by Dace Everan
Sam furrowed his brows. She had been ostracized because of her condition. That wasn’t fair at all. He worked her heel and she moaned. “Paula…”
She looked at him. “Hmm?” she hummed.
He furrowed his brow. “How long have you and Lila been friends?” he asked. Paula scrunched up her face in thought. Sam smiled. He loved the faces she made.
Paula shrugged. “Since forever. Middle school I guess.” Sam whistled. Wow, that was a long time to have a friend. “That’s the only niece and nephew I will ever have. Closest I’ll ever get to having kids of my own.” She sat up. “I was there for both births. That douchebag Bill didn’t even show up for Kyla’s birth! Stupid fucker! I named her Kyla. Bill wanted her named Daniel or some stupid thing. I figured if he couldn’t have the decency to show up, he didn’t deserve to get to name her!”
Sam chuckled. “How come he listens to you?” he asked.
Paula shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he likes girls bossing him around. I have no idea. I just called him, told him to back the fuck off. Yes, I used those exact words and he did.” She shrugged again, grabbing the mojito Sam had made her before drawing her bubble bath, and putting on the light music and dimming the lights. She was in paradise.
She pulled her foot from his hand, lifting the other from the water. “Time limits here, honey,” she ordered.
Sam smirked. “I can see how he would like your bossiness.”
Paula laughed. “I would never use that tone with him unless I had every intention of smashing my knee into his groin. Mind you, if I do that, he might stumble into me, and knowing my luck, I would be hurt worse than he was,” she uttered.
Sam nodded. That could definitely happen.
* * * *
Sam squatted in front of her. “Any pain?” he asked.
Paula shook her head. A thrill of excitement ripped through her. “No, I feel light and airy.” she mumbled, trying to move the bands holding her hips, legs, and arms, keeping her secure. She giggled. “This is fun, like I’m flying,” she declared.
Sam smiled. “Not exactly the thrill I want to be getting from you,” he replied.
Paula’s gaze met his. “Oh, I’m sure I’m getting the thrill you want,” she declared. Heaven’s sake, she could feel the heat between her legs, that ache she had gotten last night when he had touched her.
Sam grinned, leaving her sight. She yelped when his hand followed the crease of her ass down and dipped into her drenched folds.
“Yes, you are right. The thrill I want is here,” he confirmed.
Paula tried to laugh, but it came out all wrong, more of an agonised groan filled with lust and want.
“How’s your skin feel today?” he asked, hand running the length of her spread legs. He loved this bench. She was slightly tilted, arms bound outward, legs bound and stretched. She had requested being on her belly, which he appreciated, as her beautiful breasts dangled freely.
“Good,” she squeaked.
Sam returned to the front of her.
Paula stared at his midsection. “Wow,” she muttered. She was in this position for a reason. She swallowed nervously. She would get to have his thick cock in her mouth again. She shivered.
He squatted, looking at her. “Honesty, Paula. I hear hesitation,” he murmured, caressing her cheek, down along her neck, down till he cupped a heavy globe in his hand. She tensed. His eyes searched her. Her breasts dangling could be bothering her. She needed to tell him. He needed for her to say it, not have him guess all the time.
“Those hurt,” she admitted.
Sam smiled, eyebrow raised. “Those?” he asked.
Paula rolled her eyes. His hand landed on her thigh and her head whipped up, glaring at him at the sudden sting. That fucking hurt!
He offered a steady stare back, daring her to disobey him or stand up against his punishment of her lack of words and the rolling of eyes. “You want to play the game, sugar. You need to play by the rules. Already I’m playing by your rules, not something I would do for any other.”
Paula furrowed her brows. Did she have to call him master? Why was he being like this all of a sudden? “Can you release me, please, Samuel?” They needed to discuss what was happening here.
Sam studied her for a moment. “Are you uncomfortable—sorry, let me rephrase that. Are you uncomfortable in your current position?”
