Riding the Storm

by Candace Blevins

  This wasn’t just about the strength of the rope, but the way he put her into it — with the rope tied so high on her thighs, she couldn’t get the leverage to try to pop the ropes open down there, and she couldn’t pull her arms down enough in back to obtain enough force to pull them apart, either.

  He wasn’t done yet, though. He rested the rope over her other shoulder, and tipped her sideways enough to run it back down towards her waist again. He looped it through the ropes there and then continued down to her feet, winding the rope around her ankles ten times before making another knot.

  She knew how many loops he made because she silently counted them, knowing each additional circuit reduced the odds of her breaking free.

  Kendra wasn’t getting out of this, and she was suddenly terrified.

  His hands swept up to her lower back, touched her hands, soothed her as he said, “I know Abbott said I don’t have to worry about circulation, but I have to ask anyway — is anything too tight? I went around your wrists and ankles more than I would have for a... well, more than I normally would. I need to be sure it’s okay.”

  Kendra’s terror faded, replaced with the knowledge he’d take care of her, he’d make it good. She drew in enough air to say, “It’s okay. I can completely stop my circulation for years and hibernate, if I need to. Pieces of me won’t fall off and die if they go without adequate blood supply.”

  She felt a slap on her bottom and she could hear the warning his voice as he said, “You only have one rule right now, Kendra. Did you forget something?”

  Blood surged into her clit, the throb matching the beat of Eric’s heart. “Sir. My circulation is okay, Sir.”

  He walked to a chest and opened it to reveal floggers hanging from the back and lots of drawers below.

  When he turned around with a butt plug, she immediately said, “Raindrops.”

  He stopped and looked at her a few heartbeats, sat the plug on the shelf, and came to her. He knelt until he was eye level and asked, “What is it, Kendra?”

  “I haven’t had anything in my ass for… I don’t know, at least a thousand years. I don’t eat solid food, so it hasn’t even been used as a human would normally use it. I’m not telling you it’s off limits, but plugs probably are at this point. Even small ones, Sir.”

  He didn’t look upset or frustrated, and his scent was… intrigued? He gave her a gentle smile as he told her, “Okay, thanks for telling me. We’ll work on it later, but we will work on it until you’re ready to be taken in the ass.” He caressed her cheek and stood. “I’m going to spank you now. Two hard strikes with a slapper — one on each cheek — and then I’ll back off and warm you up properly before being harsh again. The warm up will be the slapper and a variety of floggers. Depending on how you respond, I’ll finish with either a belt or cane. Is there any reason for me to not use any of those implements?”

  “The cane? Sir? I thought you were going to go easy on me at first?”

  “I am. I’ll use it or the belt, depending on how you respond. You’ll be warmed up, and it isn’t my intention to give you more than you can handle. If you aren’t enjoying the pain, I won’t use it.” He bent again, kissed her cheek. “I know we haven’t built up much trust yet, but can you trust me to take care of you?”

  “I’m scared.”

  “I know.”

  He stood, walked to the chest, returning with the slapper.

  “You didn’t say Sir, Kendra. Again. Two strikes that’ll hurt has turned into six — three on each cheek, and then I’ll warm you up properly.”

  He walked behind her and, without warning, brought the thick leather down on her right cheek and then her left. Her ass stung like crazy, and the pain lingered more than Kendra thought it should. Damn, that hurt. And then he did it again, this time right then left.

  She didn’t scream, didn’t breathe, and sealed her eyes and mouth closed. She deserved this. She’d only had one rule, and she’d forgot.

  “Kendra, you need to breathe.”

  “Sir, actually, I don’t. Sir. I mean, if I’m going to talk then I do because my vocal cords need air to make sound, but, I can shut down bodily functions at will, so I don’t really need to breathe, Sir.”

  The last two hits were much harder than the other four. She gasped at the intensity, and felt the burn grow worse for at least a minute before levelling off.

  “Now, I’ll warm you up. When I get back up to strikes the intensity of the two you just received, I’ll tell you so you can compare what you can take cold compared to what you can take warmed up.”

  His voice, while matter-of-fact, was gentle and caring, affectionate, and her heart warmed. He hadn’t asked for a response, but she nodded her head, and he ran his hand down the back of her head, a soft touch to connect before the slapper began a regular rhythm on her bottom.

  The weight and bulk of the smooth leather fell, again and again — not enough energy behind the strikes to hurt, but enough to cause a little discomfort, and now Kendra breathed through it. He probably gave her thirty strikes at a low intensity before he put more muscle into it, and though Kendra knew these blows were harder, they didn’t hurt. In fact, they were starting to feel good. She tried to move her hips around, but the ropes tugged at her hands over the tops of her shoulders.

  Another thirty strikes later the hits grew even harder, but now they only upped her arousal level until she could feel the borrowed blood in her veins warm her entire groin — and her clit continued to throb to the beat of Eric’s heart.

  It wouldn’t take much for her to orgasm, and she desperately wanted something inside her.

  He stopped long enough to tell her, “These strikes are the same intensity as the ones I gave you at the beginning.”

  Wow. This felt good, and those first strikes had really hurt.

