Shameless Submission: A Dark BDSM Romance

by Amanda Heartley

  He reached over and cupped her breast, rolling her tiny nipple between his fingers, and it pebbled in an instant. “I say when, and I say how.” His,” his fingers traced circles around her pert breast.

  She mumbled, “Yes, Sir. I’m here for your pleasure,” knowing full well, she was turned on more than he could ever imagine.

  He slid a lotus-shaped nipple clamp onto her hard peak and gently tightened it. She moaned in approval as he reached across her, rolled her other nipple between his fingers, and clamped that one, too. She glanced down and saw the long chain that connected them glittered like diamonds, and they didn’t seem as painful as the last time.

  “They’re beautiful. Thank you, Sir.”

  As soon as he tugged at the chain, the clamps tightened harder on her nipples. She cried out from the painful pinch, but the whole ritual of him binding and clamping her was so sexy, erotic, and methodical, she felt a warm ache building up inside of her.

  He slid his left hand between her thighs, the rough pads of his fingertips circling her clit. He smirked, then withdrew his hand and traced his fingers over her plump lips. “Taste,” he whispered, his lips a hairsbreadth from hers. Her doe eyes rounded as she sucked her juices from his fingers. “There you go, kitten.” His hand moved back down between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit. She purred as he slid two fingers deep inside her, stroking her G-spot while his thumb caressed her clit in painfully slow circles.

  She mewled and tried to grind against his hand, needing more pressure on her swollen pussy, but all she could do was wiggle her toes. “Sir…” She wanted him to move faster, harder. Fuck! He felt so good. Oh my God... She learned very quickly how to hold back from coming with the Hitachi, but this was altogether a different game. It was him, Sir. Not some cold machine or leather crop. It was his hands on her, his breath, his warmth. She closed her eyes and delighted in every stroke of his fingers across her body.

  The crop came down hard on the inside of her thigh. “Ohh!” She flinched. The sharp pain moved straight to her cunt. She was so turned on by him, she didn’t even care anymore. He could do whatever he wanted. The pain of his smacks and the softness of his whisper carried her to a place of agonizingly delicious pleasure.

  “Yes, please,” she choked, barely able to talk. “Yes, Sir…”

  Whack! He slapped her other thigh, then again and again. Her soft flesh turned bright pink, her body on fire. She closed her eyes, wanting, waiting for the exquisite slap of the crop. She’d come to enjoy the fiery sting and the welts it left on her body, especially the kisses and licks that always came after.

  He touched the inside of her thigh, admiring his handiwork. “Stella, you are so beautiful.” He circled her clit with his thumb again, coaxing it out of its hiding place. He leaned over and sucked it, and his tongue rapidly flicked the delicate, swollen pearl. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, the heady lust consuming her.

  She felt his thumbs spreading her lips, teasing them, practically choking out his words, “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

  The next thing she knew, his hand flew through the air, and the crop landed on her swollen pussy. “Ahh! Thank you, thank you, Sir. Please, please fuck me.” Her breathing was ragged as she begged and pleaded with him to enter her.

  The crop swished high above her and landed on her pussy again. “Sir! I’m begging you, please!” She needed him inside her. He held her right at the edge of ecstasy, her pussy eager to explode on his thick, sturdy cock.

  “Stella, oh, Stella. You beautiful, dirty whore, I will have you. I will have this gorgeous, fucking cunt.” He slapped it again, and she closed her eyes tight in a desperate attempt to seek sanctuary against the painful pleasure that kept pushing her toward the edge. And then she felt it. Pleasure so extreme that a loud groan crossed her lips, and her eyes widened in surprise. His hot mouth devoured her sex like a man possessed. Licking her, sucking her, soothing the heat with more heat. The crop had created a burning fire. Now, his tongue was soothing the sting. From ass to clit and back again, he soothed her, slipping inside the folds, and circling her clit. Her legs trembled, a quaking that couldn’t be stopped as she surrendered to the power of his tongue.

  Then he stopped, pulled away, and reminded her, “Stella, I didn’t say you could come.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Her face collapsed with the sob she refused to exhale. Not come? How? How do I control this traitorous body? With renewed strength she tensed, preparing her body for another onslaught. I won’t come, she thought and gritted her teeth with pure determination. I won’t. I won’t. I…

  His mouth returned to her pussy, licking and sucking her pink swollen lips. She groaned with pleasure and frustration as her deceitful body responded once again.

