Distracted as she was with her own desire to come, she was caught unprepared by the first contact of the leather against her tender inner thigh. She yelped, but this only spurred on her lover who hit the other thigh just as hard.
For several minutes, the only sound in the room was the smack of the crop against her flesh and her labored breathing and cries. Her thighs were on fire, matched only by the heat in her pussy. If she could have gotten free at that moment, she would have leaped up and grabbed Andrew, pulling him onto her and forcing him to fuck her. Or at the very least, she would have rubbed herself to a quick climax.
But as the whipping went on, Ashley passed from that initial arousal into a sweaty focus on the crop. The burning in her thighs now outweighed the pleasure in her sex and she began to moan and cry out. “Stop,” she begged. “Stop, I can’t do it anymore. Stop!”
It was as if she hadn’t spoken. Andrew continued to whip her, covering her thighs with little red marks until her skin was cherry red and she screamed with each new stroke. Finally, he dropped the crop and knelt between her legs, kissing the hot skin with delicate butterfly kisses as his fingers found her slit and massaged the slick wetness over the distended folds.
In only a few moments, Ashley found herself rushing headlong into an intense orgasm as his fingers danced skillfully across her sex. When he bent down to lick the engorged folds, she screamed and bucked in her restraints, almost passing out from pleasure.
She lay panting, waiting for him to release her. Andrew stood just behind her head and pulled off his clothing. His cock sprang to attention just in her line of vision. Deftly he released the ropes that held her torso, but he left her legs extended and bound. He climbed up behind her on the desk, lifting her upper body so he sat behind her, pulling her back against his warm, strong body. She could feel his hard cock sandwiched between them. Reaching around, he unclipped her wrist cuffs from her collar, freeing her arms.
As he wrapped his arms around her, he whispered into her ear, “Look, Ash. Look at yourself. Look how hot you are. How incredibly sexy.”
Ashley focused on the full-length mirror set just beyond the desk. She saw her flushed cheeks and eyes wild and sparkling with lust. She saw her thighs crisscrossed with angry red lines that drew her eye farther up to her spread, bare cunt. Her labia were swollen and dark pink, almost purple on the edges and glistening with the moisture of her arousal and with Andrew’s recently bestowed kisses.
She stared, fascinated. It was almost as if this was some other person—some impossibly hot, sexy woman in some wild porn movie. The man behind her, cradling her breasts in his hands, was this really her Andrew? He was still the same handsome, darling man with his hair falling sweetly over his forehead, but there was a strange look in his eyes—something almost dangerous. Ashley shivered and let her head fall back against him.
Andrew leaned over a little and pulled open the desk drawer. He withdrew something and pressed it into Ashley’s hand. As her fingers curled around it, Ashley realized what it was—a vibrator. It was shaped like a large penis and had a little switch at its base.
Her lover commanded, “Lick it, slave. I want you to use that on yourself now, while I watch. Let’s see how far you’ve really come in your submission. Let’s see you make yourself come for me with that thing.”
A vibrator! Ashley had seen them, of course, and even had pretended to use them for the occasional trick who got off on watching a girl make herself come. But she had never actually been aroused during the process. It was all just part of the game to make her buck and get the guy off as fast as possible.
“Oh, Andrew,” she started to protest, but he stopped her with a finger to her lips.
“I didn’t ask you to speak, my love. Hush now and do as you’re told. Who do you belong to, after all?”
“You, my love,” she whispered, as his cock stiffened even further against her back.
“Then prove it. Do it for me.”
Ashley looked at the dildo. Slowly she brought it to her lips. Hesitantly she licked the tip. It was soft and yielding, and tasted vaguely of plastic. She took it farther into her mouth, wetting it as he had instructed.
In the mirror, she saw herself sucking on the big plastic penis as she sat bound with legs pulled straight up by her chains. What a lewd sight. She saw her lover also watching intently. Instead of being embarrassed as she had expected, Ashley felt a warm surge of desire course through her sex. She realized she wanted to feel this thing—this plastic cock—inside her.