  He stopped, and she squirmed as his fingers delved into her folds. “You’re soaking wet, Kendra. You like this, don’t you?”

  No sense telling a lie. “Yes Sir, I think so.”

  “You’re ready for a flogger now, as I can give you a better rhythm with it. I won’t restrict your orgasms today — you don’t have to warn me or ask me. You won’t always have this kind of permission, but you have enough other things going on today, I think.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  The first few strikes weren’t hard, but as she sank into the rhythm, he added force. Each stroke hurt, but it also felt good and she didn’t want it to end. As he kept it up, the cadence combined with the mix of pain and pleasure had her so close to orgasm she couldn’t stand it, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask for help finding release. Her skin was on fire, each caress of the stinging strands lighting a new fire as it fanned the old, but she couldn’t move her hips without pulling her hands farther up her back. She could only lie still and take it.

  When he stopped with no warning, she moaned at the loss.

  “You want more pain, don’t you, Kendra?”

  Damn, he was right. She didn’t just want it, she needed it. She pushed her bottom up, and gave a small yelp as her shoulders were torqued more than she expected from the pull, but still told him, “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  His hand felt cool on her bottom, and she relaxed as he rubbed and soothed her, but then tensed as he said, “I think you’re ready for the cane.”

  He hung the flogger back in the chest, and lifted something else. When he turned, he held the cane so she could see.

  She’d used it on others plenty, and was well acquainted with what it could do. If not used properly it would split the flesh open, if used correctly it would create bruises and welts. She’d heal from whatever he did, but it didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt like hell.

  “I’m going to give you two strokes before I decide how many you’ll get.”

  The first cut landed and she couldn’t believe the pain. When it first hit, she could handle the burn, but then two seconds later it was unbearable. However, as the burn spread it felt... good. Not good like a massage, but in
a tortured, heat filled, sensation-you-can’t-ignore kind of way, and she wanted more.

  She gasped and gave a small yelp as the second cut landed, but as the pain once again morphed into warmth, her moan was of bliss, not pain. She didn’t think she could take too many of these, but damn, what a sensation.

  “Okay Kendra, six in all, which means you get four more. I want you to count out loud, the next will be three. When it hits you’ll say, ‘Three, Sir,’ understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Another caress over the top of her hair, down her back, a pause to feel of her hands, and then a smooth glide to her heated bottom.

  Kendra was no longer conflicted about submitting. He was Dom, she did as she was told, and nothing else mattered.

  As the next stroke fell, she gasped, “Three, Sir,” as she fought to deal with the pain until it blossomed into bliss and fire, and her moan vibrated through her body.

  She screamed a little at the next — not terribly loud, but there was no denying it was a scream, and then she got out, “Four, Sir.”

  He rubbed across her bottom with his hand and she moaned again as she tried to move her hips. Her shoulders were screaming from being in the reverse prayer position, and she hoped he changed her arms around when he was done with this part.

  His hand came off her ass and the next blow fell, and this time she screamed a little louder before getting out, “Five, Sir.”

  “One more to go. This one’ll be harder than the others, make sure you count it out as number six, otherwise it won’t count.”

  And then it hit, and she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. She finally pulled enough air in to say, “Six, Sir,” but it wasn’t very loud and she hoped it was good enough. Her ass was literally on fire, and her pussy felt so empty, if he untied her right now she might rape him.

  Eric rubbed her bottom a few minutes, soothing and calming her, before he trailed his hands down her legs to the ropes.

  It took a good five minutes for him to remove all of the ropes except the ones holding her in reverse prayer, and he stopped to say, “Your shoulders have been like this long enough, so I need to put you in a different position. When I untie your hands I expect them to be placed in an X across your chest to help relax your shoulders until I’m ready to tie them into their next position. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He removed the rope from around her wrists and she did as he said, rolling to her back and crossing her arms over her chest to let the muscles in her shoulders relax back into position.

  “When you’re ready, sit on the bed with your back to me. I don’t know how much time your arms and shoulders will need to recover, so I’m trusting you to be honest.”

  Kendra nodded, took a breath, moved into position, and sat still as he doubled a section of rope, settled it around her throat, and tied a knot in the back. He left plenty of give, and she wondered what ingenious sadistic way he was going to restrain her this time — and even more, why she was going to passively let him do it, knowing she’d once again be helpless when he finished. It made no sense, and yet she couldn’t deny how turned on she was.

  “Please lie on your back in the middle of the bed, with your head near the headboard.” She looked at him almost in a fog as she put his words together enough to comply. He seemed to understand, and this time he helped her get into position, even though she could have lifted him and thrown him through the walls, if she’d wanted — and if her muscles weren’t so dead set on obeying him.

  He situated her with the ropes so they were under her shoulders and back, and came out at her side, below her hips. Eric used this end of the rope to bind her right ankle near her right hip, and she immediately understood his plan. If she kicked her legs around too much, she’d choke herself. Once he had the right ankle secured, he did the same with the left, and then he tied each wrist to the corresponding ankle.

  Finally, he wrapped what was left of the end of the rope — and there was a lot — around her ankle and thigh, mummifying her legs into shortened appendages.

