by Redrae Gunn
Kira started down as she spread her swollen lips. He felt so good. His skin on hers. As she took him further, she surrendered to him. She didn’t care if her belly brushed his. She didn’t care if she had to rearrange her legs to get closer. She just kept her hands on his shoulders and moved. She leaned toward him and then back as she continued moving up and down. When he pushed her hips down and rose up to meet her full-force, Kira couldn’t keep the word from escaping her lips. “Master.”
“Little flower, say it again,” Rock whispered.
“Master,” Kira whispered as her head rolled back, exposing her neck. Open and vulnerable. She kept her hands on his shoulders. Without his shoulders she was on her own. She didn’t want to be on her own. He protected her in so many ways. Even now, fully exposed, she trusted him to protect her, keep her safe. He would. No matter what.
“Again,” Rock commanded. He reached down and touched her clit. It was still hiding. He smiled. Of course his little flower wouldn’t bloom easily. He continued to tease her until she moaned. “Again.”
“Master,” Kira whispered. Everything started to coil. Her rhythm disintegrated into more of a jostling than an up-and-down motion. The only thing keeping her steady was his big hands on her hips and her hands on his shoulders.
“Again,” Rock said as his balls curled toward the crack of her ass.
“Master,” Kira whispered. Her forehead rested on his as she moved up and down. He was going to kill her. Everything went white.
“Again,” Rock commanded. He placed a hand over her mouth.
“Master!” Kira screamed out against his firm hand as the orgasm hit her. Rock gripped her hip with his free hand and pounded into her from below. As he groaned, Kira placed a hand over his mouth and somehow managed to still ride him as he thrust out his hot seed into her.
Her tender aftershock made him groan and he realized that they still had a hand over each other’s mouths. Their foreheads were touching and she was heavily panting, covered in sweat and melting into his body. Her hand dropped from his mouth and he could smell the fruity drinks from the night on her breath.
Rock pulled his hand away from Kira’s mouth and wrapped both his hands around her waist. He managed to keep himself inside of her. She shivered as he pulled back the covers on the bed and laid on top of her. For being so small, she took his weight and sighed in comfort. Most definitely his little flower was stronger than what she looked.
Rock started to harden again. His cock wasn’t getting the point that he was technically a grandpa. He wanted her again. Obviously the days of going two rounds weren’t behind him. Not with this hot little body beneath him. He knew then that Kira would be the death of him and when he died, he would die a very happy man.
“Just hang on,” Rock whispered as he started to push into Kira. “We’re going to have regular sex.”
“Never did a thing for me,” Kira replied honestly.
“Don’t do a thing,” Rock whispered as he kissed her and he felt her hands rub down his back.
“Just lay here?” Kira asked.
“Just look at us,” Rock said. “And yes. Just lay there.”
Rock reached a hand behind Kira’s head and tilted it down so that she would have to watch them. She would have to see what he was doing. She would have to look at his cock going in and out of her. She would be forced to see the way that her pussy hugged him and sucked on him.
“I’ve seen other people having sex but I’ve never watched myself,” Kira said as she watched Rock stroke in and out of her. “Not this close anyway. Sometimes I’ve seen it in a mirror but it was far away.”
“See how your little pink pussy slides out along my cock?” Rock asked. He liked the way that his words made her clench around him.
“Mmm-hm,” Kira acknowledged. A shark tweak to her nipple. “Yes, Master.”
“I like it when you call me Master,” Rock breathed. He placed Kira’s feet on his chest and rolled her bottom further back. Her knees were almost to her shoulders. At this angle he wasn’t going to be able to touch her as he needed both hands behind her shoulders to keep from rolling off of her. Kira needed more than just the stroking. Having him inside of her felt great but she needed more.
“Touch yourself, baby,” Rock said softly.
Kira thought about shaking her head but her nipple still burned and she didn’t feel like getting a matching set. She reached between her legs and touched her clit.
“I really like how that looks,” Rock said.
With Rock’s approval Kira didn’t feel quite as awkward. It was one thing to have a play date by yourself with just toys as witnesses. It was a whole different ballgame to play with yourself while someone else was watching. Within minutes she was coiled tight. Ready. The watching him and feeling him at the same time was pushing her limits.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” Rock said. His forehead was pressed to hers and he was watching the show as well. The smell of the sweat and sex was thick between them along with the alcohol from their breath.
“I’m right there, Master,” Kira panted.
“Let go, baby,” Rock replied gently.
His voice was so soft and deep as it vibrated in her chest. The orgasm started soft and then it jolted around Rock. Kira could actually see herself contracting around him as he moaned softly and throbbed, still pounding into her. The watching set off another round of waves through her body and all she could do was pant through them. Drips of sweat had fallen from Rock’s forehead onto her face.
Rock slowly pulled out of Kira and he smiled as she groaned when he pulled her hips down to the bed and laid her legs out straight. Her thighs were shaking, her chest was still rising and falling in quick breaths and on her face was the most satisfied smile he had ever seen on a woman. She gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes.
“That was nice,” Kira said dreamily.
“Nice?” Rock asked from the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. He spread Kira’s legs and started to wipe her off. “Nice?”
