“How long, sub? How long since you had a hard cock stretching this poor neglected ass?” He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, twisting them as he plunged deep.
“It’s been a long time, Sir.”
Unsatisfied with the vague response, he reached up with his free hand and gave a firm tug on her nipple chain. “How long?” he insisted and watched as she arched her back off the table and moaned loudly. Elena was extraordinarily vocal during sex he remembered.
“The last time was with you, Sir.”
This admission pleased Dex unexpectedly. He knew there had to have been others, considering her very sensual nature and the fast company she kept, he hadn’t expected her to be alone all that time. But it shouldn’t please him so much. Dammit! He was supposed to be getting her out of his system with this play contract. He couldn’t let his old feelings for her resurface. The last time had crushed him. If it happened again, he didn’t think he’d survive. He let his focus return to the tight hole before him.
“Excellent sub, your poor, forgotten muscles will eagerly clamp down and grip my cock when I take this hot little hole very soon. Won’t that feel good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me what you’d like, slave.” He slipped in a third finger, stretching her in preparation for his larger than average equipment. His cock throbbed as he thought of it buried inside her dark channel.
“Sir, I want you to take my ass.”
“Try again.” He wanted a more specific answer and demanded it as he worked his fingers deeper and faster, urging her arousal higher.
“Please Sir, put your huge cock in my tight ass and ride me hard.”
“Excellent. It will be my pleasure, sub.” He pulled his fingers from her. “But first, I want to play some more.”
Elena groaned in frustration. She was rewarded by another tug on her chain. Her nipples were tender and aching inside the clamps. They tingled as the constricted blood flow chafed her nerve endings.
“Lower your hands.” She did and he pressed a small, metal object into them. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself, sub. Put your hands between your legs and use this vibe on your clit.” He twisted the end and ordered, “Start now, but you do not have permission for an orgasm. You do not come until I say. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, you may begin.” She took a peak between her thighs and saw him step back, cross his arms over his broad chest, and take up a spread legged stance as he watched her, eyes zeroed in on her pussy.
Elena flushed. She hadn’t been naked in front of him for a long time and now he was demanding that she do something even more intimate. Closing her eyes, she pressed the smooth, vibrating metal against her pussy lips and held it there.
“Come now, you can do better than that I’m sure.”
Elena slid the vibe over her clit and began to circle it gently.
“Better, but not great. I can understand no anal sex in two years, but surely you’re not going to tell me you haven’t played with yourself either.”
“No, Sir.”
“Then do it like you are trying to find some pleasure, sub. Take your fingers and spread those lips wide so I can see. Slide the vibe all over and around your clit. Please me by pleasuring yourself.”
His words and his deep voice increased her arousal tenfold it seemed. She pulled her lips apart and pressed the metal vibe against her clit. Mother of God! His eyes watching what she had only done in the privacy of her bedroom made the act highly erotic. She fought back her rising orgasm.
“Very nice. Now pull those lips back toward your belly. I want to see the hood slide back.” He walked around the table toward her head until she was looking straight up at his handsome face. “Keep that up. That pearly clit is getting hard and distended. Concentrate that vibe right there while you suck my cock.”
He then lowered the upper section of the table so her lips were on the level with his hips. Opening his leathers, he removed his rigid cock and stepped closer until he was mere inches from her mouth. His length was impressive but it was the girth that was really inspiring. Gripping it in one hand, he began to slide the head along her lower lip, spreading his pre-cum like gloss over her lips. His other hand sank into the hair at her nape, arching her head back and controlling her head movements. She hoped she could still accommodate him in both her mouth and ass after all this time.
“Open your mouth and take me deep while you pleasure yourself. But remember you don’t have leave to come yet. You have to wait until I’m buried inside you and I give you permission.”
She opened to answer, but before she could respond he slipped the head in her mouth and the sound came out as a muffled groan. He chuckled in response. “Ah yes little sub, no need to talk when you can have a hard cock in your mouth instead. Take me deeper.” He suppressed a groan as she worked him. Concentrating on the underside with her pointed little tongue, she then swirled around the head before sucking him deep. Her cheeks hollowed as she increased the suction. He started to move his hips, gliding his hardness in and out of her scalding hot mouth. Yeah, he remembered this.
