by Haley Monroe
“I’m a kind man, Hannah. A patient man, I like to think.” He squatted in front of me as he tied the end of the rope under the table. My arms were stretched out so far in front of me that my shoulders stung with the reach. “I’ve thought of nothing but you in the times we’ve been apart. I want only to spoil you and make you see the stars.” I smiled up at him as much as I could from my position, but he walked behind me without seeing my grin. He began winding more rope around one of my thighs and then the other. Not so carefully, he hitched each of my legs up, keeping my body spread wide by securing my knees to the edge of the table, bent up near each of my hips. In yoga, I think they would call this the child’s pose except my knees were more off to the side instead of under me.
My spine felt longer in this position and my ass felt completely on display as he pushed my skirt up over my cheeks. “But, I won’t be spoken to like that. Ever.” He snapped the end of the rope against the lower half of my butt cheek to get his point across. A small squeak of surprise leaked from my lips as the rope kissed my flesh.
Jacob walked away from the table, his footsteps falling heavy in my ear. I took the second of alone time to wiggle in an attempt to test the strength of his handiwork. I was completely immobile. I could wiggle my fingers and toes and turn my head from side to side but that was about the extent of it.
“I was just trying to be funny.” I mumbled into the vinyl, realizing I was in this for the long haul. I couldn’t escape so I tried settling into my position and preparing for the events about to take place.
“Humor has a time and place.” His voice was calm when he approached the table again. I lifted my chin to find him holding a ball gag between his hands. “I’m going to put this in your mouth to remind you that good girls hold their tongues when they feel like smarting off.” I felt my eyes grow wide. I’d never used one before and it seemed so large, so fucking red. “You will not be able to speak your safe word while this is in, so if you have had enough you will squeeze this twice.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out an itty-bitty rubber duck who also has a bright red ball gag stuffed in its beak.
The kinky little duck was so cute that it made me laugh and helped to calm some of my anxious fears. He pushed the toy into the palm of my right hand and closed my fingers around it to make it yelp. He did it one more time to show me exactly what he would be listening for if I wanted to call it quits.
“Okay.” I agreed. I was nervous, maybe even a little scared but so horny it didn’t matter. He could have said he was going to welcome in a group of friends for all of them to teach me a lesson and I wouldn’t have cared as long as he forgave me in the end. My thighs were already tensing and my hips were rocking in search of something, anything to end the throbbing in my center.
“Good girl. Open up for me now.” He gave me a cheeky smile that made my toes curl. God, I missed his handsome face.
“Before you put that in, can I ask you something?” I looked up at him with worried eyes.
“Of course,” He reached down and swept his fingers across my cheek. There was a longing in his eyes that matched my own. The darkness in his gaze called to me. He was as tense and stressed out as I have been and he needs this too. I was stupid to think he stayed away from me for the fun of it and even dumber to let my mouth run away from me.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Oh, no, kitten,” he squatted down, making us eye to eye. “I’m not mad, this is a lesson and a punishment. Our relationship is still young, so young.” His fingers caressed my cheek and jaw as he spoke. His voice deep but clear and even. “And if I let you get away with being a smart ass so soon, you’ll be walking all over me forever and that won’t work for me. It won’t work for us. I’ll be resentful which could lead to an unsafe situation for both of us.” He explained gently. “I’m wound up from working so much and have missed you just as much as you have missed me. Believe me, this hasn’t been easy on me either. I’m going to fuck you hard and deep. I’m going to force you to come until your body can’t produce another drop of come.” I made a small whimper of a moan as his words painted pictures in my eager mind. “I’m going to do this, to remind you of your place as my little. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head as much as I could and opened my lips wide for him. He pushed the plastic ball between my teeth and I bit down on it. Testing how it felt. There was a small hole through the center, big enough to push a pencil through, I imagined it was there for me to suck air in and out of if I forgot how to breathe through my nose or in case he pinched my nostrils closed.
