by Lila Dubois
He reversed his position and sat up, leaning down to kiss her. It was long, slow and gentle.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured.
Michael disappeared and returned with a glass of water. He lifted her head to help her sip. After he set aside the glass, Michael untied her right ankle and wrist. Lifting her off the bed, the ropes of scarves dangling from her left side, Michael threw back the damp, sweaty comforter, exposing cool sheets, all while Jane leaned bonelessly against him.
Jane climbed on the bed and collapsed. She was exhausted.
Her eyes were nearly closed as he climbed behind her, spooning her. He tugged at the scarves, and Jane expected him to completely untie them, but instead he looped the scarves around her free ankle and wrist, tying her arms and legs together.
“What are you doing?” Jane asked.
“I’m not ready to let you go. Once I let you go, once I untie you, the game ends, and I might never get to play this game with you again.”
“We still have days left…”
“I mean this particular game. I like having you tied up. I’m not ready to stop playing. I’m sorry, Jane, but unless you can fight your way free, you’re still mine.”
Exhausted as she was, Jane shuddered in arousal.
“There will be other games,” she said, “and you’re always in control. What makes this different?”
“I can pretend I own you, that you are my human sex slave.”
The way he said it made Jane wonder if there was a canon of monster fantasies based around female human slaves, like the story about the dragon he’d told.
“Okay,” Jane said.
He kissed her shoulder, his hand smoothing down her side to her ass. Michael’s fingers dipped into the cleft of her ass, then pushed between her legs to dip into her sex. Jane tensed, she was absolutely going to protest if he went for her clit, but he didn’t. Instead he spread the moisture from her sex back to her anus, coating it, then pushing one slippery finger inside.
“Michael…” she complained.
“Quiet,” he commanded, voice harsh.
He worked a second finger into her ass, and Jane slipped into a half doze. She was not indifferent to his playing, but she was so tired the impact of what he was doing was muted.
His fingers slipped from her ass, and something thick and blunt was pushed in its place. Jane whimpered as it stretched her, forcing her ass open. Michael soothed her by stroking her ass and belly.
His cock slid in, and he pulled her hips down on him, until he’d fully penetrated her ass.
She whimpered softly, and Michael groaned against her ear.
“If you don’t stop making that sexy noise, I’ll have no choice but to fuck you.”
“I though we said no sex?”
“This isn’t sex. This is anal sex.”
“Mich—”
He pulled his cock out an inch, then pushed it back in. Jane bit down on her protest. It had been halfhearted at best.
Michael settled in behind her, her back flush to his chest, his cock buried in her.
Amazingly, Jane fell asleep.
She was so beautiful.
Michael waited until Jane fell asleep, her breath coming and going in an easy rhythm, before he propped himself up on one arm. She looked young, her pale blonde hair tousled, bangs in disarray.
She’d been glorious, bound to the bed, pleasure and passion coming off her skin in a scent that nearly drove him out of his mind.
He wanted to do things to her…dark things. He wanted to touch her in ways she couldn’t imagine, fuck her until she forgot every male in the world but him. He wanted to fuck her roughly and softly, abuse her and treasure her.
He’d taken pleasure in tormenting her with the ice. He knew it bordered on painful, and part of him wanted to hurt her like that, to punish her for rejecting him even as he pleasured her.
But what he wanted most of all was to fuck her.
He moved his hips, cock sliding in and out of her ass. She whimpered a bit in her sleep, like a pretty little cat just begging to be eaten by the wolf. Michael fucked her ass softly as he stared down at her breasts. He lifted her bound hands, smiling in savage satisfaction that she was still his to control, that she was still playing the game of captive human slave girl. He moved her hands down a bit, so he had a better view of her breasts.
He flicked her nipples until they stood up hard.
He could arouse her in her sleep. That was proof that she belonged to him.
Mine.
A huge yawn caught him off guard. This useless human body required far too much sleep. Michael petted her nipples a final time, then lifted her ass cheek so he could watch his cock slide in and out of her. He fucked her for another minute, her body rocking softly on the bed, and thrust into her hard, burying himself deep. He murmured in the old language, nothing words he remembered from childhood, as Jane whimpered.
He lay down behind her, reluctantly pulling his cock from her ass. He pressed his still hard cock into the cleft of her bottom, hugged her to his chest and went to sleep.
Jane woke to a kiss.
Like a princess in a fairy tale Michael bent over her, his lips soft on hers.
But in the fairy tale the princess wasn’t naked, or tied up. And Jane was pretty sure Sleeping Beauty’s ass hadn’t been sore from having a cock up it.
Michael lifted her in his arms, pulling her onto his lap. He sat with his back against the headboard, his arms draped around her waist and across her thigh. Jane lifted her arms, looping them behind Michael’s neck.
The soft kiss grew wet, their mouths open, tongues dueling. The wet kiss became hard, Michael’s hand at the back of her head, holding her in place as he ravaged her mouth.
Jane pulled away. “Untie me,” she said, ready for the game to end.
“No.”
She shuddered in arousal. Maybe she hadn’t played out this fantasy enough to be done with it.
“You can’t keep me tied up forever.”