But the scene was hotter than his imagination causing him to worry that he wouldn’t be able to hold out long enough for the big finish he had planned. He tried to refocus by concentrating on her and noticed that her hands had stilled between her legs. Tugging on her hair he reprimanded her, “Pay attention. And keep the vibe busy on your clit.” She quickly resumed the slow circling. His view between her spread thighs was perfect and so hot.
Moving a hand to her breasts he flicked each clamp in turn keeping her on edge with the pleasure-pain. The other hand maintained a firm grip in her hair, guiding and controlling her head allowing him to dominate her mouth with his hard cock. He couldn’t keep it up much longer so he reluctantly pulled out of her heavenly mouth. “Arms over your head, sub.”
Elena gratefully removed the vibe from her throbbing clit and raised her arms over her head where he relieved her of the toy. He then raised the head of the table to about thirty degrees and clipped her wrists to the eyebolt hidden at that top of the table. He returned to his place between her spread and restrained legs and paused for a moment, his eyes savoring every inch of her. He stroked his aching cock as he looked at her flushed face, pleased with the moisture that covered her skin from the exertion of holding back her orgasm. Her luscious tits were clamped and her spread, sopping wet pussy was a sight to behold.
God he had missed her, had dreamed of this exact scene time and again as he jerked off alone in his bed or in the shower. He had never been able to exorcise her from his brain. She was his woman, his one. He couldn’t fool himself. He still loved her, but he couldn’t open himself up to trust her again, her leaving had obliterated him.
Mentally shrugging off the emotions that could cripple him, he approached her widespread, dripping pussy. It tempted him but he planned to take her ass and he intended to follow through. He convinced himself that if he stuck to a plan, a script and didn’t let her suck him in he had a better shot at maintaining an air of detachment.
He slipped the broad head of his cock between her swollen wet lips. She had so much honey that lube was unnecessary. He could see it coating her ass and there were small drops beneath her thighs as she dripped on the floor. Her heat overwhelmed him as he slid along her wet skin, moving more of her moisture down to her ass, preparing her for his penetration.
“I’m going to take this tight ass now, sub. Breathe deep, relax and take what I give you.”
Although she was anxious, she wanted him deep inside her. To feel him moving against her after so long was an answer to a prayer. She begged him, “Yes! Please, Sir. Please take my ass.” She was sobbing she was so aroused. Her hips were involuntarily twitching and arching toward him in anticipation of his entry. “Please, I can’t hold out much longer.”
“You can and you will.” He pressed against her tight hole and his head slipped in with a little pop. Her loud groan echoed throughout t
he playroom. “That’s it. Take me inside. Clamp onto my cock with those tight little muscles.”
“Yes Master. Fuck me,” she begged.
Dex paused and landed a swat with an open palm on her outer thigh. “None of that now, sub.”
“Sorry, Sir.” Elena tried to distract herself from the stretching discomfort in her ass. She breathed deeply and thought about the sting on her thigh. What a double standard. These Doms cussed like sailors but couldn’t stand for their subs to do the same. Granted, Dex had always been careful around her but occasionally still let one fly. He had been over exposed for years in the military after all. However, he took her to task if she did the same even in the heat of passion. But wait, was he upset by the curse word or that she had forgotten and called him Master? She was pulled from her thoughts as he continued his possession of her ass and filled her yet another inch.
“Just relax, I’m about halfway in. Bear down a little and you’ll take all of me.”
His wide cock was abrading her tender tissues and she took deep breaths trying to relax her muscles enough to take him. From her vantage point, with the head of the table raised, she could see him working between her legs. When she watched him take the metal vibe out of his shirt pocket, it dawned on her then that he was still fully dressed. He had only opened his pants enough to take out his cock. In the past, when he stayed dressed and she was naked, it made her feel more submissive. Tonight, it made her feel distant and separate despite the fact he was burying himself inside her. The vibrations hit her clit and startled her out of her head.
