by Marlee Wray
“Yes, Sir,” she said, scrambling into position, her heart thundering with excitement. She stole a glance at him. He looked dangerous and gorgeous. She had to tear her gaze away when he ordered her to put her forehead on her hands, nose against the bed.
“From now until the scene is over, I talk, you obey. Got it?”
“Yes,” she said with a slight tremor. She thought she might come before he even touched between her legs. Was that possible? To have an orgasm from listening to a rough voice?
“If you get scared—”
“I’m not scared. I’m excited,” she blurted.
A heavy palm landed so hard on her ass that it knocked her forward. She gasped, but immediately got back into position, pushing her bottom up.
“Sorry, I—”
“Stop talking,” he ordered.
Her body vibrated with anticipation. She could feel the throb of where he’d struck her. It was delicious. She pressed her lips together and swallowed the urge to say anything else. She didn’t want to do anything that would keep him from doing more things to her.
“You’ve got nothing to say unless I ask you a question.”
His voice, so tough and uncompromising, was making her desperate for him. She pressed her thighs together, feeling the moisture between the petals of her sex. She wanted him and all he would do. She wanted it so, so badly.
“The only word in your vocabulary that counts is your safeword. Got me?”
She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
“You can use it anytime. Even before we really get started.” A finger pressed against the slightly tender spot on her ass. “What do you say, kitten? Wanna stop now?”
“No!”
“Good girl.” He pulled in a slow breath and exhaled. “Brace yourself. You’re going to feel this.”
She clutched the bedspread and pressed her forehead against her knuckles.
His hand came down like a battering ram. It rocked her forward, and she let out a little sound, a kind of throaty whimper.
Two more walloping spanks followed. Then two more.
Her head swam, the pain like the most powerful aphrodisiac imaginable.
He paused and bit her, sinking his teeth in and sucking her sore flesh into his mouth. She squirmed and groaned.
He released her, then licked her skin and the top of the crease between her globes.
She pushed back, raising her bottom, offering him anything he wanted.
His tongue dipped low and licked between her pussy lips. She moaned, but he stepped back.
“I’ll give it to you if you earn it,” he said.
She wanted to plead and beg, but she didn’t want to disobey the rules.
When the next blow landed, it vibrated through her, and she felt it everywhere.
* * *
The spanking was long and much, much more thorough than any she’d had before. She had to squeeze her eyes closed to keep from crying.
When he sank his teeth into her scalding ass, she couldn’t keep herself from screaming and kicking her feet. The bite hadn’t been hard, but it was so intense when every nerve was on fire. He pushed her onto her side and crawled on the bed behind her.
“We’re not done,” he said, his tone a mix of threat and promise. He put his hand between her legs, while pushing his pelvis against her punished ass. “Need a rest? Or something else?”
“Something else,” she said through her tears.
His fingers slid into her, where she was soaked and aching for him. He pressed his palm against her clit and rubbed. It was such a rush after the pain and the spirals of adrenaline.
“My cock wants inside you. I want to nail you to the bed.”
She shuddered, desperate for that. She pushed back against him, even though her ass was so sore. She wanted him to claim her in every way. The way he’d dominated and punished her, nothing had ever felt so good, not in her darkest, dirtiest fantasies. He was real. And he was in control of what happened to her. He could do anything he wanted, and he was.
An orgasm rocked her world. It was hard to catch her breath.
“You can come on my fingers that fast? You’re not all sweet little kitten, are you?”
She sniffed and shook her head.
“You want me to drag you into a dark alley?” he murmured, still stroking her. “And force you down to your hands and knees?”
She groaned, pushing back against his hard body. “Please,” she rasped, unable to stop herself.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. He kissed her, biting her lip at the end till she whimpered.
“Yeah, I feel you grinding against me.”
She reached back for his cock, but he pulled her hand away and pinned it against her lower back. That made her arch and ache harder for him.
“You know better. Seems like you can’t control yourself. Am I gonna have to tie you down?”
“Maybe,” she whispered, her heart hammering. She was scared and excited and a million other things at once. The only thing she knew was that she couldn’t bear for him to stop being the way he was. Not yet.
Chapter Eight
She was so fucking beautiful, and all he’d wanted to do was mess her up.
Rory had restrained her face down in metal-studded cuffs. He’d spanked her hard and then had slapped her ass and thighs with a belt until she was crying into his sheets and leaving mascara smudges.
He’d pinched and bitten her, then kissed and licked her until the throbbing pain eased, only to start again. Her sleek hair was sweat-dampened and tangled, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
Old Nine Inch Nails played on the surround sound as he rolled the condom on. She was slippery and wet. Definitely ready for someone to fuck her, but not necessarily him because he was hung like a fucking bull and she’d confessed that it had been over a year since she’d been with anyone.
There was an asshole out there who was going to pay for that, but that was work for another night.
