I put my hand on the small of her back and lead her over to the spanking bench.
It’s a custom piece, leather-bound with padded knee-stands and arm rests, along with an amply stuffed chest piece for her to lay face down on without disturbing her nipple piercings.
She climbs on with no inhibitions. So damn brave. I help place her limbs in the correct position. Her pussy is exposed so beautifully and I can already see that she’s wet. She responds so well to her Master.
The rush of adrenaline hits me all at once and we’ve barely even started. I want to ride this high forever.
“Don’t move,” I order, then quickly, I walk to a nearby cabinet and gather supplies. I’m back only moments later, running a smooth length of rope between my fingers.
“Keep still,” I whisper again as I begin to bind her wrists, looping the rope down to her elbows and capturing her in place like a beautiful butterfly pinned to a board, first one arm and then another. I want her to feel the constraint like an embrace, holding her still, folding her in. Keeping her safe.
Then I move to her ankles and repeat the same process there, winding the rope up her calves and binding her in place. Her toes flex in response and I smooth a hand down her skin after I’m done.
“Good girl.”
The bindings have spread her legs even wider, her pussy perfectly exposed. Along with that gorgeous ass of hers.
I can’t help running a hand down her spine and then grabbing both globes in a harsh, massaging grip. She squirms underneath me and uses the smallest, limited bit of movement she has to lift her hips and push more into my grasp.
Her enthusiasm for my touch and our play—gods, it gets me every time. I squeeze harder, digging my thumbs in as I massage her flesh.
But no, I can’t let myself get distracted.
I have a plan. And new toys.
I pull away from her and walk over to the newest toy. I have to wheel it over. She tries to look over her shoulder to see what I’m doing, but I prepared. The bench is angled so that she’s got no view.
“I’ve got a surprise in store for you, pet.”
I prepared it earlier today and I wheel it right up to her opening. I didn’t get the height quite right and I have to make some adjustments. But with just a few turns of the lever, the contraption with the large dildo on a retractable pump is ready to go.
I start slow and add a little lube to the huge, flesh colored vibrator.
I don’t turn it on at first, just wheel it even closer so that she can feel the large silicon cock at the lips of her sex.
I’ve moved over to her side so I can see the look on her face. One of the highest thrills of being a Dom is watching every reaction on her face to each new sensation I introduce.
She’s surprised and, I note, a little disappointed.
“I wish it was you,” she whispers. Her words make my chest tighten in pleasure, but still I lean over and whisper right in her ear, “You have to earn Master’s cock in your pussy.”
And fuck me, but I enjoy the shiver that runs down her spine and the goosebumps that rise all over her pretty flesh.
More rise when I continue, “But right now you’re going to be fucked the way Master wants. And you’re going to love every minute of what I do to your body.”
She nods even as a large, explosive breath puffs out of her chest.
“Now relax, kitten, and take what Master gives you.”
I run my hands down both of her hips and then nudge the contraption closer, penetrating her pussy.
She gasps as she opens to it.
It’s large. Larger than almost any man. It’s stretching her.
I keep an eye on her face, hungry to experience every new moment of sensation with her. Where I’m taking her, I want to participate in every moment of the journey.
I bite my lip even as my cock fights at the seam of my pants.
“That’s right, kitten. Now we’re going to start moving.”
She hiccups a breath but then nods.
I keep one hand on her hip as I turn the machine on to its lowest setting, both vibration wise and pistoning in and out.
But no matter how prepared she thought she was, nothing could have equipped her for the machine and the monster cock attached to it.
Her hands grip desperately at the leather of the bench and her toes curl as the vibrator begins to slowly invade her, in and out. It comes out covered in her juices, slick and glistening.
“It’s stretching you so wide, isn’t it?” I breathe out. “You can barely stand it. But you’ll do it for Master, won’t you?”
She nods, looking up to where I stand. “Yes. For you.”
“You can take it. I’ll never give you more than you can take. You know that.”
She nods, and tears glisten in her eyes. But they aren’t tears of pain. Her body has relaxed, her grip loosened. “I trust you,” she whispers and her eyes flutter closed.
She’s giving herself over to it.
Truly submitting.
Trusting me completely.
And the flood of power and security and control at her trusting me to take her there, at being with her in this moment—
I want more.
I want it all.
I remove the mask I’ve been wearing and set it aside. Daphne’s eyes widen when I stalk around the bench, viewing her from every angle. I’m not going to take it easy on her. That’s not what she needs right now.
“Beg me for more.”
A line creases her forehead even as she starts to squirm on the bench. I know the expression well. She’s chasing her pleasure and wants to please me. Gods, the rush—
More. I need more than just watching. I need contact. I need to be more intimately connected. Now. Because I need this as much as she does.
I pour lube on my finger and then I approach her backside. I know where I want to go. I need her to open herself completely.
This willingness to trust her is so new and if I’m honest, there are still doubts… But if I can strip her bare, take her to her deepest, most vulnerable place and connect with her there, then maybe I’ll finally know the truth for certain.
