by A. C. Melody
His thick cock stretched and filled her a lot further than the butt plug, but that device had done well to prepare her body for him. Anal sex didn’t hurt her anymore, she had enough experience with it, but Felix’s cock was so much bigger than what she was used to. It was the fullness, the divine stretching that had her toes curling. He rocked back, pushed forward and slid even deeper. On the third attempt, he hit the bottom of her ass, his balls slapping against her pussy. Tessa’s grip on the chains tightened with another outcry. The pleasure zipped right to her clit and throbbed.
“No coming,” he reminded her through clenched teeth, swearing under his breath as he waited for her body to relax around his girth.
Unable to form words, Tessa groaned. The act of her muscles clenching and stretching around his cock sent electric jolts of pleasure through every nerve ending. She wasn’t even sure which one of them he was trying to torture anymore, but by the sounds of his hissing breaths, she was far from being the only one affected. Once her muscles relaxed, accepting his claim over her ass, he didn’t hesitate to slide his hand up into her hair and grab hold.
“What’s your safe word, little fox?”
“Red, Master,” she whispered, a tangle of fear and lust slamming together.
“Good girl. Your ass feels amazing around my cock, Tessa. I can feel your fucking pulse,” he said with a thick voice. “It goes without saying that I don’t want to hear your safe word, but if you fail to use it when you really need to, you will not like the consequences. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she exhaled, her fear diminishing.
“Just hold tight, my sweet vixen.”
Tessa had little choice but to obey when she was twisted and chained up like a pretzel, but it turned out that hadn’t been a suggestion. It had been a warning. Just not how she’d expected. Felix didn’t ravage her ass by driving into her at wild speeds. He completely dominated her ass by making sure she felt each stroke and withdraw in every dark, remote recess of her body. By plunging deeper, staying deep and riding hard. Every time he thrust home, he pushed harder, held longer, until she was crying from the overwhelming sensations. Tears streamed from her eyes, soaking her face, because the pleasure was crushing her.
A moment of relief was awarded to her when Felix pulled almost all the way out, but then he slid the dildo into her pussy again. Just like he’d done with the butt plug, he started fucking her in opposing directions for several moments, so she was never empty, before he filled her all the way. It was too much. She was way too full and bound, unable to move to disperse the pressure or pleasure.
“Master!” she screamed.
“Yes, Tessa, come!” he ordered.
Happiness swept through her, because she wouldn’t have been able to stop it. The orgasm had already been there, just waiting for his permission, and it hit her hard. So fucking hard. She gulped in air and her lungs still felt starved, her entire body bucking with each wave of pleasure.
“Fuck!” Felix growled. “Good girl!”
Tessa was still gasping as he held the dildo in place and fucked her ass with fast, ruthless strokes, his hips rocking into her with bruising force and grinding, pushing, holding. It didn’t take long before she felt the brewing storm churning deep within again, fed by his relentless intensity. Her heart tripped up even as she yielded to the desire to feel it unleashed. It was bigger than the first one and she just knew it was going to wipe her out. There was no way she’d survive pleasure of that magnitude twice.
“Master,” she cried, startled.
“Not yet, little fox,” he denied, possessing her folded body with the rough glide of his hand, his fingertips gripping and claiming everything they touched.
He leaned over her further, covered her as he drove his cock into her ass faster, not losing a single inch of depth. With one hand keeping the dildo buried deep in her pussy, the other fisted in her hair again and he buried his face between her shoulder blades just below her collar.
Tessa was awash with his delicious hot breath, and the all-consuming ecstasy threatened to tear her apart. Every harsh exhale from her throat was another cry of pleasured torment, and just as her Master had proven before, those sounds fueled his passion. His thumb moved over the end of the dildo, switching it on, and they both roared.
“Now, Tessa...fuck, come now,” he seethed.
She was afraid to let go, afraid of the damage it would cause. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he groaned right over her. “It’s a big one, Tessa, I can feel how tightly wound you are. Give it all to your Master right now.”