“I could take you away. Take you someplace where no one will ever find you.”
“Excuse me. That sounds like a relationship.” Kidnapper-kidnappee, admittedly, but a relationship nonetheless.
Michael looked at her in utter consternation. Then he flipped her facedown over his lap and smacked her ass. Hard.
“Ow! What was that for?”
Smack. Smack.
“Michael!”
“You’re being…difficult.”
“I am not! You’re the one who’s illogical and difficult.”
“Maybe,” he conceded, then spanked her again.
“What was that one for?” Jane yelped.
“Because I can.” His voice was a low rumble, a dangerous growl.
“You…you can’t just spank me because you want to.” Jane’s panting may have given away that her protest was less than genuine.
“Yes, I can. I can do whatever I want to you.”
Jane shivered as she lay across his knees, his words having fully immersed her back into the fantasy.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you, Sleeping Beauty?”
“Yessssss,” Jane moaned.
“And you need to be punished.”
“Yesssssss, I mean no.”
Michael chuckled, smoothing his hand over her ass. “I think a good spanking will teach you to obey me. I’ve used your ass hard, haven’t I?” His fingers pressed between the cheeks, brushing her anus. The light touch was enough to have Jane twitching.
“It is too bad I do not have a plug to put in this pretty bottom while I spank you. Your ass is sore right now, and it would not be an experience you would soon forget.”
Jane sucked in a breath as he spoke, holding perfectly still.
Michael’s hand stilled on her ass. “Jane, do you have a plug?”
Jane squeezed her eyes shut.
Spank, spank, spank, spank.
Jane yelped, surprised by how much the spanks hurt. And equally surprised by
how arousing she found the whole situation.
Michael rolled her off his lap onto the bed. Jane looked up at him, notching her chin up in mock defiance.
Michael grabbed her bound wrists, pushing them above her head, then pulled her ankles up near her ass and forced her legs open, exposing her. Grunting in satisfaction, he turned his attention to her room.
“Where would a naughty human hide her toys?”
Jane stared at the ceiling.
“Well my naughty girl’s friend keeps them under the bed according to Luke.”
Crap.
Michael went right for her toy box. He set it on the bed beside Jane.
Jane’s nipples were hard points, her sex wet. She wanted Michael to use her toys on her, she wanted him to…
She wanted him. For more than just sex.
That frightening thought was shoved to the side as Michael began pulling out toys. There was nothing really exciting—a few books on female sexuality, her favorite super-sexy romance, a yeast infection kit, a small vibrator, fuzzy handcuffs and a small glass plug.
The plug had been an optional add-on during checkout when she was purchasing the vibrator online. She’d tried anal sex a few times, enjoyed it about half of those times, but the idea of anal sex was incredibly arousing. Jane had impulse-purchased the plug thinking that she could use it on herself to experience the arousal from anal play that she’d expected, but never got.
But the plug had sat, unused, in her toy box since she’d purchased it. It seemed…silly, to use it on herself.
Michael pulled out the plug, which was in the original wrapping, though she’d popped the plastic apart. Michael struggled with the plastic for a moment, then, with a grunt of frustration, gripped the sides and ripped, tearing the plastic pieces down the middle. His biceps and pecs bulged.
“You never used it?” he asked.
Jane swallowed, then whispered, “I took it out and looked at it…”
“Had anyone but me ever used your ass?”
“I’ve had anal sex with other men.”
Michael’s eyes flashed bright blue with the barest hint of lightning. “No. Don’t talk about it. Do not.”
“You asked,” Jane protested.
“You’re mine. And now I will have to punish you for letting another man touch what is mine.”
He rubbed his palm over the curls on her sex, holding the plug in the other hand. His finger dipped into the pool of moisture that had collected in her sex. Michael used his fingers to coat the glass plug with her moisture.
“I’m not going to use my fingers to prepare you. That is part of your punishment. You will take the whole plug. Then I will spank you, and probably fuck you with the plug.”
“But I’m already sore,” Jane whispered, barely able to push the words through her arousal. She was the victim, about to be abused, at the mercy of this cruel beast who would torture her, and she wanted more.
Michael leaned over her, kissed her and then whispered in her ear, “I want you sore. I want you hurting. I want you well fucked.”
He flipped Jane over, slid his forearm under her hips and lifted her onto her knees. Jane brought her arms in under her chest, pillowing her cheek on the scarf wrapped around her wrists. Michael undid the ties at her ankles, then climbed off the bed.
“Spread your knees wider. Good.”
Fingers brushed through her sopping-wet sex, teasing her clit. He spent several moments playing with her clit, arousing her further, until Jane’s body was flushed pink, her leg muscles fluttering from the pleasure.
Michael spread her ass cheeks, examining her. He held her ass open for long moments. Just as Jane was starting to feel foolish, he whispered, “You are so beautiful.” Cool, smooth wetness pressed against her puckered anus. Jane took a deep breath. It felt big, like the ice cube. But unlike the ice cube, when Michael applied pressure, the tip of the plug slid in.
“Relax,” he commanded. Michael pushed harder on the plug, and the sensation grew uncomfortable. She could feel it stretching her, spreading her open, forcing its way in.
