The Bad Boys of Eden

by Avery Aster

  "Feel free to cry, scream, whimper or beg, sweet Bonnie sub, but under no circumstances may you come until I give my permission."

  Her mouth opened to complain and he clamped a hand over it.

  "The only words I want are a ‘Yes, Sir,’ or a safeword. Anything else and I'll take out my cane." Her eyes widened at the threat. She did not like the cane. Now or ever.

  He laughed and released her mouth.

  "Yes, Sir."

  The first strike landed with a dull thud across her midsection, with some of the strands wrapping around to her side. It didn't hurt at all. He repeated the same easy move several more times across her chest, arms and legs. Her skin began to heat under his warm up and her muscles started to relax. The next hit took her by surprise when the strands slammed across her pussy and several of the knots struck her clit, lancing her with pain.

  "Oh my God, Sir," she cried, but the beating continued as did the pain. This kind of pain melded into pleasure time and time again, until the muscles in her groin were tightening with the need for release. An orgasm was building way too fast and she didn't know how to control it.

  He struck her clit again. "Sir, you're going to make me come," she said, gasping. It wasn't easy to breathe with her heart racing and the blood rushing in her ears.

  "No, Bonnie, you are not. Control it."

  "I can't." Her legs were beginning to shake and her thoughts were turning fuzzy. The quiet strains of the slow music Dex chose were wrapping through her mind as easily as the flogger's strands were winding around her body. Every strike brought more heat to her pussy until all she could think about was the insistent throbbing of her sex.

  Bonnie just wanted to come. No. Even with her mind floating somewhere out in the blue, she wanted more. So much more.

  * * *

  Dex worked the flogger over Bonnie's lush figure again and again. Almost her entire body had turned a lovely shade of red and a crisscross of welts rose across smooth skin. He knew she'd wear them for several days.

  "Your shaved pussy is so gorgeous, my Bonnie sub," he said, pausing to part her labia and slide his fingers through her juices gathered there. “Especially now that I’ve marked it.”

  He wanted nothing more than to devour her in every fucking way. His dick strained against his pants and he longed to free himself and be buried balls deep inside this gorgeous woman. He ran a hand up her thigh and watched her face for a reaction. Nothing. Her eyes were glazed over. She'd left the building a while ago. He tossed the flogger onto the nearby bench and placed both hands on her skin. He savored the fine tremors running underneath his fingers as her body shook.

  "What do you want from me, Bonnie?"

  Her mouth was open and her tongue peeked out as she panted for air. "To come. Please let me come."

  "Just to come? That's all you want?"

  This time, she didn't answer and he didn't know if it was because she couldn't or wouldn't. Her stubbornness was sometimes legendary when it came to her needs. She fought against them so much, it had become second nature. He paused to stand back and observe. Little whimpers and cries fell from her mouth in continuous flow. She pulled against her restraints and canted her hips in his direction. The little vixen didn't need to say the words for him to know exactly what she wanted. She longed to be taken. Her empty cunt drove her crazy.

  He slipped a finger between her lower lips and dragged it from bottom to top, being careful not to touch the exact spot he knew would get her off the fastest. He'd been playing her body for months. Knew every inch as well as he knew his own. Now he too would take more.

  "Beg me, sub."

  Her jaw worked open and closed a few times before the words finally came out. “Please, Sir. God, please. Help me. Don't leave me like this.”

  "You don't trust I can take care of you?" he asked.

  "I do. I—I just can't take it anymore. It hurts."

  "I know the feeling well," he mumbled.

  "What?" she said, panting.

  He loved that sound from her. He reached up and tweaked a nipple between two fingers, twisting it especially hard.

  In slow motion, her body reacted. She thrashed against the restraints, her mouth worked open and closed. Still he kept going until finally she opened her mouth and screamed.