  His huge hands held her thighs in a forceful grip, although he didn’t need to, she was bound and couldn’t have gone anywhere. Wouldn’t have gone anywhere, even if she could.

  He spread her lips with his fingers and licked and sucked her clit and pussy like no man had before. Oh fuck, he’s good. Oh God, oh, God, don’t let me come. Fuck, is that his finger? Oh shit! Not my ass, there’s no way I can take that cock in my ass. Fuck!

  “Kitten, I’m going to fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you deep, and I’m gonna fuck you hard.” He swirled his finger around the tight entrance. “But first, you need to be primed and ready.” He grabbed the lube from the counter and squirted the cool gel down her pussy and onto her ass, working the tip of his finger into her tight, puckered hole.

  She tried to squirm, her fingers and toes wiggling frantically. “Sir? Sir you can’t…”

  He laughed as he slipped his finger in her ass. “I can’t what? Fuck your ass?” He slid his finger in and out, stretching her virgin hole. “Like this?” he said as he pushed inside deeper.

  She gasped, expecting pain, but she had to admit, it felt good. Nerve endings she didn’t even know existed were brought to life. She had never let anyone touch her there, but the way she felt right now, he could do anything he wanted. Abso-fuckin-lutely anything at all.

  “I can and I will.” Another finger joined the first, forcing her wider, going deeper. “And, kitten, when I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for this cock in your ass.” His thumb pressed into her clit as if to seal the promise. Her legs trembled in the restraints. Breathe, Stella, just breathe. I can do this. Her ass was filled with two slick fingers, fucking her slowly, filling her and stretching her. Her eyes gently closed, and she reminded herself … His pleasure, HIS pleasure, I’m here for his pleasure.

  She felt a cool, hard object rubbing her ass. It couldn’t be his dick. It’s too cold, too hard. “Mmmmm….” She was on the edge, her happy place. She felt the hard plug teasingly enter her ass, a little push, then back out again. He twisted it a little, tickling and teasing her hole as he toyed with her clit.

  “Fucking cunt, you are so beautiful. So fucking beautiful!” He pushed the plug in a little deeper, working it in and out. With a gentle nudge, it passed the tight ring of muscles and slid completely inside, which caused her to cry out. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Mmm...another day I’m going to have that tight beautiful ass, baby, but first, I want to make sure this wet pussy knows exactly who it belongs to.”

  He pinched her clit then soothed the sting with a gentle caress. “Remember, no coming. You don’t deserve to. Yet.” The crop came down again, smacking her pussy lips. He tap, tap, tapped it quickly but forcefully. Just enough to send shock waves coursing through her center.

  Stella was sure she would explode. The pink rhinestone butt plug hurt yet created a pleasant heaviness inside her at the same time. A sweet fullness. When she tightened her bottom muscles, she gasped as the pain of the hard plug ran down the nerves in her legs and made them weak. She was thankful for the ropes, realizing that without them, she couldn’t have stopped from flexing herself into a powerful orgasm.

  With her bottom and pussy displayed nicely between two intricately bound legs, he picked up his phone and snapp
ed a pic.

  “Sir! What are you doing?”

  The shutter clicked again. He walked around her, closer to her face. “Oh, is my kitten camera shy?” He took a close-up of her face that was filled with terror and mortification. “I think Walt would enjoy seeing his best girl all tied up. I’ll let him know what kind of slut you really are.” He reached for something in the drawer and pulled out a thick red marker. He wrote something on her forehead before taking another snapshot, even closer this time.

  “But—but, he’ll kill me,” she stammered her explanation. “I know what he does to the girls who don’t listen to him, and you can’t, Sir...please…please, you can’t.”

  He ignored her, sliding the phone into his pocket before reaching over the counter to pick up a red mask. “When I fuck you, kitten, and I’m going to fuck you, you won’t see anything, but you’ll definitely feel every fucking inch of my cock.” He slipped the mask over her eyes. His hot breath whispered across her face, sending chills down her spine. “And no coming or you will be punished.”

