by Emma York
He spanked me.
It was a stinging pain and intense feeling of lust that rose up in me with each blow. I was a bad girl. I needed punishing. I deserved this.
My nerve endings came to life, waking my entire body as if it had been asleep up to now. Then he simply stopped. I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t sure what was happening but all of a sudden, his hands were between my legs, stroking my thighs, making my pussy wetter than ever. I pushed back against his hand but he ignored the pleas of my body, of my soul.
He dipped his tongue into my ass. I almost collapsed on the floor from the sensation. It was only for a moment because then he was turning me round, lifting me onto the desk, sitting me on the edge, my legs open, his body between them.
His lips were on mine a moment later. I hadn’t expected it. He kissed me as if we were the only two people in the world and this was the only way to remain alive, as if he might lose me the moment he stopped.
His tongue slid into my mouth, entwining with mine, bonding us together in lust. I ran my hands over his back, feeling his need for me growing stronger with every passing second.
He pulled away from the kiss all too soon but then there were more, on my face, on my neck, down my chest. He sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth but all too briefly. Then he moved down further, over my stomach, reaching my pussy as he knelt between my legs.
I felt his hot breath and then he kissed me there, turning me into his eternal sub. I could never want another man again, not after that expert touch of his mouth on my pussy.
The tip of his tongue explored my folds, his hands sliding over my legs, finding my entrance, dipping into me, pushing a finger deep into my wetness, his tongue on the one spot I needed it most.
At first, it was almost too much to take. He seemed to realise, easing his movements before picking up speed again, matching the motion of his hand to his tongue. The finger inside me made me groan with need and then his lips were on me, kissing, sucking, licking, tormenting and pleasuring me in equal measure. I rocked against his hand, it was all becoming a blur of pleasure and I knew what would happen if he kept going.
“I’m going to come,” I muttered, rocking harder against his tongue, grinding onto his face.
“Ask me for permission,” he said, pausing for a moment. “You cannot come without my consent.”
“Please,” I said, so close, I could feel it. “Please, let me come.”
“Come for me,” he growled, plunging his finger all the way in, his tongue back on my clit, flicking it in lightning fast movements. I lasted only another few seconds before an orgasm tore through me like nothing I’d ever known. For a second, I wasn’t even in the room, I was somewhere far above it, floating in the clouds.
My whole body tensed up, every muscle in me rigid, my back arched in place, his tongue still moving but lighter, knowing intuitively I could take no more.
I let out a cry as I came and the noise awoke a hunger in him that couldn’t be contained.
He stood up, pressing his lips to mine, sucking the gasps of my climax from me, taking them deep into his lungs. He was fighting his clothes a second later, desperate to get them off.
Then he just stopped. “Look at me,” he said.
I opened my eyes, seeing him naked for the first time. His body was magnificent, muscles, tattoo on his right arm, a Celtic design. Then down his body and oh my, between his legs was a throbbing rigid cock that would never fit in me. I was sure of that. It was just too big.
“Kneel,” he said, walking over to an armchair in the corner and sitting down, looking at me expectantly. “Kneel on the floor.”
I did as he asked, trying to control my breathing, not wanting to stare at his cock with such hunger in my eyes but unable to stop myself.
“Crawl over to me.”
I moved on all fours. It should have been humiliating but instead I basked in his arousal, knowing what this was doing to him. When I reached him he smiled. “Keep crawling.”
I realised what he wanted me to do and I grinned too. Another shuffle of my knees and I was between his legs, plunging my mouth over his waiting cock, taking him deep into the back of my throat. I only slid off him when I needed a breath, gasping for air before sliding my tongue around the tip, slapping it over my lips, gripping the shaft tightly with both hands, my fingers barely meeting around the sheer girth of the thing.
“Sit on me,” he said, pulling me upright, moving me impatiently onto his lap. I sank down onto him, his hand on his shaft, guiding the tip up into me. Somehow I widened enough for him to fit inside and then I was impaled on his length, my legs dangling either side of his, my hands on his chest, feeling those muscles of his for the first time, wondering how I had lasted so long without giving in to him. It was even better than I'd dreamed it might be.
He lifted my hips and lowered them as if I weighed nothing at all. At first I could do nothing but feel the sensation of it in me. My pussy felt so full, so gloriously stretched by him, it was the most exquisite feeling, a slight pain with incredible pleasure, just like being spanked but even more intense.
We kissed as I started to rock on him, grinding down against him, his fingers on my clit, bringing me to a second orgasm within a minute. It struck me hard, making me grip him tightly, draw him deeper into me.
“Stand up,” he said as my climax died down.
I didn’t want to get off that magnificent cock of his but I had to obey him. I did as he asked, standing on shaking legs and panting slightly.
“On all fours,” he said. “Crawl to the desk.”
I didn’t get far. As soon as I started to move, he was behind me, his hands on my hips. “I can’t resist you any longer,” he said, plunging his shaft back into me, drawing me onto him.
I let out a shriek of delight. “Fuck me,” I said as he teased my pussy by hovering at the entrance, just dipping in and out, going no further. “Please fuck me.”
