Puppet On A String

by Lizbeth Dusseau

  Shelby sat back, too dumbfounded to speak for a time, then a meek, “I-I don’t know what to say,” came out on her whispered breath. Her mind spun, flashing back to incidents in the past that might have hinted to the truth about his clandestine activities … or times during sex when she had the feeling that he was holding back, and she could not bring herself to encourage his dominance over her. It was hard to say how much she forced herself to deny. But it was obvious that they had steered clear of precarious subjects like Clive Darcy, Shelby’s masochism and Padraig’s fascination for her kink.

  Now, he was as quiet and thoughtful as she was. And for a long while there seemed no way around the awkward impasse. “So what do we do now?” she finally asked.

  “I dunno…maybe we can start again, lass. No lies this time.”

  “Can we do that? I mean just pretend the past didn’t happen?”

  “We don’t pretend a thing. We’ve had enough of that. But you have to tell me what you want, girl. You have to quit with the brakes, because the things that I desire with you aren’t all that pretty sometimes. I want to play them out, but only if you’re ready for that. I know that it was bad where you were at the detention facility and I don’t want to bring on bad memories…”

  “Padraig you do know that I was sexually used. It wasn’t just being beaten. Most women would call it rape, and I guess I do too… though I’m wired differently than most women. I can take punishment and have it feed my lust. You sure you want a woman who’s had so many cocks that she’s lost track of the number? You sure that won’t matter? That down the road, you’re not going to think I’m too perverted? I mean if those things matter, we have to give it up now. You can’t judge me. I can’t take that. I can’t.”

  “Aw, Shelby,” he shook his head. “You won’t be judged by me. You think I’m such a gentle Irish boy…but you saw my dark side the other night. It may be as rough as your Mr. Darcy’s. But I just play the game differently than he does. And I play the game for keeps. It’s more than sex and control…it’s about loving you. Your Mr. Darcy never understood that that was what you needed most. Maybe he can’t love. But I know I can, and I do love you Shelby Ryan.”

  Padraig’s last words lingered for a long while between them. Shelby searched his eyes for any wavering, and his firm jawline for even the slightest twitch – like those things could tell truth from lies. What she knew to be true, however, came from her heart. And for a moment, she dared to believe that something good could come out of the havoc these long and tortuous weeks had unleashed on their relationship.

  “You think, Padraig, since your apartment is close, that we could go there and be together for a while, real close?”

  His face lighted now. “I think so,” he said.

  He stood up and grabbed her hand, then with his arm around her waist they strode toward the sound of the ‘L’ train rattling its way along the tracks.

  Like he’d used her in the alley, his mood was dark and forceful. As soon as the door closed behind them, he was stripping away her clothes until she was naked. He gazed at her body, coveting every piece, loving the curve of her breasts, the smooth valley at her waist, and the pubic mound that jutted out with a small trail of trimmed hair. He cupped her pubis and squeezed hard, allowing himself to feel how she responded. Then he spanked her there, his hand coming down on the sensitive places a little harder each time his palm struck. Her body swooned against him as her urgent desire built into an overwhelming force.

  “There’s to be no more doubting me,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Yes, sir,” she gasped for breath.

  “And when I’m rough with you, you’ll take what I dish out and not object.”

  “Oh, Padraig, never!”

  “And if there’s to be anyone that owns you, it will be me. You understand that?”

  She sighed.

  “You hear that?” he shook her spanked mound, wanting confirmation.

  “Yes, sir. I heard you.”

  “And you want more now?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Harder?”

  “If you would.”

  He pulled her around, shoved her forward toward the small bedroom, grabbing a length of clothesline as he did and roping her wrists behind her, finally shoving her over the end of his twin bed. Her shoulders fell to the mattress, leaving her ass high and waiting. He massaged it first, giving it a good smack now and then. Her body juices started to flow long before this started, but they seemed to gush now that the energy between them soared so brilliantly.

  “And is this what you want?” he asked. He’d let her go and moved so she could see him withdrawing his heavy work belt from the belt loops.

  “Ohmygod!” she gasped.