“Your mind is wandering tonight. Pay attention, sub.” Dex ordered sternly and he frowned at her inattention.
“Sorry, Sir. It’s just that…ahhh!” Elena arched into the vibe at her clit and Dex sank the rest of the way into her ass.
“Glad to see you’re back with me.” He looked down at the sight of his cock stretching and filling her and nearly lost it. “I’m going to move inside you now, sub. You may come anytime. I want to feel your muscles squeeze me while I’m buried deep inside you.”
“Yes, Master. Please take me fast and hard.” When she felt him stiffen and stop abruptly, she realized her mistake. She had called him Master again. It came out intuitively, because she would always think of him that way. But, they were no longer Master and slave. It was so obvious now that she had ruined that forever. Elena averted her eyes in a seeming act of submission, but she actually couldn’t stand to look in his eyes and see the cold detachment. “I’m sorry, Sir.
With her apology, he resumed his domination of her body and began thrusting deeply again. Elena tried to rock against his plunging hardness, but the restraints limited her movement and all she could do was press her clit just a fraction more against the vibe. She was almost there and told him so.
“Come now!” He thrust against her again, relentless and unyielding. “Now!”
Elena was already gone and she convulsed around him. Her clit throbbed and her ass pulsed, but her middle, her aching grasping middle clutched at the emptiness. Her pussy unfilled and left wanting even as her orgasm claimed her. When Dex felt her muscles clench and grip him tight, he quickly followed her into climax as her convulsing muscles milked him of every drop of his seed. He grunted and strained as his cock jerked and spasmed now ultra-sensitive to the heat and tightness surrounding him. As he drank in the sensation he thrust deep once more. He wanted to stay this way forever.
Reluctantly he opened his eyes and looked at her. Her face was flushed and her breathing labored as she eased back to reality, awash in pleasure. She had always been an extremely sensual and carnal creature. He broke contact and slipping out of her moved away to discard the used condom, then zipped himself up.
Elena watched as he moved to the sink and wet a cloth. He returned to her and released her wrists. Assessing her status, he angled her face up to his and slipped his fingers down to her throat. “How are you doing, sub?” Elena knew what he was asking as he checked her pulse rate.
“I’m fine, Sir. I’m not flying, but I came close.”
Dex grunted in acknowledgement, “Still need pain to put you into subspace then? Tell me, do you still crave the whip?”
“Yes, Sir.” She whispered and flushed. Thrilled at the memories that washed over her, but embarrassed all the same, no one had ever sent her flying but Dex.
He nodded, and then surprised Elena by removing her wrist restraints and handing her the wet cloth. Rather than performing the task himself as he’d done in the past, he was allowing her to cool her own face and neck. Sliding out an extension of the table, he released her ankles and lowered her legs, massaging them briefly to restore her circulation. He took the rag from her trembling hands and went back to the sink, rewetting it with warm water. Handing it back to her he moved aside as he let her cleanse the rest of her body.
He returned a few minutes later with a blanket. He signaled for her to sit up then wrapped it around her shoulders before handing her an open bottle of water and encouraging her to drink. Elena felt hot and cold at the same time. This was not what she had expected. He was too distant. The sex was hot, but it was impersonal. He stood at her side and watched her closely. She could read no emotion on his face.
“I am quite pleased with the scene. I think we should meet weekly for our play sessions, is that acceptable to you?”
Dazed and disappointed, she couldn’t think and could barely form words. She ended up echoing his words, “Once a week?”
“Yes, I have other obligations, classes, other sub contracts, etcetera and that’s about all the time I have in my schedule for now. I can free up some more time in a few weeks if we continue to work well together.”
Elena didn’t know how to respond. Oh my God! She thought there would still be something there. Some remnant of what they had shared in the past. Some glimmer of emotion, maybe even the love they had shared. But she had made a huge mistake. Obviously, she had destroyed whatever feelings he had in the past, of that she was certain. He wanted her body but that wasn’t enough for her. What would she do now?
