by James Riley
“I plan on taking my time with you, but my body is feeling a little eager.” Rhett’s voice is soft but firm, and I shudder with anticipation. He pulls his hands away, my body longing to follow him, but I hold myself still.
His fingers grasp the hem of his shirt and pull it up and over his head. I barely keep myself from gasping aloud. Rhett’s body is, for lack of a better word, perfect. Muscles line every inch of him, and I know that my original instinct was right. He could be dangerous. You don’t get a body like that lifting weights in a gym—it takes something far more grueling. My pulse picks up, and my body is torn, at once wanting to touch him and run away. I’m distracted by the tattoos on his arms when I hear the sound of his zipper.
My eyes fall to his cock, and I have to take a breath. He’s bigger than I thought, thick and long, the tip of him hovering just inches from my face. I want him. I want whatever he chooses to give me. I meant what I said—I want him to use me however he sees fit. I have no doubt that he’s going to do just that, and the thought sends a new burst of arousal through me. Rhett smirks at me, absolutely aware of the effect he’s having.
His voice this time is one of command. “You have five minutes to get me off, and after that I’m going to have my way with you.”
My stomach drops like I’m rushing down a rollercoaster. It’s exhilarating. I feel myself falling into that perfect place of submission. I press my hands together trying to force out any remaining nervousness, and even so, I can’t help licking my lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He smiles, and I feel warmth in my chest. “Now open your mouth.”
I do. Coming up higher on my knees, I press my open mouth around the head of his cock. I use my tongue to taste him, gently licking him in circles—I don’t miss the hiss of breath that comes from Rhett’s mouth. Five minutes, he said. This isn’t a time for the slow burn. Closing my mouth around him, I suck as hard as I can. I pull my lips back to the tip, swirling my tongue around him and teasing that sensitive spot under the head. Rhett’s cock jerks in my mouth, and his groan is a low sound that sends heat straight through me.
I raise my eyes to his and find him watching me, hunger and lust pouring from him. I release him from my mouth, choosing instead to lick my way down his shaft, teasing his balls with my tongue. It earns me another groan, and I hide my smile from him. Sealing my lips over him once more, I lock eyes with him as I being to bob up and down on his cock. His hands fall into my hair, and I let him guide me. He urges me to move faster, and feel another rush of exhilarating freedom. I love the feel of his cock in my mouth, thick and hard, and I want to feel it everywhere. I love the hand fisting in my hair, showing me exactly how to please him.
I close my eyes, focusing on my rhythm and speed. I know my time is almost up, and I need to make him come. I slow down, drawing out my strokes, teasing him with my tongue. I graze Rhett gently with my teeth, and his cock jerks again.
“Fuck.” His fingers fist in my hair, and I know he’s close. I increase my speed to a frenzy, fucking his cock with my mouth and tongue until I feel him go still. His hips thrust forward, and he comes. Warmth splashes across my tongue and I swallow quickly. I know without being told that Rhett expects nothing less from me. I take it all, and when he’s finished, I lick him clean.
Rhett’s fist tightens again, gently pulling my head back so he can look at me. He smiles, and there is suddenly a crowd of butterflies in my stomach. It’s the smile of a Dom—pleased, and not nearly finished.
“Well done,” he says, never losing that smirk. “Do you deep throat?”
I swallow, suddenly envisioning his cock all the way in my mouth, and I know I’d be stretched to the limit. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Because whatever way I decide to fuck you, I expect you to take all of me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m glad he can’t see the way my pussy clenched when he said that.
“Stand.”
He helps me to my feet, and I notice as he zips up his jeans that he’s still entirely hard. Taking me by the arm, he walks me a few feet to the left. He lets go of my arm, and I hear him open his bag. This time I feel him before I see him, fingers on my leg, followed by lips pressed just below my ass. I can’t stop myself, I press back against his mouth, wanting to feel more of him, and am immediately rewarded by a bite. “Stay still.”
