“Emma, when you are in this room, I expect you to be my submissive. All the protocols that are in place at the club are in place here. Do you understand?” I knelt down in front of her.
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Good.” I moved my head toward her breasts, and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and lightly biting it. Releasing it from my mouth, I turned my attention to the other nipple, before moving behind her. I knelt down behind her, placing the object I had in my other hand on the floor, in order to run my hands down her body. I was turned on already, my dick growing uncomfortably in my pants. I brushed her hair off her shoulder and neck, sweeping it to one side, and lowered my lips to her flesh. Kissing my way up her neck to her ears, I paused. “I am going to blindfold you, tie you to the cross, and flog you. Afterward, I am going to tie you to the bed, and drip candle wax all over your nipples and clit. I am going to tease your senses until you are begging for my cock and your orgasm. When I place the blindfold on you, you are not allowed to come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
Her breath was short and quick, and I knew, if I placed my fingers in her sex, I would find her extremely wet. It still surprised me how quickly she responded to my touch, to my words.
“Yes, sir,” she said in between breaths.
“Good. Let’s start.” I picked up the black silk sash and secured it over her eyes, making sure it was tight and serving its purpose. I trailed my fingers over her shoulders and down the middle of her spine, feeling her shiver at the touch. “The blindfold is designed to allow your other senses to heighten. It will make everything that I do to you tonight that much more intense, that much better.” I knew she already knew this, but thought the tease would add to her already aroused state.
“Yes, sir.”
“Safe word, subbie.”
“Cupcake.” Even though I knew her safe word, asking her before every scene was a way to remind her that she had the power to stop a scene if she needed to.
“Cupcake it is. Now, Emma, remember that if something is getting too intense and you want to slow down, use the word ‘yellow’, and I will slow down. If you need the scene to stop, you will use your safe word. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. Yellow if uncomfortable or unsure. Safe word if I need to stop.”
“Good girl. Now, to your feet.” I watched as she stood up. I placed my hand on her arm and guided her to the St. Andrew’s cross. I positioned her so that her back was toward me and the front of her body was against the leather. I slowly lifted her right leg onto the leg rest attached to the bottom of the cross, and secured the cuff around her ankle, sliding my hands up her leg to the apex of her thighs before slowly sliding down her other leg to secure it in place. I could feel the heat radiate off her body as I approached her core, even though I didn’t touch it. My hands glided up the sides of her abdomen, grazing the sides of her breasts, before I secured her wrists in the cuffs above her. I stepped back and admired the view; Emma was spread-eagled and cuffed to the cross, a fantasy of hers.
“Now, Emma. Being tied to the cross was one of your fantasies. How are you feeling, pet?”
“Excited and aroused, sir.”
“Good. Let the fun begin.” I went to the middle of the room to where I had left the bullet and plug and retrieved the toys, along with a bottle of lube. “Emma, I am going insert a plug into your ass, and a toy into that tight little pussy of yours.” I saw her body tighten against the cross in anticipation. This was going to be a fun night. I made my way back over to the cross and to her, running my hand down her back and to the curves of her ass, inserting my finger into the split. I grazed the puckered hole with the pad of my finger, rimming the tight muscles. I could hear her breathing quicken as she pulled against the restraints. Generously, I applied lube to my finger and her asshole, again rubbing the outside of the area.
“Good girl. Now this will be more enjoyable if you relax and push out toward my fingers as I enter. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied in bated breaths, her voice no more than a whisper.
“Relax and push out when you are ready.” I continued to play with the skin around her anus, moving my fingers in a circular motion around the opening, waiting to feel her body relax and the pressure against my finger lessen. I started to insert my finger slightly into the tightness of her ass, and felt her push against it. Emma took a few deep breaths as I moved slowly into her ass, a little at a time. I could feel the tight muscles contracting against my finger as I moved it in and out at a slow pace, trying to not overwhelm her. On the fourth or fifth insertion, I added another finger, stretching the muscles a little more, again pumping my fingers into the tight, puckered orifice.