She was whimpering, a low trill of sound. It hurt, but felt good. She was scared, but wanted more. The plug was new and different. She was a virgin to it, whereas his cock was a known quantity.
It stretched her farther and Jane cried out.
“You will take this,” Michael commanded. He pushed a bit more, and the plug slid in, Jane’s ass closing around it.
He’d taken a plug and shoved it up her ass, forced her to take it, and now he was going to spank her, and fuck her with his fingers, and she’d suck his cock… Jane went over and over what was happening in her mind, giving words to actions. Naming the things they were doing increased her arousal.
“Stand up.”
Michael’s hands on her hips helped her off the bed. Jane straightened.
“Oh!”
When standing, the plug pressed against different places in her body, opening her to new sensations.
“Walk,” Michael commanded.
Jane made a circuit of the available floor space, gasping as the plug shifted inside her. She couldn’t do anything without feeling it, without thinking about the fact that it was there and, by extension, that Michael had put it in her.
Michael caught her by her hips, pulling her against his chest. They kissed, hot and wet and long. Jane’s hands ran feverishly over his chest. She twisted and turned her hands in the scarf, wanting them free so she could reach around him and draw her nails down his back, dig her fingers into his ass.
Michael grabbed the scarf’s ends, lifting them above her head, which forced her arms up. Jane growled in frustration.
Before she knew what was happening Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed, Jane facedown across his lap. He had one hand on the small of her back, holding her down.
“Time for your spanking.”
“I don’t want a spanking,” Jane gasped. “I want you to fuck me.”
Michael laughed. “Finally she says something.”
Michael slapped her left ass cheek, then her right. The blows fell one after another in an easy rhythm. They were softer than before, and Jane relaxed into them.
Whack!
Michael spanked her hard, his hand landing across both her ass cheeks, his palm hitting the plug so that it pushed deeper into her.
Jane squealed.
“Jane.” He ground her name out between clenched teeth. “If you hate this you have to tell me now, because you are too beautiful like this, spread across my lap, ass red from my hand, receiving your punishment with my plug up your ass.” He’d lost himself in the description, and Michael took a moment to gather himself again. “If you don’t want this, if you can’t handle this, you have to tell me now.”
“What comes after this?” she whispered.
“I’m going to put you on your knees and make you suck my cock. Then I’m going to fuck your pussy with something as I play with your clit, and if I am still hard I will take out the plug and fuck your ass and then put the plug back in and then put ice on your nipples and—”
“Stop, stop,” Jane stammered. “I can’t even think when you talk like that. It’s so… I’m so freaking turned on I can’t even think, and then you say those things and I see them in my mind and I want them, but I’m scared, and if you think you are going to lose control…”
Michael stroked her back. “I won’t lose control and hurt you.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“I want this, I want everything you said and more. I’ve never done this with anyone before, never played like this, and I don’t want it to end.” Jane twisted to look over her shoulder at him. Michael cupped her cheek.
“My sweet, beautiful Jane. You are the most beautiful, most passionate female I have ever known.”
Jane nuzzled his palm. “I want you to…to fuck me. I don’t care what the rules were. I want you inside me.”
He stroked his thumb across her cheek. “No. I won’t
break my word to you.”
“But I want you to.”
“You said you needed to trust me. How can you trust me if I break my word?”
“I’m doing a lot of trusting right now.”
“You’re aroused.” He looked away. “When the game is done you will think different things.”
“I won’t,” Jane protested, but Michael didn’t look at her.
He stroked her pinkened ass, grabbed the base of the plug and tugged. Jane licked her lips as her eyes fluttered closed.
“I want to fuck you,” he said. “More than you can imagine. But I won’t break that rule. Besides—” he slid one finger into the warm hollow of her sex, “—when the week ends, if you still want me to fuck you, imagine how sweet it will be.”
“Oh God, Michael, please,” she moaned as he finger-fucked her.
He pulled his finger out, wiped the wetness onto her ass, and then spanked her.
Whack!
He spanked her again and again. Alternating multiple soft taps to each cheek with hard swats that shifted the plug inside her. He moved the hand from her back and had her prop herself up on her elbows so he could pluck her nipples as he spanked her.
At one point he asked if they could change the game slightly, to a uniquely human fantasy he’d been interested in exploring. Jane would have agreed to let him shave her head at that point. Michael toyed with the plug in her ass, grabbing the base and pulling. Jane yelped and whimpered as he pulled it out. He held the cheeks of her ass open after he’d taken it out, looking at her stretched anus.
With a final spank he helped her off his lap and told her what it was he’d wanted to try.
Chapter Eighteen
“I believed the humans call it ‘Naughty School Girl’.”
Jane nearly rolled her eyes, but she was willing to try anything with him. He asked her if she had anything to wear, and Jane bounded to the closet, pulling on a button-up white shirt and pleated skirt. The skirt was mid-thigh length, part of a sexy black power business suit, but it would have to do. She quickly pulled her hair into pigtails.
Michael had disappeared, so Jane left the bedroom in search of him. She found him in the kitchen, naked, his cock soft for a change, drying the plug with a paper towel.
