by Madeleine Oh
“I’m trying to relax.”
“Good.” As he spoke, his finger penetrated her. He paused a few moments, letting her accustom herself to the intrusion perhaps? Then, without a word or warning, he pressed in deep. She gasped, couldn’t help it. “Keep position,” he said in a quiet voice. His finger eased out a little, then came back in even deeper. “Are you steady?” he asked. “You’re not going to wobble on me are you?”
“No.” One hand on her back kept her bent over as his finger fucked her hard and fast. She couldn’t hold back the gasps. If she got spanked for making noise, too bad. She cried out, “Branko! That’s so good!”
He chuckled. “Like that, do you?”
“Yes!”
“Why? What’s so special?” He expected her to think in this position, aroused and his finger wiggling inside her? “Tell me.”
“It makes me feel helpless, vulnerable, exposed.”
“Adele, I will bugger you, and often, but not tonight.” His finger came out, slowly. She couldn’t hold back the sigh. Before she’d felt filled, invaded, possessed and now she was empty.
“Stand up, my dear, and come over here. I want to show you something.” He pulled off the glove and tossed it in a bin. Then he opened a drawer to show a selection of dildos, vibrators and butt plugs. The next drawer held gloves, several pots and tubes—lubricants and other unguents, she guessed—and bottles of massage oils and creams. Another held tit clamps, blindfolds and gags and the next several sets of manacles and other restraints.
“Pick the restraints you want me to use.”
There was a black leather set with big metal buckles, one that looked like red plastic or vinyl and bright-blue velvet ones. She picked those. They were lined with silk and fastened with Velcro. “These, please, Branko.”
Her pussy flooded as she spoke. She was agreeing that he could, and would, tie her down and make her helpless, he could do whatever he wanted, but only what she’d consented to.
“Nice choice. Put them on.”
Putting them around her ankles sent wild shivers of excitement deep into her body. She fastened the others to her wrists. Getting the right one tight with her left hand wasn’t easy but he didn’t offer to help. Just stood and watched. Each one had a D ring sewn into it but no tapes or chains. “How are you going to tie me down?”
“The bed is equipped for that. You won’t be disappointed.” He stroked her forearm and tested her manacles. “These could be much tighter.”
“I don’t want them too tight. Not yet anyway.”
“I’ll indulge you over that. This time.” He knew just how to add the perfect amount of threat and promise. “Come and look in here,” he said, opening a door in the wall. “I won’t use all of these but I think you should be aware of what I could use, if the mood struck me.”
“If the mood struck you?” She stared at the array of whips, canes and floggers behind the cupboard door. “I’d be the one getting struck.”
“Impudent wench! For that perhaps I should lay into you hard.”
“Not if you want me on my back.”
“True, another time. I think you’d like to come back here, wouldn’t you?”
Was he kidding? “Only if you come with me.”
“You’d better not try coming here without me.”
Since she doubted she’d get admitted on her own, no point in arguing. “I won’t.”
“Good. Now pick the implement you’d like to feel on your sweet flesh.”
His hand was good enough for her and frankly the thought of canes or whips scared her but from the collection, one as good as leaped at her. It was purple, had narrow leather tresses and a carefully braided handle and she’d swear the last time she saw it was in the box she handed over to Monsieur Morgan in Paris. He hadn’t been flattering when he said Maman’s creations sold all over the country. She couldn’t resist reaching out and taking it off the brass hook.
“Seriously, Adele, it looks beautiful but those leather tresses will hurt.”
“I just want to look at it. May I?”
He shrugged. “Of course.” On close inspection she hadn’t been mistaken, it was the very same. She’d looked at each of them carefully when choosing which one to keep for herself.
“It appeals to you, Adele? It fascinates you.”
Might as well tell him. “I know it. I’ve seen it before.”
“That isn’t possible. These are unique. Handmade. Never duplicated.”
It was most certainly possible and she told him.
“Mon Dieu.” He shook his head. “Astounding. Your mother was the Pauline of Jouets Pauline?”
Seemed her mother was famous too. “Yes, she did it to bring in extra money.”
“No wonder, Adele, that you make such a wonderful submissive if that is in your bloodline. You were born to be flogged.”
“Maman never hit me. Ever.”
“No, sweet, that will be my privilege. I will use your body as you yearn to be used but this one,” he took it from her, “must be used very gently until you become accustomed to the lash.”
“Not that one. I have my own.” She explained about the one she’d kept.
“And that is back in Les Santons?” She nodded. “Where?”
“In my underwear drawer.”
“Then you will surely give me permission to use it on your lovely body.”
Hadn’t she fantasized about this? “Yes, but…”
“We’ll settle the ‘buts’ later. Time to work on this butt.” He slapped her left arse cheek. “You did agree, didn’t you? I won’t let you down.” He tossed the flogger into a box by the door.
“Why not put it back?”
“We both touched it, we’re scrupulous about cleaning all toys and implements when they’ve been used.”
That was reassuring, or might have been been if she’d had liberty to think about the establishment’s policies, but he as good as dragged her over to the end of the bed. “Enough chatter, Adele. It’s high time to bend you over again and turn your arse a tender pink.”