“God, Emma. I can’t wait to take your ass with my cock, and you are going to enjoy every moment of it.” I removed my fingers and lubed up the small plug that I had purchased for her; a metal acorn shaped plug with a pink jewel on the end. I positioned the plug at the opening of her ass and slowly pushed and turned it as I advanced it into the set of tight muscles, stretching her anus. Once the plug reached its destination, I stepped back and appreciated the view. God, she was beautiful. Strapped to the cross, blindfolded, her hair gracing her shoulder line, and the jewel in her ass.
I decided to forgo the bullet at the moment, and instead headed to the wall that held the floggers and crops. I chose a medium intensity flogger, one designed to thud more than sting, although the sight of the welts on her skin would be a welcome sight. I had flogged her before with a lighter intensity flogger in the dungeon, and decided that it was time to increase her limits, push her further, and finally take her to where she wanted to be. I remembered the way her skin flushed, her breathing quickened, and how wet she had become watching the scene at the club, and we were about to reenact that.
I slapped the flogger against the palm of my hand, testing the feel while signaling to her what was to come. Moving behind her, I ran the tails of the flogger lightly over her shoulders and back, quickly dancing them over her skin. Up and down over her back, ass, and the back of her thighs, desensitizing the areas before the picking up the intensity. I moved the flogger lightly over her upper back, high enough as to not endanger her kidneys, then moved it down over her ass cheeks, deepening the intensity a little to warm up her body. I hit the button to the iPod receiver in my pocket, and the musical selection that I had chosen, Peter Gabriel’s Passion, began. Emma’s skin was becoming a light shade of red, almost ready to take heavier impact. I continued to lightly land the tips of the flogger over the areas of Emma’s back and ass.
“How are you doing, sub?” I asked, pausing the impact, and moving my lips to her ear. I felt her body shiver with the contact, and her breathing was still deep and quick, a good sign she was heading into the beginnings of subspace. I was careful to not take her too far into it, as I still had other plans for her, yet bringing her to an adequate level would allow her body to handle and enjoy the scene.
“I’m okay, sir.” Her breath held, as I moved my hand around to her pussy, grazing my fingers on the outside of her cleft.
“I’m almost positive that if I push into your labia, I will find you intensely wet, am I correct?” I moved my fingers up and down her pussy, teasing her again. Feeling her body arch against the cross, I parted the eager lips, and did, indeed, find her aroused and wet.
“Good girl. Just as I thought. Are you ready for us to pick up the intensity?”
I watched as she nodded, having a difficult time formulating the words. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” I moved back into position behind her, and began letting the flogger strike her in a rhythm that provided a good sting against her skin; an overhand strike to the top of her left shoulder, and a backhand strike to the top right side, providing a figure eight movement. The sighs and quick breaths coming from Emma signaled that she was enjoying it. I continued with the movements, varying the degree of the impact and the motion. A sting here, a thud there, until
her body was red from the impact and arousal. I replaced the flogger with the crop that I had chosen, and began to flick the area of her inner thigh, being rewarded with grunts and moans from her. I could feel her body react to the slight snap of the crop head as the leather landed a few inches from her pussy. Her breathing deepened again, as I trailed the leather over her clit and through her wet folds. A quick flick of my wrist landed the tip on the outside of her pussy lips, eliciting a cry from her mouth.
“Oh God…”
Emma’s head landed against the side of her arm, as she processed the feelings and her own arousal. My fingers found her pussy and pushed inside. She was extremely tight, and I could feel the added pressure from the plug.
“God, Emma, your cunt is so tight.” I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her, as I laid a few strikes against her ass with the crop, leaving small red welts. I moved my fingers in and out of her tightness, and pressed my thumb onto her already hard and swollen clit, circling my finger, and tapping her piercing to add a little more sensation. Emma moaned as I continued my assault on hot, wet cunt, flicking her clit over and over, until I felt her pull against the restrains as every muscle in her body tightened, prepping her for her release. “Come for me, Emma. Give it to me.” I sped up the thrusting of my fingers, and watched as her orgasm overtook her. My fingers kept their pace as she rode out the aftershocks, finally relaxing her head against her arm.
