ExtremeCouponing

by Sabrina York

  And then he turned them both on.

  She nearly shot through the roof. Not because he set them on high—he didn’t, they resonated through her core with a dull, insistent throb—but because she hadn’t expected it, a pleasure that intense.

  He made her stay there, stand there, with twin vibrators filling her pussy and asshole as he watched. Every once in a while, as though he couldn’t resist, he drew a warm palm over her twitching ass.

  Bella wanted to scream with frustration. Gentle was not what she wanted. Not now.

  When he finally went to the table and picked up the paddle, she nearly collapsed in relief. But her relief was premature.

  Tae continued to torment her from afar.

  He studied her—draped over the sofa with her legs spread wide and foreign objects thudding at her nerves—and stroked the paddle contemplatively. It took him forever to round the sofa and stand behind her. It took everything in her to stay in place, not flinch. Not pull away. She knew what was coming. And she both dreaded and longed for it.

  He didn’t begin paddling right away. He had far too much finesse for that. He dragged it out, tightening the tension. He tantalized her ass with his hand, a fleeting warmth over her quivering globes.

  “Nice. Beautiful.” His voice petted her, soothed her.

  The studs on the paddle skated across her flesh. Dug into her sanity. He ran it lightly around and around her ass, circling her, taunting her. She moaned.

  When she thought she couldn’t bear it a second longer, the paddle rose and fell. She lurched forward as scalding heat scored her skin, sank into her being. She cried out, a warbling wail. Exhilaration, release and a raging hunger washed through her. She shuddered around the toys in her pussy and ass, clutching them, clinging to them.

  “Turn them up,” she whispered.

  He pretended not to hear her as the paddle fell again. And again. And again. Bella cried out in bliss at each stroke, delighting in the harsh caress of the studs. She knew her ass was red. Heat rolled off her in waves.

  She braced herself against the seat of the sofa and closed her eyes because she couldn’t bear to see her wrists confined, as they were, in the cuffs. It was almost too exciting to bear.

  He smacked her ass again. And again. She leaned into the pain, the delirium. She wanted to collapse, dissolve, but couldn’t. It was too much. Not nearly enough. The twin vibrators droned inside her, but gently, softly. Just enough to light her fire, drive her wild.

  “More,” she huffed. “More.”

  He complied.

  She couldn’t resist plucking at her nipples. They were aching and hard, exposed to the night air and crying out for attention. Each pull sent sharp pleasure through her.

  The heat on her ass abruptly stopped.

  “Bella.” Tae tsked. “What did you agree to?”

  Why had he stopped? She whimpered and glanced back at him over her shoulder.

  “What did you agree to?”

  “Um…” What had she agreed to again? “T-total submission?”

  “Yes. And total submission means you may not touch yourself.”

  “What?” She whirled to stare at him. Not touch herself? She was desperate to do so.

  He didn’t repeat himself. Disappointment tightened his jaw as he took one of her wrists and brought it to her neck. He attached the hook on the wrist restraint to a ring at the back of the collar. Secured her there. He bound the other wrist as well, locking both her hands behind her head.

  She was helpless. Utterly helpless.

  Her pussy spasmed at the thought and the vibrator eased out. Tae caught it on its way to the floor and shoved it back in. Bella loved the way his fingers stretched her. She shoved her pussy at him, begging for more, but he wasn’t ready to give her that kind of satisfaction.

  He had another kind of satisfaction in mind.

  He turned her to the mirror again. She couldn’t stay the sigh that escaped at the sight she beheld—a tall, long-limbed siren with her breasts constrained in a harness, her wrists trapped behind her head, her pussy weeping, cream dribbling down her thighs.

  “Close your legs,” Tae commanded. “Keep that toy in your cunt.” He twirled the paddle.

  She nearly came when he lifted it and rubbed it against her breasts, scraping the studs over her nipples. She closed her lids and tipped back her head.

  “Eyes open, Bella. I want you to watch.”

  She swallowed a sob and obeyed. He rewarded her with a series of sharp smacks, each at a different angle, each hard and rough against her sensitive flesh. Her breasts bobbled, reddened, with each smack. She was transfixed by the sight.

