by Zoe Blake
“Are you going to come for me?”
Chloe nodded her head as she pushed her hips up even higher, grinding against his hand.
“Say it. Say you’re going to be a good girl and come for me.”
Chloe’s voice sounded strained as she panted out, “Please. I will be a good girl. Please! Oh God!”
He pushed two fingers inside her, hooking the tips as he swirled and thrust in a perfect rhythm with the pressure of his thumb against her sensitive nub.
Chloe felt a tightness in her chest. The emotion of feeling his touch almost overwhelming. She’d gone from thinking she might never hear his voice or see his face again to having him here now. Everything from the scrape of his stubble against her cheek, to the rough feel of his hand, to the sound of his voice whispering dark commands…every sensation, every touch, every smell, every sound…affected her. With a cry, she obeyed him. Squeezing her thighs tight, she captured his arm between her legs as she pumped her hips, gripping the sheets. Holding her breath as wave after pleasurable wave washed over her.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he caressed her stomach in soothing circles, drawing patterns on her baby-oil-slick skin. “Now, I need you to flip over onto your knees and put your bottom up high in the air. It’s time for your punishment.”
Chloe’s eyes sprang open. “What?”
“You heard me,” he said sternly.
“But… but I thought,” she stammered.
“You thought what? That because I let you come that you weren’t still going to get punished?”
“Well…”
“On your knees.”
Chloe flipped onto her stomach then raised up onto her hands and knees.
“Place your cheek on the mattress.”
Chloe obeyed. The fragrant scent of baby oil strong as her face brushed the sheets.
She could hear him pop the top on the baby oil, then there was the now-familiar feeling of cool oil dribbling over her skin. It fell over the swell of her bottom and slid down the backs of her thighs.
“Reach back and open your cheeks for me.”
A sob escaped her lips as she now guessed his intentions. “Please. I’m not ready.”
“You should have thought about that before you didn’t trust me and ran away.”
With a resigned whimper, she reached back. Placing the tips of her fingers along her curves, she tried to open her bottom cheeks as he instructed, but her skin was too slippery.
“I can’t. I can’t get a grip.”
“You are not trying hard enough. Would you like some help from my belt?”
“No.”
Chloe felt a tightening around her shoulder blades as she stretched her arms further, forcing her fingertips deeper between her cheeks, opening them. The moment she was exposed to his gaze, she felt the oil pour over her puckered, hidden hole. It twitched and fluttered as she instinctively clenched that tight, untried entrance. Oh God, she thought. This was happening. He was going to punish her by punishing her asshole.
Chloe pressed her forehead into the mattress as she waited in pained dread. She could hear the rustle of him once again rummaging in his duffel bag.
The bed dipped.
She held her breath.
“Tilt your head to the side and open your eyes.”
Chloe moved her head. Logan had removed his jeans. His large shaft was jutting forward. Thick and straight.
“Open your mouth. Nice and wide.”
Was he going to make her suck his cock before fucking her ass, she wondered? Reluctantly, she opened her mouth but quickly shut it when she saw what was in his hand. It was a strand of large, purple anal beads. Each of the five balls over an inch and a half in diameter.
Releasing her hold on her buttocks, Chloe used her hands to push herself up. “You can’t, Logan! It will hurt too much!” she exclaimed.
His hand fell on her bare bottom with a loud smack.
She could instantly visualize the red handprint that no doubt bloomed against her ass as the impact of the heated sting spread over her lower back and up her spine.
“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I’m sorry I ran, but please! Please don’t do this. I just can’t,” she sobbed as her head fell back to the sheets. Her face a mask of despair and fear.
She peeked up at his stern countenance to see if he was moved by her plea. She was met by a cold, hard stare.
“I will give you to the count of two to open your mouth,” he cautioned.
Chloe whimpered. Her jaw clenched. She could feel her teeth scrape against one another as she fought against her own unwillingness to accept the punishment he had planned. This was a turning point. She either gave fully of herself and committed to this part of their relationship, or she walked away for good. There was no halfway with a man like Logan. This may have never been her or his kink before, but it was something they now shared. A dynamic they naturally gravitated to. This would be their dynamic.
And she wanted it. Wanted all of it. His belt. His punishments. His rules. His commands. She wanted it. Wanted him. Wanted to bend to his will. Wanted to feel his cock push into her as he forcefully took what he wanted from her body. It was through him she could finally let go of her guilt. It was through him and his dominating influence that she could finally move forward with her life. It all came back to him.
By representing the very embodiment of her demons, he had become her avenging angel.
Chloe opened her mouth before he had even said the word “one.”
Logan smiled. “Good girl. Now show me how you can suck that ball. Get it nice and wet.”
Chloe cringed at the unappealing plastic taste as she accepted the first anal bead into her mouth. Swirling her tongue over the smooth surface, she got it nice and wet for him.
“Now let’s see you fit another one in that cute little mouth of yours.”
Logan pressed the second purple ball past her lips.
Chloe struggled to move her tongue around the second ball. Her mouth felt awkwardly full.
“And now a third.”
Chloe whimpered and tried to protest, but the two large plastic balls in her mouth prevented anything intelligible from escaping. Instead, she tried shaking her head and pleading with her eyes.