She couldn’t fight it any longer. Not when he was completely entangled with her, dominating every inch of her while commanding her release. It was a battle on all fronts, and she was too submerged in all of the tiny pleasures to stand a chance against the biggest one.
The orgasm hit as a single giant force, then it split in two; a strong, resonating rapture from where his cock plunged deep in her ass, and a piercing pleasure that quaked through her pussy and clit. Tessa cried out the word Master, but it emerged warped and elongated with the breathless force of ecstasy. Tremors from her climax struck at random throughout her entire being, but between Felix and the chains, there was nowhere for it to go. Her muscles clamped around him, dragging harsh and ragged moans from his chest while drawing out the aftermath of her own release.
Felix ditched the dildo and let loose, fucking her ass fast and hard a few times, before his entire body tightened around her and he stilled. It was Tessa who screamed his release for him when his teeth sank into the meat of her shoulder with fierce, seething groans. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he soothed the bite with his lips and tongue.
“Mmm, little fox,” he exhaled, his voice rough and dripping with smug delight. “My dirty little girl. This ass is all mine now.”
“Just now, Master?” she slurred in a tease, not even close to arguing with him, since no one had ever fucked her ass that damn good before.
His laugh was a warm, deep vibration where all their body parts connected. Which was pretty much everywhere for her. “You’re right, it’s always been mine. You can’t pass out on me yet, pet, we still need to get ready for bed.”
Tessa groaned in mild complaint, though she smiled from the sound of his laughter. From the fact that she was able to cause it every now and again. With eyes closed, she reveled in the feel of his lingering touch. The way his fingertips whispered over her sensitive skin, igniting faint currents of lust that refused to dissipate all the way.
“Just fucking gorgeous,” he muttered under his breath.
It sounded more like a thought to himself than a compliment for her benefit, but she found a sweet warmth blooming through her body from it, anyway. She was too blissed out to care if that was dangerous or not.
Untwisting from her bound position was far more painful than anything Tessa had endured throughout the day. Felix made up for it by drawing a nice hot bubble bath, where he carried her after stripping her bare. That included her collar, which was a downside for them both. She exhaled a long, grateful moan as the heat seeped all the way to the marrow of her bones and eased the soreness of her limbs. Felix scooted her a little closer between his legs and massaged the worst of her sore spots. By the time he was done, her body felt like it was made of mush, and just like the night before, she found it all too easy to snuggle back into the solid cradle of his chest. She fantasized about sleeping right there, wishing water wasn’t so damaging to skin, so she could stay in her blissful cocoon of hot, fragrant water and delicious, naked man.
If only her Master wasn’t so intuitive. With a deep chuckle, he kissed the top of her head and brushed the damp hair from her cheek.
“No sleeping in the tub, little fox.”
Fun hater.
He toweled her dry and replaced her collar, before they both got ready for bed at their respective sinks. Felix combed and braided her hair for the night, then patted her ass to prompt her out of t
he bathroom.
“Come on, we’ve had a long, eventful day,” he said. “Time for my little fox to get tucked into her cage.”
Tessa was trudging ahead of him toward the cage when she spied the stuffed wolf sitting on his armchair where he’d left it. She paused and looked over her shoulder at Felix.
“Master, can I...?” she gestured to it.
He arched a brow at her. “You want to sleep with a stuffed animal, Tessa?”
His tone was a little teasing, but there was something sultry lurking beneath it that had her insides heating up again, despite her genuine fatigue.
“Please?”
He crossed to the chair and retrieved the wolf. “How long were you a princess?” he asked, stepping right into her personal space.
Her cheeks reddened, worried he was going to complain that her behavior was still suffering from that previous dynamic, just like he had about the Victorian household.
“About eight months.”
“Did you like it?”
“It was okay,” she replied, not wanting to delve into it too much.
Not that it had been a horrible experience. It had been quite enlightening throughout, teaching her more about what she was looking for in the lifestyle, and a lot of what she wasn’t.
