My mouth opens in stunned silence. I remain motionless.
Hands on his hips, he arches his perfect brow. “What, did you think I would forget about your bad girl behavior? Not a fucking chance, and your hesitation just bought you ten more licks, Valla. Care to go for ten more by stalling?” His voice is threaded with cold control.
There’s no getting out of this. I whirl around and lean into the leather while pushing out my bottom. A secret part of me welcomes being spanked. The way he does it is so … intimate.
His weight creates a dip in the supple black leather to my left. I glance back and see that he’s planted his left knee down and has a hot palm braced firmly between my shoulder blades.
Whack! Zero warning.
“Oh! Oh my God! Agh!”
Again.
And again.
The strong, fervent blows rain down on me. This leaning position makes my breasts strain and ache in the nipple clamps, blood pumping toward them. Every few seconds he leans in to jerk on one chain then the other before returning to mete out my harsh punishment. He is laying into me and, strangely, I adore it—crave it even. The force he is using is stronger than the first spanking, but not unbearable in the least. A flood of pleasure washes over me, somehow making my lust stronger, more intense.
There is so much blood pumping to my core, ass, and tits that I feel like I’m right on the precipice of an orgasm. If he would just run a finger over my clit…. I must hold back because heaven knows what trouble I would get into by coming without his permission. That has to be at the top of the submissive “no-no” list.
Another. And again. Hard, determined blows that are meant to be remembered. On and on they go. He is silent with the exception of several primal grunts that I find unbelievably hot in their ferocity.
Suddenly, everything stops. The palm resting on the center of my back is sweating and trembling lightly. I’m unable to do anything more than hang my head forward over the back of the sofa and pant.
“You took that well. Now turn around and face me.”
I steady myself with a hand on the backrest and turn around. My nipples are throbbing beyond belief, but I remain obediently silent.
Those sapphire eyes are glittering as he tells me, “Thank your Master for your punishment.”
Without hesitation, I say, “Thank you for my spanking, Sir. It was well deserved.”
He grunts in agreement and without a word crushes me to him and kisses me passionately. I’m lost, feeling weightless as he holds my mouth captive and picks me up effortlessly. I twine my legs around his bare waist. He carries us into the bedroom and remains standing as he lowers me down onto the dense duvet. His eyes are locked onto the clamps bound to my poor, pinched nipples.
“I like to see my clamps on you. Your nipples are the perfect size for jewelry. I’m going to take them off now and I’m not gonna lie to you, girl, it’s going to sting. But I’m going to lick them and make it all better, all right?”
I bite my lower lip with my front teeth and nod once, dreading the pain to come.
I watch him pinch open the clamp on my left breast and at first I nearly breathe a sigh of relief when it doesn’t hurt … until the blood comes rushing back in. I cry out, “Ow! Ooh, that hurts so badly, Sir!”
“Shhh …. Here, now let’s get the other one off you.”
As soon as the right one is gone he wastes no time before leaning down to make good on his promise, gently licking them over and over with his soothing tongue, alternating between each aching bud until the pain eases, allowing for the pleasure to start back up again. When my cries finally turn into needy moans of pleasure, he retreats and stands at the foot of the bed. I prop up onto my elbows and drink him in.
Standing at his full height he’s both intimidating and unbelievably erotic at the same time. His cock is imposing yet undeniably beautiful. It’s thick and veined as it kicks and jerks in full, eager arousal. How can he maintain this level of self-restraint? I’m amazed. My core immediately responds by blooming with dripping wetness. I desperately want to be fucked and ridden brutally hard.
He turns and opens a drawer. Reaching in, he clasps something in his hand that is out of my sight. He turns back around to stare at me. Gloriously nude, he slowly places a knee on the bed and moves toward me like an assailant on a covert mission. I’m being stalked and feel helpless. Nothing in my life has been more thrilling than this moment. The primal, elementary part of my brain roars to life. I crave him and nothing else will satiate me.
With his dark blue eyes boring into mine, he says smoothly, “Turn over now, petal. Face the headboard like a good girl. I want that ass up high and your legs spread wide for me.”