Time to move on to part two.
“Ready for more, love?”
“Yes, sir.” The two words again set my dick into overdrive, as it tightened within my pants. I released her arms and legs from the restraints of the cross, and picked her up, carrying her over to the bed.
I looked down at her. She was placed in the middle of the king size bed, with her hair spread out over the sheets below her, and her eyes still blindfolded. I ran my hands up each of her arms, positioning them to where I wanted them, before securing each one with the crimson silk restraints. I secured her legs in the same manner, and paused, hovering over her.
“You are so beautiful. This next part will be so much fun.” Emma nodded and smiled, still unable to see anything. I knew she was still coming down from her first orgasm, and I planned on giving her a few more before I was done with her. I took her mouth with force before jumping off the bed to retrieve the candles for the next part of the night.
Chapter 22- Emma
I lay on the bed with my arms and legs restrained by the silk restraints. I could feel the coolness of the black silk sheets on the fire of my back. The flogger had left a slight rawness that I surprisingly enjoyed. Well, not too surprisingly! I had enjoyed the last flogging Marcus gave me. My body was anticipating what was coming next, and I was relying on my smell and hearing for any indications, since I couldn’t move or see.
I heard Marcus approach from the other side of the room, and heard the flick of a match and smelt the sulfur of the fire. It was time for the wax. I’d never done wax play. Hell, I hadn’t done too much before! But, for some reason, the anticipation of hot wax being poured on my body both aroused and panicked me. The room had gone quiet, and I moved my head back and forth, trying to find any semblance of where Marcus was. Not hearing anything except for the music playing in the background, I began to panic.
“Sir…” I said, waiting for a response. Nothing. “Yellow. YELLOW!” I yelled. Please, please come back. “Marcus! Yellow!” I didn’t want to end the scene, but the fact that I couldn’t hear him or feel him was bringing back memories of the last time Colin tied me to a bed and left me. I heard the door open and shut with force.
“Emma. Are you okay?” Marcus asked. He was back. The panic began to subside a little, as I realized he had removed the blindfold from my eyes and was starting to undo the restraints on my legs.
“No. Don’t.” My eyes pleaded with him.
“But you said yellow. That means we need to stop and talk.” He paused and placed his hands on my face.
“I started to panic. You weren’t here. Please. I want to continue.” I watched the emotion in his face. He was deciding if we should continue or not. “Please, sir. I’m fine now that you are back.” He studied my face for a minute.
“Okay. I had to run to the bathroom. Didn’t want to ruin the moment by telling you. I didn’t think it would have triggered the memories. I’m sorry. So sorry,” I giggled. I didn’t know what else to do.
“You’re forgiven. Now can we please continue?”
“Hell, yes.” He replaced the blindfold and retied the ankle he had undone. “Emma, I am going to cover you in wax, and then I am going to make you come until you beg me to fuck you with that plug still in your ass.” The rawness in his voice sent shivers straight to my core, and with my legs restrained, I couldn’t move to try and lessen the need that was building. I could feel my wetness start to drip down my inner thigh, a problem that I had never had before I met Marcus.
“Yes, sir.” The only words I could say. I lay on the bed waiting for him to move, waiting for the next thing. I knew he was still with me, as I could hear his breathing. I felt his finger dance across the top of my pubis, teasing my clit by flicking my piercing – a piercing, he has told me on numerous occasions, that he loves. The motion sent shocks deep into my core, building the tension I was fighting.
“Do not come until I give you permission, sub.”
Really? I was slipping further into sub space, and even though I had come just a little while ago, it felt as if I hadn’t come in ages.
