by Paloma Beck
“I want to be perfect for you,” I spoke my thoughts without realizing I was doing it. “I want to be enough for you.”
“That’s just it. You are enough. You’re perfect to me.” William’s steady voice and his words of encouragement filled me. I was dumbfounded by this man who thought so much of me. I felt it. I felt how much he believed what he said, how much he believed I was perfect.
“I’m perfect,” I said it this time without prompting.
Then I heard one word.
William said, “yes”, before he buried his cock so deep into me, I felt a twinge and cried out. I felt my orgasm build –I recognized the sensations this time- and it was so, so good but William felt it too. He pulled out; slapped the sides of my thighs and the sting centered my thoughts. The pain turned quickly into pleasure and morphed the two sensations together.
“I don’t want you to come until I say. That’ll always be the way.” My mind was spinning and I couldn’t think. I had no control over my body. Desperation settled over me as my muscles clenched for him. I needed him to fill me.
The emptiness made me scream out in nonsensical words – “I want, I want, I want…”
The sensations, the slaps, the strokes of his cock in and out of my wet core were all too much. They were making it impossible to ward off this growing time bomb inside of me. It was nearly unbearable – the tension was coiling. I was going to snap, I was going to snap. Why wouldn’t he let up?
“Please, please,” I cried, tears forming in my eyes again. This time my tears came from fighting the sensations that I felt so close to the surface. I didn’t want to disappoint William but I was weak.
“What do you need?”
“I don’t want to disappoint you. I can’t…”
“Sweet, sweet little elf. You’re doing beautifully. Shall we come together now?”
“Yes. Please, please, please.” I chanted. I offered this benediction as a prayer for release.
William pushed my knees even further apart, spread me wide and slammed into me. The dark look in his eyes terrified me, the ferocity of his clenched jaw and the sharp planes of his face pulled in his own sweet agony. I wanted to look away but I didn’t dare to disobey him. He was my key to this need being fulfilled.
The pressure, the invasion of his thick shaft as he thrust even harder made me frantic. I was so close now and I had his permission. With one more long thrust, I came apart – there’s no other way to describe what happened to me in that moment. I closed my eyes, lights firing under my lids, and flew into pieces. If William weren’t holding me, I might not have landed safely but he was. He held me until I came back to him.
When finally I opened my eyes again, he was watching me with the most appallingly victorious grin on his beautiful face but I knew the truth – I was the victor.
*****
I woke again to the most delicious sensation. This time the room was full of light. There was warm breath on my neck and a warm, naked body covered me. William’s cock was hard, its full length stabbed at my stomach. When I made a move to adjust myself, his hand on my leg stayed me.
“Don’t move. I want you just like this.”
He entered me slowly, eyes locked on mine, hands fastened on my hips to hold them down. William pushed forward slowly –ever so slowly– and I could only wait for my fill. I was held down so completely, there was nowhere for me to go. The pressure inside my core built steadily. He was thick and the slow movements caused feelings of closeness to blossom.
I felt more of William in this position, nearly all of his muscular body against me. I could smell his scent. I wanted, no, I needed more. I lifted my hips as much as possible, just a nudge to find the right spot. William applied more pressure and I rubbed against him.
“Do not move.” His slow but stern command pulled me up short. I closed my eyes to center myself but a pinch to my nipple caused them to open. “And keep your eyes open.”
William bent to take my nipple in his mouth and soothed the sting of his pinch, only to pinch the other and soothe it just the same. Over and over. Each time with more pressure, he toyed with my breasts. I felt the sting of tears just as he released my peaks from his fingers and lapped them with his wet tongue. I pushed against him as the pressure sought to drag me under.
I felt the absence of his lips on my breast before I realized he draped my body over his lap. He moved. Oh God, he carried me across the room without me even feeling the movement. I had been so lost to the sensation.
“You earned a punishment, my little elf. Since it’s your first, it’ll be across my knee so you can be close to me and know you’re safe.” He was now sitting on the chair in the corner of the room but I could only see the floorboards beneath where my hands were rested.
“W-what are you going to do to me?” My voice was high-pitched as I craned my neck around to look for his eyes. In the short time we’d been together, I’d come to rely on his expressions to regulate my own.
“I’m exacting your punishment as we’ve already agreed on.” His hand rubbed along the cheeks of my bottom. And if that wasn’t enough, he wedged his hand between my thighs and wiggled his fingers until he found that small bundle of nerves. “You will not come during a punishment. Remember I told you punishments hurt because they require a lesson.”
Even as he spoke, he was stroking my engorged clit. The blood was rushing to it, causing the little bundle to pulse with need. I was once again embarrassed, knowing he could feel the cream of my pussy as a sign of how his actions turned me on.
William moved his finger faster and faster still; bringing me closer to that place he called orgasm. I called it ecstasy, the release I’d experienced now twice at his hands. I would happily remain forever at his mercy for such ecstasy. Dangling across his lap as I was, I felt dizzy and lightheaded, so close to my edge, moans escaped from my throat and I clenched to hold them back, embarrassed still that this was turning me on. He had just informed me that I’d receive a punishment and yet my body melted into his touch.