Yes, yes! He so knows which buttons to push with his sexy commands. I scramble to do his bidding.
“I want you to grab onto two of the wooden posts of that headboard and do not let go under any circumstances, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply in a quiet, girlish whisper. Where in the hell did that come from? It’s because I want to pleasure him ….
Before I can dwell on this blooming desire, he says confidently, “Mmm, I do love that, my beautiful petal, and rest assured that you will be screaming my name before I’m through with you tonight, girl.”
I bury my face into the softness of the pillow and moan as my heart hammers into overdrive. Kneeling close behind me, he runs both of his hot, callused hands from the middle of my back down to my raised ass and back up again.
“Perfection,” I hear him murmur to himself in a deep tone.
I’m so ready, please, take me! I silently chant to myself.
I freeze as I feel him dripping what I believe is lube down the seam of my ass as his left palm reaches underneath my torso to tweak and roll one of my sensitive nipples.
Yes, I so want to play.
His other hand runs back and forth in a soothing movement across my behind and I give a little forward start as one lone finger begins to move in slow circles around my virgin ass ring. I can’t help it and let out a surprised whimper. I’ve never had anyone touch me there but the dark, foreign thought turns me on beyond belief.
“Shhh, baby. You’ll take it exactly how I give it. Isn’t that right?”
Ever so softly, I whisper my reply over my shoulder, “Yes, yes, Sir, I will.”
I can’t stifle a groan as his thick index finger slowly breaches my ass, coming to rest at what feels like his middle knuckle. It stings harshly but I’m so wound up that the wicked pleasure spreading through my behind throws the initial discomfort aside.
With care he begins to finger fuck my ass in slow, controlled pumps. I become lost in the taboo sensation and my pussy is dripping and clamping down desperately for his daunting cock to fill it up.
After three more strokes, his finger is removed and I glance back. Our eyes clash just as something larger pushes intently against me.
“Are you an anal virgin, my sweet petal? Hmm? Tell me the truth.”
I look down in embarrassment before meeting his watchful gaze once again. “Y-yes, Sir.”
“Mmm, I like that. Don’t worry, baby, this is just a medium-sized anal plug. I should spank you a bit more but I’m too wound up, on the verge of fucking blue balls, so this will have to do. It’s more than enough for tonight and we need to have you well broken in before you could ever take me back here.” He bends low to place a hot kiss on my left ass cheek.
Well broken in? Holy fuck! His graphic language nearly makes me come on its own.
“Ohh, oh!” I cry out as the plug makes its way into me. It feels like the size of two of his thick fingers and I moan loudly, ashamed of how much I’m starting to love the new foreign feeling back there. He doesn’t relent until it’s seated deeply. I sigh, pleased that I took it with a modicum of grace.
“Very, very pretty, sugar. The plug looks so sexy in your tiny rosebud.” Pride threads though his rich voice.
I smile at him over my shoulder. “Thank you, Sir. It feels so go
od.”
I’m really getting into being controlled. Perhaps he’s right, I must be a submissive. No, correction, his submissive.
“Now I want you to be as still as you can, petal.”
I dip my chin low and watch between my spread legs as he flips over onto his back and shimmies his head and wide shoulders between my spread legs, mere inches from my eager pussy. I can feel his warm breath caress me and I begin to tremble lightly above him.
A guttural voice cuts through the room. “God damn, petal, your pussy is as gorgeous as the rest of you, and that’s saying a lot. It’s absolutely creaming for me. I want to lick that pretty little cunt clean. Do you want that as your reward for taking your punishment like a good girl?”
I flush bright red at his brazen comments, but I can’t wait to see what he’ll do next. I answer him eagerly, “Please, oh please lick me, do whatever. I’m throbbing so hard for you, Sir. I want everything, please ... it’s starting to ache so badly, please relieve me.”
Who knew that talking naughty could be such a complete turn on?
