“Okay,” I whispered.
“Not too uncomfortable?” His hands gripped my ass cheeks, kneading them together before spreading them apart. I felt the coolness hit my puckered hole, and I bit my lip. I was going to combust from the heat pounding through my blood.
Whack. The paddle again on my ass cheek, followed by his lips, kissing the sting away. “Please…” I begged. I couldn’t take this anymore. I had to have him.
He kissed me again, on the other cheek, before lowering his mouth onto my pussy and running his tongue through the dripping slit. “Mmm,” he breathed. “So very tasty.” He lifted his head, and the paddle swung down between my spread cheeks.
“Aaah,” I groaned. Another stroke followed. His hands kneaded at the flesh, his lips soothed, and the paddle delivered crisp strokes that balanced everything out.
Another stroke, this time, grazing my pussy lips. He brought the paddle to my mouth. “Wet,” he chided, though the heat was obvious in his voice. “You made a mess of my paddle, rabbit.” His eyes twinkled at me.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
My voice was contrite, and his eyes flashed. He pressed the paddle to his mouth, licking my juices off the leather. “Such a tasty treat indeed.”
Oh god. Watching him lick that paddle sent a hot wave of molten lust swirling through my body. I was in my own personal Pompeii, and any moment, I was going to burst into flames and scorching lava and fiery ash.
He walked away, only to return with a black flogger. “Ready for more, rabbit?”
“Yes Sir.” I wasn’t afraid.
He stood by my shoulder, and cupped his hand around my neck. He brought the flogger down in one crisp stroke on my ass. Flaming points of pleasurable pain erupted everywhere the tails landed, and I whimpered and wriggled, but I felt my ass rise to meet the flogger.
Again, his lips followed. His hands ran down my back and squeezed my ass, and his lips kissed every bit of ache away before grazing at my pussy. This time, he didn’t pull away. He stayed there, pressing open-mouthed kisses on my soft folds, and I whimpered and humped the air, helplessly panting for more.
His mouth pulled away, but before I could feel bereft, his fingers slid through my folds. He ran a finger up my slit, drawing the wetness there before spreading it onto my puckered asshole. I tightened my grip on the headboard, and I must have clenched my muscles, because the tails of the flogger swung at me in an unspoken order to relax. “I’m not going to hurt you, rabbit,” his voice soothed. I nodded silently. I knew that.
“Sorry Sir.” I forced my muscles to ease their tight grip, and he kissed me as a reward. His finger slid into my pussy, and I caught my breath. Finally.
“So wet, rabbit,” his voice teased. Another finger joined the first finger, and then he spread that wetness to my ass. His fingers danced around the puckered flesh, and I groaned in response, my face pressed into the pillow.
I wanted him so much. I knew he wanted me. His erection was visible through his jeans every time he walked by me. But he was so good at this, so very good at tossing me into a sea of sensation, into an ocean of pleasure. Yet he was there to hold me and prevent me from drowning.
His body brushed against my back as he kissed his way up my spine. Each graze of his lips caused a bone-deep quivering in me. His teeth nibbled and bit. A drumbeat of longing pounded through me. Waves of lust washed over me as he kissed my shoulders, standing near my head.
Then he flicked his wrist, the one holding the flogger, and it connected with my skin with a sharp crack. I whimpered. I moaned and shuddered, panted and writhed. Every single nerve ending in my body danced with desire.
He set the flogger down on my back, the tails following the outline of my spine. Out of the corner of my eyes, I watched him pull his sweater over his head, unbutton his white shirt slowly, his eyes feasting on my body as he undressed. His bare chest came into view, and I bit my lip. I wasn’t restrained. There was nothing stopping me from turning around and pulling him into my body, except his desire that I bend to his will.
I stayed still, and was rewarded by Liam pressing his chest into my back. I felt every bit of his warm body in that touch. When his body came in contact with mine, I felt cherished. Then the flogger flicked down on me again, and I groaned, and desire once again ran rampant through my blood. “Check in for me.” His hands pushed my hair to one side, and he kissed my neck again. “Are you enjoying the flogger?”