It’s not easy. Just the tone he’s using makes me want to squirm.
Rhett wraps a cuff around my ankle and buckles it on. He moves to the other foot, sliding it out, positioning my legs wide before he finishes with the second cuff. His fingers glide up my leg, moving along my upper thigh and curving in—and disappearing just before touching me where I want him. I bite my lip in frustration and take a breath. He said he was going to take his time. I let the breath out, releasing my tension. Rhett knows what he’s doing. Knows what he wants.
I hear a rattling, and Rhett comes in front of me holding a thick black chain. I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears, that delicious blend of nervous excitement taking over. He quickly attaches my wrists to the chain, running a finger under my cuffs to check circulation before he’s gone again. The rattling sounds and my hands start to rise, the chain being pulled upward from somewhere behind me.
My breath goes short as my arms rise over my head and I have that first real sense of vulnerability. My arms are stretched, but the chain still lifts higher, pulling me up until I can just barely grip the ground with my toes. I pull against the chain holding my arms instinctively, and there’s no give.
Heat rolls through my body in a wave. He has me just where he wants me—this position just as effective as if I were tied down. He can do anything he likes to me, and I’m powerless to stop it. The burst of arousal is so strong that I close my eyes, letting my head fall forward. I force my way through the anxiety to that place in my mind where there’s only acceptance.
I feel Rhett’s hand on my ass. Just touching. He walks around me in slow circles, looking. A couple of times he reaches out to touch me—not to arouse, just to feel. He cups one of my breasts, weighing it in his hand, and I lean towards him, only to almost slip off my toes and go swinging.
His smirk reappears. “Don’t move.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He makes another circle, gathering my hair up in his hands and letting it spill down my back. “Whose body is this tonight, sub?” He asks, coming to stand in front of me.
“Yours, Sir.”
“That’s right,” he takes a step closer. “Mine to touch.” He rolls my nipples between his fingers, tugging on them. The pain races straight to my clit, and the wetness that’s gathered in my pussy starts to drip down my leg. Rhett notices. He sweeps across the wetness on my thigh, running his finger through the damp mess of my pussy, barely brushing across my clit. Even that brief contact makes me moan.
“Mine to taste,” he says, bringing his finger to his lips and sucking my juices from it. A guttural noise comes from his throat after he tastes me, sheer possessive lust and approval. He leans closer, “Mine to fuck.”
I bite my lip to keep from begging for it. Rhett disappears, and I hear the rustle of his bag again. Leather strands fall over my shoulder, tickling. They slide off my shoulder and down my back, sending goosebumps across my skin. My nipples harden into points, and I gasp. He crosses the flogger back and forth across my skin, not hard, caressing. He circles me with it, waking up my body. Every nerve comes online, waiting for the touch in unexpected places—the back of my knees and the crook of my neck.
The strands smooth across my stomach and breasts, falling over my hip. The force increases, not yet to pain, but the thud of the strands against my skin brings heat to the surface.
“Tell me, Kara,” Rhett says, “Why were you so desperate to scene tonight.” The flogger lands across my breasts, and I gasp, trying to gather my voice to speak.
“Because it’s been too long.”
A strike across my ribs. “How long since your last scene?”
The words come instantly, “My last scene or my last good one?”
Rhett chuckles, “Naughty sub. I should find out who your last partner was and let him discipline you for bad manners.”
An image opens up in my mind, of Rhett watching while someone else punishes me. Watching and waiting until they’ve finished so he can give me his own punishment. I shake at the image, at just how much I want it.
The flogger falls, sharp and fast across my ass, and I cry out, the pain quickly fading into delicious heat. “That was for your rudeness. Answer my question.”
“Weeks.”
His hand snakes across my hip from behind, sliding down until he finds my clit. I jerk against the chain, swaying wildly as I lose my balance. Rhett pinches my clit between two fingers, working it with sure strokes. The muscles in my legs start to shake, and I feel and orgasm building. It feels so good, tendrils of pleasure creeping outward from his hands.