  Fuck… Her heart pounded. She couldn’t see him, and he was edging her again, closer and closer to orgasm with his fingers.

  “You like that, kitten?” he asked as his fingers circled her clit once more, and he dipped a finger inside.

  “Yes, Sir, thank you…” she moaned. “Thank you.”

  He pulled out the camera again. “Mmm... So beautiful.” The shutter clicked. His hot breath was near her pussy, another click then he placed it on the side.

  “Stella, my precious Stella.” He lifted himself between her legs. “Ahhh…” He slid the head of his dick between her wet pussy lips and forced it deep inside her. She groaned as his thick manhood filled her, rocking inside her, filling her to the hilt.

  She wanted to move with him, to grab him and hold him. “Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me! Yes! yes!” She whimpered with each thrust until saliva ran down her cheek. She was going to come, she couldn’t help it. Even knowing she would pay a steep price, she wasn’t able to stop her body from tumbling over the edge. Not this time.

  With every thrust, his balls hit the butt plug and sent a delicious pain through her ass, down her legs, and up her spine. He thrust into her harder and harder, rocking and circling his cock. He pulled the chain on her nipples, and she hissed as a searing pain scorched her titties. She was overwhelmed with delicious sensations. The pain in her breasts, the pleasure of his cock. The fear of coming, the joy of knowing it was so close.

  She almost forgot for a moment that she needed his permission. “No! No! Oh fuck… Oh! Fuck! No, no, no… Ahhhhh...” she groaned, and her legs shook in the tight ropes. She couldn’t stop. Her orgasm moved through her whole body as she exploded on his cock, her ass painfully gripping the plug as he pounded into her. His ball sac forced the plug to shift and move as she shuddered and moaned. “Ahhh…ohhh…” She needed to hold something, anything, and as her hands grabbed the air, her toes wiggled and her squeals got louder and louder.

  He fucked her hard and fast, holding her thighs tight while he pumped into her. With a few well-timed thrusts, his cock twitched as he slammed his dick deep within her. His muscles tightened as he flooded her pussy with his hot, sticky cum. “Fuck yes, you fucking slut! Fuck. Yes,” he grunted against her, pounding, jerking, fucking. It seemed he would never stop coming, and the force of his thrusts frightened her. He swiveled his hips slowly, panting as he steadied his breathing.

  “Mmmm… my little sex kitten. You got some velvet-lined pussy. So slippery wet. Do you get that wet for all the men who fuck this tight cunt?”

  Shaking her head, she said, “No, Sir. Only you, Master.” She shivered as he removed himself from her, and his cum dripped down between her ass cheeks. The shutter clicked again and again. “I wonder if Walt would appreciate my handiwork, Stella. What do you think?” He reached around to unfasten the mask, and she blinked her eyes into focus. Right in front of her face was his phone with a picture of her pussy dripping with cum.

  She loved playing the part of dirty girl. It made her feel alive. And her clients loved it, but with Sir, it made her feel just that. Dirty. And the picture he just stuck in her face? Dirty.

  “Stella, I’m talking to you.”

  “Uhm...yes, Sir?”

  “What would your pimp think if I sent him this picture of your pretty pussy? I think he’d like it. Especially with my cum dribbling down your ass. Speaking of your ass…” He reached down and slowly eased the plug out from her bottom.

  “Ow, Sir, oww...”

  “Mmmm, you like that, dirty girl?” He slid the plug back in just a touch so her tight ass muscle was stretched open again. She tried to object, but he silenced her with his eyes. She knew better than to say anything when he had that look. “Kitten, I really...” he slid the plug in a bit more “...think…” he pulled it out “...we need to start…”

  She gasped as he slid it back in, holding it there for a moment, then pulling it all the way out.

  “...your anal training.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she groaned. “I’m ready to please you. But... what about—the pics? Are you sending them to Walt?” Walt terrified her more than Sir did. He never allowed her clients to do any ‘weird, kinky shit’ as he called it. He would totally flip out if he knew what she had been doing over the past few weeks.

  Before she could even think of protesting, Sir said, “Walt and I go way back. I’m actually doing him a favor. Letting him know what a beautiful piece of ass you are. You sure do take a pretty picture, dirty girl.”

