by Golden Angel
When he reached the count of twenty, he crouched behind her, laying his hands on her rosy buttocks and digging his fingers into that soft flesh. Vivian squirmed and moaned, and then gasped as she felt his tongue slide between the slick folds of her womanhood. The heat of her bottom flared and mixed with the sudden pleasure he was eliciting from her tissues as he licked up her juices.
Gabriel knew he was confusing her senses; he enjoyed it. He roused her desires, noting the way her little clit swelled as he teased her with his tongue. Vivian’s hips began to buck and move up and down in an ancient rhythm that pleaded for him to provide her with release.
Instead, he stood.
“Stand up, Vivian.”
Slowly she pushed herself upright and off the bed, turning those glazed green eyes to him.
“Take off my belt, Sunrise.”
Her bottom lip trembled as she realized he was going to make her provide him with the very implement he was going to punish her with. Gabriel enjoyed the way her slim fingers fumbled at the buckle, the way her breathing picked up, shallow with excitement as she slid it through the loops.
She hesitantly offered it up to him and he took it, holding it in front of her face.
“Kiss it.”
The leather was soft against her lips but she knew it wouldn’t feel so against her bottom. The spanking had left a warm tingling sensation along the surface of her skin and she was having trouble resisting the urge to rub her poor cheeks. What would the leather feel like, snapping down against her already raw skin?
“Turn around and bend over the bed again.” Gabriel’s voice was firm but gentle, the intense look in his eyes betraying his true feelings, even though he sounded completely unaffected by what they were doing. Glancing down, Vivian saw the outline of his cock pressing against his breeches. She wasn’t sure whether or not to feel comforted by his obvious arousal as he punished her.
“Legs farther apart, love.”
With a little whimper, she obeyed. She had tried to keep them closed, keep her body farther off the bed to give her more control over the situation, but there was no way Gabriel was going to allow that. The bed was at the perfect height to make it difficult for her to clench her cheeks with her legs spread the way they were, the perfect height to show off all the wet, pink flesh between her legs.
“Twenty with the belt. You will hold yourself in position. If you move out of position, that stroke won’t count.” Gabriel ran his hand over her bottom. She would be able to take the strapping easier with her skin warmed up than if he had just lit into her cold. “And, Vivian, what will you never do again?”
“Be alone with a man unless he has your approval.”
“Good girl.”
Thwap!
Vivian howled and shoved her face into the mattress, grabbing fistfuls of the blankets to keep her hands from flying back to cover her burning bottom. The belt felt like it had left a line of fire across her cheeks, a deep sting that covered more area and felt heavier.
Although her body tensed, her buttocks could only hold tension for so long in that position—it was too much effort with her legs spread to keep the muscles tightly held—and the moment her quivering mounds relaxed, the belt snapped across them again. Vivian cried into the mattress until Gabriel pushed a pillow into her face. She grabbed it, holding it against her upper body and burying her face into it.
Thwap!
Her hips moved up and down frantically, as much as they could against the bed, trying to relieve some of the deep, aching burn. She felt a little faint, wondering how much more she could take without moving. Knowing he would make good on his threat to re-do strokes was the only thing keeping her from trying to cover herself.
Strangely, it didn’t even occur to her to try to scream or run. She needed this. Needed Gabriel to know she was sorry for disobeying him, and, more than that, needed the release from the fear and horror she’d felt when she’d realized Rawlings’s intentions. At the time she hadn’t been able to cry, hadn’t been able to scream, but now she was able to do both, and it was a relief.
Her bottom was beginning to look mottled with the stripes from his belt across it. Gabriel had doubled the leather over in his hand so the end wouldn’t snap around her hip, but he could tell this was not a punishment that was easy for her to bear. It wasn’t one he particularly enjoyed giving out, either; he’d much rather demonstrate erotic pain to Vivian than deserved punishment.
“Please, please, Gabriel, it’s too hard! I’m sorry. I won’t do it again!”
“I know you won’t, sweet.”
Gabriel took his time, laying each stripe deliberately and with the same amount of force. Her bottom was absolutely crimson by the time he was done. Exhaling with satisfaction, Gabriel let his hand hover over the flaming red of her bottom and felt the heat emanating from it.
The idea of taking her now, with her cheeks redder and hotter than he was sure they would be for quite a while, tormented him. The need to claim her, to brand her inside and out with himself, was incredibly strong.
Letting her weep with relief that her ordeal was over, Gabriel ran his hands over her back, soothing and reassuring her. She slumped, her tears slowing and her breath returning to normal in response to his soft caresses and his approving murmurs. After several long minutes of his care, he opened the drawer in the table next to the bed, pulling out the oils he’d put there before her arrival. Coating his fingers with it, Gabriel stepped up behind Vivian and pressed two slick tips to Vivian’s anus, swirling his fingertips around the entrance as he massaged her bottom with his other hand.
The sting of his hand gently squeezing her soft flesh contrasted sharply with the sudden stirring of sensations elicited as Gabriel teased her small opening. Although Vivian had become used to having that particular orifice touched and invaded, there was something different about the way Gabriel was touching her there now. It was gentler, more teasing, more erotic. Her insides clenched in reaction, her hips lifting and trying to press his fingers more firmly against her, her body craving to have him inside of her.