“You will follow my every instruction while in bed. I asked you to do just two things. Keep your eyes open and not move. You failed at both.” William’s stern accusation lashed me. I wanted him to be happy with me. It was all that I craved. I wanted that moment we were in before he laid me across his lap.
‘I’m sorry sir,” I whispered against his leg.
“I know but this will be a reminder the next time. Every morning you’re in my bed will begin the same and I ask just those two things. Remind me what they are.” His voice was cold and dredged the regret for my actions from somewhere deep inside me.
“Keep my eyes open, on you and be still, sir,” I squeaked the words out while working diligently to hold back my tears. The swell of both dread and desire were this jumbled mess inside me.
Then everything found its center as his heavy hand struck my bottom. I yelped, more surprised than hurt. It was a sharp strike but not terribly unpleasant and I thought then that this was something I could handle. I was relieved and took a deep breath, holding it as I waited for the next slap.
The second strike came across the opposite cheek and then the third before I’d had a chance to recover. My body was quaking with a sharp pleasure and a gripping, whirling sensation converged in my center. Feelings as I had never known formed a vortex inside me. I moved my arms to get balance, looking for purchase, lost in this moment where escape seemed necessary. Yet even still, my traitorous ass moved towards his palm seeking more.
I felt his large muscular arm across my back holding me in place. I concentrated on his strength and allowed it to filter into me. I felt his hard cock pressing into my belly as he anchored me across his lap with his firm muscular arm. I was completely his in this moment, to do with as he pleased, and I’d never felt freer.
His hand continued to deliver my punishment. His smacks rained down on me. They burned and delighted at the same time. The squeals I once made now sounded more like moans as I began to yearn more earn
estly for more. My pussy was clenching, the bud William called my clit pulsed harder still, and I was defeated. My body was a traitor. I should’ve felt nothing but revulsion and yet I wanted to scream out for more.
“The last five will be stronger. It’ll be more difficult for you now but I know you can be brave, little elf,” William soothed me both by word and by the soft stroking of his hand over my reddened cheeks.
I shuddered at his words, too many emotions raced through my mind to think straight, and then I found comfort in his gentle touches along my back and bottom. I felt myself float before an enormous wave swelled up against me. William’s hand struck my ass with such authority; it pulled me under. I surfaced only to feel the wave again immerse me and pull me under. I lost count but it didn’t seem to matter. I simply floated in this ocean where I was free from everything.
I felt a pull as William sunk his fingers into me. His dark chuckle told me he’d discovered my arousal. Cream dripped along my inner thighs and soaked William’s fingers. I was aroused from my spanking. It made every filthy thought I had about myself ring true. I should repulse him but my reaction seemed to delight him. Though I had these thoughts, they were somewhere just out of reach as if I was still floating in my ocean and watching.
Abruptly he sat me on his lap. Startled by the soreness in my bottom, I jumped but he held onto me by taking my hip in one hand and my chin in the other. “You enjoyed that.” His eyes were shining, large and bright, only to shutter and grow dark. “Little elf, I believe you may have nearly reached sub-space.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” So ashamed, I felt the humiliation to my toes. My body betrayed me. I was everything I hadn’t wanted to be. You will be a heathen reading such dirty things. There’s no helping you now.
William’s laugh was unbelievably loud. It grabbed me from my thoughts and I shuddered. “You are amazing. Don’t apologize for being perfect.” There was no time for my shock to settle in before William lifted me directly onto his shaft. Leaning back with his hands behind his neck, he directed me, “Ride me.”
“I – I don’t know how. I – I don’t know what you mean.”
“Use your legs to move up and down. Your reward for taking your punishment is that you now get to control this fucking.” He placed his hands on my hips and began the motion he wanted for me to maintain. “Slowly for now until you’re accustomed to this new position.”
I continued this same slow movement. With my legs wrapped around his hips, sitting above him, his shaft was deeper inside me than it had been before. I trembled when his cock pushed up against a wall inside me and pulled immediately out. The abrupt sensation caused me to shiver and I rolled my head back, closing my eyes and relaxing. William would have nothing to do with that.
“Look at me. Open your eyes and keep them on mine. Always on mine.” His command was mine to fulfill. I silently lashed myself for already forgetting this simple rule.
“Touch yourself. Stroke your clit lightly.” His command was again mine to fulfill. I knew only that I must follow it. He compelled me to do so. I wanted so much to please him, for him to be pleased by me.
William may have declared me in control but I was no fool. He was controlling me with his words, his eyes, and his touch. Does he know this? Was it only an illusion he wanted to create for me? It didn’t matter to me right now. I’d do anything for this man. I knew this already as if I’d known it for all time, just as I knew that allowing for his control would ultimately benefit me. His control allowed me this freedom I was beginning to feel. Despite my uncertainty, I continued to move towards William and away from my past.
My fingers stroked over my clit, obediently following his directions. When William smiled at me, I knew I’d earned that smile. My pace picked up – my legs brought me up and down faster on his cock. My fingers worked at my clit in quicker strokes. Pleasure started out in small vibrations and built, centering in this nerve center. It was nearly too much to see him watching me pleasure myself.