When Jacob stood up to buckle the straps of the ball gag around the back of my head he pressed his erection into my face. The fabric of his black slacks was soft, but the thick lump straining inside of them was anything but. The hard ridge of him rubbed against my nose. I stretched my neck as far as I could to nuzzle myself against him, but as soon as the gag was secure he stepped away from me.
“I must admit, kitten. I’m rather glad for your smart mouth. I have been in a foul mood most of the morning and was in need of a good excuse to take my frustrations out on my pretty, little fuck toy.” Drool was already beginning to leak from my mouth. I tried swallowing but it was difficult and speaking was impossible.
I felt his fingers trail down my side then felt his legs against the soles of my feet as he stood behind me. “Look at you. So open and ready to accept your punishment.” The room was silent save for my shallow breathing and constant mewling whimpers coming from around the gag stuffed in my mouth. The silence made it that much easier to hear the flick of a blade as it popped out of its holder. I squirmed or tried to squirm, desperate to find out if I was imagining what I heard. “Be still, I wouldn’t want to cut you.” He released a dark chuckle and added, “Too badly, that is.”
My heart jumped into my throat and all my limbs tensed up. I felt the cool, side of a blade against my inner thigh and a low, worried sound bubbled in my chest. Was it a big knife? A sharp knife? I imagined Jacob behind me with a fucking machete.
“Mo, Pw-easse,” I sobbed around the gag. Fear spiked in my guy, racing through my hyper aware body.
“I’m just going to cut away the clothing in my way, baby. Relax.” Jacob’s hand patted my ass cheek and then I felt the material of my skirt growing taunt. The blade made a swishing sound as it sliced through the back of my skirt. He let the fabric fall across the table on either side of my hips, not bothering to try to pull it from under me. His hand laid over my left hip and he cut the strap of my pink thong he had sent to my house a few days ago. Repeating his actions on the right side left my pussy bare. The fan above me blew cool air over my exposed, wet skin.
I wished so badly I could see him. I wanted to know what his plans were and how he was fixen’ to touch my body but I was stuck staring at the wall of toys. So many options for him to use on me but he didn’t grab any of the toys. His big hand massaged the globes of my ass and smacked me lightly. Just enough to startle me.
He worked slowly to cut my white tee shirt into small enough pieces that he could pull it away from my body. Throwing the strips of abandoned fabric to the floor left me in just the pink bra and his pretty black ropes.
The knife was gone now, both of his hands working to knead my ass cheeks. “You’re so beautiful.” He spoke lightly, more like he was speaking to my pussy than to me. A hand rubbed over my pussy, firm and with intent. My clit became trapped under his fingers as he rubbed. My hips sunk back against his fingers to welcome more of his touch. It felt so good. Ripples of pleasure washed though me and my eyes fell closed.
He was making small but fast circles with his fingertips around my aching bundle of nerves. A sweet rhythm that lit my pussy on fire. My moans quickly turned to short gasps of air sucked in through the ball gag. “Come on then,” Jacob coaxed from behind me. “Come for me. The first of many.” He continued the same lazy pace. Perfect. It was a perfectly slow build up that exploded quickly. “Lovely,” he whispered before he kissed my ass cheek. A s
weet press of his lips turned to a wet, messy kiss on my rear. His lips opened wide and moved higher, nearing my lower back. His tongue made a path back down to the fattest part of my ass and then he bit me. His perfect teeth sunk into my skin and held. Held until I tried to buck him off of me. Of course, I could do no such thing and he laughed when he backed away.
His hand moved up from my clit, parting my drenched labia before he sunk two thick fingers in my still contracting hole. His mouth that had just marked my bum, latched on to my sensitive clit and sucked. Sucked so hard the orgasm I thought had faded sparked right back to life. His wet tongue flicked furiously, straight up and down, over my nub while his fingers fucked me with lazy intent.
I screamed as I struggled. There is something unexplainable about a forced orgasm. When your body isn’t ready but your nerves react. You lose control over your body, muscles twitching without permission and your heart bangs against your ribs until it hurts.
His tongue was mad. This wasn’t teasing or gentle. It was harsh and dangerous. Tears burned behind my closed eye lids and slipped under my lashes to burn hot trails down my cheeks.