And turn her arse tender too, but she bent over. It was far more comfortable than touching her toes, the black satin bed cover was smooth and soft so it wasn’t difficult to relax and wait. And wait.
“Just give me a minute.”
Footsteps crossed the room, to give him a long-distance view perhaps? He was back in a bit more than the “minute” but as he spread her arse cheeks she knew what to expect. Cool lubricant. Not that she needed it. He could have used her own wetness from her cunt but this time he didn’t go slowly. The tip of his finger pressed against her muscle. “Relax,” he said, but not waiting long enough to give her a chance to actually relax, he penetrated her. Adele gasped and threw back her head as he began to finger-fuck her tight hole. If he kept this up, she’d demand he forgo all the bondage business and have him fuck her hard and fast right here and now. Except demanding would be fruitless. He had a plan and she knew he’d stick to it. So she let herself go, relaxed completely into the bed and let him work her hard for several minutes.
By the time he withdrew and tossed his glove, she was limp and needy. Her nipples ached and her clit throbbed.
How long was he going to play her like this and keep her waiting?
“You’re definitely getting buggered,” he said, as he stroked her arse. “Next time. For now, get ready for chastisement.” He spanked left to right several times quickly. It stung and throbbed but was nowhere near as hard as last time and was over very soon. She felt the imprint of his hand and half-wished he hadn’t stopped but was glad he had. She was aroused and in need and he’d promised to fuck her, once he had her restrained, and that was what she really yearned for.
He kissed between her shoulder blades before running a line of soft kisses down her spine.
“Adele, my sweetness, you were made for punishment and discipline. I so look forward to devising new ways of bringing color to your skin but for now I want you immobile and helpless and at my merc
y. My willing submissive captive.”
Just the promise of that stirred her need higher.
“Please tie me down.”
“You are asking?”
“Yes.” If he didn’t do it soon, she’d be begging. He’d enjoy that.
“Very well, since you said ‘please’. Climb onto the bed and lie on your back.”
Not hard to do. The satin cover was nicely cool against her arse. She shut her eyes.
“Look at me.”
She opened them again.
“You freely agree and give me permission to tie you down and make you helpless?”
“Yes, I do, Branko.” And he’d better get a move on.
“Very well, give me your right hand.”
She raised her arm and reached out to him. He stroked her wrist and kissed her palm. “Thank you for your trust,” he said as he attached the manacle to the hook over her head. Her arm was held secure with only a little give.
“Now your right leg.”
This time he stroked up and down the inside of the leg but never quite reached her pussy, where she was yearning to be stroked and touched and squeezed and, hell, penetrated. Instead he kissed the inside of her ankle and then hooked that foot securely to the end of the bed.
“Now your left hand.”
That and her leg were both secured in the same way, only this time he moved even more slowly, stringing her out and making her wait.
“Can you move much?” he asked.
She tested both arms and legs. “Not much. My legs more than my arms.”
“Better take care of that.” He stood at the foot of the bed, leaned over as if reaching for something and her legs were suddenly pulled farther apart. “That’s better. I don’t want you moving on me.”
He was getting his wish. She was spread open, exposed. A wave of submissive energy washed over her. This was so good, so wonderful and—
“Look at me, Adele.” She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes. “If you keep closing your eyes, I will blindfold you. Is that what you want?”
Was it? “Not today. Another time.”
“Maybe when I flog you?”
She successfully fought the urge to close her eyes again. “Maybe.”
He walked around the bed, watching her every breath. Or so it felt. “I want you to be comfortable, my dear. Let me see what else I must do.”
He put a pillow under her head, plumping it up until her neck was supported, then two smaller pillows under her knees so she was even more exposed. “That’s satisfactory, I think,” he said. “Don’t go anywhere, I need to make some preparations.
Preparations that seemed to require sitting down and pouring another glass of champagne and sipping as he watched her.
She was dying with need, her cunt ached and he was making her wait. Bastard! Wonderful, dominant, sexy bastard!
She considered begging but decided it would be counterproductive so she relaxed, as best she could anyway, into the bondage and very comfortable bed. But she was careful not to close her eyes, no matter how much the urge took her. He was watching her intently and would notice the minute she did and right now a blindfold was not what she wanted.
Glass empty at last, he stood, strolled over to the valet stand in one corner and carefully removed his jacket, taking a ridiculously long time to arrange it on the stand. He took off his sports shirt and very carefully folded it. He then walked over to sit on the end of the bed. He was inches from her but she couldn’t even move enough to rub her leg against him. She was pinioned and as good as immobile.
He untied one shoe, removed it slowly, then peeled off his sock, rolled it up into a careful ball and tucked it into the toe of his shoe. He went over to the corner and put his shoe away, then ambled back, sat again and repeated the procedure.
Damn the man, he was taking as long a humanly possible. He’d no doubt stop in a minute and send for coffee. But now she had a fine view of his nice chest and the silky sprinkling of dark hair that went all the way down below his navel and disappeared into his waistband.