Rory stroked his cock. He was proud of his size, but it didn’t always work out for sex. He’d run across some girls who were shallow, so he couldn’t get all the way inside. And there was one who was literally too tight. He’d have torn her apart if he’d forced his way in, so she’d taken a pass. He didn’t blame her.
He’d had his fingers deep inside Kate in the past hour. It was good that she was tall and not tiny. She was tight though from not being stretched in so long. He had the cure for that.
Looking at her red, swollen ass made his balls ache. Without question, there would be bruises. He released the ankle cuffs from the chains and repositioned her legs with her knees bent and hips flexed. He picked up the little vibrator wand and buzzed her clit until she started to whimper and beg. He put a ball gag into her mouth and tightened the straps, her panting coming through a sniffling nose.
He put a toy that squeaked into her hand and told her to squeeze it in place of a safeword. Then he knelt between her legs and probed with his cock. He pushed past the entrance and forced his way deep. Her groans were lost under his own. God, it felt great to be inside her. The heat from her ass warmed his skin, and his cock was sheathed in a tight little furnace.
He stroked in and out. She made muffled noises that were somewhere between pain and arousal. He started slow, but then fucked her hard because he couldn’t help himself. She was so gorgeous and unbelievable. He wanted to own every inch of her.
A lot of women couldn’t have handled a scene like this. Long before he’d gotten this far, safewords would’ve popped like champagne corks from other mouths not nearly as soft and swollen from kissing as hers were. But his girl took it. It was an insane rush. And when he came he felt it all the way to base of his spine and through his entire lower body.
When he could think straight again, he pulled her folded legs out and lowered himself, letting his weight settle on her for a few moments, pressing her into the mattress while he rested.
He recovered and rolled off her, freeing he
r from everything. He tossed the cuffs and gag from the bed. She was shaking and exhausted, crying weakly.
“I hate you,” she mumbled.
“My poor baby,” he said, pulling her against him and rubbing her back. “You’re all right.”
“I’m not. I hate you.”
“Yeah?” he asked, sliding a hand down to rub her lower back. Should he have gone easier? She hadn’t used her safeword earlier or squeezed the toy to stop him. He’d felt her spasm around him when she came. Was she just overwhelmed and confused? The night had been intense, and she was new to this life. “Do you hate me?”
“I don’t know,” she said weakly.
He shifted, reaching for the blanket.
“Don’t,” she said, clutching him. “Don’t let me go.” There was a slight edge of panic.
It immediately roused his protective side and eased his mind. She wanted and needed him.
He put both arms back around her, tightening his grip. “I’m not letting you go ever. You’re mine.” Then a shade harsher, when she wriggled and hissed at the pain, he said, “Be still, kitten. Go to sleep.”
She responded instantly to his tone, settling again. “I’m so tired.”
“I know, baby. I was rough. You need to rest. Go to sleep now.”
When her breathing was an even rhythm, he sat up to snap the edge of the duvet so that it completely covered her. Then he settled back and closed his eyes.
Chapter Nine
In the morning, Kate woke, still tired, to the smell of food. She made the mistake of rolling over, but it hurt too much, so she immediately flipped back onto her stomach. This was real life. The real morning after. He’d spanked her incredibly hard and then whipped her with a belt for so much longer than she’d ever expected. It had been wonderful at first, then too much to take, then incredible again. She’d been desperate to stop him, but also desperate not to. She’d never felt that way before. She’d felt like she was on the brink of breaking so many times. She’d screamed so loudly. She couldn’t remember how many times.
Master Rory wore black boxer briefs when he came into the room carrying a tray with scrambled eggs and toast with jam. And milk and Motrin. It kind of thrilled her that he’d done this for her, but she also remembered exactly why and was filled with self-doubt. She wasn’t sure she was ready to be with someone like him. He’d pushed her so far, and it had only been their first time together. How much farther might he expect her to go? She couldn’t have taken more than she had. She hadn’t even been able to take that much. It was a little humiliating considering how she’d been pushing for it.
“I don’t think I’m hungry,” she said with a little catch in her voice, wishing she’d gone home during the night.
He kissed her between the shoulder blades. “Doesn’t matter. You’re gonna eat. Swallow the Motrin first.”
“Three pills is too many,” she said, staring at them. “I never take three.” She pushed one aside.
He said nothing, but stood there like an orderly in an asylum and waited. She finally propped herself up and swallowed two of them. She drank half the milk. She was really thirsty. Probably dehydrated from all that crying. Embarrassment swamped her again as she remembered the way she’d sobbed.
She ate a few bites of eggs and toast, not looking at him. “I’m sorry I wasn’t very good at it. You were right.”
“What are you talking about?” he said, and she heard an edge to his voice that seemed impatient and hard.
It made her cringe. She couldn’t face him.
“Thank you for breakfast,” she whispered, setting down the fork. She winced as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
“Where do you think you’re headed?” he asked.
“To get dressed. Go home and school,” she murmured, though she couldn’t imagine going to classes.
“No, you’re not.”
She stood up, partly because she couldn’t sit.
He moved to block her way. “I said no.”
