by Hannah Ford
“You want something in your mouth to suck, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, sir. I would like your cock in my mouth, if that would please you.”
His eyes lit with desire at my words, and I loved the look on his face, the look of approval. I craved it, needed it.
He took a step back, crossed the room and chose a whip from a hook that was drilled into the stone wall.
He held it in one hand and slid the end of it across his palm, as if he were testing its weight, checking to see how much damage it could do.
He looked over at me, kneeling there on the floor. Our eyes met and electricity filled the air, anticipation mixing with adrenaline and pulsing through my veins in a heady mix.
Landon returned the whip to its hook and chose another. I wondered if the new whip would hurt me more or less.
More, I decided, watching as Landon reached behind him, pulling his shirt off in one fluid moment. His magnificent body came into view, the dim lighting in the room doing nothing to diminish how absolutely beautiful he was.
In fact, the light shining down on him made him look as if he’d been airbrushed to life, the shadows highlighting the ridges of his abs, the cords of muscle in his forearms, the expanse of his chest.
An involuntary groan escaped my lips.
He was just so beautiful. Beautiful and broken. And as much as I craved him taking me and dominating me, I also wanted to take away whatever pain was inside of him, whatever pain that made him feel as if he had to keep everyone at arm’s length.
He walked to me, pulled me up from my knees and pressed his body to mine, his hands sliding up the back of my neck and tangling in my hair.
“Aven,” he whispered. “God, Aven.” His voice was rough with emotion, and I closed my eyes and whispered his name back to him, our lips right against each other, barely touching.
“I can’t explain what you’re doing to me,” he said, his hands still in my hair. He closed his eyes, and took in a deep shuddering breath. “I’m falling…” He trailed off, his eyes going hard as he shut his emotions down, the emotions that were threatening to overcome him, to break down his carefully constructed world.
I savored this brief moment of softness, knowing that after this, there would be no more. I craved the closeness, craved the emotions, and I also craved the punishments and the darkness.
And then his mouth crashed into mine, his hands clawing at my hair, his tongue pressing past the seam of my lips.
The force of his kiss was both physical and spiritual, the connection between us so visceral and alive that I swore I could hear it crackle, could see it spark.
He pushed me up against the wall, my back against the stone, as he owned me with the kiss.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said when he pulled back. “But in this room, I’m going to.”
I felt the words wash over me, the anticipation of them making me want him even more.
“I want you to,” I said.
His hands went to the sides of my shirt, and he pulled it up over my head. His mouth returned to the crook of my throat, and he kissed, moving down softly over my cleavage, his breath sending prickles of heat over me.
He licked a searing trail of desire down over my abdomen, stopping to nip at my rib cage.
He pulled at my pants slowly, gathering the material in his hands, tugging it down over my hips.
“So perfect,” he breathed. “Your body is so perfect.”
I stepped out of my pants and then he was on his knees in front of me. He pushed the soft material of my thong over to the side, and I gasped as he blew right on my pussy.
“So tight.” His finger breached my hole, probing me.
I groaned and relaxed, like he’d taught me, letting his finger into my pussy, hungry for him.
“Good girl,” he breathed, curving his finger around inside of me and rubbing my walls. “Your pussy is so beautiful,” he said. His other hand reached up and forked it, my clit popping from its hood. “Look at your clit.” He leaned down and kissed it softly.
I moaned and closed my eyes.
“Do you like that?” Landon asked, sounding amused.
“Yes,” I whimpered, even though of course he already knew the answer.
He took my leg and hooked it over his shoulder so he could get a better angle on me, then took my other leg and hooked it over his other shoulder. He was made of stone, so sturdy, his musculature strong and capable of holding me up with seemingly no effort.
He made me feel physically small like no other man ever had, and the strength of his body holding me up, anchoring me to the wall, was a turn on in and of itself.
His hands pinned me by my hips to the stone behind me, his mouth right in front of my pussy.
“Your cunt looks so good, angel.”
I moaned and tried to writhe, but he was too strong. He looked up at me, his blue eyes bright, and the sight of him made butterflies swarm my stomach and my chest clench.
“I’m going to get you nice and wet,” he said, and he moved closer to my pussy, his stubble brushing against my thighs. “I need to get you turned on, because I’m going to do things to you that are going to hurt, baby. They’re going to hurt, and when I get going, I’m not going to be able to control myself, so now…” He trailed off and gazed up at my again, and I swallowed. “Now I need to turn you on so that it won’t hurt as much.”
I whimpered as he lowered his mouth to my pussy, his tongue and lips working me over expertly, slowly at first, feather soft movements that left me hot and breathless. He kissed and sucked my clit, sliding the flat of his tongue over me in one soft movement, then swirling it around my clit.
He pushed me to the edge of climax then pulled me back, like I was a boat out at sea, riding the waves. He did it over and over again, so many times that I lost count.
“You taste so good,” the groaned as he ate me, and the words were a guttural sound in his throat, the vibration of his deep tone reverberating through my pussy, intensifying the sensation of his mouth on me.