“No, but—”
“But nothing, Paula. This is what you wanted, right?”
She went to nod, stopping herself. “Yes.”
“You wanted me to treat you like I would any other?”
“Yes.” Her lip trembled and her eyes clouded with doubt.
Sam cupped her cheek. “You trust me to take care of you?”
“Yes, but—”
“No more buts. Is this what you want?”
“Yes!”
Sam smiled, reaching under her, and before she knew it, her breasts were bound in a soft cloth and no longer hanging. “Better, sugar?”
“Yes,” she answered, relaxing her head and resting her forehead against the headrest.
“Now tell me, Paula, did you want your beautiful breasts held up because they hurt, or did them hanging bother you?”
Paula furrowed her brows. She hadn’t even thought of them hanging. “They hurt,” she whispered.
His face appeared next to hers. “You need to tell me when something hurts like that. I won’t always see your eyes, as much as I would like to. I’m not here to cause pain, Paula.”
Her eyes searched his. “Why now?” she asked.
Sam smiled. “You’re a woman with needs. I want you to reach those needs.”
Her heart melted. He would give her what she wanted. He would treat her like he would every other woman. She inhaled a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
Sam smiled, kissing her temple. “Are you okay without a blindfold?”
She nodded. “Yes,” she answered quickly.
“It will be ‘yes, Sir’ when we are in this room,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, and when referring to your body, your breasts are not too referred to as those.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Sam checked her binds, smiling, glad he had thought of the cushioning. She should be good for a while. He crossed the room, making sure she could see everything he did. First, he removed his shirt, then stood in front of the wall of floggers, a single crop in the mix. She had gotten a rather excited look when he had struck Della with the crop. He retrieved it and returned to her.
Paula shivered as he ran the crop along her spine, her body arching as far as it was allowed. Her ass cheeks clenched when he trailed it over her crease. She yelped when it slipped between the swollen lips of her pussy, sending shivers thundering through her. A moan escaped her. Her hands clenched. She was easy. Already she was moaning for him. She huffed out a breath.
“Don’t you dare try to control your reactions, pet,” he ordered, the crop smacking down on her right ass cheek.
She cried out, hands clenching then unclenching. She groaned. Oh God, that only made her hotter.
Sam returned the crop to her pussy, sliding the tip if it into her folds, pulling it back, glistening. “Beautiful.” he praised, letting it dip again, sliding it further over her clit. A hiss of air ripped from her. Her body tensed. He smiled, giving it a little wiggle.
“Ahhh Gaaad!” she uttered, hands clenching again.
He pulled it back, running it along the crease of her ass, back up over her spine, and across the width of her shoulders.
“Relax when you feel it, sugar,” he ordered, lifting and giving her a light smack on the lower part of her ass cheek.
Paula moaned. Oh shit this couldn’t be good. That felt all too good.
“Remember, sugar. Relax,” he instructed, another smack followed by three more rapid slaps across her ass.
Paula panted, hips trying to move. “More, please,” she cried when he wasn’t doing anything.
Sam
grinned. He had found the pressure he needed to be using. He offered her left cheek some attention, sliding the crop in the fold of her pussy before she had time to settle from the assault on her ass. She screeched, her head lifted, and she screamed, falling just as quickly limp, her body trembling.
Sam knelt in front of her. Her face was heated with a beautiful flush and her breathing ragged.
She peeked up at him with the darkest emerald-green eyes. “Fun…” she murmured, head lolling back down.
Sam chuckled, knuckles caressing her heated cheeks. “Can you handle another go-round?” he asked. From what he could assess, she looked good.
Paula closed her eyes and regained her breath. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Look at me, sugar.” Her head came up.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured more loudly.
Sam smiled, kissing her. “Good girl.” He stood, crop forgotten, and crossed to a closet.
Paula watched as he pulled out the dildo from the night before. Her pussy clenched. He laid it on the little table that he had put the smoothies on the night before. She listened as he loosened her and let him help her from the bench. He led her to the fur rug.
