second, but in a minute, she’d be singing a different tune. “Yes. Only two minutes. Starting… now.”
She opened her mouth, running her pink tongue slowly from root to tip, then swirled it around my head. Even though I gave her a time limit, she didn’t rush. Not even a little. As she pulled back, my pre-cum stuck to the tip of her tongue, connecting in a glistening line. “Fuck,” I whispered. “Take my cock in your mouth,” I said. “Suck me. Lick me. Bite me. But keep those hands behind your back. And if you make me come, you’re in big trouble.”
She didn’t wait for more instruction. Lunging forward, she wrapped her lips around my head, sucking my length until my cock hit the spongy back of her throat. Her moan sent vibrations rumbling down my shaft.
I brushed my fingers into her hair, moving a piece out of her face. She continued that way, moving up and down, her cheeks hollowed, head bobbing over my shaft each time she withdrew, leaving a slick path. Her knees shifted back and forth atop the rice.
“Are your knees okay, Shorty?” I asked. She moaned in response, taking me deeper in her mouth. My hips jerked and she sucked harder, drawing me in fast, her teeth scraping against my sensitive skin. From that position, still on her knees, my dick in her mouth, she looked up at me, eyes nearly as wet and wide as her lips. I watched as she stroked my cock with her wet mouth, taking every inch I had to give her. Fuck me, I was going to come.
I took a deep breath, glancing at my watch. She had twenty more seconds before her time was up.
I threaded my fingers through her hair, tugging at her roots gently. If she didn’t stop soon—no, not soon, now—I was going to come down her pretty, little throat. Which would be fine… great, even. Except if I did that, then I couldn’t come all over her pretty, little pussy instead.
I unthreaded my fingers from her hair and dropped them hard to her shoulders, jerking her back and away from me, I hissed. “Time’s up. On the bed. On your hands and knees. Now.”
She smirked, wiping her glistening mouth as she stood and crawled onto the bed. She thought she won. She thought that was a victory? Oh, sweet Lucy. You’re in for a lesson.
She glanced over her shoulder at me, her dark brown hair falling wildly down her back and over her shoulders. “Eyes ahead, Lucy,” I ordered. She jerked her head forward, eyes directed at the headboard, and I silently picked up the flogger from the edge of the bed.
"You came before the ice melted, Lucy." I paused, waiting to see if she'd take the cue. When she didn't, I prodded. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
She shifted her weight around her knees. Her hot slit was glistening, pink and flushed and swollen, and I wanted to bury my cock inside of her. But not yet. Not until she earned that reward.
She cleared her throat and from where I stood behind her, I watched as she worried her bottom lip, her fingers clenching against the bedspread.
I waited, teasing her, dragging the edges of the flogger up the back of her thigh. Her body visibly shuddered as I brushed it across her saturated sex before caressing down the other thigh.
She whimpered, a tiny sigh escaping as she said, "I-I'm sorry?"
Thwap. I struck her left ass cheek, whipping the threads of black leather across her skin. A red welt immediately flared against her creamy flesh. She yelped, panting, gasping for breath and with my free hand, I brushed my fingers over the raw area. "You're sorry... what?"
She thought another moment, trying again. "I'm sorry for coming too quickly?" Was she toying with me? Doing this on purpose?
Thwap.
I struck her again, this time on the other side. Her body jolted forward as the leather connected to her skin. "You've been on set for two weeks in our film, Luciana. How are you supposed to address me in our scenes?”
The sound of her swallowing could practically be heard echoing in the room. Silence settled thick between us. "Sir?"
Thwap.
"Is it a question? Or am I your Sir? You either know or you don't."
"I'm sorry for coming too quickly, Sir," she said, this time all question left out of the phrase.
"Better," I growled, and flicked the flogger against her clit. The strike was hard enough to make her muscles jerk. Her hamstrings flexed into a long, tight rope. "And who owns your orgasms?"
"You do," she answered quickly. Too quickly.
I smacked the flogger harder against her pussy, the connection of leather to wet flesh making a satisfying smacking sound. "You forgot something."
"Sir," her voice cracked. "You do, Sir."
I bent, scooping her hair all over one shoulder, revealing her tensed, smooth back. Gently, I stroked my hand down her spine, playing her body like she was a cello. Reaching the small of her back, I trailed my fingers against her ass, circling her tight pucker briefly before gliding two fingers deep inside her pussy. She quivered. Actually fucking quivered around my knuckles.
I pressed my mouth to the smooth curve of her neck before whispering, "I'm going to strike you twice more for your earlier disobedience. And then I'm going to fuck your tight pussy. You remember your words, right? If you need me to stop?"