  Even if her ankles hadn’t been bound to her neck, there was no way she’d have been able to straighten her legs.

  He stopped and looked her over, and must’ve decided her hands didn’t have enough rope, because he wrapped her wrists to the ankle/thigh combination ropes again, just to be sure.

  “I’ll ask again, are the bindings okay? I don’t want you in pain, just discomfort.”

  “Then you did good, Sir, as I’m uncomfortable as shit, but nothing hurts.”

  His eyes flashed a warning, but he didn’t comment on her language. She’d said Sir, so he must’ve decided not to insist on a respectful tone of voice. Kendra was fairly certain he’d rectify the situation with different rules before they played again, though.

  “You’ll tell me if there’s something I need to be aware of, and if your bondage goes from uncomfortable to painful, I expect you to tell me.”

  Eric made another trip to the chest, and retrieved an item with the intent of not letting her see it. He sat between her knees, and she moaned and rotated her hips as much as possible as his finger massaged around her clit.

  “That’s it, Kendra. You’re probably about to explode, aren’t you? I told you earlier, you can come whenever you want. I know you were close when I was flogging you.”

  She was close, and she whined in complaint when he removed his magical fingers, but he replaced them with his mouth and the world melted into nothing as ecstasy streaked through her veins.

  Mid-orgasm, Eric pressed a lubed finger into her asshole, moved his mouth enough to slide his tongue into her pussy, and proceeded to slowly fingerfuck her ass.

  Unable stop him, Kendra came until she’d have passed out if she were human. She dragged air into her lungs so she could scream and moan, and found herself breathless with the effort.

  When the orgasm finally waned he moved his mouth back to her clit, but it was way too sensitive for contact and she begged, “Oh, no, I can’t take that right now! Oh, God! Please don’t! Oh, Oh, Oh. Ohhhhhhhh...”

  And she was coming again. Just that fast. He tried to add another finger in her ass while she climaxed this time, but it hurt bad enough to stop the orgasm in its tracks and she cried out, “Raindrops!”

  He pulled his fingers out, moved his mouth to her pussy again, and Kendra forgot about everything except his mouth, his tongue — and the orgasm slammed back into her as if it’d never left.

  His finger pressed back into her ass, but just the tip, and only one, and her orgasm didn’t wane, didn’t slow. Eric used his mouth to keep her flying, and it was a good thing she didn’t need to breathe, because for several long moments all she could do was experience the bliss, frozen in place.

  When she at last came down from her dizzying heights, he removed his hands, wiped them on something, and stood to remove his clothes.

  She’d known he’d be ripped, and his ab muscles made her wish she weren’t tied down, so she could run her tongue on and around them, tracing the well-defined, sculpted lines.

  He pulled something from his jeans pocket before he let them fall to the ground, and then skimmed out of his boxer briefs, and her focus landed on the huge cock rising above his balls. She was still looking at it and marveling at its size when pain exploded in her left nipple and she looked down to see a rubber coated alligator clamp biting into the sensitive tissue.

  “Too much,” she gasped, “it’s too much.”

  “Shhh, it’s okay,” he said as he took it off and went back to the chest, returning with different clamps. She recognized them as being the kind she never used on anyone, as she’d always called them ‘wimp clamps’, more for looks than anything else.

  He put one on the right nipple, first, this time, and while it hurt, it wasn’t too bad — just enough she knew it was there. She was nervous about the left nipple, though, still hurting from the one just on it. He massaged her left breast a minute until the pain faded, and then
put the clamp on. She could feel the weight of them now, but not the bite.

  “Better?”

  “Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’ve taken a good deal for me today and it’s time for some real pleasure now, but you still need just an edge of pain, I think.”

  He circled her clit with his pointer finger, not touching it directly, and she moaned and moved her hips as much as his bondage allowed. He crawled up on the bed between her knees and kept his finger moving all around, but never sinking in and never coming in direct contact with her clit, driving her fucking crazy. God, she needed something inside her.

  “What do you want, Kendra?”

  “Inside, Sir. Something inside?”

  “You’re soaking wet. You must be so horny. What do you want inside?”

  Dammit, he knew what she wanted. Why was he making her say it? “You, Sir. I want you inside me.”

  “Do you want to be fucked, or do you want me to make love to you?”

  “I... I don’t know, Sir. Maybe a little of both?”

  And then it hit her, he wanted to make sure she still wanted this. He didn’t want to push it on her if she wasn’t ready. She started to ask him to make love to her, then realized she needed a good fucking right now, and then realized he was positioning himself to enter her and maybe he didn’t need any more of an answer.

  She gasped as he slid in, and he slowed, let her get used to his size, and watched her face as he pressed in, spreading, taking, owning. When his hips finally touched her, he lowered his torso and took her mouth in a blazing kiss that threatened to brand her soul — the passion and intimacy so intense it brought tears to her eyes.

  He pushed up onto his arms and pulled out, his gaze locked with hers as he slowly made love to her, each stroke controlled, slow, sensual. Kendra was in pure bliss, and she so wished she could hold him, wrap her legs around him, and make love to him in return.