“Sir, I need to come.”
“You may, little elf. Come all over my cock. And then you will clean me.”
His words were the final incentive I needed. Bowing into his chest, my fingers found purchase in the sweaty hair scattered on his muscular chest as I bent to press my clit against him. I came hard. Surrendering to the sensations, I cried out my release as William loved, vocalizing my pleasure for his pleasure.
In those next moments as my reality returned, my eyes brimmed with tears. I recalled the spanking, my arousal. My embarrassment flamed in my cheeks as I attempted to hide myself from William. I wanted nothing less than to burrow into a hole. Shame flashed through me once more. I couldn’t shake it and I looked everywhere but at William as my body began to cool and my sensibility rebounded.
“No hiding. You aren’t finished yet.” William’s stern voice snapped me to attention. He adjusted me, pulling me up so his cock was released from within me. Then he guided me to sit between his legs. “Clean me with your tongue.”
I moved my eyes from his cock to his face, contemplating what he was asking of me. “But it’s…”
“Who is in charge?”
“You, sir.” I mumbled.
“Then do as I say. Or I might start thinking you like being punished after all.” He paused and we stared at one another before William quirked an eyebrow and continued, “Or perhaps I’ll think you aren’t truly committed to this, to us.” The smirk on his face angered me. Despite knowing he was likely baiting me for a reaction, I also recognized that my struggle amused him.
I refused to fail him. I bent my head to his cock, keeping my eyes on his face even as I took my first taste, my first lick, and shuttered. Different from the first time I took William in my mouth, our juices were now mixed together to create a blend unique to us. William and Aubrey. That simple thought grabbed hold of me as I pulled him fully into my mouth and sucked deeply.
I felt power as his thigh muscles tensed and I heard his deep inhale and groan. Smiling at my small victory, I licked up and down his shaft until the only wetness was my own saliva. Our taste was still on my tongue. I prayed it would stay a long while for me to remember this moment with William, this time when I felt cherished.
“Come to me.” He pulled me up by my arms and cradled me into his chest. His tongue licked at my lips to separate them. “I want to taste us.”
I opened to him as my body trembled with the intimacy of such an act. I shook my head and moaned as his tongue licked over my teeth and tangled with my tongue. He sucked on my tongue and as if they were linked, my nipples turned to hard, sensitive pebbles. Already, I wanted him again. I burrowed in closer into him and my nipples rasped against the hair on his chest. I ground myself into him only to feel him pull away.
“You need a break. And we need to talk about what we’ve done.” William smiled at me but shook his head. “I could so easily be persuaded to stay in this bed with you all day but no, we need to talk first.”
I tried again to burrow myself closer but he would have none of that. I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d talk to him but William surprised me by allowing me quiet time to reflect. He held me, lightly stroking my back and then following the contours of my behind to rub the warmth he created on my ass. I tightened.
“Relax, little elf, just relax,” William coaxed my muscles to loosen as he massaged and stroked. I allowed the silence to engulf me. His strong presence held me as I came back to this place where he was my center and everything was right in my world.
Relaxed in the moment finally, I didn’t want to move when he said, “Up. Let’s shower and I’ll make us breakfast. Then we’ll talk.”
Chapter Eight
He reached to hold my hand.
I admired William’s movements as he made omelets. He was dressed casually in jeans and a black t-shirt. It was the most casual I’d ever seen him once dressed for the day. His commanding presence was still here, even in the kitchen where I’d guessed he didn’t spend much time.<
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“You cook?”
“I’ve lived on my own far too long not to. A thirty-three year old man who can’t cook wouldn’t survive too long.” William answered even as he whisked vegetables into the egg mixture like a trained chef.
“I didn’t know how old you were.” It was awkward but it’s all I could think to say.
“Does that bother you? Since you’re only twenty-four?”
“No. I’d wondered, that’s all, but hadn’t wanted to ask,” I answered honestly.
William paused from his task to look over at me where I sat at the island, “Aubrey, you can ask me any questions you’d like. I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me.”
“Sometimes I can’t.” A blush stole over my cheeks, making it obvious the times I’m referring to.
“Ah, yes, that’s true,” William nodded, “but those times are clear. When it’s casual, everyday life, you’re free to talk all you want. In fact, I like hearing your voice. It wasn’t so long ago that you seemed only to talk when I asked a question.”
“I’m feeling more comfortable,” I acknowledged his observation. I’d noticed it myself – I had been talking more freely with William.
“That makes me happy.”
William turned back to the omelets and left me to observe him in silence. As I watched him at his task, I began to imagine myself touching him. The muscles in his arms tightened and relaxed, his shirt stretched across his back and I was given a delicious view of his backside as he moved about the cooking area.
Soon enough, breakfast was ready and William seated himself at my side. Tugging my stool closer, he placed me between his knees and kissed my nose. With his palm open and facing up, William offered his hand and once I placed both of mine into it, as I knew he wanted, he closed it around mine. His hold was firm but not painfully so. I felt connected to him this way and safe in his hands.