“Elena? Will Monday’s at eight work for you?” His voice was cool and professional as if he discussed a business meeting, not another fuck session. “You don’t perform on Mondays so I assumed you would be free. We could play on Wednesdays after your sets, at midnight if you prefer.” Dex moved around the room straightening up, placing the used toys in the bin for cleaning.
Elena sat there stunned. She had to gather herself enough to respond to him. What should she say?
“Elena?” Stepping up to her, he cupped her chin and angled her face up to his. He looked at her, gauging her condition. “Are you with me? You told me you weren’t flying, was that true?” His beautiful blue eyes searched hers.
“Yes, Sir. I’m just still in orgasm recovery,” she lied calmly. She didn’t know how because she was actually feeling totally devastated. “It took a bit out of me, is all.”
“Yes, it has been a while for you then, hasn’t it? Let me get you some chocolate which will help.” He quickly produced a piece of Dove chocolate and held it against her lips. “Take some time and relax. I have the room for another hour. Oh, I almost forgot.” He crossed the room where his black toy bag lay and removed some papers. “Here is a limit list that I want returned before our next session, say by Friday. I’ll need it to prepare for our next appointment.”
Still stunned by his rather business-like unemotional demeanor, Elena took the papers staring down at them blankly.
“I have marked out the play and implements that are off limits for me. I want you to mark the rest with a yes, no or willing to try. I am sure you have broadened your horizons in the time you have been gone, but I don’t want to make any assumptions.”
Elena frowned she didn’t know Dex had a limit list. She quickly scanned the checklist noticing that the whip had been marked out leaving only crops, straps, paddles and floggers under impact play. “You don’t use your single tail anymore, Sir?”
“Of course, but that kind of intense play calls for a great deal of trust and intimacy. I don’t include any type of edge play in an ROA arrangement.” He stood before her then, the room was set to rights and she noticed he had his bag in his hand. Their time together was obviously at an end. “I’ll have Master Jason come up then” he consulted his watch, “in about forty-five minutes and give you a ride home.”
Elena stood and crossed the room climbing in bed in an attempt to hide from his intense gaze. “Thank you Sir, but I have a ride with Ronnie from my band. Can I get back to you about our next-?” She could barely bring herself to say it, “appointment?”
“Certainly, call me here at The Club. If you don’t get me leave a voice mail.” He pulled a card from his bag and she watched him set it atop her folded clothes.
Just like a business arrangement, she was like one of his clients. She realized she should be glad he wasn’t charging her for his time. She lay down on the big bed and curled up in a ball pulling the sub blanket still closer around her. Her back was to him so he couldn’t see her face. “Are you all right for me to leave? I have to get ready for a client at 10:30.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m fine.” She cleared her throat of the tears building. Begging silently, please just go before I break down. She swallowed and hoped her voice wouldn’t give away her emotions when she spoke again. “I don’t want to keep you.”
“Nonsense. Aftercare is part of the play if you remember.” He approached the bed.
She breathed deeply, trying to do so quietly so as not to give away her level of distress. She continued her silent plea; please go, please go, please, just go! She felt his heavy hand against her shoulder and he squeezed. Elena closed her eyes tightly and tears escaped. She realized it was the first sign of affection he had given her. Her mind reeled as she grasped the fact that he had never once kissed her, caressed her or touched her in any way other than what was required for the scene. He hadn’t even used her name during the scene, just calling her sub. Devices had been used to stimulate her nipples and he had barely even touched her himself. Lord, he had even used a vibe to stimulate her clit. Their skin hadn’t touched other than his fingers occasionally because he hadn’t even removed his clothes. A condom had covered his cock and she was surprised now that he hadn’t worn it while he used her mouth. He obviously didn’t want her touch because he hadn’t allowed her to touch him, caress or hold him in any fashion. Oh God, she lamented, he must really despise her. Or rather he was indifferent and felt nothing for her any longer except as a sub to meet his sexual needs. She didn’t know which would be worse.
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