I feel his presence next to me just before his gentle touch caresses my cheek and his whispered words glide over the shell of my ear. “It begins, little lamb,” is all he says before I hear him move away.
I don’t hear it before I feel it, and even then, it takes my mind and body a minute to connect what has just happened as a string of fire licks across my ass. I yelp and struggle to move, but my bindings hold me down.
His firm hand massages my left cheek and soothes the pain away. It gently creeps to my other cheek and I feel him turn it over so his knuckles run the length of my crack and brush against my exposed sex. The tiny touch sends an electric current down the backs of my thighs and over my flexing calves.
He removes his hand and my body nearly sags with the need to feel his touch again. Then...crack. The flogger sends what feels like a trail of spiked tongues across my sensitive flesh. “Aaagh,” I yell out, unable to hold it back. Just as quickly, I feel two more strikes in rapid succession moving from the lower part of my ass to the upper portion of my thighs. “Oh, god,” I yelp as I struggle to contain my emotions and control my responses.
The feel of his warm hands rubbing my ass, working in small circles before expanding them into larger ones as he makes his way down the backside of my thighs, is like a shot of sensual bliss to my system.
I listen to his even breathing, tuning into the way his hands contract and relax over my tender skin, and then, they’re gone.
This time I hear the slight whir in the air as the flogger travels toward my backside and strikes with a resounding crack. The pain begins to lessen and the flogging continues. He rotates from swift, accurate strikes to soothing strokes of his hand and then back again. Just when I think I have a grip on it, he moves something around on the chest to my right.
Before I can come to terms with what I think is going to happen next, the flogger rains down on my thighs harder than ever. I scream from the biting pain as it radiates up my spine and curls like a fist over the back of my head. It’s too much. Oh, god. It’s too much.
I fight to pull through this, knowing that the result is going to set me free. I feel like a bird fluttering around in my gilded cage while bright blue skies await me to spread my wings and take flight. It’s there, lingering in the distance.
A tingling electrical current zips throughout my core and settles like a ball of heat between my legs. It reaches out...just waiting for him to send me over the edge. I’m so close.
“You do not come without my permission, sub. Do you understand me?”
“Please, Sir. Please,” I beg without shame.
The resounding crack of the flogger over my ass is enough to force it back. The pain swiftly overrides the pleasure. “If you come before given permission, the consequences will be dire. You will wait for my command. Do you hear me, little lamb?”
“Y..yyes, Sir,” I stutter out as my bottom lip begins to tremble, a single tear rolling down my cheek.
A sharp click and a gentle hum pulls me from my dazed stupor and then the cold, wet feeling of something lubed presses against a place I have never allowed anyone to venture before. “What are you doing?” I squeal as the cold vibrating object eases inside past the first ring of muscles.
The palm of his hand cracks down on my ass with lightning speed. The pain of which only serves to heighten my excitement and causes me to clench down on whatever he’s inserting into my ass.
“I’m putting a plug in your ass. It’ll heighten your pleasure. Relax your muscles and remember...this is my body to do with as I wish. One more word from you and I’ll silence your disobedient tongue with a ball gag. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” I groan as he pushes the plug through another ring of muscles until it slides in the rest of the way. Leaving me feeling full and bereft at the same time. All at once, the vibration stops and I moan its loss as my body winds tighter and tighter. My release looms within reach but never quite within my grasp.
I’m so caught up in worrying over the plug in my ass that I don’t even notice him shuffling around or hear the sounds of his undressing until I feel the warm press of his cock against my thigh.
The deep groan our contact inspires causes my body to shudder with the need to be filled. My pussy weeps for his touch. I feel no embarrassment at the visible proof of my desire as a heavy wetness coats the inside of my thighs.
He reaches between my legs and slides his thick finger through my wet folds and down the inside of my thighs. He streaks my need over my skin as if it were a badge of honor for me to wear in his presence. “Your pussy craves my cock. Do you feel how swollen and wet you are for me?” He slides his finger deep inside and I cry out with the pleasure it brings. He adds a second and then a third finger and begins to piston them in and out of my slick channel. My core clenches around him like a greedy whore begging for more.
Just when I think he’s going to give me what I need, he removes his fingers and slides into position behind me. I listen for a sign as to what’s coming next...nothing. The slow music plays on in the background, but I’m completely oblivious to it now.
Lost to his touch.
The plug clicks back on and I cry out as it goes from slow to fast. The strong currents hit a spot that I’m unable to control as I scream for the impending orgasm riding hard through my body. Just when I think the wave is about to crest and send me into a sea of bliss, the plug is turned off and the crack of the flogger across my oversensitive backside pushes all pleasure to the back and pulls the pain up front again. “Fuck!” I scream as my body fights for what it craves so badly. “Please, Master. Please let me come,” I beg. Pleading for a mercy that I know he’ll never give.
“What do you want, sub? Tell me what it is that only I can give you?”
I can’t think straight. My thoughts are reduced to one singular thing...need. I need so badly.
“Your cock, Sir. Please. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard, Sir. Fuck me so hard,” I cry out, not even knowing where the words come from but knowing that I mean every single syllable.
The plug turns back on and my body visibly trembles as my orgasm rises just beneath the surface again. The feel of his warm hand caressing my ass and squeezing my hips just before he plunges his tongue deep inside of me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“I’ve been dying to taste your sweet cream, little lamb.” He closes his mouth over my clit and sucks it into his mouth while flicking his tongue against my swelling flesh.
I’m on the edge, teetering so close to falling...so close. He pulls back and laps at my pussy then moves his tongue back to the vibrating plug. “I want to take you here so badly. But not tonight. You’re not ready.” His tongue glides back to my aching core and then he begins to fuck me with his mouth. Sucking and licking every crevice of my sex as if his very life depended on wringing every ounce of pleasure from my body he can get.
