by Diane Leyne
Too quickly, she felt his cock jerk in his mouth, and then jets of hot cum spilled down her throat. She tried to swallow it all, but suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth. He used his hand to milk his cock, shooting his cum in her face and on her breasts, marking her, almost. It was so primitive and exciting, her clit throbbed and the moisture flowed out of her pussy.
She’d never been so turned on. She desperately wanted to come, but she was helpless. She’d come when he wanted her to and not before. He was punishing her now for doubting him. And she’d take it without protest.
She waited for him to finish, and when he thrust his cock back in her face with the terse command, “Lick it clean,” she didn’t hesitate and took him in her mouth, using her tongue to clean him thoroughly. And that was when she realized he was still hard. He was far from done with her.
She watched him strip off his clothing. Then he pulled her to her feet. He reached down and stripped off her pants and underwear so she was completely naked. Then he picked her up, pausing to pick up his bag, too, and carried her over to the couch. Settling himself comfortably, he positioned her over his lap, her hands still bound behind her.
“This is going to hurt you a lot more than it’s going to hurt me,” he gritted out before his big hand came down hard on her ass. He didn’t ask her to count this time. And he didn’t pause between strikes to caress her ass, spreading the heat and helping the pain morph into desire. After a while, he paused, and she thought that he was done, but then she realized he was rooting around in his bag.
Then he started up again, using a hard paddle on her tender ass. The tears started to fall as still he didn’t stop. Over and over he spanked her, and she sobbed her heart out.
Her ass was on fire when he stopped. There wasn’t a square inch that he hadn’t marked. He was right. She wouldn’t sit for a week.
She felt his hand moving between her legs. She was dripping wet. His finger slid inside her easily. But it didn’t stay there long. He gathered her moisture and then moved his fingers to her tight rosette, rubbing it in. Then he gathered more moisture and returned to her ass. He pushed his finger in knuckle-deep and paused. It was dark and decadent, and there were curls of desire in the pit of her stomach. She was shocked at how empty she felt inside when he pulled his finger out.
He was rooting in his bag again. Then there was the cold, wet sensation of lube. He massaged it into her back entrance and then pushed back inside, pushing in to the second knuckle. She could feel his finger moving inside her, windmilling, awakening nerves she didn’t know she possessed. More of the moisture leaked from her pussy.
He pulled his finger out but quickly pushed back in with two fingers. Ruthlessly, he scissored them inside her. One finger had caused a feeling of pressure and pleasure. Two fingers caused a kind of pinching feeling, a twinge of pain that quickly morphed to pleasure.
His hand left her ass, and he was in his toy bag again. And then the hard rubber pushed at her back entrance. It had to be a butt plug, and it seemed huge. She knew what they looked like, starting narrow and then widening before narrowing at the neck, with a wide base that sat outside the body. It stretched her opening as he fucked it into her, pushing in then pulling out, pushing in further and then pulling back just a bit.
“If you push back against the plug, it’ll go in easier.”
Knowing better than to argue, she did as he requested and felt the remainder of the plug slide inside her body, giving her a feeling of fullness unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
She felt him pause and reach over to his bag again. Pulling out some wet wipes, he cleaned his hands off carefully before his fingers returned to her pussy. But she was tighter now, with the plug in her ass, but he forced his fingers inside her, first one, then two and then three digits. He finger fucked her hard, and she her arousal soared. She could feel her climax getting closer then he would stop and wait for her climax to subside. Then he repeated the process again, this time adding light touches to her clit. In no time, her climax started to ripple through her and he stopped again.
Twice more, he pushed her close to orgasm and stopped. She was crying again, sobbing this time, but for another reason. She cried and begged and pleaded for him to let her come. She was so close. She just needed a little extra friction on her clit, and he knew it.
She couldn’t even touch herself because her hands were still restrained behind her back. And she couldn’t even rub her clit against anything as he held her legs apart, easily using his superior strength to hold her still.
She sobbed and begged, but he ignored her pleas, pulling up and into his arms, cuddling her, removing the cuffs, and massaging her arms as the circulation came back. “Shhh. Quiet. You’ll get to come, but only once I feel you’ve earned it. You cut me to the quick when you left without even giving me the courtesy of telling me to my face why. And now I find you left because some imaginary reason you talked yourself into believing.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll realize that you belong to me. If you ever, and I mean ever, have any doubts about us again or wonder what I’m feeling, you’ll remember just what your punishment felt like and you’ll come and talk to me first. I would never force you to stay if you really felt like you had to leave, but I will not let you run away because you are afraid. Do you understand me?”
He glared at her, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. He cared for her. He cared enough to fight for her, to look after her, to protect her from herself, from her self-doubt.
Suddenly, she smiled. She could feel the happiness flooding through her. She knew that she could do it. She would do it. She would take a chance because she was only half living if she didn’t have love, and love was worth fighting for.
But she also knew that she had to prove it to him, to show that she was willing to take a risk and fight for him.
“Master?”
“Yes, subbie.”
“Master, will you take my ass?”
