I knew if this were another man, my only emotions in this moment would be fear and humiliation. I felt a bit of both, but I also remembered the feel of Richard’s cock inside me.
If I couldn’t have it in my pussy right now, I’d take it in my mouth. I parted my lips and licked them, touching the end of his cock with my tongue in the process.
“You saw how Rebecca was pleasuring my cock in the bedroom, didn’t you, Lauren?”
Rebecca. So that was her name. For some reason, knowing it made the fact that she’d been with Richard—and had his cock in her mouth—more real.
“Yes Master,” I said, hating the idea of another woman giving him pleasure. I wondered if she’d been here before. I wondered what else they’d done together.
“I want you to finish the job she started,” Richard said. “Do exactly as I say.”
“Yes, Sir.” My anger was instantly replaced by desire and my pussy creamed at the thought of his cock between my lips.
“Stick your tongue out as far as it will go.”
I stretched my tongue out until it ached.
“Good, I want to see it clearly as it licks every inch of my cock.”
I started at the base and traced semi-circles around his cock, moving gradually upward until I reached the tip. When I touched the top with my tongue, his cock jumped. I was happy for the reaction.
“Now, tongue my balls and suck them,” he commanded.
I tilted to the side and lowered my head to reach his testicles, but nearly fell for lack of balance with my hands shackled. Richard caught me by the shoulder and held me. I shifted my eyes up to meet his.
“Thank you, Master,” I said breathlessly, hoping to cast a spell that would erase all memory of Rebecca from his mind.
He smoothed his hand over my head as if rewarding an obedient pet.
I traced one fuzzy ball with my tongue, then the other, then I sucked the first into my mouth.
“Ohhh…” Richard groaned. “Good slave.”
After several seconds I switched to the other and sucked until Richard sucked in a quick breath and grasped the hair at the back of my head. The pain caused me to drop him from my mouth.
“Now my cock,” he said.
I ran my tongue up his cock and took the tip into my mouth, circling it then sucking lightly.
He groaned and thrust his hips forward. His cock collided with the back of my throat. I nearly gagged, but he pulled back, then thrust in again. I sucked and tongued him, wanting so badly to please my master. Wanting to pleasure him better than Rebecca.’”
He groaned and wound his fingers tightly into my hair at my scalp. My head was nearly immobile. He had me trapped as he thrust his cock against my throat over and over again.
My body quivered, fearful of being controlled so tightly. Desperate to please him. Desperate to be pleasured by him.
He thrust into my mouth again and again, until he let out several grunts in unison with his last hard thrusts. “Uh-uh-uh!”
Hot come sprayed my throat and I struggle to swallow so I wouldn’t choke on it. As he pulled out, a dribble escape my mouth. Richard caught it with his finger and smoothed it over my lips, even as his body completed its last few shudders.
“Mmm…I enjoyed that immensely,” he said as he reached behind me. I was soon relieved to be out of my handcuffs and detached from the chain.
Richard led me back into his bedroom and instructed me to lie on the bed. The room was still dark except for the glow from the adjoining master bath.
“You’re still so beautiful,” Richard said. “I’d like to get you out of my system so I can move on.”
Move on? That was the last thing I wanted him to do.
“Rich—I mean, Master… You never let me tell you how I felt… How I feel.”
“And how is that?”
“I couldn’t keep my eyes off you the first night we met. Everything you said, your mannerisms… I thought I’d stumbled in on the man of my dreams…and when I left and thought I’d never see you again… You were all I thought of, day and night…”
Richard paced away from me, then turned back toward the bed, his expression dark. Clothed, he’d seemed more mysterious. But naked like this, the power in his body was so obvious, he looked much more dangerous.
“Those were the words I wanted to hear from you when I tracked you down and invited you back to spend time with me…” He loomed over me next to the bed now. “But it’s hard to reconcile those words with the picture of you writhing in pleasure with Sven’s face in your…” He breathed out an angry breath.
I couldn’t give up. “I was so disappointed when Sven told me I was there for him. I thought you were in some other room with another woman and had pawned me off on Sven. Then he looked so disappointed that I didn’t seem happy to be his… I don’t know if I was more angry with you or just didn’t want to cause more disappointment…”
Richard shook his head as if annoyed with his own thoughts. “As ridiculous as this sounds, after the night we met, I’d thought I wanted to be the only man to ever bring you pleasure again.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he continued.
“You see, I fell into the trap of giving my heart away too soon…a trap I’d carefully avoided for years.”
“It wasn’t a mistake. I would have done anything to be with you. I’ll still do anything.”
Richard’s eyes left mine and skimmed over my naked body.
“I have much more in store for you if you want to prove yourself to me, Lauren. There might be pleasure. There will definitely be discomfort…even pain. Are you still sure you want to stay?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes,” I said.
As he captured me in his dark gaze, he stretched my left arm up toward the top left corner of the bed. “Blue eyes can be very beguiling,” he said. “Deceptively innocent.”