“You came without asking,” he said, his hand smacking down on my ass a second later. “You don’t get rewards when you misbehave.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I replied. “Please fuck me. I won’t do it again, I swear.”
He let out a chuckle and slid a little deeper into me. “Consider this a warning.”
He spanked me again before plunging all the way in, filling me to capacity. There wasn’t a single inch of room to spare inside me, he spread and stretched me more than I thought possible. Wetness was dripping from me as he rocked back and forth, the noise of it filling the air. I moaned into the carpet beneath me as I reached between my legs, finding my clit, trying to ease the need it sent out to me to be touched, to come again, my body greedy for more.
“Please can I come,” I asked, my voice muffled by the carpet. “Please let me come.”
“Come for me,” he said, suddenly slamming into me so fast the air was pushed out of my lungs. I couldn’t do anything but feel it, his length driving home again and again until with an almighty scream, I came at the same moment he did. I felt his cock twitching inside me just as I came and my orgasm was accompanied by him spurting deep into me, filling me with his heat.
By the time my climax had faded, he was slowly sliding out of me, moving to sit on the chair once more as if nothing had happened. “Crawl to me,” he said, beckoning me over.
I moved slowly, my legs not taking the signals from my brain, as if I was drunk or half asleep. Eventually, I made it to him and he pulled my head to his leg, stroking my hair, smiling down at me. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice warm where it had been cold just moments ago.
“Thank you,” I said, glancing up at him, “Sir.”
TWENTY - BILL
I had one more thing to do before I could start my new life. It would come later in the day. First, I had to get out of bed. That wasn’t easy with Lucy doing what she was doing.
Last night had been so much better than I expected, I almost thought it was a dream. She’d been so submissive, so good at obeying me,
like no sub I’d ever had before. But then she was like no woman I’d ever known. I’d become obsessed with her since the moment I met her. I thought it was because I wanted to use her, to gain my own selfish pleasure from her like I’d done with so many other subs in the past. But she was different. I was different too. I was becoming a different person.
I’d never imagined wanting to settle down with someone. But where I saw settling down as Ted and his unhappy marriage, I had realised I could make it what I wanted. I was in charge of everything else in my life, I could be in charge of this too. Me and Lucy. Dom and sub. Our lives could be whatever we wanted them to be, not what anyone else expected of us.
I realised as we lay together in my bed that my obsession wasn’t about just having a taste of her. It was about having a life with her. It felt strange. I couldn’t imagine thinking any differently and yet up until she arrived with the contract, I was still confused. She took away the confusion. She made everything clear. I wanted her. I wanted a lifetime with her. I wanted to never leave this bed, not while she was doing that.
She had fallen asleep before me. We had climbed into bed naked and within minutes she was asleep. I had lain awake a while longer, just watching her, the way her chest rose and fell, the way that smile lingered on her face long after she’d drifted off, the way her hair cascaded onto the pillow.
How could I ever have imagined this bed with anyone else in it but her? How could I ever have thought of letting her go, of using her and then discarding her? I would never do anything like that. I would never do anything to risk what we had. I would worship her and in turn she would let me dominate her. I went to sleep happier than I had been in a very long time.
I woke up even happier. At first, I didn’t know what was happening. Then I realised. I threw back the blankets and there she was, her mouth wrapped around my cock.
“That’s quite a way to wake up,” I said, my voice strained as her tongue flicked over the tip.
“I couldn’t resist,” she said, grinning up at me, staring into my eyes as she took me deep into the back of her throat. I let out a deep groan.
“You made one mistake,” I said when she again slid off me, her tongue gliding over my shaft.
“What’s that?”
“You didn’t ask for permission.”
“I clearly have a lot to learn,” she said, climbing onto all fours, facing away from me, her ass pointing towards me. She reached back and spread her cheeks apart. “Perhaps you could teach me.”
“Tease me with a view like that and I might have to put something in there.”
“Promises, promises.”
The lube was in the bedside drawer. I reached for it before pausing. “Close your eyes, head down.”
I watched her for a moment. She looked so beautiful. I couldn’t believe I’d almost lost the chance to see that, to be with her, to do what I was about to do. I didn’t need the plug, not for this. I had something else in mind, something that we would both enjoy, something that would bond us together forever, something I suspected no one had done to her before.
When she had done as I asked, I dug out the little white bottle, scooping out a portion of lube and rubbing it into my cock, adding more to her ass, gliding between her buttocks, running a generous portion down over her pussy, just enough to tease her for teasing me.
Then I knelt behind her, lifting my hand and bringing it smacking down onto her ass. I was rewarded by a shriek from her as she jolted forwards on the bed. “Ow,” she said into the blankets. “That hurt.”
“It’s supposed to,” I said. “Just the right amount.”
I spanked her six times. The first three were not too hard, the last three firm enough to make my palm sting as it slapped down on her waiting ass. Between each blow, I rubbed her buttocks gently, teasing her whilst making sure she was nice and slippery for what I had planned.
