by Amber Skyze
The package read, “For advanced pleasure turbo bullet is sure to satisfy all your needs”.
Rena bet it would. She put it back down, afraid it was too big for her to handle. She picked it back up.
“You like that?” Marc asked.
“Yes. I think I’d like to try it.”
“Okay, this one is coming with us.” He stuck it under his arm. “Oh and these.” He tucked a set of furry handcuffs under his arm with the butt plug.
“What’s this?” He picked up a strange-looking device. It looked like a stun gun or something just as torturous.
On tippy-toes she leaned over his shoulder to get a better look.
“It says for clitoral stimulation.” She glanced at Marc. “You’re not thinking…”
“Why not? It can’t hurt to try.”
“It’s not your clit that’s getting zapped.” Though part of her wondered what kind of sensations it would cause.
He shrugged. “We’re gonna try it. If it hurts, just say your safe word and I’ll stop. You know I’d never do anything to cause you pain.”
He had a point. And who knew? She might just like it.
She left him to rummage through the toys, satisfied he’d choose wisely. Instead she bent to look at the floggers.
So many to choose from, but she didn’t know much about them. Her eyes fell upon one that looked horrifying. The black-and-white braided leather had four strands, and at the end of each strand was a piece of leather in the shape of a snake’s tongue. She cringed thinking about the implication. It must feel like a snakebite.
No thank you.
She decided the floggers weren’t her thing and moved down to the paddles.
She lifted a neon green paddle shaped like a ruler with a handle on the end. Turning it over in her hands, she wondered if it had a bite to it. She tested it against the palm of her hand. Not too bad. But would it feel worse against someone’s ass cheeks? She wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t bringing it with her, just in case.
Marc peeked over her shoulder.
“Whatcha got there?”
“Nothing.” She shoved it back in its place.
He chuckled.
“Ready?”
“I am.”
Rena followed Marc to the kitchen area. His arms were laden with the new toys and a paddle. How’d he sneak that in? She wasn’t sure but was certain it wouldn’t feel good.
He grabbed a bucket and filled it with ice cubes.
“What’s the ice for?”
“You’ll see.” He winked.
She shivered just thinking about how he would use it.
* * * * *
“So, where do you want me?” she asked.
“Huh?” Where did he want her? “Wait. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
He turned her around to face him.
“As you pointed out, I’m your submissive. It’s your way.”
Shit! He’d never expected her to agree so readily. But here she was agreeing, totally blowing him away yet again.
“Umm, I, well…” How did he want to spank her?
Standing up?
Lying on the bed?
Over his lap? Nah.
“How about you bend over the bed.”
“Like this?” Rena lifted her dress, exposing her bare ass. She leaned over resting her hands flat on the bed and wiggled her ass.
He smiled.
“Exactly.”
Marc retrieved the paddle from the dresser and stood to the left of Rena. Unable to resist he ran his hand over her soft skin. His heart pounded at the prospect.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Give me your best shot.” She moved her feet apart.
Suddenly he wasn’t so sure he could do it. She was being way too cooperative. He wanted a challenge. But he hadn’t paid for a challenge. He paid for a submissive and that’s what she was attempting to give him.
Fuck!
Tired of wrestling with a decision, he pulled his arm back and swung, cracking the paddle against her cheeks.
She didn’t flinch.
He did it again.
Nothing.
Again.
Not a peep from her.
He tried it again, this time with a little oomph behind it.
Still nothing.
“This doesn’t bother you?” He didn’t bother to hide the surprise from his voice.
“Can’t say that it does.”
He swung again, harder.
“Sorry.”
He used all the force he could muster, but she remained unscathed by his attempts.
What the fuck? This couldn’t be happening. She should be crying out, begging for him to stop. She should be thinking about using her safe word. But no. She stood there, bent over, looking as smug as hell. Well, he would teach her. She might be able to handle a paddling, but he’d see how she handled being tied up, teased and tortured. He’d bring her to the brink and pull her back again. Then she’d be begging for release.
“I’m done,” he said, tossing the paddle on the bed.
She stood, crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.
Marc gripped her shoulders. “So you can withstand a spanking. Let’s see if you can handle what’s next.”
Rena breathed a sigh of relief when he turned away. She rubbed her sore cheeks. That fucking hurt!
There was no way in hell she was gonna show him and that was a good thing. He’d stopped sooner than he might have if she’d let on how much it hurt.
Her pussy screamed for an orgasm. A quick climax would be perfect to ease the ache in her clitoris. God, she needed him to stick his cock inside her and fuck her until she couldn’t breathe.
“I’m going to tie you up and play with this gorgeous body.” He slinked his arm around her torso.
“I’m ready whenever you are.” She leaned her head against his chest.
He pressed his lips to her hair.
“Let’s get you out of this cumbersome thing.” He bent and lifted her dress until it was over her head.
“Who needs clothes, right?”
He ignored her and started kissing her neck. He trailed down to the breast, licking her nipple under it hardened. Marc didn’t linger long, instead he continued down.