“After so long without being touched, you must be so ready to come.”
My head falls back against him, and my breath is shallow. “Yes, Sir.”
I’m so close. I feel that tight core of pleasure gathering and my hips move to meet his hand as much as they can. Yes, please, yes—
no. Rhett’s hand disappears, and I groan, the orgasm fading into nothing.
“Not yet,” He says, hand sliding back over my skin. “First I’m going to turn that pretty ass of yours pink, and then I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Then, maybe then, I’ll let you come.”
I nearly come from his words alone. I’ve never had a Dom make me feel this way, my body hanging on his every word, begging for release. “Yes, Sir.”
He steps away from me, and the first real blow falls. Rhett wields the flogger with perfect accuracy, every stroke hitting my skin in a place it hasn’t been before, the pain just enough. Each spark of it sends adrenaline racing through me, fading into sweet arousal. I’m so wet that I’m dripping again, and I might come from just this, from just his desire to see how much of him I can take.
The flogger bites into my skin, and I let go. I feel myself sink through the layers of my mind until there’s nothing but him and me. I barely feel the flogger anymore. Instead, the sting sends me higher, like I’m floating on a cloud. He could flog me for hours and I would let him just to know he was the one doing it.
The chain rattles and my feet find the floor. Rhett’s hands are on my skin, stroking and soothing, working out the soreness in my shoulders.
“Your skin marks beautifully,” he says.
“Thanks.”
Pain flares through me from his slap on my ass. “What do you say?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He goes back to soothing my skin, fingers pressing in, rubbing out the sting. I feel him everywhere, and I want more—want him to take me so deeply I won’t forget. Rhett picks me up, lifting me like I’m nothing and carrying me across the room. He sets me down on a table, taking a moment to look me in the eyes. “How do you feel?”
“Great,” I say, “I feel great.”
He nods, “Good.”
And I hear the click of my cuff snapping into place again.
RHETT
I knew I wanted Kara on the bondage table as soon as I saw her. I wanted her stretched and open to me, unable to move while I took whatever I pleased. The reality is even better than I had imagined. This table is small, and the posts on either side make for creative restraints. Kara’s wrist and ankle cuffs are clipped to them, her whole body on display. Her pussy is dripping with arousal, and I can see the vivid pink streaks on her ass from the way I warmed her up. She took more than I expected, and now my cock is so hard it hurts. I thought that having her get me off once would help.
I was wrong.
“Look at you,” I say, running a hand down her body from her tits to her pussy, dipping my fingers inside. She moans, and I tease her, running my fingers across her clit. “You like being on display for me, don’t you? You like that I’m going to take what I want?”
“Yes, Sir,” She says, her words more breath than voice.
I let my fingers stray to her ass, using her own juices to wet her, pressing until my finger slips inside. “I could take you here,” I say, “and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
She shudders, and I smile. Subs like to be reminded of just how vulnerable they are, and I like to see them remember. I retrieve my bag from the other side of the room and quickly replace my fingers with something else. The butt plug is not small, but I know from Kara’s limit list that she can handle it.
Kara stiffens, but I don’t stop pressing the toy against her ass. “You’re going to take it. Breathe.”
She does, and it slips deeper. I push again, working it in with small, steady thrusts. An idea comes, and I lean down, running my tongue across her pussy. Kara jumps, moaning, and I push the plug in all the way. The sound she makes goes straight to my dick, a line of fiery heat. That sound and the way she tastes have me ready to blow. The plug looks stunning in her ass, and she’s at the perfect level for me to fuck her senseless, and I almost give in and take her. But I’m not finished with her. Not yet.
I seal my lips over her clit, sucking her deep, thoroughly enjoying the way she whimpers, breath coming in short bursts. Her hips try to follow me as I pull away, and I slap her ass to stop her squirming. “Not yet.” I plan on taking her to the edge as many times as I can. When she finally comes, I want her to scream herself raw.