I knew he was talking about my blue eyes and I was sure he was still thinking of Sven. Richard wrapped a piece of cloth around my wrist and it stayed there, apparently secured with Velcro. He walked around the bed and did the same to my right arm.
Again, I was helpless, but this time my arms were stretched out, spread eagle. When he walked to the foot of the bed I wondered if he’d do the same with my ankles.
I suddenly realized my rapid breathing wasn’t because I was afraid he would, but because I wanted him to.
But he surprised me by hitting a button on the wall near the closet. Thick strands of fabric fell from the ceiling over me. Richard knelt on the bed and lifted my leg straight up in the air, binding it the way he had done with my wrist. He lifted my other leg and repeated the action.
I was shocked to be in such a strange position. My arms were incapacitated and now my legs were tied straight up while I lay on my back on Richard’s bed. He pressed another button on the wall and some sort of pulley tightened the fabric strands, pulling my legs upward until my buttocks left the bed.
He reached into a drawer and pulled some small objects out, but hid them in his hand before I could see. He reached into the closet and pulled a men’s winter scarf from it, came over and laid it across my eyes. Now I was tied in an awkward position and blind.
Was it too late to change my mind about staying?
But then I felt Richard’s hands on my breasts and all thoughts of leaving flew from my mind. He cupped them—they were certainly small enough to fit in his large hands—and then teased my nipples with his fingers.
“Ahhh…” I sighed, lulled by his gentle caress.
Something clamped onto my nipple and held there tight. “Oh…” I whimpered. “Wha—?” My other nipple felt the same sensation. Both were tightly squeezed, as if being pinched. There was some pain, but another darkly pleasuring sensation tried to break through from underneath the pain.
The next thing I knew, Richard was pushing my thighs apart. He spread my pussy lips and again I felt the clamping sensation, but this time it was on my sensitive clit.
I whimpered. Pain pricked
through me from all three locations, yet my body called out for more of something. The sensations were so confusing, I wasn’t sure what I needed anymore.
The fronts of Richard’s thighs brushed against the backs of mine. I surmised he was on his knees on the bed. The tip of his cock touched the entrance to my pussy.
“Yes…” I moaned.
“Do you want me to call Sven over to fuck you now, Lauren?”
“No!”
“What do you want then?”
“You, Master. I want you. Fuck me. Please fuck me!”
His cock pressed more fully against my entrance, as he squeezed my still-hanging legs together at the thighs. The pressure of the action caused the clamp on my clit to shoot a sharp pain through my body, just as he plunged his cock into me.
The pleasure-pain combination was a terrible shock to my system, then it was ecstasy.
Even as wet as I was, his cock seemed too big for me at first. But he pushed in further each time he thrust, stretching me to fit to him, forcing my tight pussy to take all of him.
He paused while deep inside me. “Can you feel how hard my cock is for you, Lauren? Even though you sucked me dry only a few minutes ago? That’s what you do to me.” He jammed himself into me hard.
He truly felt like my master, and I knew now that I wanted to be mastered by him, controlled and dominated, and made to feel emotions and sensations I’d never dreamed could be experienced together.
Yet, I still wanted something more.
I pulled at my arm restraints, needing to touch him, wanting to pull him on top of my body and wrap myself around him, but he didn’t give me that option. He just rocketed himself into me again and again.
My legs and back ached from the bindings stretching my lower body upward and my feet were starting to go numb. Yet, I didn’t complain because all I’d craved since I first laid eyes on Richard was his body inside mine.
Then he stopped and left me suddenly. The scarf was still over my face so I couldn’t see what was happening. I heard his office door open and close a few seconds later. Had he left me again?
But soon I heard the ripping sound of Velcro and my restraints were off my wrists. I moved the scarf from my eyes in time to see him release my ankles. My thighs were shaky from the odd position, but he grasped them and lowered them to the bed.
“Roll over onto your hands and knees,” he said.
As I did, I saw the odd, hookah-shaped invention I’d encountered the last time I was here. He pulled the “hookah” tube over and squirted a bit of lube onto my asshole. He must have had it plugged in because the lube was warm. A tingle started at my little hole and worked its way through by body.
Would he use the skinny dildo on me again? It had felt so good last time.
The rounded end of the tube pressed against my hole until it broke through. Warm goo spread slowly inside me. I couldn’t keep my ass from wiggling in pleasure. He removed the tube.
“You seemed surprised when I had Lenore give you attention there the first night, and when I taught Sven about the dildo… Has there ever been a man inside you here, Lauren?”
A shiver went through me. The anal play Richard had exposed me to thus far had been exciting, but his cock was many times larger than the dildo he’d allowed Sven to put inside me before. Was he really considering…?
“Lauren,” Richard repeated.
“No. I’ve never…um…there’s never been anyone.”
“Good. This will be all mine,” he said. He pulled me by the hips until he had me with my feet on the floor, my hands on the bed, bent over it with my ass toward him.
Chapter Four
“Richard—“
Smack!
It took me a moment to realize why he’d done that.