A growl erupts from below me as his strong hands wrap around my thighs, pulling me down against his waiting mouth. There’s no messing around; within seconds he’s lapping at me intently, licking me clean. And just like his kisses, the rhythm is relentless perfection. I find it hard to wrap my mind around the concept that he’s actually fucking my pussy with his tongue.
How did I ever live without this pleasure?
I gently grind my hips down in a slow circle on his face. I can’t help it, and I hear him groaning in appreciation beneath me. It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. My involuntary whines begin to overshadow his as the impending orgasm mounts within me. The naughty plug so very snug in my ass is intensifying every wicked lick. As he tilts his head up and swipes his hot tongue against my clit I know that I’m nearly done for.
Please, please let him allow me to come soon!
He pushes my thighs up a fraction and grits out, “Come for me, petal. I want to eat that orgasm of yours.”
Before I’m able to respond, I’m pulled straight back down on his mouth and on the third swirl of his wet tongue against my needy clit I lose it and explode, violently shaking and bucking as the shudders roar through me like a lightning strike.
“Oh, oh Judge! Yes!” I scream out my fierce pleasure.
It is so extreme that I attempt to jerk forward to escape the racking spasms that are about to destroy me with their overwhelming force. He won’t have it. He holds fast and eats me out even harder, intent on his task as his tongue thrusts high within my core. I scream out at the power of the contractions just as he shifts to shove two of those thick fingers up into me with controlled force. The fullness only extends my orgasm as I cry out and grind down shamelessly on his hand. My head spins in unrelenting ecstasy.
Finally he releases his mouth. My head hangs limply forward with my hair covering my vision. I’m trying to catch my breath in order to slow my fluttering heart rate. Slowly I release the beams in front of me and plant my face in the pillow.
Sir’s good girl. I almost smile at my submissive thoughts.
Without one word or warning, I’m grabbed roughly and flipped over. Judge looms large above me, a devious look of lust masking his features. “I want you to spread wide for me, little one. That tight little pussy of yours is more than ready for my dick now.”
I nearly gasp. With his dark looks and his mouth still wet and gleaming with my slick arousal, he looks like a hedonistic god from some ancient legend. He’s stunning.
I obey and spread as wide as I can for him, not that it matters one bit. His body is so large that his hips and knees between my spread legs soon have me totally open for him, regardless of my trepidation.
A sliver of panic rises up from deep within me as I stare down at his proud shaft. It’s far wider than my wrist and has to be over nine inches long. My eyes widen in fear as I look to him for guidance.
“Trust me, you’ll take me just fine, my sweet, beautiful girl. You trust me, don’t you?”
He waits patiently for my answer while he slowly runs a finger from my wet, open pussy up to my clit in a relentless circuit that has me wiggling around with mounting need. What is this amazing effect he has on me?
I stare up into his darkly beautiful face and say, “I want you so badly, Sir. Please give it to me, but I beg you to go slow. I’ve never had someone even close to your size.”
A knowing smile forms on his lips. “I’ll make it so good for you, my sweet petal. Can you just hold on a little while longer for me?”
I nod as he lowers his head to suck and swirl on my tight nipples. It feels so amazing that I can’t hold still. I grasp his hard shoulders and moan as the heat spreads through my torso. I’m craving him so badly that I’m close to begging him to enter me. I nearly come undone as he starts to suck harder on my tender nipples.
He pulls back to rumble, “Mmm, my petal.”
He blows warm air on both as he nips each breast once again.
“Sir, please! You’re driving me wild!” I cry out to him.
He gently nuzzles his shadowed jaw back and forth against my chest. “I look forward to seeing these in clamps again soon. That was fucking hot, sugar.”
“Yes, anything, Judge,” I say in a breathy voice.
Fascinated, I watch as he sits back and grasps his large shaft in his right palm. He strokes the hard length twice as I watch him, completely captivated by the beauty of his masculinity. He thrusts his left hand onto the mattress by the side of my face as he shifts his hips and rubs the thick, smooth head up and down my dripping slit. I desperately want to feel him inside me. A soft groan escapes my parted mouth. So close … please just push forward!
