by Linnea May
“But you know what?” he says. “It’s not going to be easy to leave an imprint. It’ll take a while - and a lot of force. It will hurt, my pet. But that’s what you asked for, right?”
I close my eyes in shame. Admitting to my wishes is still the hardest part of all of this.
“Yes, Master,” I utter.
He lifts the paddle again, and I tense up to prepare myself for the first strike. But it doesn’t come. For moments that seem to stretch into eternity, he just lets me wait, trembling with expectation, my breathing accelerating with each passing second.
When the first blow finally does come, it doesn’t feel nearly as bad as I anticipated. He hits my left cheek, then my right, both with strong, but endurable slaps.
“That’s not going to leave a mark, Master,” I cautiously remark.
I hear him huff behind me.
“Impatient, are we?” he says, before unleashing two more beats on my skin. Each of them is stronger than the ones before, the pain now spreading through my behind in a ferocious wave.
He lets the paddle fly down on my ass again and again, each whack gaining in strength. I bite my lip, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of crying out in anguish, until I can no longer withhold them. He delivers each blow, never hitting the same spot twice, thus distributing the pain equally over my tortured ass without ever hitting the jewel plug.
“Do you think that was enough?” he asks eventually, interrupting the violent onslaught to my skin.
Tears of agony are running down my cheeks, but I shake my head. “No, Master. I don’t think it was.”
I can take more, I know it, and I want to prove it to him and to myself.
“Good girl,” he says. “Let me make sure you’ll remember who you belong to.”
The next impact robs me of my breath, even forbidding me to utter a shriek of pain. The pain is so intense that it blinds me for a split second, leaving me overwhelmed almost to unconsciousness by a feverish vertigo.
He investigates the spot he just hit for a moment, deciding that it was not enough, and this time he hits the exact same spot. The pain is mind-numbing, crippling my senses as it consumes my body.
“Beautiful,” I hear his voice from afar.
Sweat is running down the small of my back and at the side of my temples, and I‘m panting erratically as I process the crippling and burning after-pain.
But he’s not done with me.
“That was one,” he announces. “But my adorable pet still has room on her other ass cheek, doesn’t she?”
He moves the paddle along the sore skin on my unmarked side and repeats the same routine of maneuvers, leaving two heavy blows on the same spot until he’s happy with the result.
I’m weeping involuntarily, shaken by violent sobs, and he finally puts the paddle aside.
“You brought this on yourself, my pet,” he tells me, as he caresses the burning skin of my behind. “What do you say?”
“Thank you,” I breathe, choking up under my tears. “Thank you, Master.”
“Good girl,” he replies, moving behind me to fetch something else from a drawer that’s out of my line of vision. “But don’t thank me yet, we’re not done.”
For a moment, I fear that he might continue spanking me with another tool, but it seems he has other things on his mind. He places something at my entrance, pressing it against my clit before I hear a clicking sound and then erupt in a frenzied convulsion, as I’m hit with the strongest vibrations I’ve ever felt on my pussy.
“Too much for you?” he asks, over the sound of the vibrator.
I let out a range of unintelligible groans, but manage to nod my head yes.
“Well, too bad, because I’m not going to stop,” he says, applying even more pressure on my sensitive nub.
I emit a chorus of agonizing and pleasurable moans, trying to evade the vibrations to no avail, as I’m tightly secured in place. I can hear the ripping of tape when he affixes the vibrator in place with duct tape, making sure that it won’t move, before he comes around to my front, meeting my dazed gaze as he leans forward.
“Today, I want you to count something else,” he says. “Today, I want you to come as often as you please. And I want you to tell me every time it happens. Do you understand?”
It almost strikes me as funny that I can feel the first waves of an impending climax just as he poses his demand, and I find myself rolling my eyes back into my head when I give him the response he seeks.
“Yes, Master,” I utter, just before the first surge of rapture hits me, shaking my muscles uncontrollably as I ride on the waves of pleasure, prolonged by the continuing vibrations forced on my clit.
“One!” I exclaim, unsure if my release is still ongoing or already evolving into a second swell of euphoria.
“Good girl,” he praises me, petting my head before he straightens up and unbuckles his belt in front of my face. His impressive erection springs free when he pulls down his pants, and I instinctively open my mouth, so he can drive himself down my throat.
This is not a simple blow job, as I’m robbed of any control. He fucks my mouth with fierce and wild abandon, and all I can do is keep my teeth from hurting him. I choke on his rod, temporarily distracted from the vibrations still pulsating on my center.
“Next, I want you to come on my cock,” he announces, and withdraws his length from my mouth, a line of saliva stretching between us as he moves away and repositions himself behind me.
A pained groan escapes me when he stretches me with his girth, while cupping my tortured ass cheeks. With the jewel plug still in place, his cock feels even more massive inside of me. He adds a new level of agitation to my deliriously tormented center with his cock ramming in and out of me in rhythm with the vibrating toy. I’ve never felt this completely and utterly at somebody’s mercy before. I can’t move, I can’t object, all I can do is ride on the ebbing and flowing waves of pleasure as they hit me again and again, over and over, nonstop.