He placed tiny kisses around her navel, causing a fluttering in her belly. Two strong hands gripped her hips. She allowed him to turn her around, giving him access to her tender ass. He kissed her sore cheeks. When he moved up to the small of her back, chills raced up her spine. His tongue licked at the small curve.
She shivered.
Holding on to his hands, she bent her head forward. A moan escaped her lips when he ran his tongue up her spine, then lingered at the nape of her neck. Before long he made his way back down again.
Kisses, then licks.
Kisses, then more licks.
He managed to touch every inch of her back.
His hard penis pressed against the small of her back when he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She moved her hair out of his way, giving him full access to her neck. He took advantage of her offering and nibbled up to her ear. Sucking the lobe between his lips, his teeth grazed the tiny piece of skin.
She sucked in a deep breath.
Chills ran rampant. Goose bumps pebbled her skin. Her legs quivered as she blew out the breath. She thought she’d loose her balance, but Marc held her safely in his arms.
Her hand moved to her chest and she tried to catch her breath. Her mouth was dry. She was hot with need.
Instinctively she reached for a piece of ice and popped it into her parched mouth.
“Thirsty?” His fingers traced down her arms.
“Hmmm.” Her tongue moved the cube around, cooling and wetting her dehydrated mouth.
“I’ll go get some water. I want us to both be aware of everything that’s going on,” he whispered. “Make yourself comfortable on the bed.”
He left her standing there in the lurch, feeling empty
and aching for his touch. It took her a few moments before she was able to move. When she finally did, she crawled on the bed, then lay on her side. She nestled her head into a pillow, her arms crooked underneath.
She was comfortable. Tomorrow she would sleep. Sleep all day after the night she was having.
She smiled thinking about tomorrow and her attempting to walk around the city. Cloth rubbing against her stinging cheeks, her pussy lips swollen. No, she’d be in no shape for walking or exploring the city tomorrow.
Marc returned with two glasses of ice water. She leaned on her elbow and accepted the glass he offered.
She took a mouthful and let it linger in her mouth before swallowing the cold liquid. She did it again until she didn’t feel so parched anymore. After handing her half-empty glass back to Marc, she returned to her comfortable spot.
“Better?”
She nodded.
She watched Marc as he set the glasses on the dresser. He picked up the handcuffs.
“You ready for me to tie you up?”
Fear rose in her throat. She’d never been handcuffed or tied up before. Would he release her if she didn’t want to play? Would he take it too far once he had her strapped down? She had to trust him or this had to end right here and now. He’d promised he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her and she believed him. This night was supposed to be about fun for both of them, right?
Again she nodded yes.
“I need to know you’re fully on board with this, Rena. If you have a smidgen of a doubt, you need to tell me. We’ll stop right now.”
Hell no. Her plan had been to get laid from the start of the night. Marc was offering a lot more than getting laid. He was offering a chance to experience a world that had piqued her curiosity for a long time. She wasn’t about to turn her back on this opportunity.
“You can speak this one time.”
“I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life. I’m totally where I want to be.” To prove her point she moved to the middle of the bed and stretched her arms out and widened her legs, readying herself to be cuffed to the bed. “See?”
Marc didn’t wait or argue. He quickly cuffed one hand, looped the cuffs through the spindle on the headboard and cuffed the other.
“Hmmm, what should we do about your legs?” He turned and rummaged through the drawers. When he found what he was looking for, he turned.
Silk ties wrapped around her ankles as Marc secured her legs to the bottom of the bed. Of course there had to be something for her legs. She’d be shocked if there wasn’t. After seeing everything the other room had to offer, she doubted there wasn’t an area not covered.
“My. My. My. Do you realize how scrumptious you look?” he asked, walking around the bed inspecting his work.
No, but she knew that hard-on he was sprouting was impressive and begging to be released from his pants. She wouldn’t mind wrapping her lips around it.
He ran his finger across her taut stomach, over her hip and down her leg until he reached her big toe. “I want to taste all of you. Your legs spread wide open for me to run my tongue over that clit. Mmmm.”
She closed her eyes. His feathery touch mesmerized her, lulling her into a sweet serenity. Flames licked at her pussy lips when his finger teased her opening. He moved away and her eyes darted open.
He stood over her smiling. He was in control. He promised he would tease and taunt her and he wasn’t joking. Rena didn’t know how much of this cat-and-mouse game she could handle. Her pussy screamed for release. Her ass cried for relief.
“Just checking to see if you’re sleeping.”
She didn’t say anything, just stared at him in disbelief. How the fuck could she sleep when she was dying to get laid?
“Good. Now that I have your attention…”
She watched him go to the ice bucket. He brought a piece back and circled the frozen cube around her nipple.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh no. Did you just speak without permission?”
Fuck! She had.
“You know what that means, don’t you?”
Biting her lower lip, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
“It means you’ve earned yourself a punishment. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I’m going to enjoy paddling that rosy ass again.
Was he serious? Her punishment for talking was another spanking? She didn’t think she could handle another spanking.