“Open for me,” I command. “Don’t hold anything back.”
I slide my finger down her ass and approach her dark little rosette. I don’t wait or give her time to brace. That’s the whole point. No hiding.
I tease my finger around her anal entrance and then press inside.
Her muscles are loose. Maybe from last night, or maybe because it’s impossible to clench while she’s being plowed by the machine.
That doesn’t mean she doesn’t notice the intrusion. She cries out and her entire body shudders. She feels everything, might even be more hypersensitive.
And I love it. I love every second of feeling her hot, tight body coiled around my finger. I love feeling the jolt as the vibrator bottoms out inside her and pulls back, and her little oofs and moans of surprise and pleasure.
I’m opening her up in every way.
I press another finger in and finally, I meet some resistance. She’s taken me before, but not with a cock in her pussy at the same time.
“I don’t know if I can,” she whines.
“You can and you will.”
“But—”
“I am your Master and you trust me. Now give your body over to me. Give yourself to me completely.”
I crank the machine a notch higher and it begins fucking her faster. She jolts with every thrust in and I continue my exploration of her ass.
I don’t intend for this to go quickly. I want her body worn out. At its limits.
So I continue to explore her ass to my heart’s content, delighting in the contours of her body and feeling her every reaction from the inside as she gives in.
She gives in, but never stops reacting. It’s part of what makes her so special. She never takes a moment for granted. She continues to feel everything.
She’s impossible and refuses subspace almost willfully, like sh
e’s so desperate to hold onto every second of feeling and sensation.
But I’ll take her there. I’m determined to give her that gift. To take her so far inside her body that she’s able to float out of it.
I withdraw my fingers and quickly wash my hands at a sink in the corner, then return and pick up a soft leather flogger.
“You trust me, so give yourself over to me.” I run the flogger over her ass and then flick it, smacking her bottom with the tresses.
I continue in a rotating infinity pattern, raining down smacks in a pattern that has her ass quickly turning a beautiful pink.
Every couple of minutes, I pause and check her face. I’ve been keeping it light. At this point, I just want the buildup of a slow intensity.
But I think I’m getting where I want to go, because her moans have been getting lower and deeper and her eyes have dropped to half-mast. We’ve been at it for about twenty-five minutes.
Her inhibitions are down. She’s giving in. It’s an almost unconscious process, but for it to work, it requires absolute trust.
I want to prolong it. I’m not nearly ready to let this go, I feel like a fucking conqueror with her so limp and compliant and riding high beneath me, her body a ship I’m carefully captaining.
It’s time to relax for a little now, to prepare for what will eventually come. I massage her ass, rubbing in the sting while not creating any more. Again her moans deepen. I want to record the sound to play back on repeat.
I’m hard as stone but it’s not important right now. I have a job to do and I mean to do it perfectly.
For the next ten minutes, I keep her at altitude by applying a heavier smack with the flogger every minute or so and then continuing with my massage. In truth, I’m as desperate for the contact with her flushed skin as I’m hoping she is. If her satisfied moans are anything to go by, she’s loving every single thing happening to her.
When I check her face next, she looks even further gone and I know it’s time. Higher impact, another intense five-minute push. I switch out the flogger for a cane and start to stripe her ass, up and down.
She jerks and groans with every strike, her body trembling and pussy suctioning and slurping and making fucking pornographic noises around the vibrator as it thrusts in and out of her.
At the end of the five minutes I toss the cane away and pick up the small pocket vibrator, switching it on and moving to her side. I reach underneath her hip, around to her clit.
She jolts and cries out in ecstasy the moment I make contact. I bend over her body and hold onto her ass, one finger curving towards her hole. I want to touch every inch of her possible.
“Break for me,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to her ear. “Break for me and give me everything.”
She howls and shudders as her orgasm breaks, tears streaming down her cheeks in huge rivulets.
“That’s right,” I murmur, bending even closer. “Yes, that’s so good. Don’t hold back. Give me it all.” The whole time I keep mercilessly at her clit and she howls from the bottom of her lungs.
She’s magnificent. I’ve never in my life seen or even experienced such a pure exaltation of pleasure and abandon. But I experience it through her. With her.
I don’t know how long it goes on but it feels like forever, and at the same time, over far too soon.
But when she’s limp and laying crumpled over the bench, I know she’s had enough. I hurry to turn off the machine and slowly, gently disengage it from her drenched, dripping pussy and roll it backwards.
I’ll come back for cleanup and sterilization later.
Right now she’s the most important thing.
Swiftly I untie the soft shibari ropes and free her. She continues lying limp against the bench even though I’ve released her.
Holy shit, I really took her there, didn’t I?
And I know what comes after is every bit as important. Gods, she’s gorgeous when she’s like this. As magnificent as she was howling in the heights of her pleasure, subdued and limp in the aftermath, she glows with a purity that stabs me through the chest.
This is Daphne. My Daphne.