Was I enjoying the flogger? I was in thrall to the flogger. No, to the man holding the flogger. I was possessed by this man.
“Yes.” My voice was very quiet, just a whisper of a breath, a puff of sound in a still room. But my tone was very steady. If this was what lay behind the closed double-doors of Casanova, then I completely understood the addictive power it held.
He knelt on the bed. I felt the mattress sink with his weight, and I turned my head towards him, leaning up for a kiss. He smiled at me. “Ah, rabbit…” His voice was achingly tender. “I can’t even tell you how many nights I fantasized about this exact moment.” Our lips collided with a need that neither of us could deny. For a few minutes, everything else faded except the way his tongue danced with mine, the way his lips felt, the way he pulled my lower lip between his teeth, nipping it gently before releasing it to repeat the moment all over again.
“Please, Liam,” I pleaded. “Please just fuck me.”
He laughed. “Where’s the fun in that, rabbit?” He saw my expression, and his eyes softened. “We’ll get there, Tia. But we aren’t done with the flogger yet.”
The strokes landed on my skin like hot drops of water on a skillet. I danced, yet my hands gripped the slats firmly. My Dom had given me an order. Hold on to them, he had said, and I would obey.
He wrapped his hand around the back of my throat, and let the flogger connect with my skin. The warming swishes covered my back and my ass, my thighs and my calves. I found myself pushing my butt in the air towards him. My body felt hot. My blood thrummed in my veins. My pussy was swollen with need.
His hands gripped my breasts, kneading them, sending bolts of pleasure through my body. “So beautiful,” he growled. “Such sweet perfection.”
“Please…”
He pinched an aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then he shifted off the bed and was on his feet again, like a dangerous panther surveying its prey. “Here.” His voice was even as he placed the flogger once more on my spine, with the tails tickling my reddened butt. “Don’t let it slide off.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Ever since I tasted you two weeks ago, Tia,” he rumbled, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this sweet pussy.” His hand cupped my mound, the heel of his palm grinding against my tender asshole.
***
Liam:
I had never had to fight harder for control.
Each time the flogger connected with her skin, she made this noise that was a half-pant, half-moan, and she wriggled her tight body, before raising up her ass in mute plea for more, and it took every bit of willpower I possessed to not throw the flogger down and bury my cock deep in that dripping pussy.
And now, I was going to give myself a little reward. I was going to draw those plump, succulent pussy lips into my mouth. I was going to feast on my little rabbit, and I was going to feel her body shudder and writhe as I ate her out.
I slid a finger inside her wetness, curling it around to find her g-spot. I chuckled as she almost arched off the bed, and I spanked that glowing ass as punctuation. “Stay still, Tia.”
My mouth joined my finger. So sweet. She was dripping for me, and I lapped each and every bit of her up. My tongue danced up and down over her slit, pushing into her pussy, pulling out to nip at those puffy lips. I added another finger and she hissed and groaned, and that noise sent a hot shaft of pleasure running straight to my groin.
All the self-control I possessed was tested, and then some. But I was a Dom, and I excelled at control. I teased her, flicking the tip of my tongue
on her clitoris. A light drumbeat, and she writhed in response and panted and moaned. “Liam.” Her voice was hoarse with need.
Another sharp spank, and she corrected herself. “I’m sorry for moving, Sir.”
My lips twitched, my dick throbbed. God, she was sweet perfection and I was the luckiest guy in the whole fucking world.
I wanted my rabbit to come. I wanted her to fall apart underneath me. I wanted her to see stars and hear a fucking symphony and I wanted her to call my name as she erupted. I pumped my fingers in and out of her swollen passage. I rubbed my thumb over her puckered asshole, and I felt her relax her muscles for me. “Good rabbit,” I praised her, my voice muffled because I wasn’t about to lift my mouth off that perfect pussy.
“Thank you, Sir,” she breathed.
“Give me your hands, Tatiana,” I ordered. Her shoulders would be sore if she didn’t shift positions. She moved them, and I laced my fingers in hers, before diving into that pussy again.
She was swollen. Dripping wet. Her muscles spasming around my fingers, her mound pushed into my face. I strummed at that tight nub, now erect, the hood pulled back, and she shook and her grip on my hands tightened. “Please Sir,” she begged. “May I come?”