  Dex breathed deep and allowed his eyes to close for a few seconds while he savored her reaction. It wasn't a secret how many submissives he'd been with over the years. He rarely used any more than once, except in the public dungeons. No one ever challenged him or gave him a reason to seek them out again. She had a good time. He had a good time. End of story.

  Until this one.

  Her damn rule about no sex had seemed simple enough. She wasn't even the first who'd asked for his help with a similar limitation. So why was this one driving him crazy? He released her nipple as quickly as he'd grabbed it and watched her face first twist in agony as the blood rushed in and then give way to a sudden rush of warmth. She reacted to pain with exquisite delight. It had surprised them both.

  She was a baby girl. Baby girls hated pain, instead needing a gentle Dom who took complete and total control of their entire lives. Pain was supposed to be a punishment. Except the lines had blurred long ago between them, and he didn't doubt they were both being punished now.

  "Tell me again what you want. Give me the words I want to hear right goddamned now, Bonnie."

  Her eyes flew open at his harsh tone. They weren't completely focused but she understood. He knew she did. Otherwise she would have already asked him to fuck her with a toy. It was her favored method for orgasm. A toy in the pussy, a toy in the ass, his mouth on her clit. He smiled. The emptiness had to be killing her.

  "I told you," she said, growling at him this time.

  He smacked her pussy with the flat of his hand, stinging them both.

  "Oww."

  "I told you I wasn't in the mood for your mouth tonight little girl. Now grow up and tell me the fucking truth."

  She lifted her head and looked at him, tears shining in her eyes. Damn. His dick got harder.

  "You aren't being very nice tonight."

  "Nice wasn't part of our negotiations. Now stop stalling and do what I asked."

  Her head dropped back to the table. "I don't know what you want me to do."

  Dex took two steps away from the table and started to remove his clothes. A few days ago, he had realized that not once in all of their times together had he ever fully undressed. "Look at me," he said.

  Her head turned slowly toward him, her eyes growing big as she saw him draw down his pants and slide them from his legs. He wanted her to see how much he wanted her. Sear it into her memory if that's what it took.

  "You're so beautiful."

  His head jerked up. He hadn't expected that. Between the scars and the almost full body of tattoos, he was as far from beautiful as a man could be.

  Without taking his gaze from hers, he reached into his bag and drew out a condom. She watched, riveted, as he ripped it open and sheathed his cock with the latex. She licked her lips and his body went rigid. Jesus fucking Christ. He stalked forward, his only thought of getting inside her. He not only wanted to make her come, he wanted her to do it on his dick. Between her legs, he grabbed himself and rubbed her wet flesh. She had to comply.

  "Say it, Bonnie. Fucking say it."

  She bit down on her lip and moaned. "I can't," she whined.

  His left hand grabbed her hip and pressed her down onto the table. "Liar. You can and you will. It's time." Poised at her entrance he waited to die from the sheer heat searing his tip. Whether she gave in or not didn't matter, either way he was screwed. And not in a good way.

  "Do you know how long I've waited for this? This sure as hell didn't start when you walked into this room tonight or when you asked for my help." He felt her muscles tense under his hand. "This started that very first night when you climbed onto my cross and your Dom asked me to whip you."

  Dex eased a finger inside her pussy and
twisted his hand so he could rub the bundle of nerves hiding from him. Her eyes fluttered open and closed. "You weren't supposed to like it then were you? Jim wanted you punished and instead you fucking loved my whip. You came so hard you cried. Wailed like a baby in fact." He found the patch he sought and her body tried to buck against his hold. "You fooled him, but not me, Bonnie girl. I tasted those tears of frustration and guilt that night. That's not something a man ever forgets. So that, stubborn sub, is how long I've waited for this."

  The tears shining in her eyes began to fall silently down the sides of her head. As much as he wanted to lick them away he resisted. She had to get this out or she'd never be able to move on. The guilt would eat her alive if she didn’t.

  "Did you ever tell him the truth about that night?"

  She shook her head the tears streaming harder now.

  "And that shames you?"

