Her naughty words and desperate plea had a fresh surge of adrenaline surging through his veins. Barely remembering his role, he slapped her hard on the ass. “You’ll refer to me as “Master’ and stop that incessant chattering.”
Truth was hearing her beg turned him on even more, but denying her something that came naturally would ultimately be another form of bondage.
Her eyes flared, but she didn’t look away from the mirror, didn’t break her gaze with him. “Yes, Master.”
He slapped her ass a second time and she narrowed her eyes at him in the mirror. “Why’d you do that?” she asked, knowing her curt tone would probably get her into trouble.
“Because you like it, that’s why.” He continued to slap her ass, moving his hands from one cheek to the other while he mercilessly drove into her. “Now, not another word out of you or I’m going to gag you.” He paused mid-stroke and eyed her in the mirror, a smile tipping his lips. Now that he thought of it, gagging was on her list and wouldn’t she look ravishing with a ball gag in her mouth?
He pulled out, hearing the whimper of protest she gave at his absence. Needing desperately to sink back into her body and lose himself in her heat, he hurried to the table and snatched the gag. Her eyes widened at the sight of it and she began shaking her head.
“This isn’t a debate, sweetheart. You will wear the gag and more than likely you will enjoy it. Now open up.”
She started to protest, but he snatched her chin between his thumb and finger, holding her head still. “The only words that better come out of that luscious little mouth of yours are ‘Yes, sir’. That is unless you want to use your safe word and end the evening all together.”
He’d been around enough submissives over the years to know that a lot of times the things they protested the loudest over were the same things they enjoyed the most. Maggie had her safe word, which kept the final decision in her hands. However, under the circumstances, he didn’t expect her to use it. Though if he was wrong and she did opt out, he didn’t know what he would do. Would he negate the rules and beg her to stay? Did she even know how much power she actually held over him?
Several heartbeats passed before he heard the words he hoped for.
Her ‘yes, Sir’ was followed by her parting her lips to accept the device.
With suddenly shaky hands, he slid the gag in place, thankful for the opportunity to continue. “You won’t be able to swallow. It’s okay. The ball is made of a soft rubber, so don’t bite down too hard.”
His gaze followed the red ball as it slipped easily between her lips. Lucky ball! Her mouth was just too beautiful, too tempting to ignore. Before the night was over, he’d have her sucking him off again.
Ignoring the growing throb in his dick, he pulled the straps behind her head and secured them in place. There were tears in her eyes as she looked up at him and his heart gave a flip in response. Making her unhappy wasn’t his goal. With his thumb, he brushed away the wetness. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You put this on your wish list, so at some point you wanted this, right?”
She gave him a slight nod as she blinked away the excess moisture.
“I know it’s uncomfortable, but it’s not causing you any physical pain, right?” He watched as she shook her head. “Good, then I’m guessing you’re just having issue with the situation itself. Maybe you’re a little embarrassed and possibly a little frightened at not having your voice. Am I right?”
Her gaze drifted from him to the mirror where she appeared to study her reflection before she finally gave him a slow nod.
“As I’m sure you’re aware at this point, part of adapting to this lifestyle is pushing past your comfort zone. Just hang in there, Maggie. You never know, you might even enjoy this.”
Before he could change his mind and take the gag off, Julian moved back to his station behind her. He smoothed a hand over her ass, feeling the heat from her pink cheek against his palm before he delved between her folds.
The moisture he’d felt earlier had disappeared, giving him some concern that maybe he’d pushed her too far.
He brushed a finger over her clit and her entire body jerked. Interesting! Apparently she was still aroused. She just needed a little attention.
He pushed two fingers deep into her pussy as he slapped his other hand over her ass, her scream muffled by the gag.
“Close your eyes, pet. Give yourself over to the feelings coursing through your body. Don’t fight what feels good.”
Her eyes drifted shut and she whimpered as he placed another slap over her other cheek and her cream began to cover his finger buried inside her. “That’s it, baby, just let it all go. No meetings, no phone calls to make, no worries of any kind. Just me giving you everything that makes you feel good.”
When she was once again good and wet, he prepared delve back into her glistening snatch, then he eyed the plug. Raw lust poured over him as he imagined himself pumping in and out of her secret hole. She’d already admitted that she’d never had anal sex before, so he’d need to go slowly.
“You know, I think we’ll just up the stakes a little. I’m giving you permission to scream however loud you want, Maggie and you may want to when you realise what I’m going to do next.”
Chapter Seven
Oh my God!
Maggie shook her head and tried to protest—to no avail. With the gag in her mouth, she did little more than make a bunch of noise. She’d finally become accustomed to the behemoth chunk of rubber lodged up her ass and had even enjoyed the full feeling she’d experienced when Julian had pumped in and out of her. Still, this was… Would it hurt as much coming out as it did going in? Before she had time to ponder that thought, the pressure in her rectum began to build and the burn return. In one steady pull, Julian slid the plug from her tight ass.