Bringing it down, slowly she touched it to her entrance, which was already slick with her juices. Pressing it in carefully, she moaned a little as it filled her. “I wish it was you,” she murmured.
“It soon will be,” he answered. “I doubt I can hold on much longer. You are so damn gorgeous.”
As she pressed the cock fully into herself, Andrew reached down and covered her hand with his. She felt the vibrator whir into life as he flicked the little switch at its base. The pulsating vibration in her pussy sent shudders of intense pleasure through her. Ashley moaned and pulled the cock in and out of her pussy as if it were a man’s penis fucking her.
It felt so good—so good. She knew she looked like a total slut, fucking herself as she lay in her lover’s arms, but somehow this only made her hotter. In moments, she was ready to come again.
Reaching down, Andrew flicked off the vibrator and withdrew it from Ashley’s pussy over her startled protests. She had been so close. Ignoring her for a moment, he climbed down from behind her, gently resting her head on the quilts.
In a moment, he was in front of the bound woman. Instead of releasing her, he moved close so that his hips were touching her thighs and his cock was poised just where the vibrator had been.
“Oh, yes,” she begged. “Yes!” He plunged in, barely giving her time to adjust to the onslaught of his full erection. She was so wet and so ready that after about thirty seconds Ashley came again, crying out and reaching toward Andrew who pulled her up so he could kiss her mouth as he came deep inside of her.
They spasmed and trembled together for a few moments more until Andrew slumped against her. Ashley wrapped her arms around him, loving the weight of him against her body. After a time, as their hearts slowed and their breathing returned to something closer to normal, Ashley said, “Um, my legs. They’re asleep. Do you think you could let me down?”
Andrew stood and quickly released her ankles from their cuffs, slowly lowering each leg to the desk. He massaged her calves, bringing the blood back to them. After a moment, he helped her to sit up and asked, “Can you walk, darling? Shall I carry you?”
“I can walk, silly,” Ashley answered, though as he helped her stand she swayed and leaned heavily into him. He lifted her easily into his arms and carried her to their bed, where he gently lay her down.
Pulling a soft sheet over her naked body he nestled next to her and whispered, “I love you.”
Ashley didn’t answer. She was fast asleep.
Chapter 11
As they moved slowly down the aisles of the home improvement warehouse, Ashley was keenly aware of her body. Her nipples rubbed against the soft cotton of her tank top and she could feel the swollen lips of her labia as she walked. She wore no panties as Andrew had decreed that morning.
Ever since he had shaved her, Ashley had kept herself smooth for him. She found she loved the way it felt though she couldn’t quite get used to the way it looked. Andrew said he liked it but would probably have her grow a little triangle back over her pussy. “But you’ll always keep the lips smooth because it pleases me. Because you will keep your cunt bare and open for your master to fuck or whip whenever he wants to. Because it’s my cunt, isn’t it, slave?”
She had nodded, blushing, but aroused as always when he spoke to her like this. How different from the abusive snarls Greg had hurled at her. He had thought he owned her, and she had foolishly allowed him to behave as if he had, but the ownership was about coercion and based on fea
r and powerlessness.
How little connection that had to what she and Andrew now shared—a loving exchange of power and an underlying understanding that however crude or shocking Andrew’s words might sound, they were part of the poetry of his dominant control.
“Wow,” she said aloud just after these thoughts passed through her head.
Andrew, who was inspecting some chains for use in their developing BDSM toy arsenal, asked, “Wow what?”
“I just realized I haven’t thought about what’s-his-name in at least a week. Not a single thought. You know, I never thought I’d be free of him. Even though he’s in jail now, I still think I’ve been holding onto some fear that once he gets out he’ll find me. Hunt me down and take me back to where I really belong.”
Andrew dropped the chain he was holding and turned toward Ashley, his face creased in concern. “That will never happen. That isn’t where you belong. It never was. He stole you and you took yourself back again. You know that, don’t you?”