Ah, Tatiana had read that section of the book that told her about asking permission. I grinned into her pussy. “Whenever you want, rabbit,” I assured her. Normally, I would make a submissive wait a lot longer. But when Tia told me she’d never come during sex? Well, I felt it to be my duty to explode that particular problem to smithereens.
She was going to shatter, and shatter again, and shatter once more, and she was going to beg for it all.
“Liam,” she whined. I could feel her pussy spasm, and I kept my rhythm steady. My fingers pushed in and out. My thumb sank into that tight asshole, all the way to my first knuckle. She buckled and whimpered. “Fuck,” she breathed, and exploded.
I watched with hot pleasure. I waited for her trembling to ease slightly, before groping for the small vibrating bullets I’d brought up from downstairs. There were two of them, still in their packaging, and I moved from my position between her legs for an instant to rip open the packet and pull them out. Thankfully, the controller had batteries in it already, because I sure as hell wasn’t about to leave Tatiana to look for them.
I dipped one into her pussy, and she shivered. “Do you like that, rabbit?” I asked, switching it on, and watching her body tighten around the vibrations.
“Fuck, what is that?” she moaned.
I laughed and stroked her hair. “Silly rabbit,” I said fondly. “So much to learn. This,” my fingers hit the control again, and the vibrations increased in her pussy, “is a little vibrating bullet.” I held up the other one. “I have two of them.”
She groaned, knowing exactly where the second one was going. I reached for some lube and coated the second bullet generously, and my thumb massaged more lube into her tight ass. As she’d done before, she relaxed her muscles for me. “Liam,” she whimpered. “Oh my god, what are you doing? That feels so good.”
I kissed that glowing ass, then nipped her cheeks with my teeth, just a little, and she panted and pushed her legs open wider. I pushed the second bullet slowly and steadily into that tight little ass, and I almost blew my load as her rosebud parted and sucked the bullet in, with only the cord hanging out.
“Ready, Tia?” I asked her as I hit the control, and both vibrators started their pleasurable strumming. My mouth once again found her clitoris, and I sucked that tight nub of flesh into my mouth, and she shattered again in absolutely no time at all.
This time, I gave her longer to recover. I removed the vibrators, and I bent over her face, kissing her deeply. She must have tasted her pussy juice on me, but she didn’t hesitate to kiss me back with the same painful intensity I felt. Ah, my rabbit had a naughty streak in her. Good to know.
“Turn around, baby.” I wanted to sink my hands and mouth into those glorious breasts.
***
Tatiana:
My limbs felt weightless. I felt like a melted ice-cream cone, my body soft and languid, sated. I moaned as I turned, and Liam’s strong hands massaged the aches away, before he parted my legs wide, and pushed my knees up.
“Hold that position for me.”
“Yes Sir.” I liked following Liam’s directions.
He smiled at me, brushing my hair back from my forehead before kissing my lips. His palms mashed my breasts together and his mouth dipped to suck one swollen nipple between his teeth. He alternated between nipples, sending me into paroxysms of need.
I felt my entire body reach towards him. His big hand closed around my throat, but I didn’t flinch, not even a little. “So trusting, Tia.” His voice was husky, and he brushed his lips against my forehead. I didn’t answer. My breath caught as his hands explored my body, languid strokes that had me panting with need.
He walked away, returning with a riding crop. “Keep those knees spread for me,” he ordered, smacking the insides of my thighs as punctuation.
I bit my lip and spread my legs wider, ignoring the protest in my muscles. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
He bent towards me. “Such a good rabbit,” he kissed me, and the crop smacked each of my nipples in quick succession. I moaned into his mouth, and his fingers soothed the stinging flesh. “Do you like that, Tia?”
“Yes Sir,” I breathed. Each smack of the paddle, each swish of the flogger, each bite of the crop, and I was aware of every inch of my body. My skin was flushed. My pussy dripped. My nipples were swollen and erect. As I saw the open heat in his eyes, I’d never felt more desired. I’d never felt more sexual in my life.