“Landon,” I cried, and my hands were on the broadness of his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles as he worked me over with his tongue. My nails raked over his skin, leaving marks the way he’d left on me.
When he finally finished, letting me go, my legs felt like jelly and my head was light.
“Please,” I panted.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“You’re ready to be fucked, baby?” His eyes glinted, not with mischief, but with something else, something dark and deep that I’d only seen glimpses of before. He was through teasing.
I reached for his hand, placed it on my pussy, making sure my thong was still pulled to the side so he could feel how wet I was. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, my pussy is ready. My cunt is wet, it needs your cock.” It was surprising how fast my vocabulary had changed, how words that had seemed so dirty and foreign to me just a few days ago now sprung from my lips with little effort, how I used those words to beg.
“Your pussy is ready, isn’t it, good girl?” Landon’s finger probed my folds, sliding his finger in easily, my pussy primed from the way he’d sucked and eaten me, the open-mouthed kisses he’d placed between my legs. Even so, I knew his cock would stretch me, and I craved it, craved that feeling of stretching before it gave way to warm pleasure.
“Yes.”
He grinned then, and that same thing glowed in his eyes, something deep and dark, something almost alive. He smiled.
“But that’s not where I’m going to fuck you, baby.”
And then he took my hand and led me to one of the contraptions that sat in his torture room.
It was metal, with two padded sections.
The first one was square, just big enough to kneel on.
The second was a round bar, covered in red leather.
“You’ll kneel on this,” Landon told me as he finished undressing me, unhooking my bra, taking my breasts in his hands and hefting the
ir weight. His hands were huge, big enough to encapsulate both of my breasts, even though I was a D cup. His thumbs rubbed my nipples, sending shockwaves of heady pleasure through me.
“Then you’ll lay over this,” he said, indicating the rolled bar, “and hold onto the handles.” His hands tugged at the sides of my panties, his grip so hard that I was sure he would tear them as he pulled them off.
His movements were hungry now, more dominant, rougher and more insistent.
“Don’t move,” he instructed. He crossed the room and picked up the whip he’d been holding earlier and something else, something that looked like a rubber ball with two strips of leather attached to it.
He returned to me.
“I’m going to gag you,” he said.
“Landon –“
He cut me off, placing the ball in my mouth. Instantly, the taste of rubber filled my mouth, and it was impossible to talk. All I could do was make a pleading sound, one that came from deep in my throat, my eyes wide.
“Shh,” he said as he finished hooking the buckle behind my head. “No protests.” He slid the whip over my stomach. “If you need to safe word, shake your head and I will stop.”
As if the thought of stopping was too much for him, he pulled back the whip and slashed it against my stomach.
I whimpered at the pain, even as my cunt flooded with desire.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now, baby,” Landon said, shucking his pants and boxers. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. “I’m going to take your last virginity, and then you’ll be mine.” His voice caught on the last part, and his eyes hooded.
I felt the girth of him in my hand, his thickness and length making my hand feel small and tiny in comparison. I wondered how I was going to take him in my ass, and my eyes filled with tears.
Landon noticed, smiling that mischievous, evil smile of his.
“You’re sexy when you cry.”And then he grabbed my hips, swung me around, and pushed me down onto the metal contraption.
My ass was immediately thrust into the air.
“Jesus, you are sexy,” Landon breathed, and then I felt the whip lash against my backside.
I whimpered and bit down onto the rubber ball in my mouth as fresh tears filled my eyes.
His hands were on my ass now, spreading my cheeks. My legs involuntarily clenched, and I reached behind me to grab his wrists, to stop him, to make him go slower.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered. “Don’t be like that. You don’t want me to have to cuff your hands down, do you?”
I closed my eyes and let go of his wrists, wondering how something so painful could cause such want and desire.
His hands still cupped my ass cheeks – he must have put the whip down. But any relief I felt at absence of the whip was short-lived. Landon’s strong hands spread my cheeks further and his thumbs dipped between my legs, running over the slit of my pussy.
“Your cunt is dripping wet. Your body will never lie to me, Aven. You want this just as much as I do.”
I whimpered, the tears now spilling over my eyes and down my cheeks. His thumbs moved my own arousal over my asshole, the puckered rose becoming wet as he slipped the pad of his thumb inside.
I groaned.
“Don’t worry, angel, you’ll like it,” he said.
Salty tears dripped down my cheeks and under the rubber ball he had in my mouth. I tasted them and my face burned with shame.
He pulled me back toward him, so that my upper body was flush against his chest.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered, kissing my cheeks. “It only turns me on more.”I moaned.
I could feel his cock behind me, pressing into my ass, right against my hole, and panic seized my throat. I reached behind me, grabbing for his hips, but he grabbed my wrists and twisted so hard it hurt.
“No,” he said, sighing. “You shouldn’t have done that, baby. Now I’m going to have to cuff you in.” He pushed me back down, forcing my wrists into the cuffs that emerged from the padded armrests. A second later, my ankles were cuffed to the bench, making it impossible to move.