Ashley smiled, smoothing his troubled brow. “Of course I know that, Andrew. That’s what I’m saying. I do know that now. I really do know it. I was just thinking how different what we have is. I mean, it’s weird,” she leaned closer, speaking softly since they were, after all, in a public place. “You’ll say stuff to me, stuff that might seem abusive or sexist if people didn’t understand the D/s headspace we get into. When you call me cunt,” she whispered the word, looking around her suddenly as if someone might have overheard, “it doesn’t upset me like it would when he did it. When you say it, it’s suffused with sex, with lust and most importantly with love.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” Andrew nodded. “I could never explain it to someone outside ‘the lifestyle’ but you put it very well. It isn’t the words per se—it’s the sexual control they imply and most importantly it’s the love underlying it. Now,” he picked up the chain again and rattled it as he grinned. “Quit being so philosophical and help me decide how much chain I need to attach to my latest torture device.”
Ashley laughed and hugged herself. He wouldn’t tell her what he was building, but she knew it was just for her. She wasn’t sure, as usual, if she was more turned on or scared, but in the end it didn’t matter. Every new D/s experience had been more exciting than the last. She would trust her man.
Her eyes wandered over the huge spools of coiled silver metal and neat plastic packages of nylon rope. She saw an image of herself in her mind’s eye, naked and bound to their four-poster bed. She glanced down the aisle wondering if other BDSM couples found their way here for cheap play supplies.
The day was hot and Ashley was dressed in a little denim skirt and a tank top. The cool of the air conditioning in the warehouse after the heat outside made her nipples stand smartly to attention. As they continued to walk down the aisles, Andrew put his arm casually around Ashley. His fingers dropped to her breast and he tweaked a nipple, making her jump and turn into him to hide herself.
“Andrew!” she chided. “This is a public place!”
“There’s no law against touching my girl’s nipple, is there? They’re sticking out, you know. I bet all the guys in this place are dying to do what I just did.” As he spoke, a tall beefy man walked by, his face clearly registering his approval as he gave Ashley a sly once-over.
“It’s not like I’m putting my hand under that little skirt, is it? Only we know you have no panties on that bare, naked cunt of yours. Only we know you’re probably soaking wet right now even though you protest and try to hide against me. Am I right?” Again, he tweaked her nipple, twisting it slightly and wrenching a small moan from her lips.
“Yes,” she whispered, aching now for more.
“Well, if I could, I’d fuck you right here on the floor of this big old warehouse. But since I don’t want us to get arrested, I guess I’ll just have to content myself with waiting outside the little girl’s room while you get yourself off.”
Ashley didn’t respond immediately but as the words sank in she said, “What?”
“You heard me. I want you to go into the bathroom and make yourself come.”
“But Andrew—” she started to protest that it was a public bathroom, that she couldn’t possibly…
“No. No protests. You’ll go into a stall. And guess what? Before we left, I slipped something into your purse. Reach in and check it out.” Ashley opened the large purse that was swinging from her shoulder. Nestled under her checkbook and makeup bag she felt a long slim pouch. Inside of it, she could feel the cock vibrator he had had her use on herself at home.
“Oh, Andrew—”
Putting a finger to her lips he said, “Not a word. Do as you’re told. Go on, little slut. You know you want it.”
And the perverse thing was that she did. Her dark blue eyes wide, she glanced toward the women’s bathroom and back again at her lover. He squeezed her shoulder encouragingly and said, “Go on. I’ll be right here waiting.”
Pushing the bathroom door open, she almost bumped into a rather large woman who brushed past her. With a last glance at Andrew, she entered the restroom. It appeared to be empty. She bent and glanced under the stalls—there were no feet. Feeling a little better, she entered the last stall.
Hiking up the little skirt she was wearing, Ashley perched on the edge of the toilet, sitting so she could touch herself more easily. This was something new and though she was nervous, there was a little thrill of forbidden pleasure in the whole idea of playing with herself while no one knew what she was doing.