My fists clenched tight in reaction to the tidal wave of painful bliss, causing my little yellow duck to make a screeching plea for me. Jacob removed his mouth from my quivering body and pulled his fingers from my pussy. Stopping every action in the second he recognized the signal. “Is that a safe word?” He had a teasing tone laced through his words. Almost as if he was daring me to end out play so early. I wasn’t quitting, I was just overworked.
It shocked me when he placed a wet finger under my chin and I blinked my eyes open. I hadn’t heard him come around or even felt him as he made his way from behind me to here. When he came into focus, he kissed my nose. “Squeak it once more if you want to continue.” My hand quickly flexed around my little friend whose whine matched my own. “Good girl. Let’s see just how much more that pussy can take, yeah?”
2
Pin pricks of sensation began to tingle in my shoulders and upper thighs. Holding this position was growing more difficult by the second but I didn’t want to wuss out of my punishment because I was uncomfortable. Jacob was behind me again when I heard the steady buzzing of a vibrating wand.
“Mo, Mwwoo.” I cried against the ball gag. My pussy was too sensitive, I was afraid of what the wand would do to me. I yanked on the ropes holding me to the table, thrashing as much as I could but still wasn’t able to budge an inch.
“Your cries make my dick throb, kitten. Let me hear you scream and I’ll fuck you like we both want.” He pressed the wand to my snotty, slippery cunt. The vibrations so strong it was almost numbing over my clit. He jerked it up and down, almost as if he was jacking off my clit with the bulbous head of the toy.
He wanted me to scream, and scream I did. I screamed so loud my lungs hurt and my throat became raw. I screamed until my own voice was all I could hear, until it consumed my brain and turned it to mush. My orgasm was pulsing on the edge of existence, so close and yet so far away. It hurt. It hurt so fucking good.
More tears washed down my cheeks to mix with the saliva puddling under me. Hiccup like coughs broke through and I screamed for release. “I can’t. I can’t” my jumbled words rang out over and over.
“It’s hard, isn’t it? Yeah.” His soothing voice did nothing to calm me. “Daddy knows, kitten. Daddy knows that pussy is getting worn out. Such a shame it’s so soon but you need to come. Come for Daddy, Hannah. Come quick before I take it away.” He had to yell in order for me to hear him over my constant lamenting.
The threat of the painful vibrations being taken away, shoved me over the cliff I was dangling from. I came so hard I thought maybe my jaw would break as I bit over the hard gag between my teeth. My body shook so hard the table itself was trembling. “That’s my girl. Good girl.” Daddy praised from behind me. The vibrator shut off and my panting filled my ears. “I wish you could see how red and swollen your little clit is.” My body jumped when he tapped his smooth cock head against my pulsing button. “Listen to your pussy, sweet girl.” He growled, drawing his dick through my wet lips. He dipped his cock inside of my slick hole, just an inch and yanked it back. The sloppy wet sound of it made me flex, trying to suck his dick back inside of my body. I needed him to fill me. The urge was so frantic that even though I couldn’t imagine coming again, I wanted him filling me more than I wanted my next breath. “Mmhmm, fuck yes. So damn tight. You’re ready for me.”
He plunged inside of me, my lungs heaved with the strain. His hips met my ass cheeks with a loud slap. He’d impaled me with his long fucking cock. I continued to moan as he pulled in and out, so slowly. Dragging every throbbing inch back out of my pussy. He was stretching my lips, the veins and ridges of his cock making my body shiver.
“Oh, you feel like heaven. Can you feel me, kitten? Can you feel all of my meaty dick, owning your sweet pussy? Tell me who owns it.” He barked over my shoulder.
“Yew dew!” I cried as best as I could manage. “Yew dew.” He slammed into me, making me forget my words and my name and even his. All I knew in that moment was how deeply he was filling me. His hips ground against my ass, as if he thought he could find a few more centimeters inside of my body to fit himself.
