by L. DuBois
She was in subspace.
He blinked.
She hadn’t been kidding when she said she preferred impact play. He’d never had a sub find her subspace so quickly and from a spanking alone. Usually there was a spanking, some crying, and then, in whatever element followed the spanking/crying combo, the sub could sink into themselves and the scene.
Alexandre ran his left palm over her ass, feeling the temperature difference between spanked and virgin skin.
“Check in with me,” he murmured.
“Green,” she breathed.
She was using the stoplight method, which he’d said he preferred, so that meant she wasn’t so far gone that she’d forgotten the rules of their play, or who he was.
He plucked the gloves off her back and put the right one on.
He made a fist, feeling the constriction and pressure of the real leather. He looked from his hand to her ass. Some dark part of him wanted to spank her until she was crying, until she was begging him to stop and her ass wasn’t just warm, but hot and painfully red.
He checked the urge, fighting down that base part of his nature. He wouldn’t do that. It wasn’t who he was as a Dom.
But he was going to spank this woman good. He was going to make sure she felt it the next time he let her sit down.
And then he was going to do what he’d originally planned. He was going to force ice cubes into her ass as punishment.
The gentle heat from the spanking was spreading through her, permeating her body and mind. This is what she wanted, what she needed.
Smack.
To be bent over and spanked, punished, and controlled.
Smack. Pain. Heat. Delicious wonderful sensations.
“Check in with me,” he demanded.
“Green.” She wanted to say extra green—that she was more than okay with what was happening. She was reveling.
She waited, but he didn’t spank her again. Her ass felt warm and slightly abused, but she wanted more. This position—head down, ass up—made her long for punishment. She wished she was better at playing the sassy brat, which seemed like the perfect persona for this position, but she couldn’t be anything other than what she was. Not when she was in subspace like this.
In a way, the fact that she had to be honest when she was subbing was the most dangerous part about the whole thing. Honesty, true honesty about herself, her wants, her needs, was always hard to face.
He wasn’t an impact play Dom, at least not in the way Master Leo was, but something about Master Raine’s careful attention got to her. She felt more emotionally invested in this scene than she normally was. Not that her normal scenes weren’t emotional.
She wished he’d get back to the spanking. Stop giving her so much time to think.
As if he could hear her thoughts, he started spanking her again. This time it was more of a thud than a sting, though she could tell from the feel it was still his hand, not a paddle. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation.
Whack.
Pain and heat and pleasure flared through her left ass cheek. That one had been low, near the sit spot, and it hurt enough to make her moan a little on the exhale.
Another smack, another flare of sweet pain.
“Gloves,” she breathed. “You’re wearing the gloves.”
His hand rubbed in firm circles over her well-spanked ass. “You can tell the difference.”
It wasn’t a question, but she replied. “Yes.”
“If I got a paddle, but didn’t show it to you, would you be able to tell me what it was?”
“I could probably tell you how long it was and what kind of wood.”
Another of those delicious chuckles.
She was enjoying their banter and, oddly, she wasn’t falling out of subspace during it. She wasn’t lost inside her own head the way she was in the middle of a good whipping, but she was still feeling that deep calm, a sort of heavy weight in her belly, that was her most submissive state of mind.
His hand made another circuit of her ass, rubbing and caressing the deliciously abused flesh. “You have a lovely ass.”
“Thank you.”
He placed a hand on each cheek and spread her open. She could feel the difference between his gloved right and bare left hands. As he forced her ass to spread, exposing her, she closed her eyes in quiet anticipation.
His gloved thumb prodded her anus. She clenched in reaction.
“This is going to be the focus of your punishment.”
“You’re going to crop me there?”
“No, I have something else in mind.” He released her ass, and the next thing she heard was the rattle of the ice bucket.
“Oh. Oh!” She lifted her head, twisting to look back at him.
Master Raine held a single ice cube in his gloved right hand. He examined it, then rubbed one edge against her butt cheek, apparently smoothing it out. She shivered, her nipples tightening where they were squashed against the table.
He lifted the ice, checked it, then glanced at her. “Head down and relax. Do you know how to take things in the ass?”
“Yes, I do.” She settled into position, breathing slowly.
“I suspect this will be harder than normal, as your body will instinctively clench because it’s cold.”
He separated her ass, his left thumb and index finger digging into her spanked flesh as he exposed her rear entrance.
A single drop of icy water hit the crack of her ass and slid down. When it touched her anus, she clenched.
“Relax,” he commanded.
The hard, cold tip of the ice cube rubbed over her anus and, despite his command, she clenched against it. She tried not to, but as he’d warned it was an involuntary response, and he was right.
The ice cube centered and then pushed in. She was clenching against it, and it hurt. She let out a little yip of pain, but he didn’t stop. She danced up onto her toes, but he moved with her.
“The ice is going into your ass. This is your punishment.”
Five. He said five, and now she was terribly certain that meant five ice cubes inside her.