“Now I’m going to finish what I started. Just so we’re clear, I will explain everything I’m doing as I go along. You wouldn’t be left in the dark unless I decide to blindfold you. No need for you to ask questions,” he said, covering her lips with his finger. “I’m just using the ice to ready your nipples for the clamps.”
She swallowed back a moan and waited to see what his next move would be. Once he had her nipple hard and numb, he grabbed the nipple clips.
“Tell me if this is too tight.”
He carefully covered the hardened nipple with the alligator-style clamps and looked down at her.
She shook her head no.
She bit her lower lip from the slight pain piercing her nipple.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” she whispered. The pain wasn’t unbearable.
Marc grabbed more ice and rubbed it over the nipple, easing the pain. Finally the pain subsided and she felt hot burning streak of desire down to her clit.
He repeated with the other nipple but this time he licked away her pain.
From this vantage point she was vulnerable. Tied up, nipple clamps pinching, she knew this was just the beginning. Marc wasn’t finished taking care of sensitizing all her sex parts.
I’m ready for you to fuck me, Marc. She didn’t dare speak the words aloud, but boy were they lingering on the tip of her tongue. She ached to feel his cock inside her.
He was rummaging through the drawers again.
Rena struggled to see what he was looking for. Didn’t they have enough already?
“Ah-ha!” He held up batteries. “Can’t use vibrators without batteries.”
She hadn’t thought about that when they grabbed the accessories. Duh.
Marc removed the toys from the plastic coverings and energized them with the batteries.
He placed the toys on the end of the bed. He removed a pillow from underneath her head.
“Can you arch your back just a little bit for me?”
She tried and managed to raise it slightly.
He stuffed a pillow under her buttocks, lifting her ass higher.
“Perfect.”
He covered the plug with some gel and nudged it against her puckered hole.
“Ready?”
She nodded, afraid to speak. She wondered if she could handle the turbo plug filling her. Yes, the device had intrigued her, but when it came right down to it, she wasn’t sure she could handle it.
Pulling a cheek to the side, he eased the plug past her opening.
“You need to relax your muscles. Don’t fight it.”
Easy for him to say, it wasn’t his ass being filled. Instead of cursing him, she tried relaxing. As she did, it slid easily into place. Her tight hole accepted it, closing snugly around it.
Marc buzzed the butt plug to life and Rena thought she’d lose her mind. Heat coiled in the pit of her stomach, rolling toward her clit. Blood filled the nub.
“I can smell the sweet scent of your arousal,” he whispered just before he took the swollen bud between his lips.
That was all she needed before the stirrings of an orgasm began to build. Her ass hummed from the vibrator, her nipples hardened against the clamps and her clit burned with desire. She was going to come—hard.
“Oh. My. God.” She tried thrashing against his mouth but she couldn’t move. She wanted more, needed more. She needed something to fill her pussy.
Marc stopped.
“Why did you stop?”
“Because you spoke. Twice!”
Shit! Shit! Shit! She hadn’t meant to speak.
The words just slipped out without a thought.
“Let’s see, that’s two punishments for you. I think I need to give you at least one so you realize you need to behave yourself and act like a real submissive.”
What was he going to do?
He untied one leg. He climbed on the bed and lifted the leg straight in the air.
“Perfect,” he said.
She wanted to ask him what was perfect but didn’t dare. She already had two punishments waiting.
He brought his hand down on her exposed butt cheek. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out. She refused to utter another word, no matter what he did to her.
She laid there, her eyes closed and her mouth clamped shut, waiting for it to end. She tried to imagine being someplace else. Anywhere except accepting this spanking on her one cheek.
Marc stopped leaving her cheek stinging.
“You were a very good girl. You behaved so well, you deserve to be rewarded.”
With an orgasm? God, she hoped so.
He tied her leg to the bed and returned to her clit. His lips wrapped around the nub and pulled it between his teeth. The vibrator hummed to life in her ass and she knew he was allowing her an orgasm.
It didn’t take long for the waves to wash over her body. All her nerve endings were on sensory overload. Her skin prickled.
Yes, she was coming. Like being pulled into the undertow, Rena fell into an array of orgasms. One after the other hit her as her body shuddered.
As the orgasms subsided, Marc released her nub and blew against it. She fought back the urge to cry out for more.
“That should keep you satisfied for a few more moments while I finish.”
Satisfied wasn’t the word. Sedated. Blissfully happy. Now, those were words she’d use.
Her breathing started to return to normal just as Marc inserted the life-sized vibrator into her cunt. There were pearl beads inside the rubbery coating and as the vibrator buzzed to life, Rena was once again struck by the instant need for relief. The beads massaged the walls of her pussy while the butt plug hummed away in her tight hole. Rumblings of another orgasm began in the pit of her stomach, rolling down to her oversensitized clit.
Both the vibrator and butt plug went dead inside her.
As her body recovered from the closeness of her climax, she looked to Marc.
“So close to the edge? Don’t worry, Rena, you’ll have a happy ending.”