“Spectacular,” Kira said.
“Much better,” Rock said as he went back to the bathroom. He took a shower and had hoped that his little flower would join him. When he exited the shower alone and went back into the room he had seen why she hadn’t joined him. She had fallen asleep. Naked and uncovered, in the exact position he had left her in.
Rock smiled, climbed into the bed and pulled Kira to his chest. When she ground her butt into him and snuggled into his embrace he whispered, “Nice.”
* * * *
January moved to February and Rock held on as Kira maneuvered her truck onto the ice. It didn’t matter how many times they made the trip to Williston, he still hated having a body of water under a foot of ice. It was an illusion of safety. There was nothing safe about driving a large vehicle with only a foot of solidness between you and certain hypothermia.
“Does Master Rock need a Xanax?” Kira asked. She tried to hide her smirk but failed miserably.
“This Master has no problem spanking his bratty slave back into submission once they have arrived safely back home,” Rock said sternly as Kira rolled down both windows and Rock listened to the crunching of snow under the tires. The sound was amplified in his head as he had visions of being an ice-Rock-cube at the bottom.
“Just trying to ease the tension,” Kira said softly.
Once off the ice, Rock relaxed. He hated giving up control to anything. He couldn’t control Mother Nature but Kira knew the lake way better than he did. She was always cautious and careful but it didn’t help ease his nerves.
Inside Walmart a couple of elderly women approached Kira. Rock hung back and noticed the stiff awkward hugs that Kira gave in return to the warm affectionate hugs that she received. The women were part of the local sewing circle that Kira had recently become involved with.
Rock smiled to himself. A perfect way of pushing his little flower came to mind. If she was so set on tackling her hometown problems head on, he would b
e more than willing to push her further outside of her comfort zone. For his own pleasure and for her own good, of course.
Rock waited to inform Kira of her added duties until they had crossed the lake on their way back home. Once on solid ground, where she would have no chance of sending him to an icy grave on purpose, he turned to her.
“Little flower?” Rock asked, using his nickname for her to remind her that he was demanding her attention as her Dominant.
“Yes, Master?” Kira asked.
“I want you to hug me three times a day without being asked,” Rock said. He held up his hand when Kira opened her mouth to say something. “You will hug me. I will not initiate it. You will be punished for not hugging me. You will be punished for each hug that I fail to receive.”
The silence in the truck thickened and Kira’s mouth formed a tight line as she concentrated on the road.
“Why?” Kira asked.
Rock shook his head and watched the lines around Kira’s mouth turn white. This was not a negotiation. He had given a command.
Kira’s hands tightened around the wheel and finally she sighed. “Yes, Master.”
“What is the punishment?” Kira asked as her body tensed.
“Whatever I decide,” Rock said. His mustache twitched and he saw the look of death that Kira focused at the road in front of her. Good little flower. If she would turn that look at him now he would demand that she stop the truck and he would happily take her over his knee and spank her. One spank would probably be all that it took to have her a crying and willing submissive again.
“Beginning when?” Kira asked trying to keep the hostility from her voice and failing miserably.
“Beginning tomorrow,” Rock said sternly.
“Fine,” Kira huffed. When the silence deepened she amended her statement. “Yes, Master.”
“Feisty little flower,” Rock grumbled which earned him a small smile. He hadn’t expected her to be pleased. He had actually expected more of a fight. Either way he would have enjoyed it. Her soft or fierce defiance at times pleased him. Her finally giving into submitting to him pleased him more. Smart, funny, absolutely charismatic when she wanted to be, Kira had taken a deep seat inside of his heart and he had stopped caring about his heart’s vulnerability.
The next morning when Rock came into the kitchen for his breakfast, Kira set down his plate and coffee. She started to walk away and then she turned and hugged him telling him good morning. It was a stiff hug but it was a start.
When Rock came home from work, Kira met him at the door and hugged him. She asked how his day was and then started cooking his evening meal. Just before bed she hugged him again and told him goodnight. Rock thought that perhaps he had made the assignment too easy but the way that she was forcing herself to initiate the contact told him that he had started it just right.
* * * *
At the end of the month, Rock decided to reward Kira with a trip to the Quonset. She had been doing so well. He intended to push her. Again. As reward and because he never really ever got the pleasure of punishing her. She was too well behaved, too attentive to his needs, and too ready to fulfill everything that he wanted. She was perfect. Rock loved it. The Dominant in him needed to push though. She needed more of a push.
Rock secured Kira inside of one of her bird cages. It was tall enough to stretch her out completely and the bars were wide enough that he could reach inside to do whatever he wanted to her. Her feet rested on the padded bottom and Rock lowered the cage so that she still had to look up at him.
In his hand he held a soft flogger, a feather duster, and a butterfly vibrator.
Kira watched his every move. The flogger was an orange, the butterfly a lime and she didn’t have a fruit for the duster.
“So many fears,” Rock teased. “Little flower, don’t you trust me yet?”
“I do, Master, I really do.” Kira was nearly begging him to understand. “I am just…”
“What are you feeling?” Rock asked in the deep voice he always used when they were playing.
“I’m afraid,” Kira whispered.