“Why did it end?” he pressed.
Tessa inhaled a short breath, and found it wasn’t as uncomfortable to think about as she’d feared. Was that time or circumstance?
“We didn’t agree on my needs.”
To her surprise, Felix laughed. He nuzzled the side of her neck with the stuffed wolf and kissed the tip of her nose.
“I’m sure you didn't,” he said with confidence. “You can’t be confined to a single role, little fox. You’re definitely a sub who needs a Master of more than one brand of kink.”
Like him? But, his words didn’t just allude to that frightening temptation, they also reminded her of the giant Wheel of Torture and all the sadistic things he was experienced with, which he might be missing.
“I noticed you have quite a selection of kink yourself, Master,” she cautioned.
“Did you?” he remarked as he led her to the door of her cage. “Would that have been when you won your anal hook, pet?”
She worried her bottom lip and nodded.
“Guess we both lucked out,” he repeated his earlier words with a teasing smile. “Do you know what would’ve happened had you come back to me with a cat-o-nine tails, little fox?”
Though she hadn’t, just the idea of him using that thing on her had Tessa’s body tensing. She’d never be able to handle it and knowing that filled her with something close to regret or remorse, she wasn’t sure which.
“No, Master,” she whispered.
His expression sobered. “It would’ve made a pretty decoration in the playroom,” he answered. “Look at me.”
She forced her gaze to meet his, though it felt terrible.
“Tessa, I know we’re still working on the trust part, that it’s only been little more than twenty-four hours, but I would never break one of your Hard Limits. I have your file. I know what you’re capable of, and what you’re not.”
There was little relief when she exhaled, because doubt was right there to slap it around.
“Wouldn’t you want to, though, Master? Use it, I mean?”
He pinched her chin and raised her face to his. “I had forty-nine other subs to choose from at the auction, Tessa,” he reaffirmed. “Many of whom would’ve happily bled for my whips. I chose you.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth worked in silence for a moment, shamed by that point. She’d forgotten that he would’ve heard all of the sub’s experiences listed off before the auction had even started, not just hers.
“You’re right, Master, I’m sorry I questioned it.”
“Don’t apologize for having questions about me or this dynamic,” he reprimanded. “I would much rather know your concerns and hear your desires and fantasies, a point that we seem to keep coming back to.”
“I was just worried that you’re not getting everything you want out of this.”
“Let me worry about what I want,” he said. “I have that well in hand already. I’m the Master, you’re the sub. I understand your desire to be pleasing, but you already know that all that takes is being a good girl. Follow your rules and protocols, listen and trust in your Master’s decisions and directions. Most importantly, Tessa, communicate clearly and openly. None of this is new to you, is it?”
“No, Master.”
He nodded in confirmation. “You know well enough that dominants don’t come equipped with the mystical ability to read minds. If we’re to establish trust, Tessa, we must communicate. We’re going to cover this more tomorrow, but right now we’re both exhausted and in need of sleep.”
Tessa sighed, but acquiesced. “Okay, Master.”
“On your knees.”
She knelt as he took a leather strand from the pocket of his robe and unlocked the door to her cage. He lowered to his knees right in front of her and cupped her face, tilting it up higher.
“Master gets his goodnight kiss, first,” he said, before taking her mouth with his for a complete devouring. “Mmm, in you go.”
He held the door open with one hand, placing the other on her back and letting it slide right down to her bare ass, as she crawled into the cage.
“That color suits your ass so well, my pet.”
“Thank you, Master,” she said, feeling a little smug about it now that the marks no longer hurt as much.
After covering her with the blanket, he tucked the stuffed wolf into her arms and Tessa couldn’t keep from smiling like a goofball over that, hiding her face behind the soft fur. It turned out her Master didn’t need to see it to know it was there, since he chuckled at her. Then, he leaned in for a final, smoldering kiss that left her lips warm and tingly.
