by Golden Angel
She led the way to the Arabian Nights room, although she had no way of knowing that he'd stopped by earlier in the day to make some alterations. Nothing huge, but he had no intention of using the bed in there tonight.
When she stepped inside, she came to a halt. Looking over her shoulder, Patrick smiled in satisfaction.
He'd moved the throne chair out of the way, and in its place was a huge mirror, propped up against the wall. In front of the mirror was a spanking bench, already adjusted so that it was almost at a ninety degree angle, ensuring that the lucky submissive strapped to it would be looking straight ahead at herself in the mirror.
Lexie whirled around, staring up at him almost accusingly. "You changed the room around."
"Yes I did." Satisfaction was heavy in his voice. Behind his zipper, his cock jerked. "Now go put yourself over the spanking bench so that I can make sure that the next time you speak to me in the club, you remember to call me Sir. Or, better, Master."
It was damn adorable when she bit her lip like that, going from fiery brat to uncertain submissive in a heartbeat. Wide eyes stared up at him, accusation extinguished to be replaced by sensual excitement and a woman's worry over her poor behind. He doubted she realized that her fingers had come up to stroke her collar again. She'd been doing it ever since he'd put it on her, and every time she did, his cock pulsed.
"Now, Pixie."
His voice seemed to jolt her out of whatever thoughts she was having and she spun around, a little wobbly on her heels. Immediately, he put out his hand, but he ended up not touching her as she righted herself on her own and walked over to the bench. Watching her bend her body over it, putting her hands and knees in place, was almost as delightful as watching her walk up the stairs had been.
The heart-shaped cheeks of her bottom quivered slightly and then relaxed, a gorgeous frame to the blue plug's base which was in the center. Her swollen pussy lips and clamped labia were slick and shiny with her cream, the little red nub of her clit poking out invitingly. Settling into position, Lexie looked forward in the mirror, which allowed her to stare straight at him in the reflection.
Lust, need, wariness and eagerness all flickered across her face as she watched him pick up a leather paddle from one of the tables near the bed. He'd left it out, knowing that he'd probably use it at some point tonight.
Stepping up behind her and slightly to the side, he tapped the paddle against his thigh, meeting her eyes in the mirror as he began to rub his free hand over the creamy cheeks of her ass. "Do you understand why you're being punished?"
"Yes, Sir."
Little minx. He hadn't insisted on Master, but she'd known he would have preferred it, and her eyes glinted with mischievousness in the mirror. Daring him. His lips curved into a smile. So she wanted to play it that way, did she?
"Good. Your safe word is 'red.'"
"Yes, Sir."
She barely gotten the words out before he snapped his hand back and brought the paddle down hard on the back of her thigh.
THWAP!
"OW!" Shock resonated in her voice as she lurched forward, obviously unprepared for the sharp pain that lanced through her. She'd been expecting a blow to her upturned rump, not the sensitive back of her thigh, and he'd known it.
"Back in position," he ordered, holding up the paddle again, watching her in the mirror so that she could see he was prepared to bring it down on her other thigh the moment she was back in place.
Blinking, eyes looking a little liquid, she sniffed a bit and moved herself back. It would have been easier for her if he'd tied her down, but tonight Patrick wanted to watch her struggle a bit more. Dominating her with his commands, rather than giving her the easier task of submitting to her bonds.
As she settled back down on the bench, Patrick brought the paddle down again.
THWAP!
This time she was more prepared for it, but she still jerked slightly and gave a small cry as the pain flared through her. He could see her muscles tensing, flexing and probably squeezing the large plug in her ass as she squirmed on top of the bench. The two pink prints on the backs of her thighs made him grin. He glanced in the mirror, to see her watching him with slightly narrowed eyes.
Yes, she was able to watch herself, but she was also going to be able to see him and his expressions. The mirror would be revealing for both of them. Lexie was going to know exactly how much he enjoyed every dirty, erotic moment.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
******
The rounded cheeks of her ass were on fire from the sharp blows of the paddle, although none of them could compare to the stinging smacks Patrick occasionally landed on her thighs. Watching him land each smack so precisely, with such focus on her backside, was so damned sexy even though it hurt like hell.