“Of what?” Rock asked.
“I’m afraid that Master will decide and it will be too much,” Kira admitted as she eyed the flogger tucked into his back pocket.
“This?” Rock said as he pulled out the flogger.
Kira swallowed hard and nodded her head. “Yes, Master.”
“This, my little flower”—Rock smacked the flogger on his leg and smiled so wide that his teeth showed—”This will be the least of your worries this session. I am pretty sure that you will be begging me to use it later.”
“Oh God,” Kira muttered as she tested the restraints and they held her firmly.
“Oh Master is what you will be saying later,” Rock said after hearing her mumble. “You are allowed to swear, curse, question, and be completely disrespectful toward me tonight.”
“What?” Kira asked caught completely off guard. That wasn’t like Rock. That wasn’t her Master. “Why?”
“Because I said so,” Rock replied softly.
Rock strapped the butterfly to Kira’s crotch making sure it was just above her clit. She stood still, obedient as ever, and her trust in him made his heart swell. Rock ran the feather duster over Kira’s legs. He started on the outside and then moved to the inside. When she started to squirm and giggle, he moved to her stomach and breasts.
“Have you ever seen Steele Magnolias?” Rock asked as Kira tried to avoid the feather. She was giggling, wiggling, and screaming so hard that the walls of the Quonset actually vibrated. He let up with the feather and sent the flogger through the cage. It landed on the top of her left butt cheek.
“Oh hell,” Kira yelled. “What the fuck was that? What did you ask?”
“Have you ever seen Steele Magnolias?” Rock repeated as he hit the top of her right butt cheek with the flogger.
“Holy Hell,” Kira yelled as the flogger hit her. “Yes I have.”
Rock struck her with the flogger under both of her butt cheeks and Kira screamed.
“I’m peaches right now Rock.”
“Colors or fruit don’t matter right now,” Rock said firmly.
“What?”
Rock struck the right butt check again.
“Oh please stop,” Kira said. Tears were in her eyes. She didn’t like this at all. The butterfly next to her clit wasn’t helping at all. Then the feathery feeling started by her hips and moved upward. She giggled and started laughing. Then she screamed again for him to stop as she ran out of air.
Rock sent the flogger through the cage and hit softly on the front of Kira’s right thigh. Then quickly he hit the left. He saw the tears start to fall and he tickled the feather against her sides again. This time she started to wilt and surrender to both of the implements he was using and him. The butterfly didn’t matter to her.
“Rock, why?” Kira asked as her thighs stung and she couldn’t help but laugh when he tickled her sides.
“Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion,” Rock said as he quoted from Steele Magnolias.
“You are a sick man,” Kira said fiercely through her gasps and tears. “Stand down.”
“I am not military,” Rock replied calmly as he smacked her ass and feathered her sides.
“Master?” Kira begged.
Rock looked at her and Kira breathed a sigh of relief until he swung the flogger again and kept up with the feathers.
Then the tears fell. Rock was going light on her but it hurt. She wasn’t in subspace. She had been trained too hard about staying focused. She would probably never hit that true space with pain. She needed to work through the pain to live, to survive, and to save others.
Rock adjusted the butterfly so it was directly on Kira’s clit. She jerked and tugged at the restrains. It was useless. He had secured her good. She moaned a little and Rock hit her with the flogger again. The pain sent a little zap of electricity through her body. It was amplified by the butterfly.
/> The feather started and Kira choked off her sobs to laugh. It tickled. She laughed hard until her next breath was a figment of her imagination and then nothing. Kira felt herself surrounded by a fog. An early morning fog that rose from the ground. Just like when she and Karl would go check the cows during calving season. Her body went limp but she didn’t feel the strain on her arms or legs. She was surrounded by softness and the feeling of rain falling on her cheeks.
Rock used the quick release pulley and Kira fell forward into his arms. He had positioned her just right so that if this had happened then when she collapsed she would fall toward the opened cage door. He wrapped her in a silk covered blanket and headed toward the king-sized bed that she had on display. He didn’t care if she had never used it before or if it was reserved for guests. She needed to feel safe in his arms. He knew that after what he had put her through tonight the only place she would feel safe was either in the cage in the shop or in the Quonset. He hoped that she would trust him again.
“Nasty Master,” Kira murmured.
Rock reached under the blanket and found what he had hoped to find. Kira was wet. Her pussy was throbbing and ready. He decided to reward her for trusting him. For her enduring his will.
Rock stroked Kira’s pussy. Inside and then out. He traced the alphabet over her clit with the utmost gentleness. When her soft little whines became needy he pushed two fingers inside her slickness, finding the ever-elusive hard spot right behind her pubic bone and stroked.
He knew that it wasn’t going to take long. He pushed her legs apart slightly so that he could watch his fingers go in and out of her soft cunt. Her breath picked up and her legs started to shake. She was so close. Rock flicked her clit and then plunged his fingers back into her. He was rewarded with her pussy throbbing to meet his silent demands.
When Kira came around his fingers, she didn’t moan, didn’t call out, and didn’t scream. She just breathed. Deeply. Rock pulled her closer to his chest as he continued to move his fingers along her swollen tissues.