With the last blow, I made it strike low, just by her pussy, making her shriek with shock. I didn’t pause for long, not letting her recover before moving on. Before she knew what was happening, I had moved behind her, gliding my cock between her buttocks, rubbing it back and forth, enjoying the sensation.
I dipped it down as she rocked in place, finding her pussy, nudging inside. I gave her only a hint of what I could do before pulling free, leaving her growling with frustration.
“Has anyone ever been in your ass before?” I asked, stroking her hole with my finger.
“Never,” she said, her voice shaky.
“Would you like me in there?”
“Will it hurt?”
“Maybe a little. Like the spanking.”
“Be gentle.”
“Ask me to put it in there.”
“Please, Sir, put it in my ass.”
“Put what in there?”
“Please put your cock in my ass.”
“Good girl.”
I dipped my finger into her hole, loving the tight grip around me. Would I be able to get in there? If she’d never had anything, would she find it impossible to relax?
“Take a deep breath,” I said. “Let it out slowly.”
As she did so, I nudged my finger deeper, moving it around, stretching her, warming her up for what I had planned. With my other hand, I toyed with her clit, bringing her to the brink of orgasm but not letting her tip over the edge, not yet. I wanted her desperate to come, that way she would be ready for me, for me to be in there, in that incredible ass of hers.
I slid my finger free, spreading her buttocks, staring at her hole. “Ask me again.”
“Please, Sir, please put your cock in my ass.”
I pushed her hips down, moving her so she was in the right place. Then I ran the tip of my cock down the valley between her buttocks, finding the entrance where my finger had just left. With a slight pressure of resistance there, I paused. “Take another deep breath.”
As she breathed in, I pushed down, the resistance fading just enough for the tip of me to edge into her ass. She gasped as I stopped dead, holding myself there, resisting fucking her, wanting to slam into her but knowing it was too soon.
“Feel good?”
“So good,” she growled, a hint of pain in her voice.
“Good.” I rocked back and forth, with each motion gliding a little deeper, helped by the copious amounts of lube I had used on my shaft. The tightness felt incredible, gripping me like she would never let me go.
I took a few minutes to move forwards, stretching her gradually until I was done. “I’m all the way in your ass,” I said when my hips pressed against hers. “I didn’t think you’d be able to take all of me, not on your first try.”
“Please can I come now?” she asked and she had barely got the words out before I felt the muscles inside her contracting. I didn’t punish her for it. I was gratified that the feeling of my cock all the way inside her was enough to make her climax. I enjoyed the sensation, moving slightly as she moaned under me, twisting her hips from left to right, grinding back against me.
I decided to keep still, let her choose the motion. I had given her the permission to enjoy this by taking away her need to decide whether or not to let me in her ass. Now she could just enjoy the sensation.
I held onto her hips as she rocked back against me, gradually picking up speed. “I need to come again,” she said, her voice strained. “Please, may I?”
“Come for me,” I replied, thrusting suddenly all the way into her ass. Colour bloomed across her skin as she screamed into the blankets. The sight almost tipped me over the edge and my ability to keep a slow steady motion went at the same time. I started slamming into her, sending the air from her body as I grunted and panted, loving the grip, the sight of my cock vanishing into her ass again and again.
“Oh fuck,” I muttered. “I’m going to come.”
“Come in my ass, Sir, I want to feel it in there. Give it to me. Fuck, you’re driving me crazy. Please, give it to me.”
Her begging did it, I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a
primal groan, I slammed home, spurting deep into her ass, filling her with my wet heat before I fell slack against her, my cock still twitching, the grip of her muscles squeezing out the last drops from me.
I slid back slowly, knowing that could hurt more if I wasn’t careful. But she was good, not complaining once, just letting out a little moan when I finally left her ass. I fell onto my side on the bed and she lay facing me, a wild eyed look of enjoyment on her face. “That was fun,” she grinned. “Now I can see why people like it so much.”
“That’s what you get for teasing me.” I stroked her cheek gently, surprised by the burning heat of her skin.
“Then I’ll have to tease you every morning.”
It made me feel so good to hear her say that. She wasn’t thinking of getting away. She was already talking about every morning. That meant she was thinking about staying here, staying with me. I knew that I only had to command her to do it and she would.
I kissed her then, the two of us lying together until my alarm went off. “What’s that?” she asked. “I was almost asleep.”
“That is the sign that I need to get to the office.”
“What? Really?”
“You need to come too. Can’t have the head of adult fiction absent today.”
“Why, what’s happening today?”
“A meeting with Marty Berghaus, his lawyer, and we have quite a lot to tell them. Did I mention they’ve started legal proceedings against us? They’re confident I haven’t got another book lined up to take his place.”
“But you have.”
“Thanks to you and your housemate.”
“All I did was get her to sign the contract.”
“That was enough. That contract you got for me will no doubt be discussed at great length today. It’ll be boring, it’ll be dull, it’ll take all day. Sound good?”
“I’m sure we can think of some ways to liven it up. Where did you put that case from the conference?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Well, that’s for you to decide. All I have to do is submit, isn’t that right?”