“Two!” I yelp as another orgasm pummels my body. I erupt in violent tremors as he continues to fuck me deeply and harshly, his pelvis jamming against my bruised ass with every abrasive thrust.
This climax turns into the longest I’ve ever had. I’m moaning through my euphoric high, when I can feel his fingers venture somewhere else. I groan loudly when he reaches fort he jewel plug, pulling it out while he continues to fuck me. He puts it aside and massages my tight hole, carefully stretching me with his thumb, while he continues to fuck my pussy.
“This is next,” he lets me know, his voice drowned out by the noise of the vibrator. “I’m going to stretch your ass today, my pet.”
I gasp, instantly tensing up, because I’ve never done that before. I’ve never had a cock buried inside my ass, let alone someone of his size. Then again, I asked for pain, didn’t I?
I groan in disappointment when he pulls his cock out of my pussy, leaving me empty and in frantic need for more, seeking balance for the toy playing havoc on my overly sensitive clit. Even after coming twice within such a short time, I still don’t feel the relaxed satisfaction that usually follows peaking like this.
His tip teases the entrance of my hole, begging the question how on Earth he’s supposed to fit in there. I shriek in agony when he forces himself inside, spreading my tight pucker with his massive girth, moving forward inch by painful inch, the burning sensation intensifying as he breaches the tight ring of muscles.
“Relax, my pet,” I hear him say. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.”
And just as he finishes his sentence, I reach the tipping point between pain and pleasure. His invasion no longer hurts as badly as it did in the beginning. Instead, I’m flushed with a new kind of agitation, my skin glowing with heat and my heart racing, as I pant through the process of accommodating his massive size inside my ass.
“That’s a good girl,” he says behind me, only fueling my arousal with his praise.
He starts fucking me, slowly at first, my a
ched shrieks accompanying every thrusting motion, before I start egging him on. I squirm beneath him, moving my hips as much as I can, inviting him to move faster, harder, rougher.
“More,” I find myself begging. “Harder. Faster.”
It’s easier to ask for such things when I don’t have his face in front of me, but I still feel the heat of embarrassment as I verbalize my wishes.
“What a good, slutty pet,” he comments, grabbing me firmly by the hip and driving himself into me with a savage force I would have thought impossible a few moments ago. This feels different than before. It triggers different parts of my body, even shifting the tormenting tease of the vibrations a little as he stretches my insides with his length.
“I’ll join you this time,” he announces. “I’ll fill that tight ass of yours with my cum.”
His naughty words send me over the edge.
“Three!” I howl in a long drawn out exclamation as the most violent exaltation floods my body. I can feel him throbbing as he dumps his release deep inside me, keeping his promise from before. His hands crawl into the skin of my ass, adding the sweet spice of pain to my orgasm.
I feel exhausted and over-stimulated when he pulls himself out of me, spreading my cheeks so he can watch his cum dripping out of my center and down the inside of my thigh while I coil under the ongoing vibrations of the toy.
This is so filthy and twisted. He’s bathing in pleasure at the sight of me, rubbing his still hard cock as he comes back to stand in front of me. I moan with anguished bliss when he pulls my head back, forcing me to look up to him while he rubs his dick. Somewhere along the way, he got rid of his suit completely, and he’s now standing before me with nothing but the dark tattoos covering his sublime body.
“Three for you, one for me,” he says, fixating me with his dark gaze. “But you’re not done, are you my slutty little pet?”
I shake my head as best I can, trying to swallow the shame of allowing my tongue to stick out as I yearn for his cock.
“I want to watch you come one more time for me,” he says. “Come for me, while my cum is dripping out of your perfect ass.”
I blush at his words, shifting my hips a little, so the vibrator hits another spot on my sore clit. I feel so used, adrift and defenseless against facing my own cravings, the same cravings I’ve been forbidden to fulfill for so long.
The way he looks at me now is exactly what I have been wishing for. There’s a certain smugness to it, based on the knowledge that he’s doing this for himself just as much as he is for me. He’s not appalled by who I am; on the contrary, he exposes those parts of me that even I was too afraid to face until now.
I fail to worry about the sound of my groan when I feel another release approaching. He can see it as soon as I feel it, observing my body’s reaction and the emotions painted across my face as I give in to my final climax.
“F-f-four,” I stutter helplessly, as my vision is blinded by painful pleasure. I pant and groan through the final fervor as my head begins to spin dizzily and I feel light-headed.
He tightens his grip around my hair, pulling my face up to his while he reaches another climax himself, unloading on my face this time.
This last peak is brutal and short for both of us, robbing me of my strength entirely. My muscles go completely limp as my head falls forward, and the vibrations turn into nothing but pure torment on my sore and swollen nub.
He lets go of my hair and hurries behind me, finally switching off the toy before unfastening the shackles binding my wrists and ankles. I’m too weak to get up by myself, but he doesn’t ask me to. He picks me up in his strong arms, breathing heavily himself, as he carries me over to the bedroom and carefully places me on the soft silk sheets before lying down beside me.
