‘Yes, please,’ I nodded, excitedly, as I took deep gulps of air. He smiled but arched a brow at the same time.
‘Then pleasure you’ll have, but you’ll also receive a spank for not addressing me correctly.’
‘Shit,’ I uttered, as I looked at him wide eyed. I really wasn’t sure how I felt about being spanked. I’d never even received one as a child. I’d been too well behaved.
‘And now we’re up to two,’ he replied.
‘Seriously? But it’s my first time,’ I protested, as nerves flooded my body again.
‘Three.’
‘O no, Sir,’ I groaned and closed my eyes briefly, before looking back up at him, my eyes pleading with him not to subject me to this.
‘Four,’ he smirked.
‘But I said “Sir,” Sir,’ I objected, as I looked back at him.
‘You closed your eyes, angel. I warned you, eyes on me at all times when I’m in front of you,’ he reminded me, as he trailed his fingers delicately down my cheek. I gave him my best sad eyed look, but he didn’t relent. It was my first time doing this, surely he could show some leniency? I sighed as I realised he wouldn’t. This was what he wanted. He wanted me to try to follow his rules, but if I didn’t he wanted to punish me. This was a part of him that I was going to have to accept if I wanted him. And I still wanted him. Desperately. He crouched down in front of me and kissed me tenderly, his tongue performing a romantic dance with mine, as I struggled to keep my eyes open. Surely he couldn’t expect me to do that while we were kissing, or when I was … coming. He broke away and smiled as he stood up, then bent down and helped me up, leading me over to his sofa. He positioned me facing it, my knees against the soft leather cushioned seat. ‘Kneel,’ came his commanding voice.
I did as I was told immediately, nearly overdosing with a saturation of nerves. He was really going to spank me? I’d thought he’d do it over his knee or lap, like I’d read about in the countless erotic books I’d been reading to help with my acting role, as well as trying to understand why he needed this so much. I felt his hand in the small of my back and let out a defeated sigh as it moved slowly up my spine, sparks of electricity waking up my skin as he moved under my hair and gently gripped the back of my neck, swiftly forcing me to lie down. I turned my head to rest my cheek on the sofa, the cool leather giving welcome relief to my tender, hot, peaked nipples. I heard him kneel down behind me and took in a sharp breath of anticipation as his hand caressed one of my cheeks over the ruffled material, while the other remained anchored to the back of my neck, holding me in place.
‘Normally I’d do this on bare skin, I’d love to see your flesh turn a rosy pink, but you’re scared, I can feel it in your body, hear it in your breathing and the rapid beat of your heart. This time I’ll take it gently, let these sexy knickers take away some of the sting for you, but I’m going to need flesh on flesh at some stage tonight, angel. Now remember how good you felt when I bit your nipple last time. Pleasure and pain are separated by the finest of lines. Don’t concentrate on my slaps, concentrate on the feeling of excitement that will light up your sweet little cunt, making it even more juicy for me, as juicy as I’ll need it to be for when I slide this large cock of mine inside you later and make you scream my name.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I mewled, unsure of which emotion was getting the better of me. The anticipation was killing me. I wanted to please him, so badly, but I was frightened in case he took it too far. Four spanks, I reminded myself, how bad could they be? I screamed as the first one connected with my right cheek. More out of indignation, humiliation and shock, than pain. I knew it was coming, but I’d expected him to warn me first. I felt him rubbing the cheek that was currently smarting like hell, but heard him let out a slight groan. He really loved this and if I wanted him, I’d have to learn to love it too. I felt his hands switch on the back of my neck and he repeated the warm up on my left cheek, as I tried to relax and blow out some breaths of tension. I jolted as the spank connected and moaned. It stung, but the thought of what it was doing to him eased that a little. As he swapped hands again and the third slap rained down on my right cheek, I hissed through my teeth and my jaw dropped. What the hell was going on? I could feel my pussy quivering and my nipples throbbing as much as my backside. I moaned out loud as the fourth spank connected and felt a wave of moisture escape, completely ruining my knickers, as he gently rubbed each cheek.