  He opened her pussy, exposing her swollen clit, and smacked her there, right on her hard nubbin. Pleasure and pain and unbearable heat sizzled over every nerve. And she came. Hard. Her entire body seized and she cried out in ecstasy.

  He didn’t allow her to recover. He pushed her against the back of the couch, facing the full-length mirror. “Look at yourself, Bella. So hot. So wet. So submissive. You love this, don’t you?”

  She sobbed. Didn’t respond.

  He smacked her clit again. Sweet agony shafted through her once more. “Don’t you?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Yes what? Come on, sweetheart. Total submission. You know what that makes you, so I know you know what that makes me.”

  “Yes…Master.”

  “Nice. Good. Good girl.” He rubbed her labia. Slipped in, just a tad. “You’re so wet.”

  She was. Wet and hot. For him. She’d never wanted him more.

  She fluttered her lashes and shot him a sexy smile. “I want you in me, Tae. I want your cock inside me.” Usually that worked. Those words in that tone, that dreamy expression. Usually that was all it took to have him groveling before her, licking her clit, readying her for his cock.

  But not this time. This time he merely shook his head and tsked again. “Bella, Bella, Bella. I thought we covered this. I’m not Tae to you. Not now. I’m your Master. You’ll address me as Master or Sir. Is that clear?”

  “Yes.”

  The paddle fell again, this time on her hip. Her ass was burning, her clit was pounding, her body was afire.

  “Yes, what?” This, he hissed in her ear. His breath was hot and wet. Desperate, perhaps.

  “Yes Master.”

  “Better. Better. But there’s one other thing, Bella dear. One other transgression I must point out.”

  She winced. He looked the way a Master should look. Harsh and hard and unbending. It made her molten. She opened her mouth to ask what he meant, to which transgression he referred, and then thought better of it and bit her lip.

  He caught that tiny movement and his features softened, but only a tad. “Good girl. You’re learning. You don’t ask, demand or command anything. You can beg if you want. You can beg for my cock. But that doesn’t mean you’ll get it. I control you completely. Do you understand?”

  She nodded. “Yes Master.”

  “Good girl.” He pinched one nipple and then the other. He dipped his head and laved her, taking her burning flesh into his mouth and wetting it.

  Her breasts ached from the paddle, although not nearly as much as her ass. He sucked gently on those turgid peaks then pulled away and blew on the dampness he’d left there. That coolness on the heat of her reddened skin created an excruciating counterpoint. Her nipples pebbled, fattened. Lengthened.

  He grunted, clearly pleased with the effect of his work. “That was your reward, sweet Bella. Now let’s get to your punishment.”

  Chapter Three

  Bella’s heart stuttered. Her punishment? What the hell had that paddling been? But she knew better than to ask. Or question him. Or, lord help her, defy him.

  So she stood there waiting, completely helpless, her wrists locked to the collar on her neck, her legs held tightly together, desperately trying to keep the vibrator in her pussy. She clenched her ass to do the same in the rear.

  The tension was unbearable.<
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  He took note of every shiver, every twitch. He nodded and gestured to the other side of the sofa. “Let’s go into the living room, shall we?”

  She followed him around the sofa, mincing every step.

  He led her to the tree. “Let’s see what kinds of playthings we can find in here.”

  Bella glanced at the tree and nearly moaned. There were ornaments and garland and candy canes and all kinds of potentially torturous devices there.

  He opted for the garland. It was a fluffy gold swag that draped from limb to limb. Slowly, holding her gaze all the while, Tae pulled it out of the branches.

  He smiled. It was a wicked grin. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks.” He traced her breasts with the bristly end of the garland.

  Bella threw back her head and bit her lip to hold back a cry as sharp prickles assailed her. Good. It was so good. Her nipples had been sensitized by the paddling and Tae’s ministrations. They stood up high and ached. Every pass sent an electric charge straight through to her womb. “Ah.”

  “You like that, my little slave? Answer me.”

  “Yes Master.”