That’s what brought us here, all of his unforgiving, thirteen inches slammed into my guts. All of his lengthy girth punched up inside of me, making me scream and cry and fall in love with him all at the same fucking time. No one has ever hurt me like this. No one has ever trailed gentle fingers down my spine while ripping my body open. My heart beat is erratic when his voice break through my cries.
“Will you learn to control your smart mouth or do you think we’ll have to repeat this lesson?” He’s speaking to me, grunting out words that I’m not comprehending as I coat his cock in a thick layer of my creamy come that I didn’t think was possible. He really had wrung every drop of my sexual essence from my body tonight.
I’m spent now, I don’t think I could come again if I wanted to, no matter what he did to my body. His pace is gaining ground though, like he’s trying to drive himself straight through me and I feel the flutters in my stomach and the twitch of his hard cock. “Fuck!” He shouts, throwing himself against me as his dick explodes. I feel the hot gushes of his come as he fills me. Fills me so much, the flood of our mixed juices spills out around his cock as he stills.
Soft kisses tickle over my back as his hands slip under my ribs to squeeze my tits. The underwire of my bra bites into my ribs when he grips the cups. “You’re such a good girl for Daddy,” he whispers, his breath heating my sweaty skin. “I’m going to unbuckle the gag, baby. Your jaw might be tight or painful at first but just give it a minute, okay?”
His fingers are slow to reach the back of my head but I feel his fingers workings the buckle. The straps across my cheeks loosen as it comes undone, the gag feels like it weighs a ton on my tongue. His cock is still jumping inside of me, making my body clench around him in reaction. The gag falls free on to the table and I sigh in relief, the action hurting my tense jaw and lick over my wet lips. My mouth feels so weird, strained, I guess.
I’m soaked in my own saliva. My cheek rests back down against the table and my eyes close as I work my lower jaw around to let go on the tension. “Ohh,” I whimper and roll my face to lay my forehead on the slimy table, between my outstretched arms. “Daddy,” I cough.
“Tell me, princess.” Achingly slow, he pulls himself out of my pussy. “Tell me what you’re thinking as I undo your ropes.” His fingers pinch and pull at my skin as he works the knots in the ropes.
“I don’t know.” I huff, a short giggle bursting through my sore mouth.
“You don’t, huh?” He chuckles with me. His fingers are firm as he moves my left leg, straightening it out and kneading the muscles under my skin. It feels good and sore, kind of like everything else with him, I guess.
“It was good.” My eyes close and my breathing slowly begins to even out. My heart rate returning
to normal. He maneuvers my right leg in the same fashion that he had my left.
“Yes, it was.” He agrees. “Keep your legs out like this, I’m going to give your arms some slack. Just enough to put your toes on the floor okay? Don’t try to stand.” I make a murmured sound of agreement and wait for the tension in my shoulders to fade.
He gives me just an inch at a time. My elbows bend slightly and the weight in my shoulders that I’d been using to pull against the ropes releases. It makes me yelp, it’s such a relief and yet brings a new kind of pain. My arms begin to shake and the floor comes in contact with the tips of my big toes. “Give it a minute baby.” Daddy whispers, as I gulp for air. “Nice and slow,” his hands skim up my forearms to knead my biceps.
“It hurts.” I blurt over a worried cry.
“It’ll pass. Blood is rushing back to its rightful places. It’s kind of like when you sit on your legs for too long and it goes numb. The pins and needles hurt but they don’t last very long.” He kisses my temple as I whimper into the wet vinyl.
Jacob continues to check on me while he slowly unties me. My feet are flat on the floor now but most of my weight is still supported by the table. He helps me move my arms to my sides and even massages my back for long minutes. His fingers poke and press into the muscles over my shoulder blades and the long ones that run down my sides. By the time he’s finished, I feel like a lump of over worked Playdough.
“Are you ready to sit up, princess?”
“Do I have to?” I ask, exhausted. “I could just sleep here.” I suggest. My arms lay limp by my sides and my naked ass is still poking out in the air but I don’t care. I don’t care that my face is covered in my own spit or that my hair looks like God knows what. It doesn’t bother me that come, his and mine both, is draining from my used pussy to dribble down my inner thighs.