‘O yes, I’d bet anything that you’re soaking wet right now. Wishing I was giving you more than four spanks,’ he chuckled. I blinked a few times, trying to bring myself back from my confused state. I didn’t want to be spanked! It was sort of degrading, but the dampness between my thighs told me that I was enjoying it. Still maintaining his grip on my neck I felt him kiss each of my heated cheeks over my knickers, then his wet tongue trailing up my spine, over each bony protrusion. He moved my hair out of the way and licked the back of my neck, then bit it and sucked, making me squeal. I was going to mark, he was marking me! We’d be having words about that. I quickly forgot my indignation as he worked his way along my shoulder, light delicate kisses, then retraced his steps and kissed me right in that spot on the side of my neck that had me melt, like butter in the warmth of the sun. ‘You smell so good, and I’m not talking about your perfume, angel. I can smell how aroused you are, that sweet scent of honey. You have me hard again, already,’ he murmured in my ear, as he ran his tongue around it and bit on my ear lobe and tugged.
‘I want you, Sir,’ I whispered, unsure if that would incur another spank for speaking when he hadn’t asked me a question. Surely expressing desire for him was allowed?
‘How much, Summer?’
‘Like I’ll die if I don’t have you inside me soon,’ I whined, like a moody teen, beyond frustrated.
‘Excellent, just how I want you, but now you’ve incurred another two spanks, which I’ll do on your bare rump, for speaking out of turn and then not addressing me correctly,’ he chuckled as he gripped my shoulders and raised me back up onto my knees, pulling me back against his chest. I groaned with frustration as I felt his erection pressing into my back. I didn’t just want him, I needed him, but damn him for being so harsh, when I was just telling him how badly I wanted him. ‘But first I think I owe you some pleasure, for trying so hard and pleasing me,’ he added, his voice softening. I nodded vigorously, as I bit my bottom lip and twisted my head to look up at him. He dipped his head and gifted me his tongue, eating me as hungrily as I did him. I moaned with excitement into his mouth, as one of his hands moved to squeeze my aching breast then slid down my toned stomach. I whimpered pathetically, as his fingers slid down the inside of my knickers, parting my swollen lips and nudging my clit. ‘Damn it, you’re soaked,’ he breathed against my cheek, the excitement in his tone palpable. ‘I can’t wait to lick you again. See if you taste as good as I remember.’
I nodded as I started to pant again, while he coated his fingers in my arousal and started to circle my sensitive clit. ‘Ahhhh,’ I cried, the anticipation had worked me up to the point of orgasm, even without his light, expert, touch.
‘Let me hear it, angel. Let me hear you come, let me hear your moans and screams,’ he demanded, forcefully, as he bit on the side of my neck and his fingers continued to work their magic. I felt my eyes rolling as the glorious feeling started to spread, igniting my core. I’d been masturbating, a lot, since that last night with him all that time ago, but while I could make myself come now, nothing compared to the skill of his fingers working on and in me. My orgasms had the power of a sickly kitten’s mewl, when compared to the majestic and fearsome lion’s roar with the ones he gave to me. I felt my body starting to tense as pleasure rippled outwards. I was going to come. Already. It was pitiful that I had so little control around him.
‘Yes, yes, yes,’ I moaned, as he applied more pressure and I started to writhe my hips in time with the movements of his fingers. He grasped my breast, easing my nipple up slightly, freeing it from the lace half cup. He tugged i
t as he ran his lips up and down my cheek and my clit started to vibrate intensely. ‘O God … I’m going to … O God.’
‘Come for me, angel. Give me the first of many orgasms tonight. I own all of them now, from this moment to the end of time,’ he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, which he licked away, as my body was battered by a climax that tore through my body like a tornado, leaving utter devastation in its wake.
‘Lucas,’ I cried at the top of my voice and heard him purr with pleasure to hear me call his name.
