by Lila Dubois
And that was exactly what she wanted.
His checklist was nicer than any she’d seen in the past. For each item she had to indicate her level of interest—from “No” to “Willing to Try” to “Interested”.
Abrasion
Anal plugs
Anal sex
Arm and leg sleeves
Beating hard
Beating soft
Blindfolded
Sasha had a few firm nos—mostly stuff she considered gross and a few that were the subject of her lived nightmares. Asphyxiation was usually the first one she’d squash, but it wasn’t on here. She flicked through the pages looking for items she wanted to mark “no” but didn’t see them—caging, withholding food and water and blood-play were blessedly absent.
Going back to the beginning, she did a quick read-through of all the items on Emory’s list. When she reached the end, two things were clear. The first was that Emory had edited this list, meaning everything on it was something he was into.
The second was that Emory liked role-play.
Sitting back in her chair, Sasha rubbed the grain of the wood tabletop.
“Is there are problem?” His voice was smooth and cool, with just a hint of darkness.
“You’re into role-play.”
“I am.”
“You seem so normal.”
That surprised a laugh out of him. “Those in the scene are rarely defined as normal. This conversation will be easier of you speak plainly.”
“Fine. I didn’t think a guy like you, who actually manages to function in society, would be into pony play.”
He considered her for a moment before answering. “Pony play is intensely enjoyable when done right.”
Sasha’s lip curled. “Really? Dressing up in some silly leather outfit and making stupid horsey noises is hardly attractive.”
“Are you worried that you won’t be an attractive pony?”
“I think no one makes an attractive pony.”
“You’re telling me that you wouldn’t enjoy being kept on your knees, a tail brushing your ass and legs. A tail anchored by a thick plug I’d placed in that sweet little ass.”
Sasha clenched her knees together. Her body reacted to his words, her sex filling with moisture. She looked away.
“You may pretend disdain, but your body tells me otherwise.”
Sasha closed her eyes. In moments like this she both craved a Dom and hated them, because her sub had no secrets.
“Complete the checklist.”
Sasha obeyed. Her pen jerked down the page. She didn’t take time to consider her answers, she simply reacted. When she was done she hadn’t said no to a single thing and she was so aroused that she was afraid to move. Afraid that even the slightest stimulus would send her over the edge and she’d have a screaming orgasm sitting at the dining room table.
Emory took her list and looked it over. She felt his gaze on her.
“Sasha, look at me.”
Their gazes met, held. Sasha felt the pull of his blue eyes, knew now that their beauty hid a powerful and deviant Dom. One who would take her and do things to her that would change her.
“Tonight you will be my slave girl, purchased at auction.”
A shiver of intense pleasure racked her. “Yes Sir.”
“Show me to your room and we’ll begin.”
Blindfolded, she knelt in a corner, waiting.
She’d chosen one of the guest bedrooms for their session. Because she never did scenes at her house, she didn’t have a dedicated space for BDSM play. Emory had approved the space, then removed his tie and blindfolded her with it. The brief glimpse she’d had of him with the tie off was enough to make her long to see him entirely suitless.
He’d left the room and she’d remained on her knees waiting. A syrupy calm engulfed her. Now she would get what she needed, what she craved, at the hands of a Dom both experienced and interesting. Lately when she’d been waiting for a scene to start there’d always been a bit of fear under the sub-space calm.
She knew what she was doing—flying all over the country to meet with men she’d spoken to online only a handful of times—was dangerous, and once she’d given up control all she had was her trust in them that they wouldn’t hurt or kill her. That level of fear detracted from the experience, not enhanced it, but was nothing compared to the fear she’d known in the past while submitting, and so it had never really bothered her.
With Emory that fear was gone. Though she’d never met him, he’d been in her life for over five years. He knew her, knew what she risked by seeking to fulfill her submissive needs.
The bedroom door opened, closed. There was a thump as he set something down then silence, broken only by the occasional sound of him moving about. Sasha breathed slowly and deeply, savoring the anticipation. Her skin tingled with the need for his touch.
“Sasha.”
She twisted her head side to side, trying to pinpoint where his voice had come from.
“Stand and remove your clothing.”
Sasha rolled to her feet and reached behind her neck for the zipper of her tailored wool and leather dress. She slid it down then switched her arm position to pull the zipper the rest of the way. When the back hung open, she had a moment of hesitation. She wore nothing but a little black thong under the dress. She’d intended to change into full lingerie before Emory arrived but everything had run late.
“Sasha.” The warning was clear in his voice.
Her dress fell to the floor.
She shivered as air hit her naked skin. Her nipples were stiff peaks, but that was more from arousal than the cold.
“Lovely. Remove your shoes and step out of your dress. Carefully.”
When she was done, Sasha took a long step forward, leaving behind the protection her clothing had offered.
Emory touched her shoulder. “You’re a pleasure slave whom I’ve purchased.” His hand smoothed across her back, shoulder and chest just above her bare breasts as he circled her. “I will inspect you, ask you about your sexual abilities and then, if you please me, I may fuck you.”
