by Ravenna Tate
“You’re not used to addressing people using titles, are you?”
“Actually, I am. I speak with attorneys in other firms and court personnel all day long.”
“So, it’s only with me you find it difficult.”
The teasing humor in his voice sends heat rushing to my face once more. “I’ll try better tonight, Sir.”
“Good girl. But I still intend to punish you for that earlier comment. It’s important for a Dom to follow through on his words.”
“I understand, Sir.” The anticipation of finally receiving my first real spanking causes my body to tremble slightly, though the room isn’t cold. This is from excitement, and a sense of unreality that this is actually happening to me!
“Turn and face me again, Macie.” As I do, he reaches out with one hand to brush his fingers across my nipples. I pull in a shaky breath as my clit throbs. It’s nothing more than a feather light touch, but it sends shockwaves of desire racing through me.
“Is there anything more beautiful than full breasts and hips?”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
He chuckles softly. “It was rhetorical. But I don’t believe there is, in case you were wondering.”
The fact that he loves the way my body looks shouldn’t matter so much to me, but it does. What’s inside should matter more, but I’m not naïve. The reality is that we judge others, and ourselves, on outer appearances every day of our lives. It’s unconscious. We’re trained to do it by our parents, our friends, and the media.
“Are you ready for that spanking, Macie?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His brows raise slightly, as if he wasn’t expecting me to answer so quickly, or without hesitation. When he puts on the glove, however, I’m not as certain as I was a second ago.
“Do you know what this is?”
“A spanking glove, Sir?”
“Yes. It’ll protect my hand from getting sore, but will still give your luscious round ass a nice burn.” After he moves the toys on his left to his right, he spreads his legs apart slightly and pats his left thigh. “Drape your lower torso over my thigh, facing me at an angle.”
I don’t quite picture what he means until I lie over his thigh and he moves me further to the left a bit, so that I’m almost lying next to him. His right leg pins both of mine across the backs, and he drapes his left forearm across my middle back. I’m trapped against his hard, muscled body. My pussy is soaked now, and tiny contractions flutter the walls once again. Underneath my lower abdomen, his muscled thigh presses against me.
“Are you comfortable?” That voice! It washes over me, deep and sexy, until I would do anything to hear it.
“Very, Sir.” Speaking is difficult.
“This will hurt, Macie.”
The first swats are delivered on one side, then the other, in rapid-fire succession. I yell and try to get away, but he has me held too tightly. Now I understand why he put on the glove. By the third swat on each cheek, tears stream down my face and I expect to smell the smoke from the fire on my ass.
At the same time, it’s so damn arousing that I’m having a tiny orgasm. I never would have believed such a thing was possible, except that each swat pushes my clit into his thigh. When he reaches six on each side, my yells have turned to moans, and the contractions inside my pussy are still going.
The combination of pain and pleasure is like a drug. I want more. If this happens from a simple spanking, what will those floggers and paddles do to me? My mind fills with erotic images as he delivers the last three smacks on each side. I picture him fucking me, his cock in every hole, and my ass raw from those toys he chose.
When it’s over, I simply lie there, letting my imagination run wild. Maybe if I don’t move, he’ll keep going?
“What have we here?” His voice breaks through my fog, and I gasp as fingertips brush my labia. “You are soaking wet, Macie.” He says it like he’s surprised. Good lord. Has the man ever looked into a mirror?
“Yes, Sir, I sure am.”
A soft chuckle accompanies him slipping a finger into my wetness. I moan loudly as he massages that perfect spot inside. “Very nice.” He removes his finger and slides two inside. While he moves them in and out, he rubs my clit with his thumb, and I turn to jelly.
Now I’m moaning and writhing against his touch as an intense orgasm begins to build. Not shy any longer about the silly skirt, I’m glad it’s open in the back. If this is the reward for letting him spank me until I cry, bring on that chainmail flogger and leather paddle!
Before my climax happens, he withdraws his fingers and I’m pulled to a sitting position, on his lap. I’m too stunned at first to do anything except stare into his eyes.
“You have to earn them.”
“What?”
“Your orgasms. You have to earn them.”
Should I tell him I’ve already had two he didn’t catch? “How may I earn them, Sir?”
As a sexy grin spreads over his face, he shakes his head. “Oh, the things I could make you do. But you’re here for a specific purpose.” He picks up the leather flogger. “This is a mop flogger. Thick leather, so it produces a lovely thudding sensation on your skin, but you’ll find it much less painful than the gloved spanking I just gave you.”
I have the impression he expects me to listen and learn, not to comment, so I stay silent while he places the flogger back on the bed and picks up the leather paddle. It’s red, which nearly forces a giggle from me. I imagine my ass is a bit red right now. That thing should match it nicely.
“This, on the other hand, will hurt.” Next, he picks up the wooden paddle. “As will this, but it has more of a thudding sensation than the leather one, which stings like crazy.”
The chainmail flogger is next. Once he picks it up and brushes it over my breasts, I shiver. “This is an advanced toy, but I thought it might be fun to use lightly. I usually like to put this in the freezer before I use it.”