“Emma, do you understand?” his voice curt. “I expect an answer when I give you an order, sub.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” I felt him shift on the bed without losing his grip on my wet pussy, the wetness still dripping down my inner thigh. I couldn’t tell where he was until his mouth took my nipple into it, sucking and teasing my areola until the hardened even more. Removing my breast from his mouth, I could feel the wetness linger on my nipple until the slight burning of the wax hit it, cooling almost immediately. I jerked my body as Marcus dripped more wax a little higher on my breast. I could feel the wax cool and tighten around my skin, sending pulses of pleasure straight to my core. The constant stimulation of my clit, and the unknown placement of the next hit of the wax, had my body on fire. Tingling in anticipation.
Marcus’s fingers plunged into my pussy, stroking the inner wall. It took everything I had to hold back the need to come. My body was over stimulated, as Marcus poured the wax onto my other nipple.
“OH GOD!” I was lost in a frenzy of emotions, feelings, and need. The pain sensation from the wax cooled almost as quick as my brain registered it was there, and Marcus’s fingers danced within me, pulling me closer and closer to the edge.
“Please sir. I need to come.”
“Not yet, pet. Not yet.” The bed shifted as Marcus moved himself lower and closer to my pussy. I was focusing too much on his fingers plunging in and out of my tight core, accentuated by the plug in my ass, when the hot liquid hit the sensitive nub at the top of my pussy.
“What the fuck…” I screamed, as the wax cooled and tightened around, sending me teetering on the edge. “Sir, I can’t hold it any longer!” I cried as the next drop of wax hit just to the side of my clit, sending me over the edge.
I barely heard Marcus’s command to come, as my body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure, pulling tightly on the restraints, as Marcus kept pouring the wax over the inner areas of my labia, until the after effects of my orgasm slowed. I felt Marcus rise from bed and felt him untie my legs.
“Flip over and get on your knees,” he commanded. I did as requested, crossing my arms in the process. I fell forward onto my forearms; my legs were still weak from the last orgasm. The bed shifted again, and I could feel Marcus’s body behind mine, rubbing his pelvis over the crack of my ass, pushing and playing with the plug as his erection teased the still sore skin.
I heard the tell-tale sound of his zipper and the rip of the foil packet. I waited for him
to take me, to impale me onto his thick cock, and thrust himself into my pussy. The sensations of the plug kept reverberating back to my core, building another storm. I still couldn’t see anything, but could hear Marcus’s breathing quicken, and felt the head of his cock linger at my opening. His hands came around to the sides of my hips, before grabbing me and thrusting inside.
“HOLY SHIT!” I screamed, as the fullness of his cock combined with the plug. I felt so full, I honestly didn’t know how he had any room. Marcus wasn’t lacking in that area at all.
“You feel amazing, Emma. Your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock, gripping it. This is going to be quick tonight. I’m in the mood for quick, rough sex.” His right hand came up off my hip and made its way to my clit, quickly peeling off the wax that covered it, sending another jolt of electricity to my core. His fingers teased my piercing, circling around my clit as he continued to pound into me. The fingers of his left hand dug into my hip as he increased his speed. I felt my body stir, the sensations taking over as my muscles tightened again.
“Come with me, Emma,” Marcus’s voice was full of need. A few more thrusts, and he was releasing his hot seed into my pussy, as I clenched around him again.
“Oh fuck me!” I heard him gasp as we collapsed on the bed together.
*****
Friday was here, and I was due at the bakery at eight for a consultation. I heard Marcus stirring in the kitchen, and opened my eyes to see what time it was. 7:15 a.m. Fuck! I sprinted out of bed, rummaging around to find where I’d left my clothes the night before. Since the photos had appeared at the bakery, I hadn’t spent much time at my brownstone, and I missed it. I ran out into the kitchen, naked as I still hadn’t found my clothes.
“Um, Marcus.” He turned to face me, stopping when he saw my predicament.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He smiled, and started to make his way toward me.
“Well, yeah. Um, my clothes. I’m due at the shop in forty five minutes, and I still have to go home and shower. Can you tell me where I left them?” I took a step back playfully, holding my hand out to stop him.
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