Relief washed over her, but it was short lived as the feel of cool lube landing on her open hole made her jump in shock. She was about to receive the ass fucking she’d always wondered about, but had never had the guts to ask any of her boyfriends for.
There was something truly naughty about taking it up the ass, and while she knew women did it all the time, the fear of pain had kept her from exploring that particular taboo any further. While she’d placed it on her wish list, truth be told, she would have backed out now if Julian hadn’t taken the choice away from her. The plug had hurt going in and coming out, but strangely, the feel of having something shoved up there had caused a weird sensation inside her pussy.
Her mind snapped back to the present the moment Julian’s cock breached her tunnel entrance. She cried out at the burning sensation that raced through her bowels, but the gag muffled her cry.
Her mind screamed for the torture to stop and she begged from behind the gag, knowing there wasn’t any way he would understand her.
He continued pressing forward in an agonisingly slow movement that drew out the pain. His balls slapped against her before he finally paused. Wow, is he really in my ass? Her gaze flicked to the mirrors, her eyes widening when she realised he was indeed completely seated inside her. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, a look of pure pleasure claiming his features. Communication was impossible at this point. Endure it, Maggie. You have no choice but to end— She gasped, her last thought cutting off on a wave of pleasure so shocking and so much bigger than anything she’d ever experienced that it nearly pushed her right into an instant orgasm.
Slowly, Julian moved within her and she was amazed at the exotic feel of him. Nerve endings she knew existed, but never imagined could provide her with such pleasure came to life. The friction of tissue against skin sent gloriously alien feelings racing through her system.
Just when she thought he was going to pull all the way out, he started the process again, sinking deep inside her once more. The burning and pain was still there, a mere ghost of what it had been minutes ago. In a strange and exciting way, the slight sting actually helped to emphasise the pleasure. Now she understood why women did this. It felt incredib
le!
His speed slowly increased, as did the friction until she knew there was no way she could hold on much longer. Her neglected clit throbbed and her pussy clenched emptily. She desperately wanted to touch herself, to rub that little nub between her legs until she came in a fiery explosion of passion that would incinerate them both. Alas, with her hands tied she could do little more than watch him take her in the mirror.
This was, after all, about learning how to be a good submissive, doing what he wanted and living with the consequences. Still, weren’t good subs rewarded by their Masters when they did as they were told?
As if he’d read her thoughts, Julian leaned down, pressing his back to hers, and slid a hand around her waist. His fingers separated her folds and immediately dipped into her slit, pulling the flood of cream she’d produced up and over her sensitive bud. That was all it took for the orgasm which had loomed just out of her reach to barrel over her.
Her body shuddered then splintered apart on a wave of pleasure so powerful she once again saw spots before her eyes. Letting her lids close, she cut loose a scream of mammoth proportions. There was something completely freeing and totally erotic about handing over control to someone else. No longer did she have to think about how to please her partner or worry that he wouldn’t be able to please her. Her only job was to feel and do, opening her mind to another level of pleasure she hadn’t known existed until now.
Behind her, she heard Julian’s groan and immediately sensed his warm cum filling her tunnel. The action was wonderfully intimate and she couldn’t help but feel good about her decision.
Obviously spent, Julian reached up to undo the gag and she indulged in the warm feeling his body gave her. She watched as slowly the ball fell away from her lips. Saliva covered her chin, dribbled down her chest and dripped from her nipples.
She met Julian’s gaze in the mirror. Slowly, he withdrew, drawing his cock over her sensitive tissues one last time. Both pain and pleasure travelled through her system as she continued to watch him in the mirror. With a hiss, he pulled completely free and she suddenly felt strangely empty.
“Holy hell, baby. You may very well be the death of me.” He lowered one hip to the floor and draped an arm over his knee as he gasped for breath. “I think it might be best if we take another break and regroup. Just give me a minute and I’ll untie you.”
Despite the soreness in her jaw, she couldn’t help but smile, knowing that what they’d done had such an effect on him. Never could she remember ever feeling as completely sated and relaxed as she did at that moment.
After a few silent minutes of contemplation, Julian began to untie her, finally pulling the ropes free from her wrists. Before she could move away, he cupped her face in his hands. “I’m honoured and humbled that you allowed me to be the one to give you your first anal experience. I know this entire encounter has been a lot all at once, but it’s done like this for a reason.”
She eased her bottom against her heels as she sat up straight. “It’s done to see if the sub has the will and stamina to handle whatever might be thrown her way. Am I right?”
He grinned. “Pretty close. You see there are a lot of people who are curious about the lifestyle, but few who really have the wherewithal to actually become the lifestyle. While curiosity is a wonderful thing, Exotica is designed for those who want the lifestyle, not just a quick spanking.”
“And by shocking the potential candidates you weed out those who don’t actually belong.”
“Exactly. My question for you, Maggie, is where do you stand after experiencing a taste of what this world is like?”
It was a good question and one she wasn’t quite sure she was prepared to answer just yet. “Honestly, I don’t really know yet.”