“Please,” she begged when his fingers continued their slow caress over the sensitive bundle of nerves surrounding her crinkled hole. His finger pressed in slightly, but not nearly enough to appease the growing need inside of her.
Chuckling, Gabriel leaned forward, dropping kisses along her spine. She moaned at the tumult of sensation, from the burning sting in her bottom—which was being reignited by his firm caresses—to the sensual kisses licking a fiery track down her back, to the aching need in her core as his fingers teased but didn’t satisfy.
“Please, Gabriel, more. Touch me more . . .”
She gasped as he pushed the thick digits into her tight hole, filling her uncomfortably but pleasurably. Vivian had grown accustomed to having her asshole played with following a punishment, and even if it still made her squirm mentally, she couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed it physically. Especially when it was Gabriel touching her in such an intimate manner. She moaned, feeling the clenching of her pussy as he buried his fingers in her bottom.
After a few moments of Gabriel stretching her, his fingers dipping back and forth, twisting and stroking, Vivian wriggled, hoping he would now touch the soft, sensitive bits below that were aching to be stroked, to further pleasure’s conquest over pain. The training at the school had done its work well—following her punishment, her body now ached for the completion of the cycle, the climax she had come to expect. She was ready for his hands and mouth.
“Please, please, please,” she chanted, her legs spreading farther apart, hoping he would refocus his attentions. Even though what he was doing felt good, it was not what she truly wanted, not where she yearned to be touched. Where she yearned to be filled.
His fingers withdrew and her body quivered in anticipation, ready for his touch on her aching folds and throbbing pleasure bud.
What she was not ready for was the sudden pressure against her anus, much more insistent than his fingers had
been and much thicker as well. Vivian gasped, her hips bouncing as the tight ring of muscle stretched, opening to the invasion.
“What? Gabriel, what are you doing?” The question ended in a high, thready gasp as he pushed ever so slightly into her body. Everything inside of her ached in a familiar and yet entirely new manner.
“Shh, love. I promise, you will still be a virgin on our wedding night. This is just another way to find our pleasure. You’re used to the plugs. Now I’m going to show you what their purpose was—preparing your tight little bottom to take my cock.” He withdrew slightly and then pushed forward, sinking deeper inside of her, pushing a burning pathway into her body. Her empty womanhood pulsed as he filled her in a far more perverse manner.
“Oh, but it hurts,” she said, her words muffled in the sheets as she pressed her face against them, panting as he rocked his hips and thrust deeper into her. Opening for the intimate invasion did hurt, but at the same time her body responded eagerly to this decadent perversion. It felt different than the plugs, more yielding, and yet the thickness of his cock made her burn far more than the plugs ever had. Some part of her wanted him to stop, and another part of her wanted him to plunge in and fill the ache inside of her. She was as conflicted in this as she was in her response to his discipline.
He watched the ripple of muscle in her back as she shuddered, struggling to accommodate him. The pink ring of her anus had turned starkly white, stretched around the head of his cock, standing out from the deep crimson that he’d turned her ass. He had no doubt his sweet Vivian was now burning inside and out, but he would show her how good this could be for both of them.
“What else does it make you feel, Sunrise?” he crooned, pumping his hips gently as he pushed a little deeper inside her. Her muscles clenched and rippled as she moaned.
“So full . . .” She gasped the words out. Her back arched as his fingers stroked down her spine, which felt twice as sensitive as normal.
His whisper back was deep, husky, and filled with his own need. “It hurts . . . Does it feel good, too? Be honest, Sunrise.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, a blush suffusing her face at the admission. It shouldn’t feel good, and yet it did. The intimate burn, the stretch, made the aftereffects of his belt seem very far away, but she realized she wanted to feel him deep inside her. She wanted to know what it would feel like, if it would satisfy the craving itch he had engendered. Then he pushed forward again and she groaned. Somehow it didn’t hurt to have him go deeper, only that she was stretched so wide around him. The hands pressing down on her lower back, just above the burning skin of her bottom, held her completely still in place. There was no way to escape the intrusion of his cock, and for some reason that only made her pussy clench even more wetly.
“So beautiful, Vivian,” he murmured, massaging her lower back with his thumbs to help her relax. “Your creamy skin and your hot, red bottom, swallowing up my cock . . . So bloody gorgeous.”
Hips pressed against her bottom, his coarse body hair rasping against the sensitive surface, and she whimpered. He was fully inside her. Automatically she flexed, tightening and loosening around him, shocked to realize that her rear entrance could accommodate his entire rod. And it didn’t hurt anymore, although it wasn’t quite comfortable, either.
Then he began to pull himself out and the air seemed to rush out of Vivian’s lungs as she clawed at the pillow in her arms again. It was as if the dragging sensation of his cock was scraping across all her most sensitive flesh, a sensation so strong it was overwhelming. She gasped and writhed, choking on her cry as she tried to understand the sensation.
