Allison cried out in shock as the water and ice hit her between the shoulder blades and then sluiced along her spine.
“Holy—” That was the only intelligible word that escaped from behind the gag.
She panted as the ice and water pooled in the valley created by her cuffed hands, then began to leak from underneath the makeshift dam and down into the crack of her ass. Her buttocks clenched in response, which would cause her anal sphincter to close tighter around the plug, intensifying the sensation for her.
And that’s what this was all about, I reminded myself. Intensifying sensation for her. Because as I watched her shiver and listened to her muffled sobs, I wanted nothing more than to free her from her bonds, gather her into my arms, and apologize for what I’d put her through. But this was what she had wanted, and even though my heart told me I was pushing too hard, my more animalistic instincts said I wasn’t anywhere near her limits yet.
I stood up. “That will teach you not to attempt to take pleasure in my absence. Any pleasure you receive will be only from me and only when I permit it. Do you understand?”
She nodded, her face turned toward the floor.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Master.”
God, if I hadn’t already known I was a sick bastard before, I was sure of it now, because her wobbly voice and the obvious difficulty she had getting the words out around the gag sent every ounce of blood from my brain straight to my dick.
I summoned every ounce of willpower I possessed and knelt behind her. Water dripped around the butt plug and over her sex before pooling between her calves on the wood floor. The puddle would probably ruin the smooth, expensive finish, but that was a price I was more than willing to pay.
After taking one of the trapped ice cubes from the valley between her cuffed hands, I traced it over her back until it melted. She whimpered in response as goose bumps rose on her flesh. I retrieved two more and applied them to both globes of her ass. By the time I was done with that, she was shivering and my own fingers were numb, but I didn’t let that stop me from reaching my final goal.
Taking one last cube between my thumb and forefinger, I slid it over her labia and then between them, finally bringing it to rest on her clit. And there I stopped and waited.
“Please,” she moaned. If she hadn’t been in a self-supporting position, she would probably have collapsed.
“Please, what?” I asked, keeping my voice diamond hard. Giving so much as a hint of kindness would spoil the effect.
“Please, Master,” she whispered after a long pause, “use me.”
Triumph sang in my veins. Although she hadn’t done it because she’d remembered she couldn’t, she’d wanted to use her safe word. And that meant I’d pushed her limit a little further, given her just a little more than she thought she could take.
“Damn straight,” I grunted in answer as the last of the ice cube dissolved away.
When it was gone, I moved quickly. I didn’t want enough time to pass for the burning numbness of her clit to subside. That would spoil the effect.
I lifted her bodily from the floor—not a difficult task given our relative size and weight—and deposited her on the bed, arranging her unresisting limbs so her butt was up in the air, her legs apart, and her face pressed against the bed. I didn’t plan to keep her in this position much longer, but it gave me the access I needed for my next move.
Reaching across the bed, I grabbed the medium-sized anal probe I’d taken out of the box earlier, then bent down to get the lube. Allison held her position stiffly, her breathing shallow, almost inaudible. She had no idea what was coming.
Of course, if I did this right, she would be. Very soon.
Once I’d lubed up the new toy, I made the exchange so quickly she had no time to realize what was happening. The larger probe—all seven inches of it—slipped in to the hilt with almost no resistance whatsoever. Immediately, I flipped her over onto her back, spread open her legs, and pressed my mouth to her still ice-cold clitoris.
Her response to the shock of the heat of my mouth on her frozen, sensitized flesh was instantaneous and powerful. Every muscle in her legs, ass, and abdomen vibrated with impending orgasm—an orgasm she was struggling to hold off. She knew the rules. No coming without permission. I licked her mercilessly, savoring the rich, sweet flavor of her pussy as if she were the world’s most delicious banquet.
Only when she was sobbing the word “fuck” over and over like a broken incantation did I know for certain she’d reached the point of no return. I lifted my head and released her.
“Come, slave.”
All it took after that was a flick of my thumb across her clitoris. She flew. Without a net.
And it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Tears trickled from beneath the blindfold, but I knew they were tears of rapture rather than pain. I knew because she whispered “Thank you, Master,” with a sincerity and joy that rocked me to the depths of my soul.
I’d done right by her. I’d truly given her what she needed.
And I wasn’t done yet.
When her climax abated, I climbed on the bed with her. I uncuffed her, allowing her a few seconds to stretch her arms and return feeling to them before putting her into the sling. An ingenious device, it consisted of a padded “seat” that slipped beneath the wearer’s back and a set of connected straps for each wrist and ankle. Once in place, the wearer could not lower her legs farther than she could lower her arms, putting her pussy and ass in a perfect position and leaving her partner’s hands free for other activities.
At this point, I shucked my clothes as quickly as possible and climbed onto the bed with her. She was blindfolded, so there was no point in maintaining the clothed-versus-naked power dynamic. And God, I wanted to touch her, skin to skin, face to face, heart to heart.
Call me sentimental, but there it was. I wanted to make love to her. Kinky love, granted, because straight vanilla sex was never going to be my thing—or hers—but love nonetheless.