  Her nostrils flared before her eyes popped open and she screamed at him. "Yes, goddammit. Are you happy now? I didn't want to talk about the past, but you just won't let it go. Now you've ruined this for me. Is that what you wanted?" She renewed her struggles and looked mad enough to spit nails, yet her safeword never came. "I didn't tell him," she said, taking a deep breath. "Because how the hell do you tell your Dom that the greatest pleasure of your life came at the hands of another man?"

  His muscles froze. What did she say? His brain misfired as the implications sank in. As much as she needed this, he wasn't sure how much longer he could stay in control. Not when she said shit like that. She was mad, he was mad and his goddamned dick was on fire. He leaned forward and captured her chin with one hand. "Bonnie, look at me."

  She squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds before opening them as if by his sheer will. The raw emotion staring back at him now threatened to choke him.

  "Say your safeword, Bonnie."

  She went wide-eyed and her mouth dropped open. "What? Why?"

  "If you don't say your safeword, I'm going to fuck you until you pass out, that's why. I fucking need you." With one hand on his cock and the other holding her face he waited and every second that ticked by, he felt like he was being prodded with a hot stick to the spine to just take what he wanted. Permission be damned.

  "Then fuck me, Sir, because I'm not going to use my safeword."

  With his head exploding from her dare, Dex didn't hesitate or check to see if she was ready. That one sentence had burned through the last of his resolve. He had to be inside her now or lose his sanity. This amazing woman, who so often failed at fighting her demons, wasn't giving up. He surged forward and pushed at the shockingly tight channel that didn't want to let him in. "Fucking A, I can—". He eased back and tried again. "How can you be this tight?"

  She sucked in a breath and the previously wild look on her face blanked. What the hell? He stopped pushing and tamped down on the need to force his way in. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her belly and he tried to focus on something besides her clutching cunt.

  "Bonnie," he said, growling. "What the fuck are you not telling me?"

  "It's been a long time since I've had sex and you're a lot bigger than..."

  Fuck. He was screwing this up big time. But he couldn't stop. Her vice tight heat was strangling him and taking his common sense at the same time. He closed his eyes and moaned. It wouldn't kill him to stay just like this a while, except right at that moment she tightened around him and his thoughts snapped. She was shaking all over with hunger blazing in her eyes.

  With her body striped and reddened from the flogger and still tied in a position that gave him access to anything he wanted, their moment had arrived. Do or die.

  "You are so amazing." He reached forward and cupped her breasts. He thumbed and then pinched her nipples until she moaned for him. Damn. Her responsiveness amazed him all over again.

  "You make me want to come when you look at me like that, Sir. It's a little shocking to feel that way."

  Dex groaned. Yep, she was definitely going to kill him. That kind of honesty awed him. Finally, she stopped thinking about the past and appeared as in the present as him. He inched his hips forward and her body accepted the rest of his length without fight. His first shocking thought beyond the incredible heat squeezing him was how much he loved the way she looked when he filled her. Her mouth popped open as she panted for breath. And God her eyes, the pupils were huge and dark with so much lust and need filling them he knew every night when he tried to sleep it was all he'd see.

  "This is going to be rough. We waited so long..." It was his only thought when he felt his control slipping. He wasn't sure she understood just how long he'd waited for her or what it meant to him.

  "Please," she said. "Give me more."

  Her arms were struggling against the cuffs holding her in place and he imagined her little nails shredding his back if they were free. In this position he was as deep as he could possibly go and it still didn't feel like enough.

  "Be careful what you ask for little one." He watched her closely as he pulled back, then shoved deep inside her again. Her body jerked, her tits bounced and her mouth opened on a deep mournful wail.

  This time, his body wasn't going to wait. He immediately jerked back and thrust forward in one continuous movement. Her muscles pulled tight on him with every drag and stroke, making every move even more intense. He leaned forward and grabbed a nipple between his teeth and pulled. This time he got exactly what he wanted. She screamed. The sound was so loud he hoped every damned member in the club heard her.