“Oh, god. Yes. Please, Sir. I’m so close.” I gasp out between each plunge of his tongue and gentle lapping over my clit.
My mind is awash with sensation. The painful burning on my rear and thighs and the strong vibration of the plug in my ass coupled with his mouth devouring my pussy push me to a limit I’ve never been pushed.
I’m overwhelmed...the pain, the pleasure, the need to make sense of it all. I can’t control my responses any longer. I yield control to him, pouring everything I have into this moment and siphoning pleasure from his complete domination.
He grunts as he quickly pulls his mouth away from me and slowly releases my arms from the cuffs.
“Brace yourself,” is all the warning I get before he plunges his thick length deep inside and begins to fuck me so hard that it momentarily knocks the breath out of me. He slides a wide band of leather up under my belly between thrusts and pulls it together at the small of my back. As his pace begins to pick up speed, it tightens around me. I realize that whatever it is, he’s using it like a tether to pull my body into his with enough force that I can feel him slamming deep int
o my womb.
Harder and harder. Faster and faster.
He pounds into me without mercy.
I cry out from the pain/pleasure his thrusts induce. “Take it. Take it all.” He pulls tighter on the band around my belly, lifting me up with each thrust and slamming me against the spanking horse with a bruising force.
“Oh, god,” I moan. The pain he’s delivering triggers something inside of me. It’s like freefalling from the highest peak. My body begins to tremble as his cock drives deep into my womb, sparking a heat inside my body that builds and builds to a cataclysmic strength.
“That’s it. Let go for me.” He pulls almost completely out and angles his hips so that the crown of his cock is brushing against my G-spot just as his thumb works tight circles over my clit.
He groans as he tweaks his hips and strikes my G-spot again and again, sending me spiraling over the edge as hot ribbons of pleasure cascade down my spine and wrap around my clenching thighs. Spots blossom behind my closed lids as my orgasm takes hold and wrings every last ounce of pleasure from my body.
My Master pumps fast and furious into me and I feel his cock beginning to thicken with his impending release. “Come again, sub. Come with me,” he pants. “Now,” he calls out to me, and my body responds. I moan as another orgasm crashes through my body. “Yes! Fuck, yes,” he growls as he finds his release, his taut muscles going slack as his cock jerks a final time deep inside of me.
Slowly, he leans forward and lays his head between my shoulder blades. The music stopped sometime during our scene and the only sound in the room is the two of us breathing heavily as we recover from the mind-blowing sex we just had.
I feel his arm move and then the plug shuts off. He shifts his weight from my back and gently removes the plug from my pulsing ass.
I whimper when he removes the leg cuffs. Too weak to stand on my own, he swiftly pulls me up into his arms and cradles my body against his chest, my head lying against his shoulder. My body is completely limp. I couldn’t move now if I wanted to.
“Shhh. I have you,” he coos gently to me. Until then, I didn’t even realize I had been groaning just under my breath.
He positions us on the bed so that he's leaning up against a mound of pillows and my body curls around his chest and stomach. I feel him shuffle around for something and then my mask is suddenly removed. I look up to find his face shielded by his mask.
He gives a knowing grin but continues to stroke my body. His warm and caring touch gently glides up and down my back as I slowly come down from the high of multiple orgasms.
Minutes turn into hours and I finally drift off into a deep sleep.
“It’s time to wake now, little lamb,” a sexy voice rumbles next to my ear.
I’m stirred from what was probably the best night of sleep I’ve had since Derek died. When I blink to clear the sleepy haze from my eyes, I’m met with the most stunning pair of onyx eyes gazing back at me. His face still shielded partially by his mask. I can’t believe he slept in that thing.
I stretch and yawn as I try to collect myself. He quickly slides out from under me and begins to get dressed.
Confused by his sudden change of mood, I stand to reach out and run my fingers down his back. His body instantly stiffens and pulls away, hastily pulling on his shirt and pants.
“Did I do something wrong, Sir?” I ask with an undertone of hurt in my voice.
“No. It’s just time to leave,” he says to me over his shoulder as he bends down and slides his shoes on.
I look down at my naked body, suddenly feeling a mix of shame and embarrassment at my nudity, and step over to the nightstand where I begin to get dressed as well. I flinch as I bend over to slide my heels back on. My body is sore in places I didn’t even know existed.
Before I can even right myself, the soft click of the door is my only signal that he’s left.
I stand there for a moment, mouth wide open in disbelief, and my chest constricting at the amount of pain his cold dismissal brings on. I can’t believe he just left like that. As if I were nothing to him.
The sudden realization that I was nothing to him hits me like a brick in the face, and I can’t hold back the flood of emotions it evokes. I’m such an idiot. I knew I couldn’t do this. I knew it would mean something more to me than just sex. I’m not cut out for this. My thoughts run amuck as I wipe the tears from my cheeks and finish gathering my things.
I make my way down the stairs and to the lockers where the doorman politely opens mine and hands me my purse and phone. His quizzical look causes me to avert my eyes. “Is everything all right, Madame? Did anyone hurt you?” His tone is sincere and I quickly assure him that everything is fine.
“I’m just a little emotional is all. I’m sorry. You’ll have to overlook me.” I give a pained grin, which doesn’t seem to fool him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, absolutely positive. I promise. I just need to go home and rest.” With that, I leave behind the best night of sex in my entire life, and the only man that I’ve ever let see a side of me I thought best to hide. How could the most sexually liberating experience I’ve ever had bring about the strongest sense of self-loathing I’ve ever felt?
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Acknowledgments
Acknowledgments
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About the Author
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