The Cross
Lucas Logan Steel
I groaned as she came, crying out my name at the peak of her climax. I’d longed for that since the first time she’d called out “Logan,” all that time ago. She’d booked me as Logan Steele that first time, and had known me as Logan Steele for some time, up until that night she’d agreed to see me just as friends until she was ready to take our relationship further. I smiled as I remembered that day, how I’d broken every speed limit known to man, as I’d driven my BMW like a formula one driver, across the streets of London, to hammer on her front door. She’d opened it and I’d hauled her into my arms and kissed her like a man possessed. She’d warned me that we wouldn’t be doing anything, I’d warned her I’d be kissing her whether she liked it or not, and damn, had I kissed her. She nearly fainted and went limp in my arms. When she’d moaned the name Logan, as our lips had finally parted, I’d told her the truth immediately. Logan Steele was the name I was known by when it came to my escorting and personal training career. My real name was Lucas Logan Steel, Logan having been my late grandfather’s name. It had been a surreal experience, to hear someone other than my parents call me Lucas. James, my regular driver, and Ian my IT guy, both called me Sir. Even my best friend Dan knew me as Logan. We’d met in a sex club, trying to pick up the same submissive for a night of pleasure. I’d never really felt like a Lucas, I’d called myself Logan for as long as I could remember, but hearing that name coming from Summer felt wrong. Like I was still being paid by her. I associated “Logan” with my escorting career now. The name Lucas on her lips, was like a prayer, like divine music to my ears. It just felt natural.
I kissed her cheek and held her tightly, until her trembling body calmed down, then I slowly withdrew my wet fingers, putting one against her lips, encouraging her to suck. It made my cock stiffen even more when she did, when I felt that tug as she hollowed her cheeks, reminding me of her near flawless blow job technique. She had an inherent natural ability. She’d been practicing on something, I trusted that it wasn’t another man, but it was obvious from the way she’d taken me in so far. I was going to teach her to deep throat, but then again I only lasted minutes as it was, did I really want her that good that I came in seconds? I pulled my finger out, put the other in my mouth and closed my eyes as the sweet taste of her flooded my mouth. Damn it, that was so hot.
I reached down to undo the cuffs and shoved them in my jacket pocket. I’d put them back on her later if she wasn’t too worn out. I quickly stood and lifted her up into my arms as she gazed up at me, her big bright blue eyes shining with something that I didn’t dare question. Not yet. I needed to know if she could handle me sexually first. Feelings could come later. I dipped my head and let my lips press against hers, smiling internally as she responded with the sweetest of kisses I’d ever had. She still tasted of strawberries. Her arms slipped under my jacket, holding me tightly around the waist, as I carried her to the spare room. I’d tried to make it less scary for her, she’d had a freak out when she’d accidentally come in here last time, witnessing my custom made four poster bed with its hooks for restraints, and then the BDSM St. Andrews cross. I’d lit relaxation candles, sprinkled rose petals on the sheets and put some frangipani oil out, in case I needed to give her a massage to relax her.
‘It’s ok,’ I whispered gently, as I opened the door and felt her tense in my arms. ‘I promised you that I wouldn’t take you beyond what I think you can handle, and you have your safe words. You promise me you’ll use them if you need to?’
‘Yes, Sir, but …’ she stalled and dropped her eyes to my chest.
‘But what?’ I frowned, as I pushed the door behind me with my foot.
‘You told me that this is part of you, that you need this. What if I can’t handle it? What if you don’t want me anymore because I can’t give you what you need?’
‘You’re what I need, angel. You’re what I’ve always needed. Let’s try this before we worry about tomorrow, ok?’ I replied, in as reassuring a voice as I could. I kissed her forehead tenderly, trying to soothe her nerves. I needed to show her the extent of my sexual preferences. Not all tonight of course, but the night did include some of my preferred items of cuffs, shackles, bondage tape and rope, blindfolds, gags, anal play, spanking, paddles and orgasm denial. All of these were part of my wish list for her, but I’d never gone as far as suspension, or complete trussing up of a woman, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I think she’d done some research and had seen pictures, or read about, the extremes of BDSM and had got herself worked up. I set her down in front of my cross, hauled her against my body and kissed her again, kissed her until I felt her relaxing, as she clung to my jacket lapels in an attempt to hold herself upright. I slowly walked her backwards until she was leaning against the section of smooth polished wood that joined in the centre. ‘Give me your right wrist,’ I whispered against her soft lips, unbelievably excited to finally have someone to share my passion and unused room with. She hesitated for a second, but when she looked up into my eyes and I gave her a reassuring nod, she did as she was told.
