by Tara Sue Me
CHAPTER FIVE
Fritz had told Kate to leave the guesthouse unlocked, and he watched from the main house as she did. She didn’t like it, not one bit. It went against everything she knew, everything she felt, and everything she’d ever been told. Which is, of course, precisely why he’d asked her to do so.
In his instructions to her, he’d told her to be in position at seven o’clock exactly. He waited until ten minutes past to go to the guesthouse. He walked to the unopened and unlocked door, closed it behind him, and locked the door. He made sure his footsteps were loud and even, he wanted her to hear him. For just a second, he wanted her to imagine it wasn’t him, but someone else.
He walked into the bedroom she was waiting in and he saw her for the first time. She was on her knees, atop the bed, and naked. Her ass was to him and he could see her arousal in the slickness between her legs. He ached with the need to come up behind her, mount her, and sink his cock inside.
He reached down and stroked himself, smiling as he grew harder and longer.
Later.
He approached the bed and saw the slight tremor just under her skin. She probably knew it was him, but she couldn’t be hundred percent certain since she didn’t lock the door. He could be anybody and that turned her on.
Yes, he thought. This is what she needed. What he didn't give her in Germany, he would give her tonight.
“Spread your legs,” he told her. “Wide enough for me to see your worthless slut cunt.”
She knew it was him now, but he was willing to bet that knowledge didn’t bring the sense of relief she thought it would.
“Maybe a stranger would simply fuck you and be done,” he said. “But you know I've never been satisfied with a simple fuck, especially with a slut like you. Don't you?”
“Yes, Sir.” There was a trace of hesitation and fear in her voice, but it was almost drowned out by her need and lust.
“Besides, I know that dirty sluts like you are never satisfied with a simple fuck. Even with me between your legs working my dick into you, inch by inch. Slowly. Stretching you. Making you take it until you tell me you’re too full and surely there can't be that much more. I laugh and grab your hips to hold you still and thrust the rest of my monster into you with one stroke. Even that wouldn’t be enough, would it?”
“No, Sir.”
It was exactly what he thought she’d say, and he couldn’t help but wonder how long she’d had this need and why she’d never, as much as he could tell, told anyone about it. He should have pushed her harder in Berlin, but the truth was, he had been so thankful to have her in his bed, he didn’t.
He doubted she’d ever be able to live vanilla, but if she did, he was damn well going to give the submissive inside her a proper send off.
“Damn right it wouldn’t be enough. Not for a dirty whore like you. Fortunately, I’m going to give you exactly what you need. Every dirty, filthy, nasty thing. Tell me where I’m going to hurt you first,” he commanded.
She wiggled on the bed. Clearly aroused, but also a bit hesitant at what was going to happen next.
“Now,” he commanded again.
“On my pussy,” she said in an almost whisper.
“Yes, because I love nothing more than to fuck a cunt that is still red and warm to the touch. One I’ve punished myself.” She shivered at his words, but he planned to torment her longer. He shoved her head to the bed with one hand. “Ask me to spank your pretty pussy hard, slut. Beg me to make it hurt.”
Silence followed for a long moment and for a second he thought she might not. And then came her softly whispered, “Spank my pussy hard. Make it hurt.”
“Louder,” he said because the sheets muffled her voice.
“Spank me, Sir.”
He bent down and murmured in her ear, “Say it loud enough for Daniel and Julie to hear so they know what a wicked slut you are and how rough you like your fuckings to be.”
She lifted her head. “Please hurt my pussy, Sir, and then fuck it as hard as you can with your big dick.”
Although painfully hard, he didn’t touch himself, knowing if he did, he’d erupt and it’d be over before they really get started. He lifted his hand and brought it down hard on her most sensitive flesh.
She gave a little scream that made his cock engorge further. “Fuck, I can’t wait until it’s time for me to pound into you over and over.” Instead he struck her pussy over and over with his hand.
It wasn’t enough.
“On your back,” he told her. “Legs spread as wide as you can get them. Then use your hands to spread yourself even more. Show me your clit and offer it to me.”
She looked truly worried for the first time, but he kept his expression hard.
“Now, slut.”
Her breath hitched and he nearly feared he’d gone too far, but when she scrambled into position with her legs held wide open, there was no hiding her arousal They had played numerous times when she’d been in Berlin and he’d never seen her so thoroughly drenched.
He swiped a fingertip through it and painted her clit with her wetness. “I had no idea you were such a filthy fucking girl. Look at you.”
It was so true on his part. He’d had no inclination that she desired humiliation during play. But he also felt as if he were walking a minefield. A sub could be turned on by any number of things a Dom might chose to humiliate her with, but one wrong move, one carelessly whispered phrase, could trigger a reaction that could break her.
He schooled his features because she watched him, desperately seeking approval for what they were doing and what they were getting ready to do. “If I had known in Berlin just how dirty you liked it, I’d have chained you naked to my bed and used you as my fuck toy for the week.”
Her eyes dilated at his words. Oh yes, he was pushing all the right buttons for her. Now he had to push her further. He started by slapping her clit. Not softly, but not as hard as he thought he could go and harder than he’d dared in Berlin. Her eyes fluttered. He slapped harder and harder, until her eyes held more pain than pleasure.