He ignored her. He rubbed the smooth surface of the third ball along her lower lip. “Open up.”
Chloe opened her lips as wide as she could. One of the balls was sitting in the center of her tongue, preventing him from pushing in the third ball. She secretly hoped he saw that and would give up on the idea of making her suck three balls. She was wrong.
She watched in horror as his arm raised high. Her cries were useless. It was too late. As if in slow-motion, she saw his arm swing in an arc and felt his hand make contact with the vulnerable area above her thigh, but just below the undercurve of her ass. Her sit spot. He didn’t stop at one spank but peppered both thighs with a series of brutal slaps. Chloe was sobbing and choking as she tried to scream around the objects in her mouth. Her bottom felt like it was on fire, a thousand hot pin pricks radiating over her skin.
“Is my baby ready to listen?”
Moving her head in an exaggerated motion so he would be left in no doubt of her acquiescence, Chloe nodded an emphatic yes.
“Good. Now push your tongue between the balls and make room for the third one.”
She did as she was told, pushing the other two purple balls to the hollows of her cheeks. He placed the third ball in the center of her tongue. Chloe choked but kept the ball tucked in her mouth. It was impossible to move her tongue anymore. She could feel a small dribble of spittle form in the corners of her mouth as she strained to keep the three balls inside. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment from the image she must have presented with her cheeks pushed out from the anal beads.
Logan ran a hand down her back, caressing her between the shoulder blades before gliding his hand over her bottom. While he’d not admonished her for releasing her hold of her buttocks, that didn’t mean
he was going to leave them closed. She could feel his fingers press between her cheeks and the tip of his finger circling her puckered hole. He applied subtle force till the oil-slick tip pushed past her feeble resistance and slipped inside. Her body clenched around the intrusive digit.
“Now, I want you to imagine what it is going to feel like when I push each one of the balls up inside your body.”
Chloe’s eyes grew wide. She made an awkward sucking sound as she struggled to contain the anal beads in her mouth. The image of these large balls inside her tiny bottom made her stomach flip with fear.
“Each ball, one by one, till your bottom feels as full as your mouth does now. Would my babygirl like that?”
Chloe shook her head.
“Does my babygirl deserve it?”
Mournfully, Chloe nodded her head . Yes, she did deserve this punishment and probably more. As much as she feared it, she craved the release only the pain of his punishments could give.
Logan gently pulled on the string, one bead popping free. The second two easily slipped from between her lips.
Chloe buried her face in the sheets as he moved to stand behind her bent form.
She could feel him run the first bead over her lower back. Swirling it in circles over her skin. Coating it with the baby oil already warmed by her own body. With each pass of the bead, the dreadful anticipation increased. Her breath came out in harsh gasps as she waited…waited for her real punishment to begin.
He moved the beads to rest at the top of her ass. After pausing for just a moment, he slid them down the crease. Again, he paused at her pussy entrance. Still sensitive from her recent orgasm, the slight pressure sent a jolt of sensation between her thighs. She felt him move the beads back up the crease. This time applying more pressure so they divided her cheeks. He stopped over her hidden entrance. She could feel him wedge his fingertips between her cheeks and force her left cheek to the side, giving his right hand access to her tight hole. Pressing the top of the first bead against her asshole, he started to push.
Chloe sucked in a breath. Her body resisted. Pushed back. Denied him.
But he would not be rebuffed.
He pushed harder. Her body could not hold back the forced intrusion of the smooth, oiled object. She felt a sharp stab of pain as her entrance opened and the ball was pushed in before her hole quickly closed up around the string. It felt extremely odd. Very different from before, when he’d just pushed the tips of his fingers inside her.
Chloe felt a slight tug on the string before she felt the press of the second ball at her asshole. Gripping the sheets, she tried to accept her punishment but couldn’t. Her body still resisted.
“Don’t fight me. Do you need another reminder of what happens when you don’t give in?”
“No,” she whispered. Her voice hoarse from strain.
The second bead pushed against her entrance. Like the first, it slid in the moment her body weakened.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! I… I… it… oh!” Chloe’s breath came in sharp gasps as she struggled to put into words how she felt about the unwelcome sensation.
“Remember how full your mouth felt? Remember how you struggled to keep all three balls inside that tiny space?”
“Oh God!” she whined.
Again there was the slight tug of the string before the third ball was pressing for entry. The delicate skin around her back entrance was pinched between the second and third ball. The discomfort causing her body to release and allow the third ball to slip in. She could feel the other two slide deeper into her body. Her hips shifted from side to side as her toes curled. It felt uncomfortable. Full. Wrong.
“Is my babygirl ready to accept the fourth bead?”
“But I thought you were only going to do three,” she whined.
“No. I could only fit three in that little mouth of yours without choking you. Your body will accept all five beads.”
“No! Please. It already hurts! Five is too many!” she complained.