He looked at her, framing her face with his hands, his eyes dark with desire.
“Do you know what you are asking? I’ve barely begun to stretch your ass. It’ll hurt.”
“I know. But you once told me that’s the ultimate way a sub can show her submission to her master. I want to prove to you that I want you as my master. That I need you as my master. And I am willing to do whatever it takes to show you that I am now willing to fight for us.”
He leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue invading. It wasn’t so much a kiss as a declaration of intent and ownership. He was claiming her as his sub, his possession.
He stood up and strode into the bedroom and set her down on the bed. And then he stood, watching her, waiting.
Andie knew what to do. Turning away from him, she knelt, her head down, cradled in her forearms, her knees spread, giving him full access to take her any way he wanted to.
She heard him walk out of the room, and she felt her stomach lurch, but he came back quickly, dropping his bag beside the bed. He adjusted her hips and knees, and then he slowly withdrew the butt plug from her ass.
It had only been inside her a short time, but she felt empty without it. Her ass was trying to clamp down on the emptiness. But then the cold lube splashed down again. He had squirted some right into her opening and then rubbed it around the rim, massaging it into her delicate tissues.
And then he moved behind her. She forced herself to relax as he positioned his cock at her back entrance. He loomed over her, and she understood about feeling vulnerable and submissive in this position. He had total control. She couldn’t control the depth of his penetration or his movements or anything prevent him from taking her any way he wanted to.
A shiver of desire flowed through her.
And then she felt him begin to push into her, stretching her opening. She quickly realized he was a lot bigger than the plug was, and the pressure soon turned to pain as he continued to stretch her.
She moaned.
; He pushed harder, knowing that the sooner he got inside her, the sooner the pain would turn to pleasure. And then with a popping sound, he was inside her.
“That’s the head, baby,” he whispered into her ear. “It’ll be easier now.” And then he was pushing forward again, opening her sensitive tissues, pushing in steadily until his sac rested against her pussy. He was hot and hard, and it felt like he’d shoved a baseball bat up her ass, but finally, she could feel the tendrils of desire coiling in her stomach.
He reached around and rubbed her poor, sensitive, ignored clit. She didn’t even recognize her own voice and the almost animalistic groan of pleasure as her climax shot through her and her pussy clamped down on his cock.
He kept at her clit, giving her the pleasure he’d denied her earlier, and when another climax ripped through her, he moved his hand and forced his fingers inside her pussy, compressed as it was from the cock in her ass, curling them, rubbing hard against her G-spot until yet another climax rocked through her. Or maybe it was a continuation of the previous one. The continuous little tremors flowed through her body, not stopping as now he was moving inside her ass, pounding into her almost frantically, pressing her down until she was almost flat on the bed as he continued to pound into her until a shattering climax ripped through her, her body bucking wildly, uncontrollably. And this seemed to trigger something inside of Duncan. He was a wild man now, riding her hard and then suddenly stopping, her hips in an iron grip. She knew she’d have bruises shaped like fingerprints the next day but she didn’t care as he shot his hot cum deep inside her.
With a groan, he pulled out of her. “Sleep now,” he commanded, slipping out of bed. She didn’t realize how tense she was until she heard the water running in the bathroom. She didn’t relax until he slipped back into the bed beside her and pulled her close.
Chapter Fourteen
Andie awoke the next morning to find herself flat on her back and Duncan buried deep inside her. She couldn’t think of a better way to start the day.
Duncan loomed over her, ignoring her attempts to make him move.
“You know, we still have a lot to talk about. First things first. I love you and you love me.”
Andie stared up at him in shock. Duncan grinned and kissed her hard on the mouth.
“Don’t even think of back-talking your Dom or I’m going to have to gag you again. Now, where was I?
“Oh, yes. Next, we have to decide whose apartment we are going to live in and if you are ready to accept a permanent collar from me. And before you answer, be sure you’ve taken enough time to consider the implications. A Collaring Ceremony isn’t legally binding like a marriage, but in the BDSM world it is taken just as seriously. You’ll have to kneel naked beside me in front of the members of the club and accept my collar. And it isn’t some temporary leather strap that buckles on. This one comes with a lock, and Mac will take custody of the key. Removing the collar would be akin to getting a divorce in the vanilla world, and I’ve been raised to believe a commitment was forever. So don’t agree to this lightly.
“This is a serious commitment. It won’t be easy. We haven’t known each other long, but I think what we have is something special and worth fighting for. I can wait for your answer, but don’t make me wait too long.”
He smiled and started moving, and happiness surged inside her and it wasn’t just the climax that was quickly building.
Duncan was right. Happiness was worth fighting for and it was worth taking a risk for. She’d take the chance and make a commitment to this amazing man.
As she felt her climax rip through her, she yelled out, “Yes, yes, yes!”
His climax rocked through him as he gathered her tightly to him. “You won’t regret it. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy and make sure you feel secure.”
She smiled. “You already do.”
THE END
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Diane Leyne is originally from Nova Scotia but now lives in the big city. In addition to a lifelong obsession with books, Diane loves travel and photography.
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