I had one more order of business before I could make that a reality, though, and that was getting her to take the largest of the three probes. For her, it wouldn’t be easy. At ten full inches long and a healthy two-and-a-quarter inches in diameter, it was a good deal bigger than my cock, which was the biggest thing she’d managed so far and, though we’d engaged in a fair amount of anal sex up to now, accommodating even my more modest dimensions wasn’t without discomfort. But the reward for her doing so would be ten times greater than any pain she experienced.
As I lubed up the monster, I flipped on the switch for the vibrator inside it. Allison reacted to the sound by lifting her head slightly from the bed.
“You heard that, did you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Does it worry you?”
She considered that for a moment. “Should it?”
I chuckled. “Of course you should worry when your master is about to shove a huge dildo up your ass.”
Even though her eyes were covered by the blindfold, I could see them widen in the movement of the other musculature of her face. Her mouth worked around the ball gag in a way that told me she wanted to bite her lip.
“How huge?” she asked cautiously.
“Monstrous,” I said, exaggerating only slightly for effect. “A lot bigger than my cock.”
I could see hesitation warring with anxiety within in her.
“No safe words,” I reminded her. “No hard limits. You take what I believe you can take. And I believe you can take this.”
Completing the task of lubricating the probe from tip to base, I settled between her legs. Grabbing the base of the dildo that already occupied her ass, I pulled it out and then, to her obvious surprise, thrust it back in again. For a few long, leisurely moments, I fucked her this way, and it wasn’t long before her breath became ragged and her cheeks and breasts bloomed pink with the blush of arousal.
I circled her clitoris with my fingers until her hips bucked against my hand, assisting rather
than evading the assault. When I sensed she was nearing climax again, I removed the plug without warning and, with the other hand, pushed the much larger one into the shrinking hole. I managed to embed nearly half of it inside her before her muscles kicked into instinctive resistance.
“Oh God, oh God, I can’t,” she protested, her voice thickened by the unmistakable presence of tears.
“You can, and you will,” I said firmly, “because I command it.” I gave her a sharp swat on one cheek to punctuate my words and then shoved another two inches
“Yes, Master.” But her acquiescence was in words only. Her mouth might be saying yes, but her mind was screaming no, no, no.
Still, I was sure I hadn’t found the boundaries of her need for fear and pain.
“Do you know what I’m going to do once I have this embedded in your ass?” I asked conversationally as I tunneled another three-quarters of an inch inside her.
She shook her head, her throat working visibly to swallow.
I braced myself on one arm and leaned over her until my mouth was inches from her ear. “What I’m going to do,” I said, my tone low, dirty, and deliberate, “is fuck your pussy with this—” I twisted the probe half an inch farther. “—all the way in your ass.”
“Oh.” The word sounded dubious, but the gush of wetness that accompanied her words told me all I needed to know. Her conscious mind might not like the idea, but her body was all for it.
As if to underscore my certainty, the last inch slipped in at that precise moment.
About damned time. I’d been suppressing my own need to get inside her for so long, I feared my head might explode. The only question was which one would blow first.
“Good girl,” I murmured approvingly.
I sat back for a second to admire my handiwork. With her arms and legs connected to each other by the straps of the sling, her hips were tilted at the perfect angle for maximum penetration. Even without the dildo stretching her rear passage, the position would ensure I felt every ripple and contour of her pussy while I fucked her. With it, I was sure it was going to be one unforgettable ride.
Pleasure and pain. For both of us.
Tamping down on the anticipatory lust that threatened to bring things to a much too early conclusion, I reached between her open legs and switched on the vibrator.
A muffled moan escaped her.
“Feels good?” I asked.
She nodded in answer.
“Well,” I said as I moved into position between her legs, “this is going to feel even better.”
Circling my cock with my fingers, I rubbed the head against her clit before seating myself in her entrance, a naturally snug opening made even less accommodating by the plug occupying her ass. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as I worked my way in.
She was more than wet enough, more than ready enough for me, but her channel felt as snug and unyielding as an unwilling virgin’s. That thought really shouldn’t have turned me on, but I wasn’t going to lie to myself. The truth was that it lit me up like a firework on the Fourth of July. Heightening my sensation was the vibration of the dildo, which was as palpable to me as it must have been to her.
My world narrowed, as if my entire body had become a mere appendage to my cock rather than the other way around. Time hung, suspended, as I breached her, impossibly tight but also impossibly slick and welcoming. All I could feel were the silken walls of her sex embracing me, pulsating around me, accepting me as a part of her.
When I was fully seated within her, I leaned forward and removed the gag and blindfold. She blinked against the light, her whisky-colored eyes glazed with desire and glassy with tears.
“Allison,” I said gently.
“Mark?”
I smiled and brushed her sweat-dampened hair back from her forehead. “No other.”
“So this is real?”
“As real as it gets.” I shifted my hips, changing the angle of penetration just enough to make Allison draw a sharp breath. “Am I hurting you?” I asked.
Of course, I was hurting her. Or at least, I hoped I was.
Her eyes narrowed. She suspected a trap. Smart woman. “What happens if I say no?”
“I try to do a better job.”
“And if I say yes?”