“What is it, petal? Do you want your master to fuck you hard now, baby? Can you take it almost brutal, girl? Because that’s how I like it.”
Yes!
“Oh, oh please, Sir! Yes, God, yes, please, please don’t make me wait any longer for you.”
His cheek rubs up and down against mine. It’s a possessive and territorial move. His lips press against mine for a slow, almost tender kiss. Thank goodness I’m on my back, holding onto his shoulders for support.
“That sounds unbelievably sweet, my little one. I knew that you would be this responsive and irresistible when you beg for me.”
I barely hear him talking as he begins to shove his length into me in a smooth, unrelenting glide.
“Ungh, ahh!” My own voice barely registers as my cry echoes through the room.
The fullness is immediately overwhelming me to the point of near pain as I begin pushing against his wall of a chest, trying to heave him off me. Yet he won’t be deterred, he doesn’t stop until he’s buried inside, claiming me completely. I can only pant and try my best to relax, to adjust to his thick girth. I’m stretched so tight that I’m afraid to move at all.
His breathing is labored as his beautiful eyes roam my face, settling on my wide eyes as he says in a thick voice, “That’s right, baby. I know how to fill you, don’t I? I’m about to make you come undone. Are you good, sugar?”
I breathe deeply through my nose, doing my very best to relax. “You’re so very hot inside me. It’s so big that I can feel you pulse. It’s amazing, Sir.”
Gritting his teeth he whispers, “Fuck, you are so fucking tight and perfect around my cock. I’ve never felt anything so fucking soft in all my life. Look at me, give me that beauty. I want it all from you. Everything, Valla. You’re mine.”
Our eyes lock and the wildness within his blue irises is mesmerizing.
“I’m about to give it to you as rough and wild as you can handle and I want you to let everything go. I want you to come again, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“All right, sweet girl, wrap your arms around my neck.”
I do as I’m told and he lowers his lips the few inches to capture my mouth in a fiery kiss. At the same time he rears his hips back, only to slam
forward in a powerful thrust. The force pushes me back on the sheets several inches and into the pile of dense pillows as I cry out from the startling power of his body, his cock so hard within me.
Grabbing both of my upper thighs, he hauls me back to him in a single, fluid motion. Locking his fingers around them, he begins to hammer into me in a steady, animalistic way. My body responds immediately, blooming hotter, wilder for him, becoming wetter, preparing for another orgasm. My eyes flutter closed, allowing myself to feel more, to surrender to his domination.
In a hoarse voice he grits out, “Look at me, Valla! Watch me fuck you, baby.”
I open my eyes and become engulfed in his arctic gaze, nearly drowning in the deep pools of his eyes. My attention is drawn down to my center, where our bodies join. His cock is shiny and slick from my soaked pussy. He’s grown larger than before but somehow my pussy is accepting him willingly. Our bodies collide in a repetitive yet brutal rhythm and he grunts hard with each powerful, slamming thrust, controlling his power.
“You’re fucking perfect, baby. Damn, so tight and hot around my dick. I fucking love taking you. Breathe for me.”
Releasing his grip on my right thigh, he moves his hand between us and begins to massage my engorged clit with the pad of his thumb. The direct pressure and the taboo feeling of the anal plug work in harmony to heighten the feeling of his cock viciously impaling my little slit.
“Siiiirrrrrr!” I wail. I’m close and he has to know it. Primitive sounds of pleasure erupt from me.
His sweat drips down onto my breasts as he roars, “Now! Come now for me, Valla! Give me that fucking orgasm! Do it, baby!”
“Oh, agh!” I scream out against his corded neck as the orgasm ignites within me and climbs high until suddenly it peaks, pulsing through me in blinding, sumptuous waves of ecstasy.
“That’s it, petal.” Thrust. “Come.” Thrust. “All” Thrust “Over” Thrust “My” Thrust. “Cock!”
His huge body in motion above me is almost frightening as he ruthlessly pounds into me. The contracting flutters are still humming deep inside me and I try desperately to focus, to commit this moment to memory.
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