“Oh…”
“Yes. You can imagine what that would feel like, can’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” The falls caressing my breasts, even un-chilled, are delicious. Tiny shivers run up and down my spine, and I break out in goosebumps.
“Let’s get you into a comfortable position before we continue.”
Chapter Three
He leads me to a contraption that consists of a thick crosspiece of metal along the top, supported by two equally thick metal poles at each end. Attached to the poles along the bottom is a pad, roughly three inches high, and that’s where I’m directed to stand.
“This is ingenious,” he says, pulling down leather restraints from the top piece. “It was designed by three of the Doms who work here for me, Asa, and Slade. Asa and Slade are the other two Doms with whom I co-own this club.”
As he fits the cuffs around my wrists, he instructs me to raise my arms and spread them apart, only as far as is comfortable. “I’ll do the same to your ankles, Macie. Spread your legs when you’re ready.”
I’m glad he added the part about when I’m ready, because having the cuffs on my wrists, and my arms in the air shoulder-width apart, suddenly makes me feel vulnerable and exposed in a way I hadn’t before. Being held down by his arm and leg, while I was bent over his leg, was an entirely different sensation than this. Now, I really can’t get away from him.
“Macie? Are you all right?” His handsome face is directly in front of me, and those ice blue eyes are filled with concern.
“Yes. Just a bit … I don’t know.”
“Do you want to try this unrestrained first?”
“No. No, I’m all right. I just need a second to breathe.”
“Take all the time you want. I’m here. You’re safe.”
I smile. That’s all I needed to hear. “Thank you, Sir. I’m ready to proceed.”
“Good girl.”
I like those words. They tell me I’ve pleased him, and for reasons I don’t understand, I want to please this man. After he fastens my ankles in the same way, I’m sweatin
g again and my pussy is heavy, as if the area is engorged with blood. I’m so turned on by this it shocks me.
“What do you think, Macie?”
“I like this, Sir.”
The corners of his mouth lift as he grasps my breasts and pulls them to his mouth. I hold my breath. He kisses each nipple, his tongue flicking out from between his full lips to taste me. It’s such a cute, sexy gesture, and it leaves me wanting much more.
“I’ll do more to these later. If you agree, of course.”
“I agree, Sir.”
A loud laugh fills the space between us. “Macie, you are an exquisite woman. Let’s see how you enjoy the toys I’ve chosen.” He pushes a button on the pole to my left, and a panel opens, revealing another pad that slides out, attached inside the pole. This pad he positions at the level of my lower abdomen.
“Lean against this. The straps attached to your wrist cuffs will move with you.”
I do as he says, then wait while he makes more adjustments. I’m bent over at the waist about forty-five degrees, and my arms are level with my head. He’s locked the straps holding them to the top pole in place, and I’m grateful for this because otherwise it would be too much strain on my shoulders.
“I want you as comfortable as possible for this.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Once he’s finished, the pad supporting my lower abdomen prevents me from experiencing the sensation of simply hanging free. The cuffs around my ankles and wrists are soft, and cradle my joints.
“Now, we’re ready.” He steps behind me and I tense in anticipation, but instead of a flogger or a paddle smashing against my ass, he reaches around and cups my breasts again. “You can see why I like this apparatus.”
I giggle, because while the gesture is sexy as hell, it also reminds me of something a teenage boy would do. The fact that he did it makes him human, and takes me back to a time when I still believed I was as attractive to boys as any other girl. Before reality set in, and I learned that the skinny, blonde girls were the ones who got all the attention and the dates.
He releases my breasts and buries his face against the back of my head. “I love your dark, curly hair. So sexy.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Tears spill over my lashes. The taunts I received about my hair in grade school, due to it always being so unruly and coarse, still haunt my dreams. But this man loves it.
His hands move down my back to my ass, and I break out in goosebumps. “Your skin is still nice and pink from before. Let’s see how red we can make it.” He teases the backs of my thighs with light slaps, gradually moving to the front of the skirt to swat my pussy. My moans grow loud. This is more arousing than I had imagined it could be.
“I see I’ve found another spot you enjoy having spanked. I’ll remember that, Macie.”
When he smacks my breasts gently, I gasp. “I like that, too, Sir.”
“Softly on these, though.” He cups them once more. “They’re too pretty to mark up.” After a few seconds of him kneading them, and rubbing the hard bulge in his jeans against my ass, I’m moaning loudly again, pushing back into him. It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg him to fuck me, but I hold back, uncertain whether it would be appropriate to ask.
A low, sexy growl escapes his throat as he releases me. “You make it difficult to concentrate, Macie.”
I want to scream my frustration at those words, and at the absence of his touch, but when the wooden paddle swats both ass cheeks at once, I yell in surprise instead. The next swat is light, almost teasing. Did he want me to realize how much it will hurt if he really lets go?
“This is going to be an experiment in sensations.” He’s tapping the paddle against my ass, but so lightly I barely sense it. “I’m going to build up the pain, then back off again. Use your safewords if you need to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m intrigued by his explanation. One would think light taps with a wooden paddle would not hurt, no matter how many you were given, but they would be dead wrong. The taps build on one another, more quickly than I would have guessed. Soon, there is real pain.