His hand fisted in her hair, jerked her head back. “First, I will inspect what I’ve just purchased.”
He guided her forward and her shins hit something. Understanding, Sasha stepped up onto some sort of platform. He circled her again, but this time his hand traced a path around her belly.
“Raise your arms. Lace your fingers together behind your neck.”
When she’d obeyed, he stroked the underside of each breast. With her arms up her breasts were raised, vulnerable to his touch.
“What is your name, slave?”
“Sasha.”
“And are you a good slave? Do you have skills that will please me?”
“Yes Sir.”
Crack.
A line of fire blossomed on Sasha’s ass. She cried out, her knees buckling slightly before she locked them. That hurt.
“Disobedience and willfulness will be met with the cane.” His voice was harsh and cold. “You are mine, body and soul, and will address me accordingly.”
“Yes…Master. I’m sorry.”
“Remove your blindfold.”
With one hand, Sasha pushed the blindfold off, letting it fall to the floor.
Emory stood before her. He’d taken off his suit jacket and his vest was unbuttoned, as were the top two buttons of his shirt. He held a long, thin cane loosely in his right hand.
“Now I will play with my new purchase.” He traced the underside of her breasts again, but this time with the tip of the cane.
His left hand roamed over her belly, her hip, where he snagged her thong, drawing it down her thighs until it dropped to her ankles. His touch moved up the outside of her thigh, then the inside to cup her sex.
“You’re very wet, slave.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you.”
“Want me for what? To do what?”
Sasha s
hivered. “Whatever pleases you. I’m yours.”
“Good girl.”
Two fingers parted the lips of her sex, finding the hot, wet folds within. When he pushed his fingers into her, filling her, Sasha had to close her eyes, the pleasure was so great.
“Are you a virgin, slave?”
He casually finger-fucked her while they spoke, sometimes caressing her clit. It made it hard to focus on what he said.
“No, Master.”
“Have you been a pleasure slave before?”
A host of dark memories tried to rise up but Sasha pushed them down. Though his question was part of a game, a skin to house their BDSM play, it was the truth when she said, “Yes, Master.” Sasha turned inward, focused on locking away those other memories so she could enjoy this. A light tap on the outside of her thigh drew her attention back to Emory.
“I asked you a question.”
“I-I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t hear.”
“You will be punished for your inattention, but for now simply answer my question. Where have you been fucked?”
“My pussy, ass and mouth, Master.”
“And which do you enjoy most?”
“Whatever my Master enjoys.”
His hand slipped from her pussy and his slick fingers found their way back to her anus. With no warning, he forced a finger into her ass. Sasha gasped at the unexpected pleasure-pain and forced herself to relax and allow the violation. He pumped his finger in and out.
“You’re well trained for anal sex. Perhaps I’ll fuck you there first.”
“It would be my honor to be fucked by you, Master.”
“I want to inspect your ass and pussy more intimately. Are you flexible, slave?”
“Yes, Master.”
He withdrew his fingers from her ass. “Turn and bend. Grab your ankles and spread your legs.”
She was standing on a low wood table. She kicked off her underwear, turned and placed her feet at the edges of the table, then bent, exposing her ass and pussy to him.
Crack.
She almost fell as the cane landed on her ass for a second time. She caught herself but couldn’t suppress the small cry of pain.
“That’s for failing to pay attention to me.”
“Thank you for the correction, Master.”
“You are well trained. I believe I will enjoy owning such a beautiful and responsive girl.”
His thumbs opened the lips of her sex, exposing the inner folds. He inspected her pussy for several long minutes, occasionally pinching her clit or tugging on the inner labia. Sasha grew more aroused by the moment. Each time he brushed her clit she held her breath, sure she could come from just that small contact.
When he was done with her pussy, he turned his attention to her ass. He rubbed the wetness from her pussy over her anus and then pushed two fingers in. Her body stretched to accommodate his fingers and she rocked forward onto her toes as he penetrated her. He stopped pushing and held his fingers in place while her body relaxed around him.
“You’re tight. I like that.” Emory started pumping and twisting his fingers inside her.
Sasha was trembling from the pleasure of his touch and the pleasure of being so clearly and thoroughly dominated. She had no trouble imagining she really was a bought and paid-for pleasure slave, whose only purpose was to pleasure her Master, and in return be pleasured.
With two fingers still embedded in her ass, he said “rise”. She stood, feeling his fingers shift within her.
“Fuck your ass on my fingers.”
With nothing to brace against, Sasha could only lean back on his fingers, driving them deeper into her ass. She leaned forward, easing herself off the digits and hoping she didn’t accidentally pull them all the way out. Soon she found her rhythm and was able to fuck herself hard and deep.
“Enough.”
He withdrew his fingers and slapped her ass. Sasha bit her lip in disappointment.
“There is one orifice I haven’t inspected.”
“My mouth, Master. May I pleasure you with it?”
Emory circled to stand in front of her, cleaning his hand on a wipe. He considered her for a moment. “You may, slave. But be warned. If you do not pleasure me, you will be punished.”