  He trailed the garland leisurely over her chest, across her belly and finally rubbed it against her clit. “Open your legs. And don’t let that vibrator fall out of your c—”

  It hit the floor. She couldn’t help it. She was swamped and slick and oozing cream.

  Bella instinctively bent to pick it up, to slip it back in—even though her hands were useless—but he stopped her.

  “Ah ah ah. None of that.”

  “I didn’t mean to let it fall out.”

  “That doesn’t matter.” He sighed but the tone of it was hardly sincere. “One more thing to punish you for, I guess.”

  He slipped the garland between her legs. Bella stilled, realizing what he had in mind. He pulled the swag tighter, tighter up against her pussy. He dragged the rough material back and forth over her swollen flesh.

  Every nerve screamed.

  The prickly strand scraped back and forth over her clit, her asshole, her slit. With each pass the garland became slicker and slicker, frosted with her cream. The scent of her arousal filled the room. She tightened her muscles on the vibrator plodding away inside her. Each throb, each swipe, brought her closer to the edge. Much more of this and she’d be coming.

  She squeezed her lids shut and focused on the climax rising within her. “Yes. Yes.”

  Abruptly, the movement stopped. Bella groaned and opened her eyes, glared at him.

  “Did I not mention? You will not come without my express permission.”

  She groaned again. Snarled maybe.

  He tapped her nose with a long finger. “Bella. Darling. I know you. Do you think I don’t recognize the signs?”

  “Tae, I’m dying.” She knew she wasn’t supposed to address him directly but she couldn’t help it. Every muscle ached, every pore in her body tingled. She was frantic, desperate for release.

  He pulled her closer. His skin warmed her as their chests skimmed. He kissed her and whispered, “Patience, darling. Patience.”

  He stepped back then, just enough to look down at her breasts. He stroked them, traced the bits of exposed flesh. Then he began fiddling with one of the straps that encased her.

  “Do you know why I picked this corset?” He didn’t command a response so she didn’t give one. Besides, she doubted she was capable of forming words. “It has this very interesting feature. When I tug this ribbon here…”

  He did so and the straps cupping her left breast contracted. She sucked in a breath as he pulled tighter. The straps cut into her, creating black furrows, shaping her. He pulled on another string and another, moving up her breast, creating a cone. He came to the very last strap, the one ringing her nipple. He caught her gaze and then tightened it.

  Scalding sensation, pleasure and pain, speared through her. Her breast was tightly wrapped in a leather cage. Her nipple burst forth from its confinement, hard and tight and petulant.

  When Tae bent his head and lapped at it, sweet anguish scudded through her and she sobbed.

  He did the same thing to the other breast then stood back and admired his handiwork. She suffered his perusal with hands locked behind her head, breasts poking straight out, nipples caged and a damp garland wedged into her slit, prickling at her.

  Oh yeah. And a vibrator up her ass.

  She felt completely helpless. And yet so incredibly powerful. Because she saw his expression.

  “God, Bella. You are such a lovely slave. You know that? Just gorgeous.” When he pressed on her shoulder, urging her into a new position, she knew better than to resist.

  Then again, she didn’t want to. She knew where she was heading and, as she came onto her knees before him, at eye level with an enormous bulge, she licked her lips.

  She was hungry for his cock. Crazed with wanting. She wanted to take him into her mouth, suck him in, engulf him.

  She leaned forward and placed her cheek against his pajama bottoms. His cock surged.

  He petted her hair. “Such a sweet girl. I know what you want. But you’re not getting it.”

  She glanced up at him, pleading.

  “Sorry.” He shot her an insincere pout. “You’re being punished. Remember?”

  “Tae!”

  “Ah ah ah.” He waggled a finger. “Don’t make me gag you, darling.”

  Well. That gave her pause. When she clamped her lips together, he chuckled.

  He would do it. She knew he would. She didn’t think she could bear it. So she kept her mouth shut.

  He knelt beside her and pressed her down even farther so she was on her knees with her ass in the air and her cheek on the carpet. Her breasts brushed the carpet as well but because of the damn corset forcing her nipples forward, they took the brunt of it. The scrape of the rough wool was agony on those aching nubbins.