He appeared to study her before he motioned with his hand. “Go on in and get a shower started. I’ll clean up this mess and be right in.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied, keeping in character as she stood and made her way to the bathroom.
Damn! If hearing her utter those two little words didn’t get him fired up all over again, watching her walk away with his semen now dripping from her tight hole certainly did. Too soon, buddy boy! As much as he might want to take her up her tight little ass again, there wasn’t any doubt she’d be sore from their first encounter. She’d need time to recover then he’d start training her ass to handle more.
He smiled at the idea of Maggie walking around the office with a butt plug up her ass, working her muscles, stretching, preparing her for the next time he might want to take her. He could picture himself calling a meeting with her, behind closed doors. Then he’d bend her over his desk, rip the plug from her ass and pound her right into the cherry finish.
Resisting the urge to stroke his cock, he shook his head to clear away the wayward thoughts. Again, it was too soon for such matters. For all he knew, she’d balk at the idea of bringing their sex life anywhere near work, and in all honesty, he couldn’t blame her. Hell, for all he knew this might be the only night he’d have with her. After all, she’d just said that she wasn’t sure how she felt about her experience so far. Maybe after she had time to digest everything she might change her mind.
God, he hoped not. While he’d always dreamt of being able to find a woman who would immerse herself body, mind and soul into this lifestyle, if keeping Maggie meant some compromise, then he’d simply have to find the middle ground.
If the look on her face after they’d finished was any indication, he didn’t have a thing to worry about. The fear and innocence he’d seen when the night started were gone, replaced with a knowing expression that told him more than words could. She’d enjoyed everything he’d just done to her and would, hopefully, submit to more.
He picked up the ropes, rewound them, and placed them on the table. Then he moved back to pick up the ball gag, his fingers caressing the rubber as he closed his eyes and pictured it nestled between her perfect lips. Unbelievably, his dick hardened. How long had it been since he’d managed to get it up after two incredible orgasms in the same night? If this kept up, she’d kill him from sexual overload before the end of the night. Damned if he couldn’t think of worse ways to go.
Placing the gag on the dresser next to the ropes, he spotted her wish list. His finger touched the edge of the paper, holding it in place as he scanned her innermost desires for the third time, proud of what he’d been able to show her so far. Yet there was much, much more for her to learn.
Chapter Eight
Sore, yet unbelievably comfortable considering what she’d just been through, Maggie started the taps for the shower she’d now take with Julian. She rubbed a hand along her jaw in an attempt to relieve the ache that the ball gag had caused. Still, if she had the opportunity to do it again, she would. And wasn’t that one helluva revelation. Her head told her everything they’d done tonight was wrong, sinful, but she couldn’t deny her body’s reactions. There was something so damn naughty about being gagged, unable to respond to his comments with anything more than a grunt or moan. And wow, had it muffled the scream she’d let go when she’d come.
Cautious of her newly abused backside which was currently filled to capacity with his cum, she grabbed a towel, covered the toilet lid and gently sat down. Maybe saying yes to the condoms wouldn’t have been such a bad thing after all, if for nothing else but to contain the clean up, though even that had a certain erotic quality to it.
And that was another thing. Despite the tenderness she now felt, she couldn’t help but wonder why in the hell she’d waited so long to let a man take her in the caboose. Sure it had burned at first, but the pain only served to accentuate the pleasure she felt when he’d finally rammed home. From everything she’d read about anal sex, she’d learned that the nerves in and around the anus were extremely sensitive, just how sensitive she hadn’t a clue until now. Mixed with being bound and gagged, she felt thoroughly used and abused in a completely good way, if that were even possible.
She frowned at that though
t. Maybe her last boyfriend had been right. Maybe she was a little sick in the head.
“You’re thinking way too hard.”
Her gaze zipped to meet Julian’s stare from where he leaned against the doorjamb. The mere sight of him all naked and hard stirred something deep in her chest. How could her body want something that her mind demanded was wrong? “Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re succulent lips are turned down in a frown and there are deep creases in your brow.”
She’d already shared her body with him in ways she never imagined. Would it really hurt to share her thoughts with him too? He lived this lifestyle, so maybe he’d be able to enlighten her. “I was just wondering about something.”
He closed the door behind him and crossed to stand in front of her. Still gloriously naked, he leant against the counter, crossing his legs at the ankle. From her vantage point, his cock, still at half-mast, was eye level with her, making it difficult to keep her train of thought.
“What would that be?”
“Well…um.” Exactly how was she supposed to pose a question like that to him? Maybe talking really was more difficult that fucking.
His brow pulled into a frown. “Did I hurt you?”
“No!” She shook her head. “Not at all.”
“You’re not having second thoughts about all this, are you, because I was under the impression that you were enjoying yourself.”
“I am. It’s just, I feel like I shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t what?”
“Shouldn’t be enjoying myself.”
His frown immediately tipped into a smile. “Why in the hell not?”
Her gaze dropped away from his. “You know how I was raised, Julian. I’m sure my holier-than-thou mother would be turning over in her grave if she knew what I just let you do.”
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