For a moment Sasha wavered. She asked, “How, Master?”
“I’ll flog that pretty ass, or maybe I’ll cane your thighs. Then again, I may do those things anyway.”
She shivered with a mix of lust, anticipation and worry, a combination that was unique to submissives.
“Proceed.”
Sasha stepped down and dropped to her knees in front of him. Some Doms didn’t like being touched outside the bounds of their explicit orders. She knew she should control herself, but Sasha wanted to see him, touch him. She didn’t want to pull his dick out of his zipper only to have it tucked in again.
Bending to the floor, she took the string of his wingtips between her teeth and pulled. Using her mouth and hands, she undressed him, starting with his shoes and socks. Whenever possible, she used her mouth, undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper with her teeth before easing his pants down and off. He stepped out of them and she carefully folded them and set them aside.
His cock was long and thick. Circumcised, the head was glistening and ready to find a home in her more than willing body.
Ignoring his cock, she reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt, then undid his French cuffs. He shook off the shirt and vest and she folded them on top of his pants, carefully placing the cufflinks there too. By the time she was done, his ragged breathing filled the room, and she caught the little catches in his breath whenever her lips brushed his skin.
Dropping down so her ass was on her heels, she cupped his balls. His dark hair was trimmed short around his cock and his balls were smooth in her hand. Sasha licked her lips then took the head of his cock into her mouth. He was warm and smooth in her mouth. She eased her head forward to take more of him in. She opened her mouth wider as his thick length filled her. She wrapped her other hand around the base of his cock. When her lips met her hand, she took a careful breath through her nose and pulled back, caressing the underside with her tongue.
She felt him tremble and his hands went to her head. He didn’t guide her, just held her head in his palms. Sasha found her rhythm, worked her mouth along his shaft, licking the underside and circling the head with her tongue as she drew back.
She wanted to put her free hand between her legs and touch her clit, bring herself to orgasm while she was on her knees pleasuring him, but she didn’t. Her need to come was like a weight in her belly. She funneled that need into pleasing him. Soon his hips were pumping forward to meet her and his hands were clenched around fistfuls of hair. She felt an orgasm coming as his balls twitched in her hand. When his orgasm started, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and worked the shaft in hard, quick strokes with her hand.
When he was done, she swallowed and then slid her mouth down his shaft once more. She kept her movement slow, her mouth soft.
“Enough.”
At the urging of his hands, she drew away. His cock bobbed, still semi-erect.
“Damn, Sasha,” he panted. He looked down at her and his blue eyes were slightly glazed. For a moment he seemed to forget the scene he’d created. He took a deep breath, blew it out. “You did well.” His voice had returned to the dark, hard tone he’d used before and his eyes were no longer glazed with pleasure, but piercing.
Sasha smiled softly, letting her gaze wander down his body. She was satisfied on a primal level that she’d brought him such pleasure that for a moment he’d forgotten himself. “Thank you, Master. I’m happy to please you.”
“Look at me.”
Sasha tipped her head back, gaze traveling back up his body to his face.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Show me.”
Sasha slipped three fingers into her sex. Her eyes fluttered closed at the pleasure her
touch brought.
“Enough. Show me.”
She withdrew her hand and held it up. Emory grabbed her wrist and lifted her hand higher. He took one finger into his mouth, tasting her juices.
“Taste yourself,” he said when he released her.
She licked her other fingers clean, the taste of her own pleasure mingling with the taste of him that lingered on her tongue.
“I didn’t tell you to undress me.”
Sasha dropped her hand. “No, Master.”
“Why did you?”
“I wanted to see you, touch you.”
“Why?”
“Because I desire you.”
He was devastatingly handsome when he smiled.
“I’m glad, but you will still be punished for doing something I hadn’t given you permission to do.”
Sasha dropped her head, though she was not sorry in the least. “Yes, Master.”
“You may choose where you take your punishment, ass or pussy.”
Sasha winced as she thought of the cane striking the soft flesh of her pussy.
“Ass, please, Master.”
“Very well, wait for me on the bed.”
Sasha turned and crawled to the bed. Climbing onto it, she knelt in the center, hands locked at the back of her neck. She followed Emory with her eyes, watching as he went to a small black trunk against the wall. She knew that hadn’t been there before, so he must have brought it. The cane lay discarded on the floor. She bit her lip, wondering exactly what was in his bondage box.
He returned and dropped the items he was carrying onto the bed.
“Come closer.”
She crawled to the edge of the bed and sneaked a peek at what he’d brought. She almost crawled away.
A huge glass plug glittered malevolently in the light. It was short, but almost as thick as a small apple. The flared base was a crescent shape to fit snugly between the cheeks of the ass.
“M-Master?” she stammered, looking from the plug to him.
“Your punishment choices were a large plug in that well-trained ass or claw clamps on your clit and pussy lips.”
Looking at that, she almost wished she’d gone for the clamps. When he picked up the other item he’d brought over she gasped.