Reaching into her bag, she withdrew the vibrator and removed it from its little sack. She held it a moment, wrapping her fingers around it and feeling the slight give of the rubber. Slowly she touched the head of it to her lips as she closed her eyes, pretending it was Andrew’s cock. She licked the phallus to get it ready for what she had been commanded to do. Using her other hand she rubbed herself a moment, pulling the slick wetness onto her clit while suppressing a soft moan.
Taking a deep breath and hoping no one had come into the bathroom, Ashley pressed the large cock-shaped dildo against her entrance. To her surprise, it slid in easily. She was wet and ready from the foreplay of Andrew’s sexy words. It had never occurred to Ashley that a home improvement warehouse could be such an erotic place—but with all its chains, clips and ropes, she realized her subconscious had been working overtime on the possibilities.
Ashley pressed the phallus deeper into her pussy and flicked the switch at the base. It purred into life, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. As she rubbed herself with one hand, she gently eased the vibrator in and out of her wet pussy.
The combination of her fingers, the electric cock and the knowledge that Andrew was waiting outside the door knowing exactly what she was doing in the stall made her come hard and fast. A little squeal of pleasure escaped her lips as she climaxed. Her heart was thudding and it took a minute to compose herself sufficiently to get up, put away her vibrator and smooth her clothes down. Briefly, she considered rinsing it in the sink but decided that might not be the wisest move in a public place. It would have to wait until they got home. She flushed the toilet for good measure just in case anyone had come in.
When Ashley came out of the restroom, Andrew was standing by waiting for her. “Did you come?” he said softly. She nodded, feeling the heat in her face that was making her blush pink. She glanced around, sure somehow that all those customers milling around them knew just what she had been up to.
She was taken aback when Andrew looked at her sternly and said, “Then you’ll have to be punished.”
“What?” Ashley was confused. “But you said to come.”
“You know you aren’t supposed to come unless I’m there to watch,” he reminded her in a patient voice, a slight smile hovering at his mouth.
“But—” Again she began to protest, but he cut her off.
“Hush now, slave girl. You broke a rule. It doesn’t matter if I told you to break it. The fact remains that you did
so, happily. Now you’ll pay the consequences.”
Though part of her felt indignant, Ashley had to suppress a grin. He had trapped her, but of course, it was a delicious dilemma. Because his punishment would also be her pleasure. She knew she could expect a slow sensual spanking while bound and spread on their big four-poster bed. Or maybe a stinging little cropping, her poor ass raised high on pillows, wrists and ankles secured to be followed by delicious lovemaking.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her head down, eyes on the floor, heart racing. Andrew smiled and led her to the checkout line.
“Unload our things. I’ll bring the car around.” Ashley obeyed, wondering if the checkout clerk could somehow tell what she had just been doing. Self-consciously she touched her hair and tucked it behind her ears. She set the items on the counter that would soon be used on her. There was a packet of white nylon rope, several feet of silver chain, two packets of clips and some soft rags bundled together.
She paid for the things and went outside to her lover’s car. As she slid into the passenger seat, Andrew shook his head slightly and said, “Don’t forget your skirt. Just like O.” Reluctantly she lifted her skirt so her bare ass was resting on the hot leather of the seat. Andrew nodded and turned his attention back to the road, his hand idly smoothing the soft skin of her bare thigh.
Once home Andrew said, “Go hop in the shower and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
Ashley obeyed, feeling hot and sticky, and glad for the chance to cool off. When she entered the bedroom, a towel wrapped around her still-damp body, she saw what Andrew had prepared for her. The nylon rope was secured around each of the four posts of the bed with a little loop waiting to be tightened around each wrist and ankle. The chains were draped across the bed in two horizontal lines. The soft rags were tied together and lay waiting on the pillows.
“Let me see you, sexy girl,” Andrew said and she obediently dropped the towel. His eyes moved from her face to her breasts and she could feel her nipples respond, jutting out hard in the cool air. His eyes dropped down, lingering at her pussy and then following the line of one long lean leg. He was wearing only his jean shorts and she could see his erection begin to press against the soft fabric.
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