There was touching and stroking, cropping and spanking. Pleasure and pain, then pleasure again. The crop caressed as much as it made stinging contact. His lips touched my body often. His hands threaded through my hair. His eyes smouldered.
“Please,” I pleaded. How long was he going to make me wait for his cock? “Please, Sir.”
“Ah, Tia,” he groaned. There it was. A crack in the control. Could I cause it to widen? I inclined my hips towards him, and begged again, and his lips twitched. “Rabbit,” he chided. “I know exactly what you are doing.”
“Is it working?” I asked him boldly, and he laughed at me.
“Do you want to get fucked, Tia?” His voice smouldered.
“Yes Sir,” I whimpered. I was a storm of emotion and need. I had to have him. I needed to feel his weight pressed into my body. I need to feel his cock penetrate my core. There was an ache in my throat, a yearning in my body that could only be fulfilled by him.
His eyes surveyed mine. Perhaps he realized I was holding on by the merest thread. He leaned forward and kissed me gently, and his hands groped for a condom. I closed my eyes as a shiver of relief ran through my body. “Thank you, Sir,” I said, gratitude etched in my voice.
His thumb ran over my lip. “Come to the edge of the bed, rabbit,” he instructed. I scooted to the edge of the bed, and he reached for a small glass butt plug. He lubed it up, and then pushed it gently into my ass, already relaxed by his fingers and the bullet.
I bit my lip. It didn’t hurt, but it felt very present in my ass. Liam’s fingers stroked the knob, then he pulled it out and pushed it back in, fucking me slowly with the plug.
Each nerve ending in my anal passage came alive, and my pussy dripped in response. My eyes must have widened, because Liam looked at my expression and chuckled. “Having fun?” His voice was deep, and I could hear pride mixed with amusement in his tone.
“I didn’t think it would feel so good,” I breathed.
“Let’s make it feel better,” he smiled. He rolled the condom over his dick, and pushed it into me in one stroke. “Ah fuck, rabbit,” he groaned.
I couldn’t form words. I’d never felt fuller in my life. His hard dick in my pussy, the plug in my ass. I was so wet, so slick. I heard the slurping sounds my body made as it protested when he pulled out, and welcomed him back in. I was gre
edy, so very greedy. I wanted him buried in me, and I never wanted to let go.
Each hard stroke punched me into my core. I whimpered. I moaned. I drowned in pleasure. I pushed my hips up and begged for more. His hands held my hips down. His eyes locked on mine. “Tia,” he growled.
“Liam,” I breathed.
I knew this man. He’d been my friend for the last year. I’d seen a glimpse of this side when he’d spanked me and fucked me the other night, but tonight, I saw it more clearly. Tonight, he’d owned my body effortlessly. He owned my heart and he owned my soul.
I threw back my head and surrendered to the pleasure. I heard the slap of his body pounding into mine, and I felt the reverberations in the throbbing of my nipples, in my clitoris, in the beat of my heart. In that moment, I dropped my walls, every single one of them, and I let all the emotion I felt show in my eyes. I loved Liam. I let it shine through in my gaze.
He kissed me. All evening, his kisses had been gentle, but he wasn’t gentle now. His mouth claimed me. His fingers danced on my clitoris. His dick slammed into my body.
“I’m coming,” I breathed.
“Ask permission.” It was an order by my Dominant.
“Sir,” I moaned. “May I come? Please?”
He contemplated. His cock never let up on the pounding it was giving my willing, needy, dripping pussy. “Please,” I begged again.
His fingers pushed harder on my clitoris, moved faster. I whimpered. I couldn’t hold back, but I really wanted to make Liam proud of me. “Sir,” I moaned. I could hear the jagged desperation in my voice, the almost complete unravelling.
“Come.”
And that was it. With his permission, I shattered.
Through a haze, I heard him groan. “Rabbit, I can feel every muscle quiver in your body,” he growled. I felt him pound into me, harder, faster, grabbing me firmly by the hips and holding me tight as he climaxed as well. I felt him pull out, and I whimpered in protest, but he didn’t go far. He removed the condom, tied it off and tossed it in the trashcan by the side of the bed, then he came and lay down next to me, pulling me into his arms.
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