  “Tell me, lass. I want to hear it in your own words.”

  “Yes, Padraig, yes! You start thrashing my ass, I’ll come. I swear I will.”

  “We’ll see,” he chuckled darkly.

  The darkness made her body spasm deep within. She watched him double the leather, fear and excitement taking hold. Then he stepped back to where she couldn’t see him, and a moment later, the belt smacked across both ass cheeks, delivering her to a welcomed pain. If Padraig could not have done this, she would have had to find a man who would. But the rush of delight and pain had her delirious within seconds of his beginning the savage punishment. All across her ass cheeks, from top to bottom the leather struck. She was wailing, her bound body rocking back and forth, feeling the ecstasy consume her.

  For a time, he stopped to massage her ass cheeks until he took her to the edge of coming. Then when his hand pulled away, he walked around and stripped in front of her, showing off the body she lusted after: the sweating muscles, the fierce testosterone and his firm hard cock jutting before her, ready to have her as he desired.

  Clear to her now was the shift that had taken place in their relationship – this would not be a relationship of lies and half-truths, engineered by Clive Darcy. This would be theirs, ruled by the fire that was bred into them both.

  It was awkward taking him in her mouth from her cowering position, but she managed, just as she would manage a lot of things from now on.

  She turned her head so he could thrust himself deep inside her mouth. Then he pulled back, for a time allowing her lips and tongue to taste this salty skin of his slickened crown. He held her by the hair and drilled her. She hated that she couldn’t use her hands – but as a surrendering female, she loved it just as much. His forceful dominance, that dared demand this kind of submission from her, was new to them both. This was Darcy’s territory but Padraig had a style all his own: hands that loved, that caressed and hurt in the same instant. Darcy had won her with words and assumptions and the authority of his age. Padraig won her with his open heart.

  When the mouth fuck was finally enough, he got back to the business of smacking her cooled down ass cheeks with his belt. The flesh went from cool to hot in seconds, then another massage and she was at that precipice again.

  “Oh, I’m going to come!” she announced with her body writhing underneath his powerful hand.

  “Like hell you’ll come!” he stopped the massage abruptly. “You come now, and I’ll leave you tied up all night.” He stared down at her with a fixed gaze. “Oh, maybe you’d like that, right? Well maybe not if I hogtie you and toss you in the closet.”

  “Padraig, you wouldn’t!” She looked back at him in horror.

  “You want to test me? You brought out this beast in me, you got to live with it now.”

  Already, the fiery warmth on her punished bottom had dwindled down enough so she no longer feared slipping into a verboten climax. She had no desire to be punished by a single-minded lover on this their first night back in each other’s arms. It was easy to reply, “No, sir. I’d better not tonight,” and smile at him with sheepish longing.

  “An’ you’d better not ever test me,” his next warning made her shudder so deliciously that it produced a delightful spasm deep inside her bel
ly.

  She wondered if he was bluffing or if he had the heart of a sadist? Would he follow through with his threats? It was a juice quandary to think on – but on some other day, not now.

  “No, sir. I have no plans to test you.”

  “You come when I tell you to and not before?”

  “Yes, sir.” The smile that followed reflected all the wicked thoughts moving through her kinky brain – like how amazing it was that what she desired from a lover could be found in the very man she had grown to love.

  There was little time to think on these things; Padraig was quickly back to business, smacking her with his belt until there was something rhythmic and symbiotic about the act. A fierce wave of mutual desire and need washed over them both: the catharsis at the end of long strained weeks. Endorphins were firing off, the sweet bliss, the masochist’s reward descending through her body now. She retained just enough conscious thought to keep her promise not to come without permission, but it was getting harder with each second that passed.

  “Oh, dear god, Padraig, I really can’t hold back!” she finally cried. “Please, you sweet dear man…”

  He stopped with his leather belt, tossing it to the floor. “You can wait,” he told her, as he positioned his naked body behind hers and speared her spasming cunt. She almost lost it then.

  Thankfully, he spoke the words she was dying to hear, “Come if you like, slut,” while he was gaining his momentum.