“On your back, legs spread,” he directed. She did as she was told. Sam harrumphed as he assessed her position. Nope, he wanted her to watch what he was doing. She needed to see that her pussy could accommodate the dildo. It would give her the confidence that she could accommodate him. He crossed to another side of the room.
Paula sat up. “Sam—Sir?” she questioned.
Sam grabbed up a large triangle-shaped pillow also known as a love pillow. He placed it behind her. “Lay back.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, easing her back.
She did so, looking at him, frowning. She didn’t want to sit up. She wanted to lie down. Sam caught the defiance in her eyes and waited for her to argue. She pressed her lips together and stayed silent.
Sam brought out the dildo. “Have you ever tried to use one on yourself?” he asked.
She shook her head. He shot her a sharp look. “No, Sir,” she uttered, sharp tone to her voice. Sam’s hand slapped her thigh so quick she didn’t even see his hand move. “No, Sir,” she corrected herself in a polite manner.
Sam ran the tip of it over her pussy. “Why not?” he murmured, running the length of it through her juices.
Her legs spread wider. “I thought it would hurt,” she admitted.
“Am I hurting you?”
She went to shake her head. “No, Sir.”
He placed the glistening dildo at the entrance of her cunt. “Are you scared?” he asked, looking her in the eyes.
Paula dared peek down. Well, that was a sight. “No,” she answered with a shaky voice.
He added a little pressure and her legs tensed. He narrowed his eyes and she stopped. “Breathe, Paula,” he ordered.
She inhaled a sharp breath, closing her eyes, shaking her head as dark images assaulted her.
“Look at me, Paula,” he ordered.
Paula’s eyes flew open and looked into his. His other hand came to rest over her belly and his thumb caressed her clit. She bit her lower lip, eyes dilating. He pushed the head of the dildo in. Her hips backed away. “Don’t make me tie you down,” he warned.
A strangled yelp escaped her.
“Remember, Paula, you’re in control here,” he reminded her, giving a twist. Her eyes fluttered closed and a sigh escaped her. Sam grinned. He gave it another twist, thumb circling her swollen nub. He inched it in a little more. She panted a quick breath.
Sam studied her every facial gesture, slowly inching the dildo into her sweet pussy. Her breathing accelerated. Her chest heaved. He dipped his tongue, circling a nipple. She cried out, hands coming up. He stopped everything. “Hands down, sugar,” he ordered.
Paula whimpered, eyes shooting open.
He raised his brows. “I would one day like to fuck this sweet pussy hugging this dildo,” he declared.
Paula looked down, eyes widening. He had the thing in her all the way! How the fuck? Her eyes darted back up to him. His eyes twinkled.
“Hands stay to your side or everything stops,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, her voice a husky whimper.
Sam gave the dildo a twist. His mouth returned to her breast and his thumb slid across her clit.
Paula jolted, her hips jerking downward, a gasp escaping her. Her head fell back as he sucked on her nipple, his teeth nipping. His tongue licked and he moved to the other. His thumb circled and swiped her swollen clit and her hips jerked.
Paula panted. “Need to move,” she panted. “Please, can I move?” she pleaded, hips already rolling against his hand.
Sam groaned, peeking down between them, watching her beautiful hips moving. He pulled the dildo out an inch, and a gush of hot air huffed from her mouth.
“More please,” she whimpered.
“Watch, sugar,” he ordered, removing his thumb, moving back.
Paula stared as the dildo slid easily in and out of her. Her eyes darted to his.
He smiled. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened just the tiniest bit. Well fuck, he liked that look. He took hold of her hand. “Here, sugar, I want to see you fuck yourself.”
Paula took hold of the end, sliding it.
“Go faster, sugar,” he ordered, crouching back on his haunches, watching as she fucked herself.
Paula picked up her pace. She wanted his hand on her again, his thumb touching her.