She turned her head to glance at me and a jolt of excitement stirred low in my gut. I didn't give her permission to look at me, but all things in due time. She was still learning. "Yes, Sir," she answered quietly. Even though her
words were obedient, subservient, there was a flash of defiance that glimmered across those stone-colored eyes.
Richard was wrong. The absolute last thing I wanted to do was dull her defiance. Dull her spark. That was one of the reasons I was so drawn to her. Yes, Lucy was a natural sub... but that fight? That's what made this fun. The moment she lost that spunk, I was certain I’d miss it. Without that strong, rebellious part of her that wanted to fight her natural submission, she somehow wouldn't be Lucy anymore.
That was one of the reasons I loved her so much.
My breath caught. Love?
"Ash?" Her voice saying my name pulled me out of my thoughts and I pushed to my knees behind her.
"I was just thinking," I said, my voice raspy.
Her knees shifted against the dipping king size mattress. "Okay." Another pause. "Ash, you're making me nervous."
"Don't be," I said, my voice hoarse and rough. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, I ripped it open and slid the rubber latex down my shaft. Then, gripping the flogger tighter in my fist, I pulled back, smacking her ass with it once. Twice. Then a third time. "That last one was just for me.” Gripping her hips, I flipped her onto her back and fell to my elbows above her.
I leaned forward, pressing my mouth over hers, taking her in a firm kiss. I pulled away and her eyes were wide and wet, anticipation glistening in their brown depths. It was easy to forget how young she was. How inexperienced.
Her pink lips curved just the slightest bit at the corners. "Please fuck me, Sir," she said.
I positioned my cock at her opening, pushing against her slit. She arched her back, pulsing her hips toward my throbbing dick, but I pulled back just before she could push me inside herself.
"Oh, God," she panted. "Please. Ash, please."
Hunger burned deep in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to dive my dick deep inside—thrust so hard that I bottom out in her. But where was the fun in that? "What do you want, Lucy?"
"I want you inside of me." Her hands flew to my back and she dragged her fingernails down my spine to my ass, gripping me hard and trying to pull me inside of her.
"Hands above your head, Lucy," I boomed.
She cried out, but did as she was told. I clasped one hand around her wrist above her head. The movement caused her lush, full breasts to stretch and bounce, and her nipples furled into two tight nubs.
"So you want me inside of you?" I plunged my cock deep inside her pussy and she gasped, her body trembling as she cried out.
She squeezed her muscles, gripping my length, tight and wet, and fuck it felt incredible. I buried my face in her neck, gathering every ounce of control I had. The restraint trembled in my biceps as I braced my body over top of hers. "That's all you wanted, right?" I asked, stopping all movement. Even though it was tortuous for myself to be frozen inside of her. She wiggled her hips.
"No, no, don't stop!" She begged, her eyes clenched tight as she shook her head from side to side. "Please, don't stop."
"What? I'm inside of you. You said this is all you wanted."
Her stomach convulsed with a sobbing gasp. "I want you to fuck me. Please, I'm begging you, Ash. Fuck me."
I pulsed my hips in short, shallow thrusts. "That's not what you want either. Not entirely." I dipped my head, unable to resist sucking on that tight, mauve nipple. "You want to come. You want me to fuck you until you come."
"Yes. God, yes. Please. Ash, I'm begging you."
I started moving in slow, deep thrusts. Dragging my cock almost entirely out of her pussy before slowly pushing it back in, all the way. It was enough movement to drive her crazy, keeping her on the brink of orgasm without tipping over. It wasn't enough to get her off. But fuck did it feel good. Torture or pleasure, the line was blurred. It was both at once.
"I need to come," she plead.
"Well, then you better ask nicely."
"Please. Sir, let me come. Let me come around your cock."
Fuck. That did it. I was normally in control. Completely in command of every movement. But that? That nearly did me in. Taking a deep breath, I paused. Without that breath, I may have just pounded my cock into her for a few thrusts. She deserved more than that. She deserved an orgasm that made her forget about her welted ass and sore knees. An orgasm that made all these hoops worth it. An orgasm that she would never forget. An orgasm that would make her realize that pain and pleasure are like a thrill ride and even when you're afraid, and your stomach is bottoming out of your body, you're safe and exhilarated.
She let out a frustrated cry as my hips brushed her clit, rolling them with each slow thrust, hitting the deeper tension-filled knot inside of her.
"Let me come. Make me come. Make me feel good. Please, Sir, please…" She was begging. Full-on begging now, and fuck, I loved every second of it.
She wriggled a wrist out of my hold and shoved her free hand between her legs and fingered her clit.