  Seconds later, her body spasmed into a hard climax, “Yesssssssssss!” she hissed. “Yesyesyesyesyes….” crying and jerking and twisting, her insides clutching his cock tight as if she’d never let go.

  Only after her spasms began to die away did she realize that Padraig was pressing his fingers into her asshole and pulling his cock out of the tight place below. A little gentle prodding with the head of his penis, and he breached her backdoor. A firm thrust and he was fully inside.

  Another kind of eroticism began to bloom in her – this a submissive and lowly kind of arousal. This was always how it felt when she took a cock in her ass. Except that this time was nothing like the times she plumbed these depths in the past, when it was with men who didn’t care, who used her ass for the kinky sport of it and gave her nothing else. Padraig gave as much back to her as she poured out to him. Their love and lust mingled freely.

  With powerful thrusts and heated cries, he suddenly ejaculated, setting off another climax in her – although this one was from a deeper and more earthy place of sexual need. It was not a delicate thing. Sparks shot before her closed eyes, vivid as fireworks. And they clung to each other with an animal fervor for minutes as he pumped his seed inside her ass.

  But it was more than just a hot ass fuck. All the other times when a man took her in the ass, it was something to get used to and maybe enjoy. This time, her whole being was engaged. Love did matter during sex. Padraig proved that to them both.

  “Dammit, lass, you’re gonna wear me out,” he sighed heavily when he finally caught his breath.

  A moment later, Shelby collapsed against the bed causing his dwindling erection to slip out. Then he pushed her to the wall and curled up next to her on the small bed, his hand in her hair, his lips meeting hers and kissing them gently for a long while.

  The redolence of their body sweat and pheromones filled the air. Their hearts seemed to clamor for the touch of skin, the smell of warm breath, the feel of their sexual urgency renewing itself. Just minutes after the orgasm had finally died away, they could feel the arousal returning, and for a long while, they wrapped themselves in each other’s arms with their legs scissored and his pulsing cock against her labia.

  “So does this prove anything to you, Shelby Ryan? Does this show you who I am? Are you going to doubt me after tonight?”

  She smiled. “You think I’m going to wear you out…I’m thinking you’re going to do the same to me.”

  “Good. I want to keep you happy.”

  “Oh, I am happy. You have no idea…”

  “Maybe I do. Maybe when I see your face light up like this, I can tell how you feel. And when I feel your heart beating the way it does next to me, I know. You get inside me, lass. You make me want more of you.” He held her head with his fingers threaded through her hair and kissed her hard again. And when the kiss broke there was a smile on his lips. “So, I wonder how I should mark you.”

  “You want to mark me?” She looked up at him in disbelief.

  “Why not? Everyone else seems to think they have the right to,” he grinned. “I mean, if I own you.”

  She grinned back.

  “So what, a tattoo? Labia rings down here?” He tugged the slips of skin, a playful gleam in his eye.

  “Ouch!”

  “Oh, so would you like that?”

  “No, I wouldn’t like that! Darcy pierced my labia and I took them out.”

  “I see. Well then, I’ll have to find something else. Something permanent, maybe a brand, wouldn’t that just suit my little masochist?”

  Her eyes widened in horror and he laughed.

  “Don’t worry yourself, lass, when the time comes, it will be a mark you want. You might even beg for it. But you can be sure that you’ll never have anything to fear from me.”

  She offered up a worried pout. “How come I fall into the hands of sadists so easily?” “So, you think me a sadist now?”

  “Oh, I’m sure you are!”

  “Well then, if I’m a sadist, just be glad that finally you’ve fallen for one who loves you enough to never hurt you.” He said this with a hand cupping her sore ass in a show of playful irony, and his cock about to take her for another wild ride.

  The ‘L’ train rumbled by the window. Darkness crept around the corners of the sky and soon covered the bedroom in thick shadows. And in those mystifying shadows, Shelby and Padraig began to kiss again with the eroticism between them rising fast. They knew exactly where their passionate kisses would lead.

  It would be this way for them all night and well into the following day.

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