She tried to relax, but the ice felt so hard and cold that every time she tried, her muscles spasmed and tightened once more. The tip of the ice cube slid in during one of the relaxed moments, and the shock of the cold made it even harder to accept.
Master Raine didn’t wait for her to work it out on her own. He added pressure, forcing her body to yield. Her anus opened for him, the muscle clenching tight on the ice as it pushed into her. She could feel the shape of it, the two edges on the flat side of the crescent. She knew it wasn’t sharp, had felt him smooth it out, yet it was so unlike the round plugs or even a cock that it scared her a little. It felt awkward and angled and so very cold.
More pressure, and it slid in deeper. It hurt going in.
It was partially her fault for not relaxing. When taking something in the ass, it was always best to push against it; that helped the item glide in.
She felt like an anal virgin, not knowing what to do, though in this case, the new and foreign nature of the object being pushed into her was the cause of her ignorant reaction.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Good.”
Something deep inside her gasped in delight at his cruelty. He was hurting her and he liked it. He was hurting her in new and interesting ways, and she wanted more, more, more.
The ice cube slid all the way in, her anus closing tight. Gooseflesh rose along her arms and back.
“You relaxed at the end. Is it because you like the pain?”
“I like that you want to hurt me,” she whispered. Despite her subspace state of mind, she winced. “I know that sounds bad, I don’t want you to beat me. Wait, I do, but I...”
She stumbled to an awkward halt. She didn’t normally talk during scenes, and this was why. She sounded insane.
“Take a breath.” He released her ass and ran a soothing hand along the outside of he
r thigh, hip, and then across her lower back. He used a firm pressure, making her aware of his size and strength.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” His comforting murmur accompanied his soothing petting. “You’re a masochist, and that’s acceptable. You like to be topped by a sadist. I’m not normally one, but you inspire me.”
Now he was using both hands, and it felt like he’d stripped off the glove. His hands ran over her in tandem. He pressed his hips against her bottom and leaned into her, running his hands up to her shoulders.
“You’re submitting to me. You trust me to take care of you and hurt you the way you need. It’s what we both want.”
His thumbs pressed against the base of her skull and she whimpered in pleasure.
Then his hands were trailing down her spine. When he reached her lower back he pressed down, forcing her to arch. That, in turn, pressed her ass against his crotch. She could feel the hard, hot ridge of his cock. She tried to wiggle against him, to entice him to slide his cock into her, but she couldn’t move. He was holding her, controlling her, too tightly for that.
Then his hands were back on her ass, and he started spanking her again. It was harder than before, and her sensitized skin made each swat a sharp, stinging pain.
Just when she relaxed into the familiarity of being spanked, he stopped. There was the crackle of ice, and he was forcing her ass open once more. The second ice cube pressed against her puckered hole and then in. She couldn’t stop herself from clenching against it, but this time it went in faster. She felt the hard edges of the tip, then it was spreading her open, the ice unyielding, his command and control of her body nearly absolute. Her anus burned with cold fire and then it was in.
Pleasure thrummed through her—the origin her anus. People who didn’t enjoy or even try anal play didn’t realize how delicious it could be. They didn’t realize how many nerve endings there were, or how good it felt to be spread open.
Chastity sighed and let her eyes drift closed.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
The praise was as welcome and wonderful as his desire to hurt her had been.
“You’ll take the third one now.”
This time she didn’t tense when he pressed the ice against her. She was able to stay relaxed.
Until he changed tactics and shoved the whole thing into her with one hard thrust.
She shrieked and danced up on her toes. Her anus spasmed and pulsed from the suddenness of the insertion.
“Heels down,” he commanded.
She dropped down, and as she did, she felt the ice clink together inside her. “Oh!”
“Tell me.”
“It’s… I can feel them.”
Master Raine reached under her and palpated her belly. “Good. We’ll give them a bit of time to melt. I don’t want you to cramp up. This will, in effect, be an enema as well as ice play.”
“What are we going to do in the meantime?” She put as much innocence into the words as a woman with an ass full of ice cubes and a well-spanked butt could muster.
“I’ll just have to think of something.”
There was the rush of moving air, then a pop. It took a moment for her brain to register the feeling. It was sharper than the spanks, and it left burning points of pain on her butt. She sucked in air between her teeth.
Another pop, this time on the other cheek.
She wanted to ask what he was doing, but after she’d bragged she’d be able to tell what kind of wood a paddle was made out of she couldn’t ask or look.
Another swat, this one harder, and she wiggled her hips, almost dancing in place until the small, hot patch of skin cooled, the sting becoming an ache. It had been harder, and had made a different sound. Instead of a pop, it had been more of a crack, almost like a crop.
“Gloves,” she gasped. “You’re using the gloves.”
“You are good at this.”
The leather slapped against her ass, and she realized the fingers of the gloves were acting almost like short tails of a flogger. While spanking caused a deep heat, this was a surface burn against already sensitive skin.
She whimpered in pleasure as he picked up his pace, covering her already spanked skin with the stinging strike of the gloves.