Chloe could feel the fourth bead being pressed against her body. He was not going to listen to her pleas. She had earned this punishment, and he would see she took it in full measure. The fourth bead pressed. By now the clenching ring of muscle protecting her hidden entrance was weak and ineffective. The fourth bead slid into her body with no resistance. The other beads shifted. Chloe moaned. She could feel her inner muscles cramp as they tightened around the foreign objects. Her stomach twisted. She raised her feet high as her hips fell to the mattress. The tightening of her abdomen the moment her body flattened against the bed only made things worse. She quickly went back up onto her knees, desperate to find some position, some movement that would ease the increasing soreness emanating from deep within her body, but there were none. There was no escape from the intrusion, from the building pain.
“Now the fifth bead.”
Chloe started to sob. “No. No! It’s full. It’s full. It won’t fit.”
He pressed the final anal bead against her asshole.
Chloe screeched and flattened her hips again. Falling to the bed as she cried with abandon.
“Raise up on your knees,” he growled.
“I can’t. Please! It’s full. You’ll tear me.”
“Raise up on your knees, or I will rip those beads out of your ass and plow into you with my much thicker, much longer cock. You think you feel full now?” he angrily shouted.
Petrified at the thought of him fucking her bottom with his cock in anger, Chloe quickly obeyed. “Sorry,” she sniffled.
Once again, she could feel the bead press against her delicate skin. Then nothing. Her momentary relief was shattered when she felt the bed dip. Turning to look over her shoulder, she saw that he had placed one knee on the bed, between her legs. She could feel him place his free hand on her lower back. Pushing down with his hand, her forced her hips lower which caused her bottom to jut out and up just a little further. The pressure on the bead increased. Chloe gave out a cry of agony as she submitted, and the last bead popped in. Her whole body clenched and twisted. She felt as if her body had been fully taken over.
Possessed.
Dominated.
A humbling mixture of humiliation and pain. No matter how she moved, even when she breathed, she could feel them deep inside her. Solid evidence of his ownership of her and her body.
The bed dipped again. She barely felt it when his hands ran up her thighs and over her bottom. His knees pressed against her own, pushing her legs wider. She then felt the smooth head of his cock at her pussy entrance. She knew it was futile to protest. Reaching up, her hands closed around the iron bars of the headboard. The cold metal gave her strange comfort as she braced for his first thrust.
“Is my babygirl ready for me to fuck her pussy?”
“Oh God, yes.”
“Does my babygirl want it to hurt?”
Chloe sucked in a breath. The coarse bluntness of his question catching her off guard but it was the brutal honesty of her answer that shook her to her core.
“Yes, please. Make it hurt!”
His hard cock thrust in.
She thought she had felt full…violated…before, but it did not compare to having both his thick shaft and the five anal beads forced into her tiny body. He pulled out and thrust back in again. She screamed in pain. He thrust again. Then again. And again. The pain twisted, morphed. Her sense of self shattered. She was only her body.
She was only this moment.
There was no past.
Only him.
His fingers dug into her hips as he pounded into her flesh.
“Come for me,” he ground out.
She obeyed, never having felt such a soul-stealing, crushing, overpowering orgasm in her life. He had stripped her bare, physically and mentally. And the raw beauty, the raw honesty of it all, allowed her to completely and fully let go. Through the roaring in her ears, she could hear his primal shout before feeling the hot liquid of his come on her back. Her knees gave out. She collapsed on the bed. The he
avy weight of his body soon followed. The room was silent except for the intermingled sound of their rapid breaths.
Logan reached down and grabbed a T-shirt that was lying on the floor. He gently wiped it over her back, bottom and thighs. Balling the fabric up and tossing it back on the floor, he turned on his side, bending his elbow and resting his head in his hand to stare at her.
“Well? What did you think of your punishment?”
Chloe gave him a shy smile.
“I think I may be tempted to misbehave again.”
This man broke her into tiny pieces only to piece her back together each time he made love to her. It was a scary thing to contemplate. Someone having the power to affect you so deeply they shattered your soul.
“You may want to rethink that.” His voice held a hint of amusement.
Catching on to his playful tone, Chloe reached up to run her smooth palm over his rough stubble. “And why is that?”
Logan reached down and gave the anal bead string a sharp tug.
“Because your punishment isn’t over. I still have to remove the beads.”
Chloe buried her head against his chest. His strong arms wrapped around her, cuddling her close.
His warm hand ran down her back. Once more grasping the string…he pulled. Hard.
Hours later, she was tucked on his lap being spoon-fed the chicken noodle soup he had just made for her from scratch. After their mind-blowing sex, he had gently bathed her and placed her in her fuzzy pink footy pajamas. He’d given her a hot cup of tea with extra honey, and she’d sat curled on the sofa, watching him cook the soup in her small kitchen. Then, placing her on his lap, he’d insisted on being the one to feed her.
In the middle of him admonishing her about her horrible eating habits and stating that from this point forward he would see that she ate healthy and took better care of herself, she said, “I really do love you. Well, I mean…I just wanted to say that I didn’t just say it earlier for the…just for…you know!”
She waited. Biting her lip anxiously, she wondered how the most powerful and dangerous man she had ever met would feel about a woman dressed in fuzzy pink PJs declaring her love.
He caught a single curl between his finger and thumb and gave it an affectionate tug. “I love you too, babygirl.”