Shameless Submission: A Dark BDSM Romance

by Amanda Heartley

  “Get up on the bench, you dirty little girl, and hurry up.” His voice was calm and as cold as steel.

  She glanced sideways at him and obeyed, wondering if all this was worth $1,000 a night. The searing hot pain on her ass burned as she moved her body up onto the sawhorse-shaped bench. Her arms grasped at the leather padding and pulled herself up. As she laid there, her breasts on either side of the bench, he quickly latched her left arm with the restraint, then her right. Stella was glad to be bound to the bench, it made it easier for her to go to her happy place when she didn’t have to think about being still. She was sure he wouldn’t like that thought, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, or her for that matter.

  He lifted her leg and fastened it to the bench. She wiggled her ass and tried to get comfortable, but he realized what she was doing and fastened the strap a little tighter. He moved to her other leg and fastened it the same way. Stella was very aware how vulnerable she was with her ass and pussy on display. She told herself it was just for a few days, then he’d give her the money and she could go, or at least she hoped she could.

  “How are you feeling now?” She felt his fingers tracing over the welts the crop had left behind and each time his fingertips passed over them, the pain stirred through her ass and legs like a million bee stings.

  She swallowed hard—she could almost taste her heart beating in her throat. “May I speak, Sir?”

  “Yes, you may, slave girl,” he replied.

  She felt his hands kneading and massaging her back, his fingertips working out the knots on her shoulders. “How long, Sir?” His hands actually felt good on her skin. He was very adept at what he was doing, and as she felt the tension in her back and neck subsiding, she exhaled, waiting patiently for his answer.

  She felt him move in front of her. She lifted her head from the narrow headrest to look at him, then quickly put it back down as she remembered his command. Eyes down.

  He cupped her face and lifted it to his. He looked deep into her pale green eyes, and the cold and hard way he regarded her made her shiver. He finally replied, “As long as it takes, dirty girl. As long as it takes.” Her heart dropped, as long as what takes, she thought.

  She realized he had her this time. Although her mind told her to give this up and start a new life, her purse and her pussy wanted her to stay. An agonizingly deep and achy kind of stay.

  He smirked at her, practically laughing as she lay there tied up and vulnerable. “Stella,” and as tears of frustration welled up in her eyes, he said, “you have been a naughty, naughty girl. In fact, this is the naughtiest you have ever been.” His fingers caressed her teary cheek. “I’m at a loss for words here. I don’t know what to say. Where to start.” He pursed his lips and bent his head down.

  Silently, he traced his finger along her spine. The goose bumps that rose on her skin reminded her of the day he’d made love to her after he’d bound her with the Shibari ropes. How their scratchy feel had felt so good on her skin. Her involuntary submission, his thick cock inside her, pounding and stretching the walls of her pussy until she couldn’t hold back. Fuck! That cock! She actually thought she loved him back then, but he sent the pictures to Walt just to piss him off and the situation escalated to the point of no return. Maga had shot Walt in the back to save Stella and Sir, and Stella finally realized this was all just a sick and twisted game. No love. No passion. Just pure, shameless fucking up people’s lives. Fucking son-of-a-bitch!

  His words brought her back to reality. “You need a safe word. A word you can say if it gets to be too much. We haven’t discussed this before, but then you’ve never needed it.” He reached down to her breast and placed a clamp on her soft nipple, tugging it slightly. She moaned as she felt the blood rush to her tender breast. “What would you like your safe word to be?” He palmed her other nipple until it peaked into a hard nub and then clamped it as well.

  “Your safe word shouldn’t be STOP or FUCK or SHIT or anything you might say in a normal scene. It should be something you can remember. Something you will remember to say if I ever pass your limitations.”

  “Apple,” she said.

  “Apple? Very good. Like the company?”

  “The fruit.”

  She flinched when his fingertips tickled down her spine and toyed with her bare asshole. He slid it down to her pussy, and she was surprised at how wet she was. His fingers swirled around her wet lips then entered her, and his thumb circled and massaged the puckered hole.