She finally looked up at him. “I don’t understand.”
“Can you sit in a lecture hall today, kitten?”
She grimaced at both that thought and at his calling her kitten. She was not a kitten and couldn’t be. At least not his. And that kind of broke her heart.
“Probably not. But I can go home to lie in my own bed.”
“No.”
She stamped her foot. “Why do you keep saying ‘no’? What do you expect me to do? I’m so sore.”
“I know you’re sore. I hurt you.”
“You did. So much,” she said, biting her lip. “I want to go home so I can lie down and be by myself and not have to try to do anything.”
“And go all day without eating? Without anyone to talk to?”
“I don’t want to talk to anyone. I want to be alone. Away from everybody. Including you,” she whispered fiercely.
He smiled. “I don’t blame you.”
“I’m really mad.”
“I know. Why is that?”
“Because I’m such an idiot,” she said, tears filling her eyes.
“Unlikely.”
“I was so excited and so crazy about you. You warned me I had no idea what I was in for. I was so sure I could take it because I wanted to. So badly! But I couldn’t. All those other girls at the club and that you’ve been with before… I’m a disappointment and I hate that. I hate it so much,” she said, her voice cracking.
“Are you kidding?” he asked. “You’re not. Christ,” he said, hugging her to him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You think anyone ever lets me go that far? Ever? You say you couldn’t take it, but you did. You did take everything.”
She pulled back. “But I didn’t enjoy the whipping. Not at the end.”
“Why didn’t you stop me?”
“I thought you’d stop yourself.”
“And I did,” Rory said pointedly. “Listen, you have a safeword.”
“It wasn’t a safeword thing.”
“What kind of thing was it, kitten?”
“Stop calling me that!”
His brows rose. “Watch your mouth. And tell me why I should stop calling you that.”
“It’s not what I thought. I just can’t—I’m not… I don’t think I can do it.”
“That’s bullshit. Lie back down until the Motrin kicks in.”
“Am I a prisoner?”
“Not unless you try to leave,” he said, the edges of his mouth curving up.
She was hurt and confused, and it made her feel self-conscious to have him look at her and be so close. She needed to escape. She didn’t care what he said; she knew she was a disappointment. Her butt and thighs ached so much, especially when she moved. She couldn’t interact. She wanted to hide. “If I use my safeword, can I go?”
He paused to think it over, looking amused. It was too much.
She smacked her hands against his chest, trying to push him. “You have to let me go if I use that word. It’s not fair.”
“House arrest isn’t really a safeword kind of thing,” he joked.
“I’m serious now,” she said, glaring at him.
His expression turned deadly serious in an instant. “So use it. And I will take you home.”
She took a step back. “I just want to go home,” she said in a soft voice. She didn’t have it in her to defy him if it made him angry. She hated the idea that she might not see him again.
“Then you know what to do,” he said, arms folded across his massive chest.
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. After several moments of tense silence she admitted, “I’m afraid to use that word.”
“You should be,” he said, not giving an inch.
“Can I take a bath?”
“Yeah, of course.” He pointed. “Don’t lock the door.”
“Why not?”
He rubbed his eyes. “You’re really testing my patience.”
“You could have let me go home,” she whispered, t
hen winced, knowing she shouldn’t have said it.
“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered softly, shaking his head. “Go take a bath, kitten.”
* * *
He’d gone too far. He should’ve realized it at the time, but he’d gotten caught up in the moment. He’d wanted to push her to the edge to see what she could take. He’d wanted her to feel how powerful he was, how completely he could dominate her. But he’d unleashed a lot on her, especially for it being her first time with him. He should’ve held back. The first night should’ve been a complete rush for both of them. He knew she was in awe of him. That she’d wanted to please him. He realized that meant she probably hadn’t stopped him when she should’ve. He was used to playing with more experienced subs, but he’d been with innocent ones like Kate, too. There’d never been a problem, but he wasn’t usually so into the girl. And they didn’t usually raise their asses for more when he hit them so hard. They either stopped him or tried to tuck their tails and escape the force of the blows. She’d taken the early stuff like she loved it. Later, she’d clenched and screamed, but there wasn’t a girl alive who wouldn’t have by then.
He thought he knew what had driven him. She’d seemed to crave his darkness, like she’d been waiting for so long to feel it. The same way he’d been waiting for someone who could handle how raw he could get. It had been amazing, especially since she was so fucking gorgeous. He’d wanted to devour her. He was the Big Bad Wolf, and she was his Little Red Riding Hood.
In the morning light though, the aftermath made her body hurt and she was trying to retreat and regain control. But that taste of having complete power over her left him wanting more. That what’s had them locked in battle now. He hadn’t thought she’d be better off at home, but maybe she would’ve been. By now, it no longer mattered. She’d challenged his authority over her, and she would either play the only card she had or she would fold.
Thank God she’d folded at the last standoff. The last thing in the world he wanted was to lose her for real. He had no idea why, but he could not get enough of this girl.