“Goodnight, my little princess fox,” he purred, caressing his thumb over the curve of her mouth before retreating.
“Goodnight, Master.” She smiled.
When he turned the key in the lock, their eyes clashed and held, the air charging all around them. After a moment, he pulled the key free from the door and rose to his feet. Tessa yawned and listened to him close the suite down for the night, followed by all the lights being turned off. He disappeared into the bathroom, so Tessa’s mind began its nightly routine of replaying all that had happened during the day. She picked apart and examined each moment, because it always helped settle her mind into sleep faster.
She’d already begun to doze off when the bathroom light went dark at last and the entire suite was instantly awash in blue, tropical moonlight. She barely heard Felix climb into bed, her eyes closed, body relaxed and mind drifting.
She had no idea how long she’d been asleep before she startled awake. Something was happening with her body. A tightening of the muscles in her right calf. She tried to move into a different position, but that shoved the warning tightness right into clenching, teeth-breaking pain, as her foot tried to curl in on itself. Tessa jolted upright, her first instinct to stand and put pressure on the bottom of her foot. When she hit her head on the ceiling of the cage, she panicked. Crying as the cramp grew more severe, she tried to get her leg under her, but there was no room.
“Master!” she cried out in desperation, almost breathless from her entire leg and foot being locked in a Charlie Horse cramp she couldn’t relieve. “MASTER!”
She was so trapped in the pain and frantic need to relieve it, she almost didn't hear him jump out of bed and rush to her cage. He grabbed the security hatch and wrenched the top open. Tessa tried to jump to her feet with the new space, but fell back on her ass with a wailing cry.
“Tessa, what is it?” Felix demanded, his tone frightened as he reached into the cage and lifted her from it.
“Hate it!” she wailed. “I hate that fucking cage! I need...cramp, cramp! Oh, God, it hurts, I need to stand!”
She sobbed, struggling ag
ainst his hold until she could place all her weight on her foot and start relieving the pain at long last. Of course, it only hurt worse before it started getting better. Slumped against Felix’s naked chest, she sniffled back tears as she felt all the muscles gradually unlock and loosen. He kept a grip on her arms, holding her upright. The moment she could breathe like normal again, her words came rushing back to slap her right in the face with immediate, shame-filled horror.
“Master,” she began, ready to beg for forgiveness.
“Are you okay?” he asked, ignoring her apology.
She deserved it, but it stung. “I am now, Master, but—”
He kissed the top of her head, before gripping her face in both hands and lifting it. She’d been expecting the darkness of his expression; her words had been uncalled for and harsh. But the darkness of his left eye floored her. Tessa’s entire body stilled with shock, her eyes widening as she stared through tear-blurred vision at two different colored eyes. One light, one dark. She wasn’t just seeing things, it wasn’t a trick of the moon darkened room—Felix had two distinctly different colored eyes.
“You scared the fucking life out of me, Tessa,” he confessed, oblivious to her reaction, or more likely, the cause of it. “Stay put.”
She blinked at nothing as he walked away. Her breath was still trapped when the bathroom light flicked on. Seconds seemed to drag into minutes, before she heard him running the taps on both sinks. He had to have noticed. Wouldn’t he have looked in the mirror and realized what he’d just revealed to her? She wondered if he’d be angry or embarrassed, or if he’d be resigned and which of those would be the worst.
Tessa didn’t know how to react when he returned with a hot washcloth and a cup of cold water. The bathroom light remained on, lighting his way and showcasing his phenomenal body decked in only a fitted pair of black boxer briefs, but she couldn’t keep her eyes from flicking to his. She couldn't determine anything, because the only light was illuminating him from behind, casting his entire face in shadow.
There was no doubt in her mind that what she’d seen was real. All the times she’d noticed one of his blue eyes seemed darker than the other...he must wear contacts, but why? She had no idea how to ask and it became painfully clear he hadn’t wanted her to know when he stopped right in front of her with the two blue irises she was used to seeing. Something in her chest twisted up tight and awkward.