  Bonnie belonged to him.

  He rose up on his toes and fucked deep inside her again, this time putting all of his weight behind his thrusts. Her body jerked hard on the table, only the ropes keeping her in place each time. How many nights had he fantasized about this very scene? And the reality far surpassed his imagination.

  He let go of the tortured nipple and laved it with his tongue. The deep imprints of his teeth made him even harder. "Seeing your skin marked really turns me on."

  "Me too, Sir," she said, struggling for breath.

  He didn't give her much opportunity to catch it before he surged into her harder than before. Despite the ropes holding her down she still managed to move her hips and meet him thrust for thrust. He loved fucking women but this—this was different.

  This was Bonnie.

  The near constant tremor through her body under his made him ready to give up the fight and come inside her. It was a damned shame they had a condom between them. He'd already marked her as his on the outside from head to toe. Now he wanted to mark her on the inside.

  Dex gritted his teeth against the wild thoughts running through his head. With the near constant cries falling from her beautiful lips and the way her body shook, it was obvious she needed to come and couldn't hold back much longer. Neither could he.

  He grabbed her right shoulder and left hip and pumped harder. Deeper.

  "Oh shit," she cried. "Please, Dex. Oh. My. Please."

  For a few moments, he focused on their bodies. The sound of slick skin slapping against each other in violent thrusts. Grunts alternating with moans. The all-consuming pleasure of being exactly where he was supposed to be.

  "Come for me, Bonnie girl. Come now." Another shift of his hips and he banged against her clit as he slid deeper.

  "Dex. Dex. Oh my God. Dex. Deeeeeeeeex."

  Shit. He was losing his mind. He couldn't stop fucking her as she clenched around him. With the orgasm rolling through her, every muscle in her body tightened and froze taught against his ropes and cuffs. But it was the ear-piercing scream that did him in. He'd never heard a more incredible sound. It was the glorious music of Bonnie truly letting go and she was fucking beautiful this lost in passion. As he watched her in awe, his cock jerked and took him with her whether he wanted to or not.

  Dex bellowed through his orgasm as fire burned from the base of his spine to the top of his head. It felt so fucking good and it hurt all at the same time. Pleasure then pain. Pleasure then pain
. His body had lost control.

  His pulse thundered in his ears and all he could think about was more. It couldn't end yet. He eased free from her tight clasp and quickly discarded the condom. He scanned her flushed face only to find her breathing hard with her eyes closed. While there was a look of peace across her features now, the rest of her would carry his marks for quite some time. Besides the red streaks from her whipping, he saw marks already rising on her hip and shoulder where he'd held her down and fucked her. And the ropes... She had to be getting stiff by now. He returned to her side and began untying the bindings around her legs first.

  He eased one free and rested her foot in the convenient stirrups of the medical table. Dex took his time and massaged her muscles back to life in order to minimize any cramping. By the time he'd worked her second leg free, his body had flared back to life and he was contemplating whether he wanted his dick in her mouth or her ass next. Apparently, when it came to her he was insatiable.

  "Dex?" Her quiet voice drew his attention back to her face. She looked a little nervous now with her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip.

  "Not yet. I need a minute." He had to get his head on straight before she asked. At the end of every scene. She always asked him to hold her close and it wasn't in him to deny her. Nor did he want to. He needed nothing more than to wrap her lush body against his and welcome the comfortable silence they always shared.

  Except tonight. Dammit. He'd changed everything. Part of him wanted to take her home and keep her there. With his thoughts going a mile a minute, he slowly undid the cuffs at Bonnie's wrists and massaged the red abrasions caused by her mindless struggles. They didn't need words to communicate after a scene. When it came to this woman, he only needed to feel her touch or listen to her breathing.

  Dex lifted her from the table and carried her over to the couch. He gingerly set her down, taking care not to bump anything sore before he walked away long enough to gather a cool cloth, a bottle of water and a soft blanket.