Oh, fuck no.
I clutched her hands, tangling my fingers between hers and pinned her hands back above her head.
"Bad girl," I whispered, then kissed her, prodding her mouth open with my tongue.
With that kiss, she calmed down. Sweat pushed out of her pores and dotted her forehead. Her unruly, dark brown hair framed her face and pale, freckle-covered skin. "Please, Sir," she repeated over and over and over again.
Yes. That was it. My cock grew impossibly harder from within her and I groaned. The sound of my pleasure drowning out the repeating "please" she kept saying over and over, each one more frantic and wild.
I slammed into her hard, fast, and fucked her. Really fucked her, rolling my hips with every deep, punishing thrust. My pelvis rocked against her clit, and I shifted so that I was pinning her wrists with one hand and slid the other down her body until I had my thumb circling over her ripe, swollen nub.
She cried out, her hips lifting, bucking, meeting mine thrust for thrust. My balls tightened, drawing up painfully into my body, and when I felt her convulse, I let go. Watching as her body jerked, crying in pleasure, her pussy tightened around my cock as I released in pulsing spurts inside of her.
I collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck. "Holy shit," she said, breathlessly in my ear. "Is that how it always is?"
I pushed onto my elbows, rolling my weight off of her and swallowed. "Not for years.”
She stared thoughtfully at me, her glasses askew. “Well, then, I guess we’ve got a lot of time to make up for, don’t we?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Lucy
Sunday flew by in a whir of making love and watching movies. We started with Cabaret –yeah, Judy is so the better performer—and later in the evening, Ash worked on production notes while I read. No matter how hard I tried, he wouldn’t spank me. Other than some light ordering me around, he treated me tenderly all day Sunday, giving me a pointed look when I would intentionally misbehave in the hopes of receiving a delicious punishment.
Unfortunately, as he pointed out, I seemed to be liking the pain too much; so instead of nipple clamps or ice cube ball gags; he made me sit down and write a one-thousand word journal entry on how the previous night made me feel.
Holy. Fucking. Boring. Now that was a punishment.
When Monday morning rolled around, the sound of my phone alarm was as unwelcome as getting your period on your wedding day. The blaring noise had me blearily sitting up, rubbing at my eyes. I stretched my arm, grabbing the phone and turning off the alarm.
It was five a.m. We'd only fallen asleep somewhere around eleven p.m. on Ash's insistence that I needed to rest. He wasn't wrong. The six hours wasn't enough. My eyes were itchy; my throat was dry; my knees were tender; and my sex was sore. Deliciously sore. Not that I was complaining. Even though Ash had given me extended aftercare—he had massaged my knees, put ointment and Arnica on every welt and potential bruise—I liked that I could still feel the remnants of Saturday night. I liked that I would carry some of the pain around; wear his bruises like a badge of honor. Every tim
e I sat and felt a hiss of pain on my backside, I’d think of him. And then that pain would dissolve into an entirely different kind of ache that left me wanting and wet.
Ash's arm draped across my torso, just beneath my breasts. His smooth, tanned complexion a stark contrast to my freckled skin. He mumbled something that I couldn't quite make out.
"What?" I whispered.
"Need more sleep," he said again and turned his head, his cheek smashing against the side of the pillow. "I'm the boss and I'm ordering you to sleep in more."
I chuckled and the sound felt raw against my throat. Turning onto my shoulder, I faced him, brushing my nose against his stubbled cheek. His unshaven jaw scraped against my skin and my mouth watered for his taste once more. Sex had never been like that. I had never been like that. Panting, needy, swollen. My greedy clit throbbed again from between my legs and I opened them, rubbing myself against Ash's thigh.
"Damn, woman," Ash said, but his smile lightened the words. With eyes still closed, his mouth tipped into an arrogant smirk. "How many times do I have to make you come to get some sleep?"
I parted my lips and nipped his jaw, immediately kissing the red mark flushing beneath his stubble.
"Oh, you're in for it, now," he said, suddenly wide awake. He flipped me onto my back.
I squealed, spreading my legs wide for him and pressing my heels into the backs of his thighs. The ridge of his already hard cock stroked me, its impressive length hitting me just right.
It was the perfect cock, with its straight, hard shaft and its proportioned plush head. A weird sentiment, I realized, and even still, I found myself wanting it in my mouth again. Something I hated doing before Ash. Before Ash. I had a feeling that would be a definitive phrase in my life. There was Before Ash and After Ash. He was life altering.
He took my mouth, kissing me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth at the same moment that his head pressed against my opening, sliding between my slick slit.
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