  She heard the beep and knew right then that her dirty pics were on their way to Walt. Stella didn’t know what was more frightening, the incessant pounding of her heart thundering against her chest, Walt seeing her tied up like this, or the look of pleasure on Sir’s face as he walked out the door.

  Chapter 6

  She laid there, arms and legs bound and her pussy displayed for all the world to see. Thank God the world wasn’t there. Just Stella. She wondered how long he was going to leave her like this. “Sir? Hello? Sir? Are you there?” She’d lost track of time and had no idea how long she’d been there. Suddenly, the clicking of the doorknob caught her attention and she exhaled in relief. Thank God he’s coming back to get me. I could fucking die in here.

  “Oh, Lord have mercy, girl. Master has left you here all tied up. Hold on a minute. Let me get you down from there.” Maga unlatched Stella’s hands and massaged them quickly to get the blood flowing. “You silly girl. Master left a little while ago and didn’t say a word. I figured when you weren’t in your room, I’d better come looking for you.”

  “He left? He just left me like this?” She bent over to help Maga untie the ropes on her legs. “I’ll never get out of these.”

  “Oh, honey, Master is a pro at these ropes, see?” She untied a little knot, and the ropes practically fell off. “He showed me a long time ago in case there was an emergency. He also has scissors, but the way he ties, it’s easy.” She grabbed a leg and began rubbing it back to life.

  Stella extended the other leg, stretching her calf muscles, and wiggling her toes. She didn’t even care that she was naked. After the pictures and a thorough fucking, being found naked didn’t bother her at all. “So, does he always tie girls up and leave them?” she asked as she stood up on her wobbly legs. “Maga, he wrote something on my face. What is it?”

  Maga smiled. “Oh, Master Michael, you know he’s really a big ol’ teddy bear. Come look.” Maga wrapped her arm around Stella’s waist and guided her to the door. “Let’s go to your room, you can check in there. It’s right through this door.”

  “Oh, thank you. I would love to use the restroom and shower and get whatever the fuck he wrote off my face.”

  “Wait till you see it. You may want to keep it. Now go right ahead, honey, and get yourself cleaned up. I’ll go make you some food. Better to sit in the bath though, you might get weak.”

  “Thanks, but I just want to stretch my legs and get the kinks out of my
body. A hot shower should do the trick.” She reached over and turned on the water. “So, does he?”

  Maga was already on her way out the door. She turned to Stella. “Does he what, honey?”

  “Tie up all his women?”

  “Oh dear, I really can’t say what Master does, but I do know he’s a good man.” She smiled and nodded as if in thought. “I’ll make you something nice to eat. And, Stella?”

  “Yes?”

  “You might want to check your face in the bathroom mirror.” With that, she walked out the door.

  Okay, she thought, what kind of kinky humiliation has he sent to Walt? She walked over to the mirror, unsure if she wanted to see. She knew her thighs had purple bruises so defined she could practically make out his fingerprints, but it was her face that worried her. She looked in the mirror, and her mouth dropped in shock. She walked closer to the mirror, her heart beating out of her chest. Sir had branded her forehead with four huge red letters.

  M I N E

  The shower must have taken longer than she thought. When she walked out of the steamy bathroom, she found a room service cart by the bed with an array of food on it. Bread, cereal, fruit, some coffee, juice, and a fresh stack of hot pancakes. “Whoa, is it morning already?” she said to herself, a little surprised at her squeaky voice. She looked around the room for a clue as to what time it was, or if it was day or night for that matter.

  A familiar rumbling in her tummy let her know it was time to eat. She took a blanket off the bed and wrapped herself in it before she sat down in the chair. Mmmm, food sounds so good right now. She popped a strawberry into her mouth, relishing the sweet flavor as it exploded onto her tongue. She was famished. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten, and God knows she hadn’t been outside in weeks.

  She took another bite and another while she thought about Walt and her cut of the money, about Maga being such an amazing cook, and how grateful she was that the woman untied her. And Sir, was he really that much of a bastard, or was he just a lonely man with a lot of money and a need to control? She sat back in the chair and realized she’d just polished off over half of her food. She glanced around the room and wondered again why it was stark white. Was it supposed to drive her crazy with the monotony of it all?