“God, you look so fucking hot like that, Aven.” His thumb pushed into my ass, and then he picked up the whip, lashing me.
I gasped, crying out at the pain, which then gave way to that same warm pleasure. It spread through me slowly, like a small tremor radiating out from its epicenter.
Landon whipped me again, and his thumb pressed further into my ass, spreading me.
“Just relax,” he said. “It will be easier if you let yourself go.”
I tried to do as he said, to relax, to override my body’s instinct to resist him, even as everything inside of me screamed to submit.
He pushed into me again, and whipped me, and then he fell into a rhythm.
A lash with the whip, and then his thumb pressing into me further.
I moaned around the ball gag, wanting to beg him to stop, and at the same time wanting him to go faster and harder.
He pushed into me further, and then pulled his finger out, testing my pussy again, feeling how wet I was.
“Good girl,” he whispered, spreading more of my juices over my ass.
I knew his dick was next, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight and tried not to think about the visual of it, his hard, thick shaft pushing into me
He leaned his body over mine, that familiar heaviness covering me, the weight of him strong and comforting.
His tongue slid down my spine, leaving a searing hot trail, and I moaned.
And then his face was up by mine.
“I wish you could see your ass, angel,” he murmured into my ear. “It’s all read from the whip all ready for me to fuck you, to take your last virginity.”
My breath caught in my chest, even as my pussy pulsed.
Landon reached behind me and began to undo the ball gag. “You look so sexy gagged, angel,” he said, his voice gruff and dark. “But I want to hear you. I want to hear the whimpers, the moans of pain and pleasure as I fuck your ass.”
The gag popped out of my mouth and I gasped for air.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, hard, pressing his mouth to mine, sealing it with a kiss.
We moaned into each other’s mouths as we kissed, open-mouthed, our tongues hungry and probing, his stubble rubbing against my chin. The whole time the head of his throbbing cock was against my asshole, and not knowing when he was going to push into me was making me breathless.
Finally, he ended the kiss, pushing me back down onto the bench. My hands tightened into fists, the cuffs that bound me scraping into my skin.
“Slow or fast,” he murmured to himself.
“Landon,” I begged. “Please, be gentle with me.”
“I am not a gentle man,” he said, but his cock pressed against my ass and then he slid in just the tiniest bit. “If you think that, you’re setting yourself up for disappointment, baby.”
The tip of his cock was in my ass now, spreading me.
My breath caught and I whimpered.
“That’s it, angel, good girl, get used to it.”
He spread my cheeks with his hands. “Look at that, your ass taking my cock. It’s so snug, baby.” He pressed a little further in, and I cried out.
“Landon!”
The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before – tight and pinching and hot. My pussy was soaked, my body confused as to what it wanted.
He pushed in a tiny bit more, and hot tears slid down my face at the intrusion.
It was so violating, and yet so intimate at the same time. It was humiliating and emotional, shameful and intoxicating.
“Relax, angel,” he said. “Your ass is so tight, and your pussy is so wet.”His finger slid into my pussy, and he began to massage my insides, his finger curving so that his knuckle rubbed against my clit. The sensation was incredible, and the warmth radiating from his touch reached my ass, making his cock feel good inside of me.
I tried to push back, trying to take him f
urther.
“You want that?” he asked, his open hand slapping my ass so hard it jiggled.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Beg.”
“Fuck my ass,” I said.
Another hard, open-handed slap against my butt.
“Fuck my ass, Landon,” I said. “Please. Make me yours.”
There was a pause, a moment where everything stilled, and then his finger pulled out of my pussy and his hands grabbed my hips and then he pushed into me, taking my last virginity, the sensation painful and exhilarating and blissful all at once.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, and he began to move in and out, fucking my ass, fucking me in my most private place.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned as his hips bucked. “You’re so tight, angel, I’m not going to be able to last long.”
“I want you to come all over me,” I whispered. “I want you to blow it all over me, to pull out and cover me in it.”
I loved the thought of being covered in his cum, loved watching it shoot out of his dick and onto my skin. It made me feel marked, branded, owned.
He pushed my hips down, pinning them against the leather-covered bar he had me bent over, and his hands spread my ass further, his thumbs between my legs, spreading my pussy.
With every pump of his cock, my exposed clit brushed against the leather underneath me, sending pleasure waves through me, and I realized this was his intention. Knowing his control and his dominance was taking over, just made the sensation that much more insane.
He held me down, fucking my ass.
“Sir?” I panted.
“Yes.” The word came from deep inside of him, a guttural sound that showed just how much he was about to lose his self-control.
“I want to come,” I pleaded.
“Come, baby,” he coaxed. “Come with my dick buried right in that tight little ass.”
His words, as they had before, pushed me over the edge, and my pussy and ass clenched, my orgasm seemingly coming from deep inside of me, some part of me that hadn’t been touched before.
It was almost as if this act, him having me cuffed and bent over while he took my ass, was even more intimate than when he’d taken my virginity.