“I still try to do a better job.”
Her lips turned upward in the hint of a smile at that answer. “In that case, yes, you’re hurting me. And I’d like you to do a much better job of it.”
My cock throbbed painfully with the need to fuck her—hard and fast and now. But I held myself in check.
“How am I hurting you, Allison? And how could I hurt you better?”
She frowned, obviously puzzled by this question. “You know how it is for me. That being stretched…there hurts.”
I shook my head. “Not good enough. Use the words. The dirty ones.”
In all our sex play, it had almost always been me who used the X-rated language. She used the words very rarely and almost always hesitantly. Even when the word “fuck” escaped her lips in the throes of an orgasm, it seemed to come with reluctance and embarrassment. Yet I knew those words aroused her deeply, that I could make her wet just by talking dirty to her. Before I set her free, I wanted her to learn to embrace that side of her nature as well as the ever-polite, ever-ladylike Allison.
She bit her lip. “I don’t know.”
“Hmm, then maybe I should just stop.” I started to withdraw, even as my dick begged me not to.
“No, don’t.” She squeezed her eyes together. “I’ll do it.”
I halted my withdrawal. “Go ahead, then.”
“It hurts…having my ass stretched like this. I always thought you felt too big—”
“What part of me did you think was too big?” I interrupted.
She drew a shuddery breath. “Your cock. It always felt too big in my ass, and this is so much bigger, it’s almost unbearable.” Her hips tilted, and a fresh rush of moisture bathed my dick. She was definitely warming up to the dirty talk. “And then there’s my pussy. It’s too tight, too full. I’m afraid if you fuck me, you’ll split me in half. And I’m afraid if you don’t, I’ll die of wanting.”
Holy hell. I should have known she’d be a damn quick study.
“Good job,” I murmured, holding back so hard on the urge to pound my cock into that too tight, too full little cunt of hers, I was in world of hurt myself. “So, how can I hurt you better, pet?”
Her eyes met mine. “You’re the master. Give me whatever you think I need. You know I can take it.”
And take it she did.
I fully admit I didn’t have a whole lot of finesse or control at that point, but if I fucked her too hard or too fast or too deep, she didn’t object. Between the vibrator in her ass and my cock in her pussy, she’d been on the verge of orgasm before I even started to move, and came once before I even really had a chance to get serious in my efforts. I had to grind my teeth to keep from coming myself, because her muscles gripped me harder and tighter than they ever had before, to the point where I could feel the interior contours of her cunt in such detail, I could probably have drawn a map afterward.
She slackened beneath me after her first climax, but I wasn’t having non-participation. I tweaked her nipples, pinching and sucking them until her breath became ragged again, and then took advantage of the sling’s freeing of my hands to finger her clit. Her head thrashed on the pillow as she climbed and reached her second peak. Somehow, I powered through that orgasm as well and forced her to a third before allowing myself to let go of the final shred of my control.
As the spasms seized me, I leaned down and locked my lips with hers, pouring every ounce of emotion into that kiss, praying that she’d understand what I could never express in words. How much I loved her. How much I needed her. How hard it was going to be for me to let her go.
I came for so long and with such force, I thought I might be spewing not just my semen, but my soul, into her womb. And perhaps that wasn
’t far from the truth, because without her, I might be alive, but I would be soulless.
Chapter Thirteen
“So, tomorrow night at the club?” Allison’s head rested in the hollow of my shoulder, her voice lazy with contentment as she traced circles across my pecs.
We’d made love again—a fairly vanilla affair if you didn’t count a few yards of rope and the riding crop—and it was now coming up on two in the morning. I’d kind of hoped to ride things out for a few more hours, and maybe one more session, but it was obviously not to be.
I closed my eyes and steeled myself to do the right thing. What I’d planned to do from the moment I’d left my brothers at O’Malley’s.
If you love something, set it free.
“No,” I said gently. “Not at the club.”
She lifted her head and looked down at me. “Here, then?”
“No, not here, either.”
The skin between her eyebrows pinched with confusion. The expression was simultaneously adorable and heart-wrenching. “Surely you’re not thinking we should up the ante by doing it in public places.”
I might have laughed if my chest hadn’t felt like it was ripping open. “No, Allison. We’re not doing this anywhere. Not anymore.”
Emotions played across her face so quickly, I couldn’t catalog them all. The one she settled on, however, was disbelief tinged with irritation.
“Not this again, Mark.” She rolled her eyes. “Haven’t we played this game twice already?”
That was fair. I hadn’t demonstrated any ability to stay away from her in the past. Although I thought I deserved a pass on my first fall off the wagon. After all, I’d stayed away from the liquor cabinet, but it was tougher to stay dry when the bottle of Scotch sauntered right up to me.
“Third time’s a charm,” I said. “And it’s not a game. That’s the problem. That’s why it has to end. Because it’s real.”
Allison levered herself up onto one arm and stared down at me. “I don’t understand you, Mark. I like real. I need real. I thought—I thought after tonight maybe you were ready for real, too.”
I reached up to smooth her hair away from her forehead, but she backed away from my touch. Okay, I deserved that, too.
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