But first, her mouth is going to be put to a different use. I free my cock, stroking it as I circle the table to Kara’s head. Her eyes follow me, glazed with lust. If her mouth weren’t so tempting, I’d make her watch as I got myself off on the way she’s looking at me before I fuck her senseless. But I have different plans.
I pull her towards me, so her head hangs off the table. “I’ve decided I want to feel that mouth of yours again. I’m going to put my cock in your throat, and you’re going to take me until I come. Do you remember what I said about wherever I decided to fuck you?”
Her eyes are glued to my cock, and I see her throat move as she swallows. “You expect me to take all of you.”
“Yes, I do. Open.”
Kara parts her lips, and the way her neck is stretched is so fucking hot. I slide my cock in, and just like the first time, it feels like heaven. Only this time it’s better—I’m in control. I fill her mouth, and when I reach her throat, I keep going. The outline of my cock is visible under her skin, and I swear I’m going to remember that sight forever. Her throat contracts around me as she tries to swallow and pleasure rolls through my body. With one final push, I’m all the way in, her lips around the base of my cock.
“Fuck, Kara.” I pull all the way out, she breathes, and I push in again. This is what I’ve been waiting for all night. I am not gentle.
Slipping deep inside her mouth, I fuck. I push into her throat again and again, the drag of her tongue and suction of her mouth incredible. Her throat convulses, and I pull out, letting her catch her breath. “Good girl,” I say to her, “Take a deep breath.”
I hold her head still and slide in to the hilt in one long stroke. The way she feels is indescribable, breathtaking, and perfect. I trace the bulge of my cock on the skin of her throat, marveling at how far she’s taking me. She tries to swallow, and pleasure rips through me, making me blind. I fuck into her, the wet sounds of my cock in her mouth just making me harder.
Pleasure is rising in my balls, and I know that I can’t last forever, even though I wish I could. I fuck her hard, using her mouth just as I would her pussy. I watch my cock appear and disappear inside her throat, the sight so magnificent it sends me straight to the edge. Kara’s throat grips my cock, and every inch in is pure ecstasy. Lightning flashes down my spine and heat explodes through me as I come, ripples of pleasure radiating as I fuck through the orgasm.
My cock jerks inside her, spilling my cum straight down her throat, and I groan with the perfect sen
sation. It’s hard to believe anything could be better than that. My orgasm fades, and I’m left panting, still all the way inside her. I pull out, and she takes a huge breath, tits heaving up and down. I make sure her head is resting on the table again as she catches her breath. She looks at me, breath still coming in gasps, and she smiles. With her face covered in spit and the remains of my cum, she smiles like I’ve just given her a puppy. That’s all it takes for me to me fully hard again.
I reach out, stroking her face. “You like being taken, don’t you Kara.” I say, “You like being fucked and used for my pleasure.” It’s not a question. I definitely chose the right sub for my needs tonight.
Kara nods, and her voice is rough from my use. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I want more of her. I had other plans, to tease her for hours before finally fucking her, but it’s been too long, and I want to be inside her too much. Teasing can wait for the next time—and there will be a next time. I can’t get the condom on fast enough.
I grab her hips, yanking her to the edge of the table. Her pussy is so wet it’s glistening in the light. I run a finger through her wet lips, smiling, “You really did love that. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I work my way into her pussy, my cock loving the tightness and heat—even tighter because of the plug in her ass. She shudders under me, hips pressing towards me, asking for more without words. I wait until I’m all the way in, balls pressed up against her ass, and then I touch her. I use my hands to knead her breasts, stroke down her ribs, draw patterns on her hips, and circle close to her clit while she adjusts to my size.
Her eyes are on me, and as I come close to touching her, I can see the beginnings of words on her lips. I play with her clit, squeezing and stroking, and those words turn into a moan. “Do you have permission to come, Kara?”
Her eyes flutter closed, “No, Sir.”
