by Keta Kendric
I slipped my thumb in the waistband of my loose-fitting sweats—Ansel’s sweats, and started to tug them down.
“Slowly, Gina. And turn around,” he commanded.
Although aware of that shiny leather strap in his hand, he’d managed to turn the heat up on me with a glance and the flick of his tongue. I turned and faced the door I’d left open, aware that Ansel was back there, assessing my every move and every part of me.
His interest in me had set my pulse to a beat of a different kind. Lust started to invade my senses, and I welcomed its intoxicating effect on me.
I shoved at my sweats, taking them down to the halfway point of my ass as I wiggled. I edged the sweats over my ass like he’d asked. I still hadn’t figured out what he’d done to my clothes, but I’d accepted that he wasn’t going to give them back.
All he’d left me with were the sexy clothes he’d purchased, most of which I flat-out refused to put on. I’d taken a few pairs of his sweats and T-shirts to maintain my comfort.
When the sweats journeyed over my ass and I started to slip them over the back of my hips, he added, “Bend over just a little bit more. You have no idea how bad I want to tear that ass up right now.”
His voice sounded heavier, the lusty twinge creeping between the syllables of each word. The sweats were down to the back of my knees now.
A quick breath swept past my tongue, lifting my chest when Ansel stepped behind me. His warm hand slipped around my wet waist making me jump as he straightened my body and yanked me back and against his strong chest.
Pinned against him, I reveled in the warm hard press of his body against mine. I no longer minded the rain as it continued its light strikes on my skin, the only thing keeping me cool.
“Go and stand with your hands on the balcony. Bend at the waist, so I can see more of that pretty ass of yours.”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered, ready to follow any commands he dished out.
I stepped out of the wet sweats and marched over to the balcony, before placing my hand on the railing. The top of the balcony was a shiny bar, much like a horizontal stripper pole. I gripped its wet surface and bent, poking my ass into the air.
The thin pink lacy underwear Ansel had purchased clung to my body like a second skin. They were so thin the water made them see through, and they barely covered half my ass, certainly what he intended.
He was at my back again, his warm body melting into the back side of mine. His lips feathered over the side of my neck, warm like soft heaters against my wet skin. His hands roamed until he had them wrapped around my tits. He squeezed with enough firmness to draw a moan from me.
His soft wet lips rested against my earlobe as each exhaled breath bounced off the side of my face and neck. The erotic sensation of his touch spiked my arousal, setting off a flame within me.
“Are you ready for your punishment, Gina?”
He’d enticed me into forgetting all about my impending punishment and about Dr. Sparks, the leather flogger in his hand. His hand slid up my back, and with one quick flick of his finger, my bra popped apart. He didn’t waste any time peeling the wet material off my chest and over my arms as his lips caressed the pounding pulse in my neck. The wet leather of the flogger flapped against the back of my bare wet leg.
“Did I tell you to take your hands from the rail?” His voice rang out as his rugged tone had the hairs on the back of my neck standing.
I’d reached back to grab him, holding him to me. What was wrong with me? I didn’t know what would happen or what kind of pain I would experience, yet my body was ready for whatever happened next even when my mind wasn’t. I released my tight grip of his pants and I placed my hand back on the balcony, gripping the thick bar.
“You didn’t answer me, Gina. Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Yes, Sir,” I forced past my wet trembling lips.
In a set of thin panties with fresh rainwater sprinkling all over my body, my grip tightened around the hard bar as I prepared to be punished. The light from the adjacent buildings was blurred against the falling rain, as was my vision. Except, my vision was blurred with pure lust. Farther out, the shadows of buildings stood against the darkness and parted the rain. With the low visibility, it seemed we were the only people in the city.
“Poke that beautiful ass out a little bit more,” he demanded as the heat flamed hotter within my body. Before I could get lost in my building heat, the first blow cracked against my ass.