Sam stood and crossed back, grabbing the next size up. He wanted her to come with one in her. He returned, kneeling in front of her. “Pull it out, sugar,” he ordered.
Paula shook her head, pleading in her eyes.
Sam raised his brows. “Paula.”
His tone was stern and she felt like a bad girl in need of disciplining.
Sam caught the naughty look. He stopped her hand. Paula released the sweetest whine. He slid the slickened dildo from her, tossing the thing behind him. “Over now, ass up!” he ordered.
Paula was quick to do his bidding, yelping when his had smacked the side of her ass.
He reached around her and repositioned the triangle, gently pushing her down on it. He leaned over her, the seven-inch dildo at her entrance. “I really prefer you on your back where I have the enjoyment of watching your beautiful tits bounce when you move.” He inched the dildo in and she tried to move away from him.
He pressed his cheek to hers. “Am I hurting you?” he asked. She shook her head. “Words, Paula!” he ordered.
“No…I want the other one,” she demanded.
“I’m nowhere near that size, Paula. You need to know you can take my size…any size. Your body was made for this,” he replied huskily.
She whimpered as he pushed it further into her.
Chapter Fourteen
He buried the dildo to its hilt in her and she cried out, her hands grasping at the triangle beneath her. “You feel it this time?” he asked.
She nodded, hips jerking, trying to move it in her. She could feel it deep in her pussy and wanted him to twist it, move it!
Sam smiled. “Does it hurt?”
“No!” she cried, wishing he would move it. “Fuck, Sam!” She lifted herself up and he pulled it out completely. She whipped around and glared at him. He had a stern look on his face and anger in his beautiful eyes.
“You know what to do.”
Paula whimpered, lying over the triangle, ass in the air. She cried out when his hand smacked her ass. Her body jolted forward and she bit her lip when the second one came. His breath fanned her cheek.
“You need to relax, Paula. Breathe,” he urged.
He had struck her sensitive skin too hard. Her ass was a bright red, not the normal, rosy pink his smacks would have left. He waited for her to relax, his large hand rubbing her heated ass.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered, voice shaky, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Sam moved over her body, embracing her. He
grasped her chin, making her look at him. “You were spanked because you moved. Are you aware of that?”
Paula nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Did it hurt?”
More tears fell.
“Yes, Sir.”
Sam clenched his teeth. “I’m sorry, Paula. I wasn’t watching my pressure.”
Paula nodded. He had looked mad.
“I do not appreciate your disobedience. Your frustration was beautiful. Saying ‘fuck, Sam’ is not how to get what you want from me. Feel free to ask,” he offered.
Paula relaxed further. Why had she let her anger get the best of her? He was right. All she had to do was ask him to move it. “Please forgive me, Sir,” she murmured, daring to peek back toward him, gaze landing on his chest. She knew she wasn’t allowed to look him on the eye.
Sam beamed. Good girl. He rubbed his nose against hers. “Look at me, sugar.” Her eyes met his. “Forgiven. Ask me next time for what you want.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
He lips brushed against hers. “Can you continue? And be honest.”
Paula slumped. She could feel her skin getting tingly already. “No…Sir,” she whispered.
Sam’s heart slumped. She looked so heartbroken. He pulled her back and laid her in his lap, grabbing the blanket from nearby and covering her.
Paula sobbed, tucking her head under his chin. So friggen’ close. Had she just kept herself under control and not had her outburst…
“Am I hurting you, Paula?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Not physically, no… Soon,” she whispered.
Sam nodded. “What do I do?” he asked.
“Juice…food,” she murmured. She needed nutrients. They had found if she had immune boosters after something physical, she was better.
“You’re okay if I leave you?” He couldn’t believe he had just said that. He had never left anyone after a session. To leave her was tearing at his heart.
Paula already struggled to rise. “Please, Sam… Ice cream. You need to go or you’ll just be grabbing my needle and I’ll be out the whole night.” She peeked at him. “I want hugs,” she whispered.