  Tae moved behind her and Bella nearly collapsed with relief. Thank God, she thought. Finally. Finally he was going to fuck her. She heard the rustle of cellophane. She prayed it was a condom.

  It wasn’t.

  He pulled the vibrator from her ass—it came out with a sucking plop and she groaned in relief. But a new pressure prodded her there. Her eyes flew open. If she tipped her head, just so, she could see what he was doing. What he was pressing into her.

  A candy cane. Oh lord.

  He pressed it in and in. “Do you like this, Bella? Do you?”

  “Y-yes Master.”

  He pushed the slender rod all the way in, all the way to the hook, and turned it then slid it back out. Her entire body quaked. Cream dripped from her ignored pussy. She tightened her muscles and moaned.

  “Don’t clench,” he said. “We don’t want it to break.

  He worked on her ass for a while, making her quake with every thrust. And then he leaned away, out of sight. When he returned to her, it was with a wicked grin.

  “Look what I found, darling,” he said, holding something up.

  She couldn’t see what it was right away—her vision was a little blurry—but when she realized what exactly he held, she sobbed. The big, fat peppermint stick she’d slipped in his stocking.

  “As soon as I saw this, I knew what you wanted me to do with it.” He pulled off the paper and put the candy in his mouth, sucking it in, wetting it. It was large and long and stretched his lips as he drew it in.

  Oh. She knew. She knew where it was going and the thought nearly made her faint.

  He chuckled at her horror then placed the rod at the mouth of her pussy and eased it in.

  Delight, utter delight, sluiced through her as the thick candy nudged into her, filling her. Finally. She tightened around its bulk, tried to hold it in, but Tae wouldn’t allow that. He yanked it back out and then shoved it in again. And again and again.

  Bella looked over her shoulder to watch but couldn’t see much. She could, however, see the other candy cane in her ass, bobbling with Tae’s every move. She hid her face, steeped i
n the sensations he played upon her.

  She panted, moaned, writhed against it, on it. So slick, so big. As he worked it in and out, it became sticky with her juice, creating a delicious resistance with each advance, every retreat. Pleasure trickled through her. When he shoved it in, hard, the blunt end kissed her womb, driving her passion higher, stoking her fire.

  Climax danced just out of reach. Madly, she grasped for it.

  But he knew her. He knew her. He recognized the signs and, as soon as she began to crest, he pulled it out again and rubbed it over her clit. He ignored the shudders that caused and bent his head. Lapped.

  She shot up, cried out in pleasure as his hard, hot tongue dabbed at her aching nub. “Yes. Yes. Please.”

  He stopped. He stopped so suddenly it hurt. “Did you say please?”

  “Yes. Yes. Please, Tae. Please!”

  He smacked her on her ass. “Master. Call me Master.” There was desperation, a frantic tone in his hiss.

  “Yes Master. Please. Please fuck me.”

  Slowly, he drew the candy cane out of her ass. Then the peppermint stick from her pussy. Carefully, he arranged her on her back on the carpet. She could only imagine the vision she made, her breasts standing high, nipples red and throbbing, her hands up, locked into a ring on her collar. Her ass burned and her pussy was open, wet. Her clit was so engorged it poked out between her swollen labia.

  Tae dropped to her side and held her for a moment. Then he whispered, “Bella, we have to hurry.”

  “What?” She blinked, bemused.

  “Our hour,” he said. “It’s almost up.”

  Oh, dear lord. Already?

  “Fuck me, Master. Please.”

  His nostrils flared at her plea. He levered up and ripped off his pajama pants. He carelessly swept the items on the coffee table onto the floor and lifted her up, positioned her on her knees and bent her over the table. His heat surrounded her as he placed his cock at her pussy and slid in. He filled her completely.

  He was cautious at first, testing her wetness, battling against the slick track the sticky candy had laid. But before long, he increased his pace. Faster and faster and filling and fat.

  Each lunge sent spirals of delirium through her. Each plunge was that of a madman, a dominant beast born to fuck. Born to cover a woman and plant his seed.