He wasn't giving her a punishment spanking, but he wasn't holding back either.
Hot flames licked at her backside as it clenched around the thick plug in her anus. Fortunately, he was careful to avoid actually smacking the base of the plug, she had no doubt that would hurt like a bitch, considering how large the toy was.
It was hard to get enough breath to gasp and moan, the cincher around her waist making it impossible for her to breathe deeply. It made her light-headed, giddy, and confused her body even further. Conflicting sensations rioted through her as she panted.
They looked beautiful in the mirror, her bent over and submitting to him, Patrick standing behind her like a stern god doling out erotic punishment to her. Every inch of her lower body throbbed, her clit felt like it was twice its usually size and oh so sensitive to the rush of air that flowed over it every time the paddle landed.
She gripped the hand rests of the bench tightly, forcing herself to stay in place as the paddle came down again, and she cried out. The sting pierced her, before being followed by a hot rush of pleasurable warmth in the exact same area.
"Have you learned your lesson, Lexie?"
"Yes, Sir," she gasped out, shuddering as his hand came down to caress her ass. The lustful expression on his face as he squeezed her buttock, roughly, sent a shiver down her spine, even as her pussy clenched emptily. Fuck, she needed him inside of her so bad, she was going to go crazy with it.
"Do you know what we're going to do tonight, Pixie?"
"No, Sir," she said, shaking her head. Patrick never gave hints.
His eyes met hers in the mirror, his hand sliding down her butt cheek and tapping against the base of the plug. It made the big toy jolt inside of her and she clenched automatically.
"You're going to watch me take your anal virginity."
Fuck, if she'd been breathless before, that was nothing compared to how she felt now. A heady giddiness swamped her as Patrick twisted the plug, tugging at it gently so that it pulled on the tight ring of her sphincter while she shuddered and moaned at the sensation.
"Would you like that, Pixie?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Tell me."
Oh fuck. Her throat felt tight, constricted, as she stared helplessly at him in the mirror while he toyed with the plug. Being tied up while Patrick had his way with her was always hot, and she'd thought she'd felt vulnerable at those moments, but they were nothing compared to this one. Nothing holding her down, nothing restraining her or binding her place; she was just going to lay here and, not just let him, ask him to fuck her virgin ass. Hot need coursed through her as he waited, spinning the plug back and forth. The sensation wasn't uncomfortable, just strange, and verging on the edge of being highly pleasurable if she could just get her head around it.
"Please, Sir," she whispered, licking her lips, unable to take her eyes away from his. "Please fuck my virgin ass."
"You don't sound very sure, Pixie," he said, his voice warm and hungry. He tugged on the base, pulling it away from her body, enough to stretch her but not enough to pull it free, and she gasped as her tight hole spasmed around it.
"Please, Sir... I want you inside my ass... I want you to take my last virginity... I've be
en saving it for you."
The shock on his face would have made her extremely smug in another situation. She honestly hadn't meant to tell him, not yet, but her brain wasn't right at the moment. Maybe she really wasn't getting enough air, or maybe she'd just gone past the point of being able to hold anything back from him, but the words had come out without thought.
His eyes softened even as the expression on his face hardened into something ferociously possessive, even more so than when he'd put the collar on her earlier.
"I'm honored, sweetheart," he said, his voice so tender that it was completely at odds with the fire across the skin on her ass and the depraved, lustful needs of her body. "I'll take good care of you."
"I know you will." Her ass might be burning from the paddling, her pussy lips throbbing from the clamp, and her breath coming in short, soft pants, but she trusted him completely. There was no doubt in her mind that he would never hurt her, and that everything he did was ultimately done for her pleasure.
She cried out as he pulled the plug, surprising her while her body was still relaxed. The empty hole gaped and spasmed, as Patrick carefully set the big plug off to the side. His eyes never left her, his caressing, possessive eyes. Lexie whimpered as she watched him take off his clothes, piling them on the bed, before grabbing a thing of lube and spreading it liberally over his cock.