  “You love this, don’t you, my little dirty whore?” He slid his wet fingers out of her and smacked her swollen pussy. She flinched, her back tensing from the sudden pain. “Mmmm... you love to get your pussy slapped, don’t you?” He slapped her lips again and she moaned. “How’s that, kitten? Yeah? I think your greedy little pussy likes a little smack. Feel how wet you are?”

  He slid two fingers between her lips, scooping up the wetness. She instinctively tried to protest, jerking hard on the straps that tethered her to the bench, but she couldn’t move. Stella thought she heard his breath get heavier, but she was breathing so hard at the delicious sensation, she couldn’t tell if it was him or her.

  “Stella, dirty girl… You’re so funny. You can’t resist me.” His voice was calm, but steely. She didn’t know if it was the fierce beating of her heart that made her body tremble, or the impending orgasm that was building from his commanding voice and nimble fingers deep inside her aching pussy.

  He circled around the bench and gently lifted her chin. His deep, velvety voice filled the silence as he spoke. “My filthy, dirty whore...”

  She raised her brow as if to answer him with her eyes.

  “You know you’re a whore, right? Still the same slut I rescued a few months ago. You were beaten and bruised, thoroughly fucked and drunk,” he smirked. “You know that, right?”

  She narrowed in anger, but she admitted the truth he spoke, “Yes, Sir.”

  “And you know I’m not a bad man, right?”

  She nodded.

  “I asked you a direct question.”

  “Yes, Sir. I know you aren’t a bad man.” Her anger was cresting, his vile degradation and disrespect was wearing her down. This wasn’t who she wanted to be, wasn’t what she wanted to be.

  “Good.” He walked over to the wall and removed a leather paddle hanging there among the crops and whips. She scowled when she saw it. On one hand, she craved the spankings—they made her feel alive. On the other hand… She’d never been paddled before, and her ass still stung from the crop. Sir pushed her to the edge over and over again, and although he punished her when she was defiant, she had complete trust in him that he would never truly hurt her.

  And now she had a safe word.

  Apple. The fruit.

  She took a deep breath. It was finally happening…

  Chapter 13

  “Thank you, Sir!” she cried out as the paddle landed hard on her butt. Her ass cheeks jiggled in response to the thwack! Another swat and she cried out again. “Thank you, Sir!” A white-hot pain covered her ass, moving down to her toes as the paddle came down again on the other cheek.

  Thwack!

  “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered. Letting go of her fear and tension, enjoying the feeling of all her nerves coming alive. She knew if she relaxed, the paddle wouldn’t be painful—it would be pure pleasure. Her pussy ached to feel him inside her again. Another whack and she could barely muster up another, “Thank you… Sir.”

  She heard him put the paddle down. Now his hands were on her ass, his thumbs between her cheeks, rubbing in circles and soothing the heat. Her tight little pucker opening and closing as he spread her cheeks apart, massaging the pain away. The rubbing stopped and suddenly, she felt something warm and wet tickle her pussy. She gasped in delight when she realized it was Sir’s tongue. She moaned at the relaxing feeling it gave her. So much pleasure, yet sensuous, and her pussy ached in response.

  His tongue left her pussy and slowly worked its way up her bod
y as he licked and sucked her soft flesh. Her ass still felt hot, and as his soothing tongue grazed the raised marks, sending incredibly sexy sensations coursing through her body. When he reached her neck, he nuzzled against her, his hot mouth sucking and licking her nape as his fist twisted into her mass of curly hair. He pulled her head back and carefully placed a dayglow pink ball gag into her mouth, fastening it at the back of her neck. “Remember, my dirty little whore. No fighting, and you’d better think twice about coming.”

  She nodded in agreement just as the paddle came down on her white-hot ass again. It hurt, painfully good. “Don’t try to move, feel it.” The paddle connected with her butt again, and this time the desire tore through her body. Her insides ached for release. How did she ever come to like this torture? Please, just fuck me, she thought, as she groaned against the ball. Her heart raced as she heard the swish of the paddle flying through the air again and felt it land on her ass with a loud smack.