It’s not as intense as those ten swats I received earlier with the leather glove, but rather is a dull, throbbing ache that is both uncomfortable and exhilarating. It’s all mixed up with the pleasure, like the spanking earlier. Compounding those sensations is the fact I’m tied up, spread-eagled, and totally at this man’s mercy.
He alternates building up the swats to backing off, returning to barely-there taps, more times than I’m able to count. Soon, I understand that I don’t need to count or keep track. I only need to let go and experience it, allowing the pain and pleasure to envelop me. Claim me. Make me its own.
When he stops, I let out a sound of disappointment. He steps into my view, and the wicked grin on his face tells me that it’s not over. “Don’t worry. We have all night.”
When Dakar cups my face, I drink in his scent, the musk mixing with sweat. It takes strength to do what he just did, so it’s no wonder he has all those muscles. Our gazes lock, and I find it difficult to breathe.
As his lips touch mine, I’m transported to ecstasy I have only dreamed about before. The man can kiss like nobody’s business. I want to devour his mouth, like he’s doing to mine. His tongue works its way between my lips, and I welcome it, sucking it deeper inside.
My clit throbs, and I’m sure this ridiculous skirt is now stained with my pussy juice, because I am dripping wet. My body trembles with desire. The kiss is released, and I cry out in frustration again. It earns me another grin.
“I said, we have all night.”
I sigh loudly, and he steps out of my view again. “I am so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Time for something different.” The leather flogger is dragged across my back, moving down until it reaches my ass, and then the backs of my thighs. But the first thudding swat does not land on those places. It strikes my pussy from behind, and I yelp.
“Damn thing is in my way.” The skirt is off. I stifle a laugh. It was in my way, too. “Much better.” Dakar continues flogging my pussy, and soon I’m moaning again as my clit throbs and the orgasm he denied me earlier begins to build once more.
How he’s aware of this, I have no clue, but he switches to flogging my ass, my middle back, and the backs of my thighs before returning to my pussy. Every surface where the leather has teased me glows with warmth. Something catches my eye, and a quick glance at the pad below reveals moisture. I was right. My pussy juices are flowing. I flex my Kegel muscles, and cry out as tiny contractions begin. Will he notice if I make myself come?
When the flogger no longer lands on me, Dakar is breathing hard. The sound is so sexy I whimper. He’s behind me, pacing back and forth. Why is he moving?
“Did I do something wrong, Sir?”
“No. Just eyeing my artwork. I wish you could see this, Macie. Your lovely skin all red and slick, your pussy from behind, swollen and dark. You’re ready for me, aren’t you? If I fucked you right now you’d take it in and come for me, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, God. Yes, Dakar. I mean, Sir. Yes, I would.” The man makes me lose my damn mind with his words and that sexy voice.
His hand slips down my ass crack and rests on my labia. I am so ready to be taken I taste it. “Please…”
He licks my back and I whimper again. “Look how wet you are.” Two fingers slip into my pussy, fucking me slowly. I contract my walls around the digits, and he chuckles low in his throat. “Ready to come, Macie?”
“Yes, Sir. Please let me.”
The other hand grasps my left breast, teasing the nipple. “I think you need a bit more paddling first.”
It’s right there. The climax is poised and ready. When he rubs my clit with his thumb, it breaks loose and I cry out in pleasure.
“Oops. Guess I waited too long.” He continues to tease my nipple while coaxing more contractions from my pussy with his digits.
It’s relentless now, forcing me to keep comin
g, and I’m powerless to stop him. I love this. Goosebumps break out all over my body once more, and I’m dizzy with need. No one has ever made me come this hard. I will give this man anything he wants tonight.
Anything.
Chapter Four
“Macie, that was incredible.” He removes his hands from my body. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m floating, Sir.”
“Good girl. Do you need a break before we continue?”
“No. Sir.”
“I need something, Macie.” He steps into my view, and I whimper. His cock is out of his jeans and he’s pulling on it, lazily, as if it isn’t huge and swollen, and he’s not in pain from the need to come.
“What do you need, Sir?” It’s difficult to hold back my laughter, though my urge to do so is not from amusement. I’m filled with joy. I hope he realizes that, and doesn’t assume I’m mocking him.
“How do you feel about giving blowjobs?”
Well, shit. Of all the things he could have asked me, he would pick that one. “Um, I have a confession.”
“Go on.”
“The last time … the only time I tried to give a man one, it didn’t end well.” That’s an understatement.
“What happened?”
“It’s a long story, Sir. I don’t want to spoil this for us.”
He gazes at me for a few seconds, stuffs his cock back into his pants, and proceeds to uncuff me. Tears spill over my lashes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“What? No. Hang on. I’m not upset.” After he has me free, he picks me up and carries me to a sofa. Actually carries me in his arms. His body is damp with sweat, as is mine, and it’s so intimate I’m trembling once more.
When he sits, it’s with me in his lap. His face is right in front of mine. “You have nothing to apologize for.” He wipes my tears. No one has done that for me since my grandmother used to do it. “I didn’t want to have a serious discussion with you tied up, and this sounds serious.”
“I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“I asked you to. Tell me what happened, please.”