He stopped and cupped his hand over the heated flesh between her legs. It wasn’t until he heard her suck in her breath that he realized how close she was to coming. He left his hand there while she brought herself down. Not stroking or pulling, just resting on her body. Silently letting her know he hadn’t gone anywhere, nor was he planning to.
When she once more breathed calmer, he felt the need to check in with her. “Are you okay to continue?”
Her eyes were closed and she took several deep breaths before answering. “Yes, please, Herr Brose.”
“Open your eyes.”
She quickly obeyed and he saw the truth of her reply.
“In that case, I think it’s about time I went to work above your waist.” He reached for his bag and brought out the rope he’d prepared earlier. He cupped her right breast and started slowly - kneading, stroking, caressing - and gradually got rougher.
“Be quiet until I say differently,” he told her and without waiting for any sort of acknowledgment, he dropped his head down and bit one of her nipples. She sucked in a breath, but managed to not speak. Though she did thrust her chest forward as if in offering.
“Very nice, slut. I like you offering your body for my use, even though you know you don’t have to. It shows me you’re willing to do anything I want you to.” He traced her other breast. “But in this case….”
He bit her other nipple and smiled inwardly at the hiss of pleasure she gave him. He couldn’t show her that yet, though. He pulled back and fisted her hair.
“I thought I told you to be quiet? Are you seriously such a piss poor slut that you can’t follow simple directions? Come here.” He pulled her off the bed and pushed her to her knees before him. “Obviously, you need something to keep your mouth occupied so you don’t make noise.”
He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to suck my dick and by that I mean you be
tter be the best cock sucker in the whole damn world. That’s to make up for making noise after I told you not to. After that, if you want me to stay and continue, your mouth is going to become acquainted with my ass.”
She didn’t move.
“Today, slut!”
She moved forward and took him in her mouth. He knew he was large, so he normally let her take him slow, but that wasn’t what she was looking for tonight. He fisted her hair and held her still while he thrust into her mouth. “Take the whole damn thing, slut. All at once to the back of your throat. Act like you have a fucking clue as to what you’re doing.”
God, she felt good. He hummed his pleasure. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”
He let her continue for a bit longer before he pulled completely out her mouth. She slipped behind him and he felt her mouth on his backside. When she started with her tongue, he knew he had to stop her or else he’d never last.
“Halt.” He dropped his hand to the top of her head and saw her own hands drop to her side. Not only that, but her fingertips glistened with evidence of her arousal. “Get in front of me.”
She crawled to get in front of him. He cupped her chin and forced her to look up at him.
“Were you touching yourself while you sucked me off and played with my ass?” He asked. “Answer.”
“Yes, Herr Brose.” Her pupils were dilated, she was aroused and deep into her headspace.
“For tonight that is my cunt and you don’t touch it without permission.”
She nodded at his command.
“I want you back on the bed where I can finish decorating your tits, but I think you may need some help in remaining quiet, so I’m going to gag you.” After he placed a ball gag in her mouth and told her get on the bed, he picked the rope back up and proceeded to bind her breasts, leaving her nipples exposed for him to toy with as he wished. He flicked one and then the other. She couldn’t say anything, but her hips twitched as she searched desperately for relief.
Which she wouldn’t be getting anytime soon.
Fuck, he was a bastard and a half for how much it turned him on that she enjoyed what they were doing. How much he loved being in charge of her pleasure. Deciding how, when, and if she got any.
He squeezed a nipple and slipped a clamp on it, running his hands down the rest of her body until he came to her clit. He loved the sound that came from behind the gag in her mouth when he ever so slightly gave the sensitive button a pinch.
Without giving her a chance to recover, he did the same to her other nipple. This time instead of playing with her clit, he slid a finger between her legs and clamped her labia. She gave another grunt, but all he had to do was drag a finger between her folds.
“Look at this.” He held his finger up so she could see. “Already so wet and I haven’t even done anything you to. My cock could slide right in that cunt, couldn’t it? I don’t even know why you bother with a job. You’d be better off on your back all day, offering your holes to perfect strangers.”
Her eyes met his and she looked needy, like she wanted more. He felt safe enough to continue. “Maybe I won’t fuck you after all. I don’t think a worthless slut like you deserves to be fucked. Why should I give you pleasure?”
He flicked one of her nipples and noticed her hips twitch again. “Hmm, I know what I’m going to do, you filthy girl. I’m going to flog your breasts, and if you can come from that, you can have my cock. Understand?”
She nodded.
He smiled at her and made a big production of selecting which flogger to use. He dismissed a light one and picked of one of the heaviest he’d brought. He showed it to her and, for good measure, brought it down on her calf. She grunted, and he knew it’d hurt like hell if he used it on the sensitive flesh of her chest. He sighed and put it down. “Unfortunately, you’re so worthless, I’m not able to use this one on you. I’ll have to find a better slut I can use that one on.”
He picked up a middle weight one. Holding it above her so she could see, he stroked it up and down her body. The tips of the tails teased her. “Can you feel it? Even though I’m using it gently across your skin, you can almost imagine how it’s going to feel when I put some force behind it, can’t you?”