I twisted one of the metal hooks in the cross and moved it down the chrome grooves until it was at the right height for her, then twisted it again to lock it into place. I then lifted her wrist and kissed it, before grabbing one of the four leather cuffs, adorned with metal D rings, off the small table at the side of me, buckling one around her wrist and attaching it to the hook, suspending her arm from the cross. I kissed her as I heard her breathing picking up speed, then repeated with her left wrist. I clasped her face again and pressed my body up against hers, kissing her forcefully, easing some more of the tension out of her, then dropped to my knees, laying a trail of kisses across her toned stomach, groaning as the scent of her sex assaulted my nostrils. Full of excitement, I gripped the edge of her knickers and swiftly pulled them down, ordering her to step out of them. I couldn’t look up, I couldn’t see her sweet cunt, or I’d want to dive face first into it and lick her to another climax. I needed to show some restraint. I chuckled to myself at my ironic pun, as I adjusted the hooks at the bottom of the cross and gently coaxed her ankles into position, spreading her legs wide, restraining them as I had her hands, with the final set of cuffs. I ran my lips over each of her thighs, on the strip of soft skin where the top of her stocking ended and gritted my teeth to be so close to her. One taste wouldn’t ruin it, surely? I darted my tongue out and swept it slowly through her, gathering her moisture and lingering on her clit, as she gasped then let out an impassioned cry above me. I licked my lips at the taste of her again, she still tasted so sweet, just like the purest of honeys. I forced myself to rise up and step back, to take in the effect of my tethered angel.
‘Fuck,’ I groaned, testosterone flooding my body and rushing to my cock, which I reached down to squeeze, to ease the unbearable ache. She looked so damn hot, spread like that for me, easily accessible for me to play with, or fuck, with no way of escape. The thought of tying her up like that, facing the wall, so I could spank her pink and then pound that virgin backside of hers nearly had me combust on the spot. I blew out a deep calming breath, she wasn’t ready for that yet, I could be patient. I’d been damn patient for the last fourteen months, but no way did I want to be waiting another fourteen to break in that tender arse of hers. ‘How do you feel?’ I asked, gruffly.
‘Hot, hot and bothered,’ she whispered. Her cheeks turned a delicious shade of pink as I studied her per
fect, virtually naked, form.
‘Sir,’ I snapped, reminding her.
‘Sorry, Sir,’ she grimaced. ‘I’m hot, bothered and very wet, Sir.’
‘Excellent,’ I smirked, full of pride that my efforts were having the desired result. I stepped forward and ran my index fingers inside the lace edge of her bra cups, pushing them right under her large breasts. I dipped my head and gently sucked on a nipple, then tugged on it with my teeth, coaxing it to grow larger as she moaned above me. I looked up at her, at her eyes which were glazing over, she was so damn responsive, if I carried on she was liable to come. Orgasm training was something we were definitely going to have to work on. I held her gaze as I applied pressure with my teeth. Her eyes widened, as her mouth formed a large perfect circle in surprise. I chomped my teeth a couple of times, until she squealed and tried to writhe, but her restraints stopped her movement, making my cock jerk again. I straightened up, winked at her and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I chuckled when I heard her call “Sir?” in a confused voice behind me. I went to the kitchen and grabbed myself a glass of water and sliced lime, draining it to cool myself down. We had all night, I didn’t want to rush this. I grabbed a bowl and opened the freezer, removing the ice cube tray and popping some into the bowl, then strode back to the bedroom purposefully.
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