“Oooh!” escaped, but it wasn’t a cry of pain. The loud crack would have you believe I was being abused, but the sound did not match the impact it made against my warm wet skin. I glanced back, noting that the flogger was the cause of the sweet torture that had been set upon my ass.
Dr. Spark’s was a deceptive instrument, and I was willing to bet it was what Ansel wanted. He liked me stressed. It appeared that the flogger could take my skin off with one hard strike. Instead, it had peppered my ass with a fire that flipped my lust from warm to burning hot.
Crack! Came the second wet lick across my ass and set off another group of lusty pangs that spread out and over my body. I would embrace it this time, freeing myself to accept Ansel’s version of punishment.
My tongue slipped over my lips, wanting more. The water hitting my skin added to the scene. Crack! My eyes slammed shut on a deep inhale as water dripped from my body. This strike had been harder, louder, and more enticing, raising my lust higher.
He knew what to do to keep me riding the wave of fear and lust while creaming all over myself. It had always been one or the other, but his deliberate actions had me marrying my fear with pleasure and fusing my pain with my lust. It was like experiencing too much and not enough at the same time, a mind trip that left me breathless, panting, and silently begging for more.
It was official—I was Ansel’s freak. My Dom’s submissive. The warmth of my juices flowed after they’d squirted from deep within my quivering folds. I lost count of how many cracks came down on my ass and back, but I welcomed them. Any one of them was about to send me over the edge. My ass poked out further, waiting for the more I wasn’t going to get.
“You’re being punished, Gina. Did you think I was about to let you come?”
My teeth bit into my bottom lip as my head slipped lower with disappointment. I needed to come so badly that a hard lick from anything was going to set me off. My body begged for release as my mind struggled to beat back the sparks of madness that Ansel had set off in me. At this point, I was hoping the rain would come down harder and help me out.
29
Regina
Ansel was determined to make me suffer, but not in the way that I’d assumed. My body shook as I stood gripping the balcony so tight that I could picture the metal bending inside my hands.
Strong hands gripped either side of my hips, making my pussy convulse with anticipation. Ansel let his hands drop lower to the only material left clinging to my body. His fingers tickled my slippery skin as the slide of my panties over my ass drew a quick breath from me.
My heightened anticipation for what was coming next had the pounding between my thighs vibrating throughout my body. Once he had my underwear at my feet, I stepped out of them, not giving a damn about being naked outside in the rain anymore. Sweet relief was close now that Ansel’s warm hands were sliding closer to the strongest ache.
All he needed to do was finger my clit, and I’d explode.
The scene was as much a stimulator as Ansel’s expert handling of my body. He took his time, using slow hands to massage my wet skin, sending them over my legs and back before stopping at my waist. He’d bypassed the area I needed him to ply. I was sure, on purpose. He caressed my legs with deliberate strokes, making the intense sensation I’d had to come dwindle. He lingered at my thighs, taunting me.
As soon as he sent his hand down towards my inner thighs, he stopped and jerked me back, not giving me time to think.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered, una
ble to keep desperation from my tone.
“How badly? Tell me how bad you want to come.”
“Bad enough to beg, Sir. Please let me come,” I begged shamelessly.
He drove me out of my mind with his roving hands as his teasing voice irritated my frazzled nerves, but I dared not say a word. He was the only one that could give me what I desired most.
This punishment was far worse than I imagined it would be. It was worse than the first punishment now that I knew the torture of being so close and not being allowed to come.
My mind had started to eat itself alive. My body was a mass of confusion. I didn’t know if I was shaking, shivering, or twitching.
“Beg harder, Gina. I want to see some pleading in those eyes. You damn near gave me a heart attack today. I should torture you all night.”
“Please, Sir. I didn’t mean to do it. I won’t do it again. I promise. Please let me come.”
The way I was twitching and shaking, I should have been able to get myself off. However, I was convinced that Ansel had programmed my body because it only responded to him now.
His warm breath mixed with the rain and washed over me, rushing out as harsh as mine. He backed away from me, but I remained in place, hoping my obedience would win me what I wanted.