“Spread your legs a bit, Chastity.”
Deep in subspace she obeyed, stepping wide.
He brought the gloves up between her legs, slapping her pussy.
He was careful, hitting the top of her vulva where there was soft, fatty flesh to absorb the strike. Even with that, the impact sounded wet. Once she heard that, she realized how wet she was—her inner thighs were coated, and when she shifted side to side, her labia glided against one another easily.
“Two more ice cubes,” he told her. “Close your legs. Arch your back.”
She obeyed, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to remain spread, wanted to tempt him to touch her pussy, to play with her and dominate her in that way.
“Let go of the table and reach back with that hand. I want you to help hold yourself open for me.”
She stretched her right arm back, her left still braced under her cheek. He took her wrist, and helped her grab her ass. When she didn’t do it hard enough, didn’t expose herself enough, he moved her fingers and hand, forcing her to pull her ass cheek so far to the side that her anus felt like it was opening just from that.
Then he grabbed the other globe of her butt, forcing her body to spread even more.
She was vulnerable and slightly uncomfortable. Her butt was sore, her pussy thrumming with arousal in a distracting way, and she felt intensely vulnerable spread open like this.
The fourth ice cube pressed against her. Cold and hard, she couldn’t stop the shiver that shook her.
“Maybe I won’t stop at five.” He practically growled the words. “Maybe five is your punishment, and after that I keep fucking your tight ass with the ice cubes, packing you full, just because I want to.”
She tensed with both anticipation and arousal. Her ass clenched against the cold, but it didn’t matter. Master Raine forced the ice into her with one hard shove. She shrieked and lost her grip on her butt cheek.
“Cold, cold,” she gasped.
“Again.” He grabbed her arm, forcing her hand back to her own bottom and pressing her fingers against her spank-warmed skin. She pulled hard, exposing herself. She heard him grunt in satisfaction, and that only increased her arousal.
The final piece of ice rubbed up and down the crease of her butt, above her anus. It left her shivering and achy as her flesh prickled in reaction and cold water ran over her puckered flesh, then further south where it mingled with the hot arousal that coated her pussy. She wondered if there was steam rising off her, where cold water met hot, needy flesh.
The ice rubbed against her rosette, an almost gentle teasing. She expected him to shove it in, to force her to accept it with the same brutality he’d used twice before. Instead he was slow, almost tender, and he worked it into her. Just the tip at first, a gentle, pleasant pressure. Though it was no less cold than the other ice cubes, she was used to it, and able to keep herself from clenching.
“Well done. I’m going to hold it here, at the widest part. I want you to stay still. It’s slippery, so if you move too much it might slide in before I want it to.”
“Yes, Master Raine.” She used his name to acknowledge his power, his command. She hadn’t forgotten that she’d instinctively used “Sir” when addressing him—something she didn’t take lightly—but there hadn’t been time to reflect on that.
He pressed, and for a moment there was resistance before the intruder entered her further, her rear entrance forced to open around it.
“Be still,” he reminded.
Chastity tried to take short shallow breaths, tried to keep herself calm. She managed, but just barely. The cold was starting to burn, and having her ass held open this way made it hard to think about anything else. It was one of the reasons she liked plugs—when wearing a pl
ug, it was almost impossible to ignore it. And if the plug was placed there by a Dom, the constant reminder of the power exchange made it easier to submit.
She’d never had a plug of ice, or even a metal one that had been deliberately chilled, used on her. The pleasure of being stretched combined with the pain from the cold burn was pushing all her sub buttons.
She was looking out at nothing—the light around her meant she couldn’t see into the shadows beyond. It was as if they were in their own little world—the only things that existed were what was in the light. Her, Master Raine, the table, and the ice. Nothing else mattered. She could stay here, in this world of mingled pleasure and pain, forever.
“Well done,” he praised.
Then the ice cube entered her ass, clicking against the other one.
Chastity moaned in delight and for a delicious moment, she thought she’d come. She tensed from the surprise of it, but she didn’t tip over that precipice all women knew, the peak where the pleasure started, and once you’d toppled over into the chasm on the other side, there was nothing you could do to stop the orgasm from taking you.
“Up,” he demanded.
It didn’t escape her that he was down to one and two word sentences. It sounded like he was in the same place she was, wild and almost primal with need.
She rose, a bit stiff from holding the position for so long. He stayed close enough to her that her naked back was against his chest and she couldn’t turn around. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, and she felt the ice clink together inside her. It was odd and sexy at the same time.
“Sex,” he growled. “You said yes to sexual stuff.” His cock pressed against her ass.
Chastity nodded while thinking “Oh yes please, please.”
He stepped away, leaving her alone and missing his heat.
“On your knees.”
Chapter 6
Chastity turned away from the table, his command ringing in her ears, her nipples tightened in response to the order. She expected to see him, but he wasn’t behind her. He was somewhere in the shadows beyond the light, and she’d had her eyes closed recently enough that they hadn’t adjusted yet.