We lay in unison, both panting and smiling dreamily at each other. I never thought that any of this could be possible. Up until now, this was nothing but a dream, a dark fantasy that I never would believe could have a chance of coming true. And now it has.
With this man, who robbed me, and makes me feel like a princess. A twisted princess.
He caresses the heated skin on my cheek, shaking his head as if he can‘t believe it himself. I don’t dare speak because I’m afraid of breaking the loving and peaceful silence between us. But then he does it with a revelation that warms my heart even more.
“Joseph,” he breathes. “My name is Joseph.”
Chapter 39
Joseph
Twenty-one days. I can feel the end closing in on us, and I’ve never hated it more than I do this time. I’ve been falling further down the slippery slope with each day we spend together. She has taken more of me than any other girl has before, and I cannot imagine having to let her go. So soon.
We’ve passed the middle point of our time together. This is usually the point where a routine sets in that slowly leads to me losing interest in the girl.
With her, though, it’s exactly the opposite.
She’s pulling me closer, in deeper, even after I thought it couldn’t be possible. We’ve been spending all our meals together for the past week because I enjoy her company, I like acting normal with her. No one has ever evoked that desire within me. At first, I tried to dismiss it as just another kink, something new I wanted to try because it was foreign to me. But by now even I’m willing to admit that this might be more. I just don’t know how to deal with it.
Nothing is boring with her. While we still tiptoe around the taboo issue of our arrangement, we talk about pretty much everything else. She’s told me about her family, where she grew up, where she went to school, who her friends were. At one point, she even mentioned an old boyfriend who betrayed her in so many ways that it made me sick. I stopped her from talking about him any further because I couldn’t bear listening to it.
She has learned to ask the right questions, no longer pressing me about things she know she shouldn’t. But she managed to get me to talk about myself, my family, and the parts of my past that I was willing to share. I don’t think I’ve ever talked about myself to anyone as much as I have with her. It’s frightening and liberating at the same time. I don’t feel like I’m giving away too much, but I often found myself crossing my own limits.
I always stopped when things got too real. When I found myself approaching an area so intimately personal that sharing any more information might get me into real trouble. It’s easy to talk about the fuck-up my father was, and how he dragged my mother down with him. It’s also easy to talk about my grandparents, my grandfather in particular, who saw not only the symptoms of my troubles, but the root cause of it. He saw something in me that no one else saw, and he made sure to nurture that part of me before other parts could kill it. He knew all I needed was a challenge, a purpose, something that was all mine to control, something that provided me with power and success, but also the burden of responsibility.
In me, he saw the heir to the family’s business. He saw the person that my father failed to be.
Ruby’s eyes were glued to me every time I talked to her about those things. Her interest is so sincere that, for the first time, I understood what people meant when they said someone “touched their heart”. She certainly has that effect on me.
This morning is not the first time for me to wake up next to her. Another rule I broke. I’ve spent the night with her more than once. I fell asleep next to her a few days ago, after fucking her for hours, and neither of us woke up until the next morning. So what, I thought. An accident. It won’t happen again.
But it did. And then it became a deliberate choice, making it all the worse.
She’s still asleep now, her face covered by her dark ash blonde mane, her lips partly opened as she lies curled up next to me.
I place a kiss on her cheek, tugging on the collar to see if she’s awake. She groans a sweet little complaint, her naked body squirming around in the sheets.
“Time to get up, my pet,” I whisper. “You’ll get a spanking if you’re not up within five min
utes.”
“Ten,” she sighs. “Ten, please, Master. I’m so tired.”
Her voice is low, her mind barely awake yet.
“Five,” I insist, giving her another kiss before I crawl out of the bed I never should have slept in.
She’s not your fucking girlfriend, and she never will be.
It seems I can repeat this mantra as often as I wish, but it won’t change the way I act around her. Even the marks on her skin can’t belie the fact that I’ve fallen for her way more than a john should fall for his whore.
Eighteen more days. That’s how much longer I can pretend that none of my self-imposed rules exist, and do whatever I want with her. That’s how long she’ll still be mine. After that, it has to stop, all of it.
“Five minutes,” I repeat. “Or you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
She growls, but catches herself just in time.
“Yes, Master,” I hear her weak voice from beneath the sheets.
I pull myself away from her and leave the room to head downstairs. Nothing has changed in regard to where she’s allowed to be in the house. She’s never to leave her room, unless I bring her downstairs to have a meal together, but I always bring her back up to her room right after. She has never seen my bedroom, my office, or any other room in the house. At least that’s a distance I manage to maintain.
I’m just about to start the coffee machine when my phone rings. This happens so rarely that the sound startles me, and I almost let the carafe fall to the floor. Who on Earth would call me on a Saturday morning?
The first people that come to mind are my grandparents. Did something happen to one of them? It’s not Sunday. It’s not their day to call.
My heart is racing when I head over to the phone, and I’m flooded with relief when I see that it’s not their number on the screen.
But the relief is soon replaced with bewildered anger.
It’s the agency.