The woman who knocked me off my ass the first time she came strutting down the beach in a red bikini. The woman who laughed with me and teased me and splashed in the water with me all one glorious summer. The woman I held in my arms after her mother died and her world fell apart.
This is Daphne.
The woman I—
The woman I love.
Terror chokes me even as I gather her into my arms like the precious thing she is. She curls into me and her fingers brush my bare face, her touch making me harden all over again. The softest butterfly brush and then her hand drops as if she’s too tired to hold it up.
What is she doing to me?
She could destroy me. She’s proved it. Over and over and maybe I’m a fool for never learning.
Or maybe I’m finally opening myself to the best thing of my life.
Me and Daphne, finally together. Like we were always meant to be.
My chest feels so incredibly warm as I carry Daphne upstairs to take care of her, wash her, and tuck her in close by my side for the night.
I never want to let her go.
Twenty-Two
Present Day
Daphne
There’s a warm wall at my back—huge and unyielding as a mountain. I roll and gently collide with a muscular chest dusted with dark hair. The mountain stirs. I throw an arm around him, hugging him close.
“Careful.” Logan eases me back, frowning at my nipples.
“You stayed.” Happiness rolls over me, a warm blanket. It feels like a dream.
“You need sleep,” he says gruffly. “If you get sick, your piercings can get infected.”
I’m smiling so hard my skin might crack. The corner of Logan’s mouth hitches up in response to my giddiness. He stayed. He cares.
The fire is out and the room is chilly. Logan bundles me up carefully in a blanket and carries me to the bathroom where he performs the piercing aftercare himself. He washes the rest of me so thoroughly, my knees wobble, weak with arousal.
I’m panting by the time he’s done, hoping he’ll bend me over the tub and fuck me. But no. He leads me out and dries me off, then steps back into the shower and soaps up his massive body while I watch. Rivulets run in the grooves between his insane muscles. His hands are huge as they swipe soap over his delectable abs.
I lick my lips. I’m staring. I can’t help it. When he lathers up his palms to wash his cock, my pussy pulses with a mini-orgasm. He shoots me a wicked look.
I take a step towards him and he shakes his head. “Stay.”
He turns his back to me to wash his hair under the spray and the eyeful I get of his chiseled back and ass makes me drop to my knees. I’d crawl to him right now and beg for him to let me take him in my mouth. I’d grovel for a chance to touch him, kiss his feet.
He could have reacted so differently when I made my request yesterday. But he was gracious, kind, the perfect Master playing my body like a prodigy and taking me further than I’d ever been— so deep, so high, so excruciatingly intimate together with him, and that’s not even to speak of the pleasure—
I want to worship him back. I’ve never wanted anything more. And he knows it. When he exits the shower and slings a towel around his hips, I groan.
“Such a needy little one,” he murmurs, nothing but affection in his tone.
I look up from my knees in pure reverence.
He bends down and lifts me, setting me on a towel spread on the marble vanity top. Then he kneels.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he bends his dark, wet head and kisses the inside of my thigh just above my knee.
“Something to remember me by,” he rasps, easing my legs open. And then….oh...his mouth… He licks me all over, adding scratchy kisses courtesy of his unshaven face. There’s no mask between us.
It feels like years since I’ve seen his beloved face. The scarred p
ortion on his left cheek is just a feature of his face to me now. All I see is Logan. My Logan, more dear to me than anyone else on this earth.
I cum as our gazes lock, my head flying back and hitting the bathroom mirror almost hard enough to crack it. Logan picks me up and brings me to a chair in front of the fire. He bustles around, dressing and building up the fire while I sit, still floating.
An alarm goes off somewhere in the room. Distantly I hear it, but don’t recall what it is. Not until Logan lays my phone down next to me. I set an alarm earlier, reminding me to pack. For my engagement ball.
“You need to go,” Logan says.
I open my mouth to protest, and I realize he’s not kicking me out. He’s letting me go...again. To deal with Adam.
Logan kneels again in front of me. In his palm is a ring. My heart flutters a second in blinding joy, and then I realize it’s the gaudy diamond Adam picked out for me. My throat squeezes. I don’t want to touch it.
But Logan plucks it and pinches it between thumb and forefinger, holding it in front of my face. “I know you need to go back.”
I swallow and nod. Logan sets my phone and the ring on a side table.
“You’ll return to me,” he says. His finger traces a wide circle around my pierced nipples. “You’ll remember me.”
“Yes.” I cup his face. “I can do this, Logan. You can trust me.”
An hour later, a familiar car pulls up. I’m dressed warmly. My nipple piercings are carefully bound, but they chafe. A constant reminder of the one I’m leaving. The one I belong to.
He’s trusting me. I won’t fail him. Not this time.
Twenty-Three
Present Day
Daphne
In the car I grab my phone and dial my dad. The call doesn’t connect until we’re out of the hills and forest and on the road to New Olympus. But then it rings and rings for a while until a nurse picks up.
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