The rustling behind me caused me to glance back at Ansel removing his wet shirt. He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his wet socks. When he started on his pants, I blinked faster, attempting to bat away the falling rain so I could see him better.
When he dropped his pants, his dick popped out like a big, flesh colored pipe. I didn’t understand the mathematics of how he’d gotten it all inside me, but it had been sheer magic.
He nudged my back. “Hold on to the balcony. You need to be taught a good lesson.”
Was I being punished for making him worry or was it for something else I’d done?
I gripped the bar of the balcony harder when his dick pressed against my ass cheek. My need to come had dwindled even more, and he must have known it. His strong hand passed across my ass before he backed away from me again.
Whack! “Ooo!” Spilled from my lips before a low elongated, “Shiiit,” passed across my lips at the realization of what he’d hit me with. The loud wet smack had come from him using his dick to spank me. A second smack sent my teeth into my bottom lip as I twisted my neck to get a look.
His slight movement caused my lids to drop and my body to overflow with anticipation. Whack! He was going to make me come with his dick in a way that I never could have imagined. The idea of him smacking me across the ass with his long hard dick was driving me wild. My heart hammered, and my breaths heaved as water drizzled down my hot body. Just. One. More. My mind begged for it as hard as my amped up body was begging. One more and my body and mind would join together as a team and devour the sweet taste of bliss.
However, Ansel was determined to make me pay. The dark movement of his shadow taunted me as it drew away from me. He’d stopped again. My head dropped as my knuckles strained against my skin, threatening to punch through my hands, I gripped the balcony bar so hard. My body sagged, distress plaguing every part of me.
“Please, Sir. Please let me come,” I begged, as the words scratched their way from my constricting throat. The overwhelming need had me on the verge of crying as I continued to beg in low murmurs.
He applied light strokes to my back, teasing me at my most desperate time of need. Again, I attempted to squeeze my clit by clamping my legs together, but nothing I did worked.
He spun me, and his dick greeted with a bobbing wave. My tongue passed over my lips on its own, possessed by the sight of it so long and full and thick.
“Where do you want it, Gina?”
He knew where I wanted it, but he was determined to prolong my suffering to remind me of his dominance over me. My shaky hand rose and pointed to my mouth. He did well to hide his surprise, but his dick told on him when it jumped at my suggestion.
“You want it in your mouth? You nasty little freak.”
“Yes, Sir. May I please have a taste?”
I may not have had an all-around explosive sex life, but I’d gotten a lot of practice with oral sex from an overly active college boyfriend that I wasn’t ready to hand my virginity to. Oral sex became my substitute until I was ready. Thankfully, I’d held my virtue for a better candidate because my so-called boyfriend had been cheating on me anyway.
My gaze followed Ansel’s movements when he stepped away and returned with his folded wet pants. He placed them on the wet balcony floor between us.
His voice rang out over the falling droplets as his finger pointed at my makeshift kneepad. “On your knees. Now!”
I assumed my position, placing my knees atop the wet cushion he’d laid out. On the way down, my gaze strolled over his rippling abs and stopped at the splendid constructed piece aimed at my mouth.
“May I put it in my mouth, Sir?”
“Yes, you may,” he answered, stroking the top of my wet hair as he brushed soaked strands from my face.
My anxious hands glided down, from head to base, making him take a deep sip of air. The rain aided in making it slick. A few light strokes and I leaned in, letting my tongue lap at the fat pink head as I glanced up at him through wet lashes.
He tasted like he looked; a side of hot sin with a sweet aftertaste. It was a taste I’d crave long after we were done. I fed more of his thick dick into my mouth, my hungry tongue sliding along the hard underside as my hands massaged what was left exposed.
My gaze lifted and met his, observing his reactions to the way I pleasured him. My cheeks drew in to suck harder, while my hands worked with a firmer intensity to ensure I didn’t leave any part of him untouched. When the head grazed the back of my throat, a shiver coursed through him and motivated me to repeat the action, allowing his head to poke the slick warm wetness of my throat.