At least she’d now see him naked in good light, previously it had been dark or he’d been behind her. She could feast her eyes while fighting her desperate urges. Which he didn’t appear about to satisfy any time soon. He was sitting down again and pouring more of the bloody champagne. She could use a glass too but suspected that was not part of his choreography.
She was right, he sipped slowly and took so long, she was temped to tell him to get a move on, but remembered he told her to be quiet and since she was at his mercy, decided to comply. How much longer could he take anyway? Silly question, all night if he chose.
Finally, he stood and walked over to the dresser, opened a drawer and reached in for something. What? More lubricant? Her cunt didn’t need that, she half-suspected she was leaking on the sheets. He shut the drawer, then moved out of her line of vision. Where was he? By the door? He couldn’t leave her like this, could he?
No, he was back at the foot of the bed and now naked—apart from a bright-blue condom that highlighted his prestigious erection. She hoped her gasp didn’t contravene the “no noise” rule.
He looked at her and smiled. “This is how I like you best, Adele, naked, helpless and so hot for me I can smell your arousal.”
She rather liked being this way too. “May I speak?”
“Since you have shown so much commendable restraint, yes.”
“You’re beautiful. I wish I could reach out and stroke your cock.”
“You’d rather do that than be tied down, waiting for me to pleasure you?”
What, a choice? “May I touch you some other time?”
“Of course, if you earn that privilege. Now a special treat for my lovely, helpless submissive.” He moved fast this time and was on the bed, astride her chest. She looked up at him, looming over her in all his glorious nakedness. His hand came behind her head, lifting her closer to his glorious cock. “Suck me, Adele. Show me how much you want my cock.”
That was no hardship. She parted her lips and, as he raised her head toward him, closed them around the head of his cock. He was immense, and soon he’d want her to take all of him, to swallow him down to the root, to worship him with her mouth. Her entire body thrummed with anticipation as she took more of him into her mouth.
This was wonderful, fantastic, incredible. As her tongue eased up and down the side of his lovely flesh, her cunt responded, her clit throbbed and her nipples ached. This was so incredible, wonderfully superb. He was superb. He moved her head gently, so he was supporting her neck and head as she took more of him between her lips.
This was a submissive’s dream, but how much more fantastic would it feel to have this lovely cock pounding her cunt? She wanted that, needed that but first she had to demonstrate her submissiveness and her longing for his body in hers and to show him the depth and extent of her desire.
She worked him with her lips and tongue as he fucked her mouth, moving in and back in a steady rhythm. She was whimpering and moaning. She tried to restrain herself but when he said, “Make sexy music for me, Adele, show me your need,” she let go of restraint and let the sounds of her wantonness fill the room. She was sighing, moaning, groaning as he worked her mouth in a relentless and passionate rhythm.
Until he slowed, still supporting her head, and eased out. She couldn’t hold back the whimper of disappointment. “Enough for now, Adele. You have earned your reward. Almost.”
Damn! Why the nasty little “almost”?
Because he wanted to fuck her breasts.
His hands cupped them together and his cock was between them as he rocked his hips. She could see his cock, feel it but not touch it. She tried lifting her head to kiss the tip but he kept it just out of her reach.
“You want my cock?” he asked.
“Yes, I do. I need you.”
“Need me to do what?”
“Fuck me. Fuck my cunt.”
“How much to do need a good fuck?”
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bsp; What a bloody question. “I need you to give me release. I’m in pain from need and wanting. You promised!” That sounded like a whine. Okay, it was, but he had promised.
“What will you let me do, if I fuck you? Will you let me tie you up again?”
“Yes! Yes.”
“What if I want you against the wall or to fondle you with the flogger you haven’t shown me yet? May I?”
“Yes! Yes.”
“Suppose I tie you to a bench and spank you until you cry. Will you let me?”
“Yes!” She was running out of breath from keeping on saying it.
“You know I want to bugger you, Adele.”
“Yes! I’ve said ‘yes’ a hundred times.”
“One last thing.”
Dear God! She was sweating with need, her cunt was running and he indulged in the bloody Inquisition. “What?”
“Will you scream for me when you come?”
“Yes, yes! Yes!”
“Good.” He moved again and he could move quickly when he wanted to. He lifted her hips, his cock nudged apart her pussy lips and, with a thrust, he was in her. She gasped and yelled and he started fucking her hard and fast. He was pumping her, holding her steady as he took her. There was little tenderness, no gentleness now, just a wild and pounding need, on both their parts. How he could keep it up for so long amazed her. How she could take so much astounded her but she wanted it. Wanted all of him, needed his strength, his power and his need.
She was crying out now, calling his name as he pounded her to climax. She screamed, gasping his name and her joy as he finished and collapsed on top of her. For a few moments she luxuriated in the heat and weight of his body, the slickness of their sweaty skin and the slow softening of his erection inside her.
She whimpered in disappointment as he slipped out, but she had no strength or energy to do more. She was used, sated and satisfied, and he could do this to her as many times as he wanted.
He released her arms, stroking her skin as she turned and wrapped them around him.