Even those few minutes weren't enough for her ass to close up completely, and she could feel it as he put the fat head of his cock at the entrance to her body. Their gazes met in the mirror, making her mouth go dry at the sight of him behind her, preparing himself. The image would be burned into her memory until the day she died.
"Are you ready, Pixie?" he asked softly, gently. The soothing voice of a lover.
"Yes, Master."
Just before he pushed, his hand slid down to her pussy and pulled the clamp off. She moaned as blood rushed back into her sensitive parts with a pleasurable surge of sensation, completely different from nipple clamps, just as his cock pushed against the tight ring of her sphincter. In the mirror she could see him, jaw clenched, teeth gritted, and his eyes... his intensely focused eyes on her face as he breached her last virginity.
"Oh fuck..." She gasped as her body opened for him, shuddering as the head of his cock popped past the tight ring of her sphincter. While the head was wider than the shaft, his shaft was still far thicker than the notch that her anus had settled into on the plug.
The sensation was hot and unyielding, her sphincter burning as it tried to close further and was unable to, gripping him so tightly that she doubted he would have been able to move without the lube that he'd spread on himself. Flames licked her inside and out as his hands came down on her ass, squeezing her reddened cheeks, distracting her slightly from the discomfort of the huge cock that was impaling her from behind. Her pussy spasmed emptily as he pushed deeper, opening her up in a completely different way than the plug had.
Every centimeter he gained felt as though it was scraping against her delicate insides, stretching her almost unbearably. The tight ring of muscle at her entrance ached, even as his cock rubbed over a wonderfully sensitive spot inside of her. She felt heavy and full and oh so complete. It hurt so damned good, and it felt unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.
******
Seeing Lexie's eyes practically glazed over in the mirror, Patrick doubted that she was watching them anymore. Her focus had turned entirely inward once he'd started to bury himself inside of her as she struggled to relax herself, to accommodate the new dimensions of her rear channel. As her muscles fluttered around his cock, he murmured soothing encouragement that fell on deaf ears, rubbing her ass with his hands to help her adjust.
With about half of his cock enveloped in her last virgin hole, he began to rock back and forth, making her gasp and tighten as she experienced true thrusting in her hole for the first time. The wild look on her face was one of sensual abandon, even as she grimaced with discomfort. Not once did she protest or beg him to stop or even slow.
He was still reeling from the revelation that she'd deliberately saved her ass for him. When he'd learned she was an anal virgin, he'd thought it was nothing more than lack of opportunity or perhaps trust with her previous boyfriends and sexual partners. But she'd been thinking of him all along, and the moment he'd learned that, he hadn't been able to draw out the scene any longer.
"What's your color, sweetheart?" he asked. Even though he was watching her expressions in the mirror, he wanted to know that he wasn't misreading her. While seeing her bear some discomfort to pleasure him was exactly what he craved, what he needed, he wanted to ensure that her needs were met as well.
"Green," she said, wriggling slightly, her eyes clearing just a bit as she looked back at him in the mirror. Those big baby blues widened, as if she was just noticing exactly how breathtakingly erotic a tableau they made together. "It hurts, but it feels so good too."
"Good girl," he said, running his hand around the bottom of her waist cincher. So far it had restricted her breathing perfectly, helping to keep her distracted and light-headed, but he was ready to loosen the laces at any sign of truly labored breathing. "Ready for a little more?"
"Yes, Master." Her breath hitched, and his cock jerked, balls tightening at the breathy sound of her voice, declaring him her Master again. Fuck, he'd never get tired of hearing that.
"Then take it."
Pushing deeper into her, he savored her soft cries of pained pleasure as he slid the rest of his cock inside of her. The lube helped him push past her clenching muscles, which massaged his cock as he finally penetrated her fully. They both groaned as he bottomed out, his groin pressing up against her hot cheeks.