  Her saliva dripped down the ball gag as she tried to breathe through the pain. She was ready to come. God, she wanted to come. Her throat was dry, and she inhaled through her nose as her panting came fast and hard. The paddle smacked her ass again, and the fire felt pleasant under her skin, pleasing enough that she thought she’d explode. Stella needed release, a release from the edge he’d taken her to—a release from the pent-up achiness deep inside.

  She balled up her fists and bit down on the gag. Her ass burned, her eyes teared up, and she let out a small whimper until a warm calmness consumed her thoughts. She felt like she was floating on air.

  Her mind was totally blank when she felt his warm tongue licking her buttocks once more, and his fingertips moved slowly to her clit. He slid a finger deep inside, and she arched and moaned as her orgasm flowed through her like a wave of ecstasy, kissing each nerve ending in her body. She mewled against the ball gag, she couldn’t stop. This was euphoric bliss.

  Painful. Euphoric. Bliss.

  He slid his fingers from her pussy and rested them gently on her tender bottom. He leaned in, and she felt his hot breath close to her face. “Your ass is beautifully pink,” he whispered as he traced his fingertips along the red raised lines. “Beautiful.” He kissed her cheek and asked, “You know better than to come without permission, don’t you, kitten?”

  She nodded yes, but she didn’t care. Right now, he could do anything he wanted to her. Anything his dominant fucking heart desired. She was spineless, boneless, and her mind jumbled into a chaotic mess.

  She lay there for what seemed like hours as he caressed every inch of her body. She finally came back to her senses after her mind-blowing, mind-fucking orgasm, and she knew he had her right where he wanted her. Her heart didn’t lie, but how could she love a man who was so cold to her?

  Fuck!

  Stella moved her jaw up and down as soon as he removed the gag. “Wow,” she breathed, “just wow.” She needed to work out the stiffness in her face and neck, so she lay there, her heart thumping, her body alive with pleasure. Finally, she spoke, “Mmm…. that was... incredible.”

  He slid his hand across her thigh and worked his way down to her ankles, unfastening the cuffs, his other hand never leaving her body. She sighed in content as she stretched her body and wiggled her toes.

  “Glad you liked it. There is more where that came from.” After freeing her hands, he raised her up to sit on the bench, sliding his body in between her thighs. His hand moved her hair from her face, and he looked into her eyes. She wondered if he could see the longing, the want in her face. She could only imagine what she looked like. Still trembling, she smiled.

  His hand curled around the back of her head, and he placed his other hand around her waist. “Stella,” he whispered, and as he leaned into her, he pulled her closer to him. His soft lips found hers, and sliding his tongue across her pout, he crushed her lips against his. She let out a low moan and wrapped her arms around him, returning the kiss.

  She felt his dick harden in his pants. Still weary from the spanking, she slumped over him, listening to him sing a very soft lullaby. She loved it when he sang. It made him seem real. Like he wasn’t so untouchable. So ‘out there’.

  He walked her over to the plush leather couch and sat Stella down on the floor. She could see her reflection from the soft glow of the candlelight that reflected in the full-length mirror on the wall. “Look at yourself, Stella. Look how beautiful you are.” His hand went to her chin and held her face toward her dimly-lit reflection.

  Shivers ran down her spine as he cupped her breast. He palmed her nipple until it became a stiff peak. Watching this display of sex and submission was all new to her. She was scared that she liked it so much. Twenty-four hours crossed her mind and she smiled. She knew she could do it. He slid off his pants and his cock sprang free. She hoped he was going to fuck her—she needed to feel his thick cock in her tight little pussy.

  That was wishful thinking on her part, though. She should have known by now that she didn’t get fucked until he was good and ready to fuck her. She knew she had to earn that privilege.

  Sir reached for her, grabbed a handful of red curls, and roughly pulled her up until her face was right in front of his cock.