“Shit, Gina,” rushed out as my gaze brushed over his fist, clenched at his side. His other hand was tangled in my hair, as his grip grew tighter. With his head in my throat, I moaned over it, making him thrust forward. At least an inch went down my throat and my body heaved as I gagged on his length, but it didn’t stop me from continuing my job.
With my mouth stuffed, I let the head tickle my throat until the demanding flesh pushed past my ability to maintain my gag reflex. My harsh breaths passed through my nose to keep him in place.
My lashes fought the rain to view his reaction as I strengthened my suction and worked my hands back and forth and around. He grew harder at my added pressure, and throaty groans escaped him. I wanted to please him as much as I wanted to bring him to the brink, just as he’d done me.
Saliva drizzled down my chin when I eased his length out, sucking hard before I puckered my lips and placed a kiss on the tip. My tongue teased, folded around, and cradled the head as my hands massaged with a focused pace.
He released a series of low hisses when I slurped while easing it back into my hungry mouth. His every wince, moan, cry, and clench, urged me to work harder, suck harder, and give him more pleasure.
My right hand slid with delicate ease over his balls until I cupped and massaged them. They danced against my palm as I sent his stiff length speeding into my mouth so that it would collide against the back of my throat.
“Dammit, Gina, fuck!” he roared as his body folded forward and his left leg started to shake.
His grip tightened in my hair, pulling hard enough to elicit a tolerable pain. I worked my hands faster as I massaged his head with my tonsils, edging as much of him in as I could tolerate. I forced so much of his dick down my throat, the tip of my tongue tickled his balls. Sucking, slurping, gagging, and massaging, I worked him over with a relentless intensity until I felt his balls tightening and his body trembling.
He pulled himself free of my mouth and hands, seconds before he came, seconds before I intended to stop. His dick bobbed up and down as he struggled to breathe, his breaths escaping into the rainy night. The mom
ent his accusing glare fell on me, I knew he’d figured out my intentions.
“You knew that your head game was fire and tried to use it to seek revenge,” he stated through rushed breaths. “You sneaky little devil. That was clever. No one, but Gina would take such a calculated risk and plot revenge. But remember this, Gina, whatever punishment I inflict on you, I’ve already applied to myself in some way.”
My plan had backfired, and I’d manage to do nothing but add to the stack of punishments he had in store.
30
Regina
“Bend lower and arch your back,” he commanded. He’d spun me so fast I lost my breath as wet droplets flew from my body.
If he let me come, I was willing to follow his every command and show him whatever it was he’d like to see. I arched my back, putting a deep bend in it, my ass on full display for him. The water hitting my hot skin, the idea of being outside, and the sound each splash created played into the moment. The rain had become a physical form of music that played on my senses and danced against my body. Although I was being tortured, this was still one of the most intense sensual exchanges I’d experienced.
When he lined up behind me, and his slippery hard dick skimmed over the crack of my ass, it took everything inside me not to reach back and guide him where I needed it most. I intensified my already tight grip on the balcony to keep from backing onto his dick, which was hot and hard against my hypersensitive skin. A flash of something flickered past my view and fell to the floor. It took my foggy mind a moment to figure out that it was a condom wrapper.
Ansel placed the head of his dick right at the edge of my lips, making it kiss my hot wetness. With his strong hands gripping my thighs, he pushed, but it was so slight his dick tipped past my lips. It took some discipline, but I remained in place. My chest heaved so hard, I just as well had been at a full sprint.
He inched in a bit more, licking at the pink padding of my walls. I sighed, my relief meeting my excitement. Inch by torturous inch he sliced through my trembling canal, making me pant with a heated lust I’d never known. He backed out and thrust forward, but he didn’t put it all the way in. It didn’t matter—he was large enough to get me off with half of it in.