Taking his gaze away from the mirror for just a moment, so that he could fully appreciate the sight of his dark cock buried in her ass, his chocolate hands covering her cherry-red cheeks. Fucking beautiful.
"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck..." She was repeating the words over and over, underneath her breath, her face screwed up as if in concentration. He held still, letting her spasm around him, feeling her body adjusting to the invasion. The play of muscles around his cock massaged his length, making waiting entirely pleasurable, if a bit torturous because he was dying to thrust and ride her.
As her breathing started to even out, Patrick slid his hands up to her waist, taking hold of her hips, and began to pull his cock from the warm, tight sheathe of her body.
"Oh Fuck!" Lexie shuddered, bucking slightly as her back arched against the spanking bench, eyelashes fluttering. "That feels... oh fuck, that feels so weird... Patrick... I can't... It's too intense..."
"Hush, sweetheart, you're doing so well," he said, soothingly as he reversed directions and began to slide back in. Lexie panted, shivering, eyes glazed again as she slowly relaxed against the bench. "I'm so pleased with you."
This time when he began to pull out again, she moaned and clenched, but something about her had softened. Changed. She was submitting completely to him, giving herself over to him and letting him do with her body as he wanted. Trusting him to make this good for her, even though it was scary and intense and probably a bit frightening.
The power that she gave him was just as terrifying to him. He cradled it gently, determined to never let her down.
"Hold on, Pixie," he murmured, slowly withdrawing again. Her eyes were half-lidded as she rested her chin against the bench, blinking as he addressed her. "I'm going to make you feel so good."
She gasped as he thrust in, harder than he had any time before, her body responding immediately to the combination of pleasure and pain. The spasms of her inner muscles felt so fucking good, but he was going to hold off until she came first. Gripping her hips tightly, he began to plunge his cock in and out of her, rubbing its length against her tight channel, pressing her mound against the bench and stimulating her clit at the same time.
"Oh! Oh!" Lexie began to writhe underneath him, he could see her fingers and toes curling in the mirror as she trie
d to adjust to this new wash of sensations. There was a huge difference between wearing a plug, even a large one, and having a cock moving in and out of her ass.
Her cheeks flushed and she tossed her head as he rubbed over something deep inside of her that made her clamp down around him. The lube kept her from being able to truly grip him, and she cried out in intense pleasure as he kept moving, kept thrusting.
******
It was too much.
Rapture.
Pain.
Decadence.
Perversion.
Intimacy.
A free-fall into a sexual chasm so intense that she didn't know if she'd come through it intact. Her body clung to the bench as if it might save her, Patrick's hands on her hips holding her to reality.
The feel of his cock, moving inside of her, in places that no other man had ever touched, was more intense than she could have ever imagined. Her ass gripped him, trying to hold him in place, as the head of his cock passed over an exquisitely sensitive spot deep inside of her. When she couldn't hold him there, and he did it again, and again, she almost screamed from the intense sensation. If she could have gotten the breath to, she would have.
He was plundering her, pleasuring her, and she wanted more, more, more.
"Patrick! I need... please... I'm going to..." She couldn't find the breath to ask him for what she needed, to beg him for permission.
"Cum for me, Pixie. Whenever you need to." His voice was dark, fierce, as his fingers dug into her hips and the thrusting in her ass came faster, harder.
She screamed as the ecstasy rolled through her, a fuller, deeper orgasm than she was used to. It came from some dark place inside of her and flowed outwards, boiling through her in torturous bliss, filling her completely. Her body strained, bucking, sobbing, and shattering. Blackness loomed as she ran out of breath, causing her orgasm to soar even higher, synapses firing off in her brain, no longer able to discern pleasure from pain or fear from passion.
Patrick's voice roared her name and she gasped, breathlessly, as sudden liquid heat filled her. He pulsed inside of her, each spurt of cum forcing its way past the gripping ring of muscle at the entrance to her body and spilling into her dark hole. Mewling sounds, like from a small animal, filled her ears... her voice... her sounds.