  “You will get fucked when I decide you deserve that, but until then you’ll do what you’re told. Now, you’re going to suck my dick, and don’t rush it. Take your time and make it last.”

  Stella didn’t mind sucking him off. In fact, she actually liked it because it put the power back into her hands. Well, depending on Sir’s mood, of course.

  This time, he wasn’t willing to surrender any of the control to her, though. He pushed her head down, and she opened her lips for him. He thrust deep into her mouth and held her head onto him until she began to choke. He held her there until tears formed in her eyes as she tried to manage her gag reflex. Only then did he let up some of the pressure so she could catch her breath. He held her head, a hand on each side, and moved her up and down so she took his long, thick cock deep into her mouth each time.

  Sir wasn’t thinking about her pleasure at that point, and she knew it. He was using her mouth as a fuck portal, purely a means of getting off. She realized it was going to be a while before she would get to feel his cock in her pussy.

  His hands moved into her curls and gathered her hair at the back of her head so he could see his cock disappearing into her mouth, over and over again. Every once in a while, he would hold her down again until she struggled, and the smile on his face was one of pure fascination. He’d done this to her before, and she knew it was only a matter of being patient.

  It always amazed her how long he could last. He could have a quickie and come very fast if he wanted to, but when he wanted to stay hard and test her limits, he could go for a very long time before he reached orgasm. She knew that if she kept it up, it just proved her worth to him.

  “Tell me what you are, kitten,” he said.

  She mumbled with her mouth still full of his cock, “I’m your dirty whore.”

  “That’s right. You are my precious little slut. We’ve gone too far for you to be anything but that. You are mine, and you will stay with me.”

  She abruptly pulled herself away from him and said, “But you’ll still pay me, right?”

  “As long as you need me to, but believe it or not, there will be a time when you don’t need me to pay you.”

  Suddenly, he pulled her away from his cock and turned her so that she fell on all fours in front of him.

  “Show me.”

  Stella knew what he wanted, and she obliged by reaching between her legs and pulling her lips apart with her fingers to show him her pussy. She was dripping wet, of course. She’d do anything now because she just wanted to feel his cock inside her, and she hoped that if she did what she was told, that he’d give it to her.

  “Let me see your ass.”

  She spread her cheeks wide so he could see her pink pussy and her puckered hole at the same time.

  “Now, slide two finger
s in your pussy.”

  He kneeled before her with his cock tightly gripped in his hand. He watched as her fingers disappeared inside the slickness, and she was amazed at how tight it was. There was nothing she wanted more than for him to fuck her at that moment, but as she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, she realized he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. Instead, he stroked his cock as he stalked his prey. Tempting and teasing her, he slid the head of his dick through her wetness and grazed her sensitive clit.

  “Please, Sir, please…” she pleaded, her back bowing from the overwhelming sensation.

  But he wouldn’t respond to her. He continued sliding his hand over the length of his cock until she suddenly felt his hot cum spill over her back, and it slid down her ass crack and into her pussy folds.

  “May I come now, Sir?”

  “No. Go and clean yourself up. We’re going out tonight.”

  “Out, Sir?” He’d never actually taken her out in public before.

  “Yes, out. Maga has left your outfit on your bed, and there’s makeup, hair products, and everything you need to make yourself look acceptably slutty and gorgeous.”

  With that, he pulled her up roughly by her forearm and escorted her back to her room.

  Chapter 14

  Stella felt sexier than ever in her dark orange leather corset that complimented her fiery red hair. The black leather skirt she wore barely covered her ripe ass cheeks, and the fuck-me heels were to die for. They raised her up about six inches, but Sir still towered over her petite height. She smiled at herself, feeling the fullness of the stainless steel butt plug Sir had inserted in her bottom. It was kind of sexy, to think of dancing at the club with her ass adorned with a shiny crystal. Maybe I’ll have to bend over and give Sir a peek. She giggled. Although she wasn’t sure how well she could walk in those shoes, much less dance.