He didn’t expect an answer, not with the gag in her mouth, besides, even if he hadn’t gagged her, he’d still be able to know how she felt. Her skin pebbled in gooseflesh as he trailed the leather along her skin. Fuck, she was a delight to play with.
He waited until he thought he had her lulled into complacency. Then, ever so slightly, he lifted up the flogger and brought it hard against a nipple. She gave a grunt behind the gag.
“More than you were expecting, wasn’t it, girl?”
He struck again and again alternating between light blows and heavy ones. Sometimes, he would ensure her entire breasts were hit, then he would switch and only hit the tips of her nipples. When he really wanted to tease her, he would make sure to only gently sway the flogger above her while her body quivered below. Before too long, she was a needy mess. Just the way he wanted her.
“Poor girl, are you getting desperate for some relief?” He flicked the flogger against one of her nipples again. “Oh, yes,” he said. “I love how your skin is turning a beautiful brilliant pink color. So lovely. I could do this forever.”
He repeated the same cycle again, light than heavy, heavy and light, over and over. Soon she was breathing heavily, but he didn't think she was struggling to hold back her orgasm.
“You want to come badly, don’t you?” He had her right where he wanted her, getting close and almost begging him. Or maybe she would have if the rubber ball strapped to her mouth didn't prevent her from speaking. He traced a line of drool from the gag, pleased at her response. “So badly.”
Keeping his eyes on hers, he struck her over and over until she was just on the edge, to where she was close and yet still danced between pain and pleasure. He lifted his hand and brought the tails of the flogger down on her clit. She orgasmed immediately. Her release evident as her eyes flew open.
He dropped the flogger and released the gag around her mouth.Then, unable to stop himself, undid his pants and shoved them down as quickly as possible. He fumbled for a condom, ripping it open with his teeth, and then slid it down his length. She was still riding the final waves of her orgasm when he spread her legs and thrust up into her as hard as he could.
Holy fuck, yes!
The feel of him made her orgasm for a second time. He grabbed her head and held her tight to him so he could feel her teeth against his skin. The entire time he continued his thrusts. “Yes. Yes,” he said. “Give me another one.”
He moved harder and deeper into her, and she came over and over again. He still didn’t stop, pounding into her as hard as he could. He chased his own climax, not getting quite as deep inside her as he wanted. But never giving up trying to get deeper.
“There you go. Almost. Almost. Yes. Yes.”
He released with a grunt into the condom and dropped beside her. She lay spent at his side. After recovering for a few minutes, she looked at him with questioning eyes.
Her lips were still wet from drool, and he traced them with his finger. “Oh no, slut,” he said in answer to her unasked question. “We are far from over.”
He took her lips in a harsh kiss, opening her to him and feeling her melt in his embrace. Satisfied, he pulled back. “I’m going to get you some water and then you're gonna suck me off and get my dick hard again. After that you’re going to beg me to take your ass.”
CHAPTER SIX
After, Kate shook in his arms. He rolled them to their sides, so they spooned with her back to his chest. She was so tiny compared to him that is was easy to curl himself around her, wrapping her protectively in the safety and warmth of his body. His lips pressed gently against the nape of her neck.
She was silent for so long, he actually thought she’d fallen asleep until he heard a soft sniffle. He frowned when it was quickly followed by two more.
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bsp; “Kate?”
He was unprepared when she turned in his arms, buried her head in his chest, and began to sob uncontrollably. In Berlin after a scene, she would turn snippy and a bit mean. As such, he was not expecting the weeping woman in his arms. He did the only thing he knew of to do: hold her, tell her she was okay, and that he would fight with his last breath to keep her that way.
He held her until she’d cried herself out. Until she had no more tears, and they both were exhausted. Though he wanted nothing more than to stay in bed for at least the next ten to twelve hours, they were both covered in sweat and in desperate need of a bath. Before they’d started, he’d planned to have her take a bath after and to pamper her, to gently and reverently put back together every piece of her that he’d spent the last few hours taking apart. He didn’t think she was up for a bath at the moment.
He dropped his head to her neck and brushed his lips across her skin. “Let’s go take a quick shower.”
She mumbled a protest and snuggled deeper into his arms. He stroked her hair. “Kate,” he tried again. “Come with me. You’ll feel so much better.”
“Don’t want to move,” she said into his chest.
“Then you don’t move,” he said. “Let me do all the work.”
She muttered something else, but he couldn’t tell what. But no matter if she agreed with him or not, they both needed a quick shower. Tonight would be quick. She was right, she was much too tired for anything else. Which meant his plan to pamper her would have to wait until the morning. That would probably be better anyway, he decided. Odds were she would be sore when she woke up.
He carried her as gently as possible to the bathroom and managed to get them clean enough for sleep. He knew he’d made the right decision when she curled up against him as he got them both situated for bed and whispered, “Thank you, I do feel better.”
He kissed her forehead and it was almost an hour later before he was able to settle into sleep.
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She groaned as she surfaced from sleep. Every part of her body was sore, along with several places she had been unaware she had. She opened one eye just enough to see if she could determine what time it was without moving.