When only his head was still inside of her, he began the long, slow process of re-entry. Vivian’s body relaxed under his hands as he pushed back in, obviously finding it less uncomfortable than withdrawal. Gabriel gritted his teeth as he moved as slowly and gently as possible. His self-control was severely tested by the way she was gripping him so fantastically. Once he was buried deep inside her again, he ground his groin against her body, enjoyed her gasps and the bucking of her hips as he tormented her chastised flesh. He knew how sensitive her bottom must be, and now she was handling a sensory overload both from the surface and from deep inside her body.
“Oh, Gabriel!”
“Do you like it?” he whispered, leaning over her so he could feel the curve of her bottom pressing directly against him. He slid his hands under her upper body and easily found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them intently, confusing her senses even further.
Vivian let out a long, low moan. She did, but she knew it was wrong, what they were doing. Sinful even. For some reason that made her enjoyment even sharper.
“Do you want more?” he insisted, wanting her to ask for more, to beg for it.
“Gabriel . . . yes, please,” she pleaded, giving in to the need inside her, and ignoring the small voice in her head that insisted this was wrong, that he shouldn’t be doing such terrible, wonderful things to her, that he shouldn’t make her feel this way. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Please, more. I want it . . . I want you.”
Triumphant, Gabriel pulled his hips back again and then pushed forward, emptying and filling her as she gasped and writhed for him. Her gorgeous red hair tumbled back over her ivory shoulders as her head flung back, pushing her breasts farther into his hand. Taking the tips of her nipples between his fingers, he pinched them as he began to move with more powerful thrusts, making Vivian arch again.
The sensations were incredibly intense, more so than she could have ever imagined even during the shocking intimacies of her training. Having Gabriel so deeply connected to her was wonderful, she loved feeling so filled by him, having him around her and in her, but it wasn’t completely comfortable, either. It burned and pain sparked and flared with every thrust, both inside and outside. The rising tide of pleasure wasn’t enough to completely stem the deep, burning ache in her bottom, and the slap of Gabriel’s body against those swollen mounds only battered them further.
The muscles of her pussy and ass clenched and spasmed. Her hips moved in small ways, lifting up to meet his thrusts. Gabriel’s warm breath was on the back of her neck, his panting filling her ears as he began to thrust in earnest. Vivian recognized the rhythm from when he used her mouth for pleasure, knew he was enjoying invading this other aperture into her body just as much, and that aroused her as well. She gasped and moaned at the shocking sensation of fullness, of him moving inside her so intimately.
Deep within her there was a coiling of ecstasy like she’d never experienced before. It wasn’t the itch or the tingling she was used to, but a deeper, broader throbbing that swelled larger and larger in her lower belly with every thrust of his cock. The inner stinging had faded, her body adjusted to the rhythmic intrusion, and she found herself panting the way she did before she climaxed even though it didn’t feel like any orgasm she’d experienced before.
“Oh, please, Gabriel! I think . . . Oh!”
His fingers pinched down hard on her nipples as her back arched and she wailed out with the overwhelming flood of sensations swamping her. Tears slid down her face, her overstimulated nerves screaming and buzzing as she came for him, her body swimming in ecstasy born of her punishment. It was heaven and hell, a chaotic mix of everything wonderful and terrible, and she thought she might actually pass out when she felt him swell up inside her.
Gabriel hadn’t been sure Vivian would be able to reach fulfillment without some assistance, which he had been ready to administer. But he hadn’t realized how well Mrs. Cunningham’s Finishing School had trained her, how primed her body was for pleasure following punishment. Feeling her climax, knowing she was in the heights of ecstasy from being strapped and anally penetrated, stripped him of the last of his control.
He slammed into her body, hard and fast, groaning loudly as she rippled around him, joining her in her ecstatic climax. The first spurt of his cum emptied deep inside her bowels, her clenching muscles milking each hot jet of fluid from his
aching cock. With a last pinch of her nipples he pulled away, opening his eyes so he could grip his cock and watch the final spurts of his orgasm land on her ass. The sticky, white fluid dripped over those crimson cheeks. The little hole closed up as he watched with satisfaction, her trembling body causing little streams of his seed to trickle down towards her thighs.
Gabriel felt supremely triumphant as he rubbed it into her skin. Not only had both of them been brought to their pleasure, but he’d marked Vivian irrefutably inside and out. She grunted a little as he rubbed her sore bottom, only barely understanding what he was doing as the sticky fluid was rubbed into her chastised skin.
“You were very good, sweetheart,” he said, pulling her up and into his arms so he could turn down the sheets.
When he laid her down, Vivian whimpered and turned immediately onto her side, facing him. Her hand moved behind her to gingerly touch her sore bottom. Gabriel chuckled a little at the almost awed expression on her face when her fingers pressed against her burning backside. No, his little bride wouldn’t be wandering off alone with any man again, and she would have a good reminder of why not for several days. There was a good chance she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably until their wedding dinner, if then. She glanced up at him as he began to make himself presentable again, knowing he needed to return to his own chambers.
“Gabriel?”
“Yes, Sunrise?” he asked, looking down into those beautiful green eyes he had come to love so much. He thought he’d never seen her look more beautiful.
“Do you have to leave now? I know you always did at the school, but couldn’t you stay?”