“Master,” I corrected. “I don’t think I’m big enough. Your cock—“
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and I felt a burst of cool air where I rarely did.
He pressed his cock against my gooey hole. When he began to break through, the muscle inside cried out in pain. I jerked forward.
Richard grasped my hips and pulled me back again. “Relax,” he said.
I tried, but the more I told the tiny hole to relax, the more it tensed. Richard reached around and placed a hand on the clamp on one breast. He opened it long enough for me to experience the relief that came from removing it, then clamped it back on.
Just as I cried out, he pushed. My body was confused by the two intense sensations in different places simultaneously. The tip of Richard’s cock slipped inside me. A pleasure shiver raced through me from ass to clit and all the way through my arms and legs.
“You like that, don’t you Lauren?” He caressed my round bottom. “This was obviously designed for sex. That’s what every man is thinking when he sees it—how he wants to sink his cock into it while your soft fleshy ass presses against his hips.”
His words were as arousing to me as his cock. I’d never seen myself as a woman men wanted that way. Maybe I wasn’t to anyone else, but Richard wanted me in every way and I wanted to please him.
“But you’re the only one who’s ever been in there,” I replied.
He pulled back a tiny bit, then pushed in farther. A new round of pain seared through me causing me to grit my teeth to keep from begging him to stop. Yet I wanted more. I wanted him to take me completely.
“More, Master,” I murmured.
He pulled the clamps from my breast and clit, then massaged my clit until the sensation came back and I began to undulate my hips.
“Mmmm…” I moaned.
He thrust his cock into me to the hilt. I cried out and tried to jerk away, then stilled myself and pressed my bottom back toward him.
“Good slave,” he said as he pulled out a bit, then thrust again.
There was no pain anymore. Just a bizarre sensation of needing him out of me and wanting him in at the same time.
He pressed his cock in and pulled it back slowly as I adjusted to having something so large in a place it wasn’t meant to be.
“I can’t control myself any longer, Lauren,” he gritted out. “I have to fuck you. I have to pound you.”
His words frightened and aroused me as his thrusts came harder and faster. As he pummeled me from behind, he pressed a finger to my clit, then began turning it in a circular motion as he’d watched me do to myself earlier.
The pleasure from my clit and the sensations from my ass suddenly crashed together and sent me spasming wildly into a full-blown orgasm that seem to come from everywhere at once.
I collapsed onto the bed.
Richard pulled out of me and rolled me over. He pulled me onto the bed along with him and held his body over mine. “I lied the last time you were here,” he said. “I want to get lost in those soft blue eyes. I want to make love to you.”
My heart squeezed. He still cared. Even after my mistake with Sven and the anger it had caused and the punishments he inflicted. Richard cared for me.
He kissed me passionately. But I was shocked when he slipped his cock into my asshole from the front and laid down fully on top of me. The act was so much more intimate this way.
“I’m not your master anymore, Lauren. But I want to make love to you like this, this time. Like no man ever has before.”
He gazed at me, his dark eyes loving and sincere, instead of mysterious or angry. My internal organs quivered with emotions I had no words for.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, Richard. Make love to me.”
He slid his palms onto mine and our fingers intertwined. Slowly, he moved himself forward and back inside me. Loving me gently in the place no other man had been before him, and I was glad it was Richard and no one else.
Finally I felt my transgressions were forgotten, that perhaps the two of us had a chance to find out what more we could give each other than carnal pleasure. But for now…
He leaned down and covered my lips with his, teasing them with his tongue
until I opened them wide for him and let him press his tongue into me as he pushed his cock even further into my ass.
“Ah, Lauren, I wish I could keep you captive forever,” he said.
His words filled me with all kinds of emotions, sensations—lust, fulfillment, love, pleasure. All pain was gone from my body, yet I had a feeling I might want it back sometime again in the future. But only with Richard.
“Maybe you can, Richard,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his back, then running my hands downward to capture his buttocks in them. I squeezed with all my might and he thrust once more inside me.
He started to kiss me again, but I felt him shudder and his mouth groaned into mine as I shared his climax with him.
~
Finally spent, we lay there together in silence so long exhaustion overtook me. I dozed for a moment, then awoke, realizing I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to stay all night.
I turned slightly to see Richard, but he was gone. Perhaps I’d slept harder than I’d thought. I sat up and realized dawn was breaking. Was Richard’s absence a hint that I should get my clothes and leave?
My ears tuned into the “white noise” they’d been hearing in another room. It was the shower water. I remembered that last time, when I’d been in the shower and Richard had come in. Could I go to him? Or should I just go?
I gathered my courage and stepped quietly into the bathroom. When I saw Richard through the glass shower walls, my heart leapt. His eyes were closed as he rinsed shampoo out of his hair…but he was smiling broadly, something he hadn’t done for me, this visit or the last.
Was there a chance that smile was because of me?
When I opened the shower door, I noticed he didn’t have the “rain shower” coming down from the ceiling this time, but was using one of the regular shower heads.
“May I come in?” I asked timidly.
He opened his eyes and gazed at me warmly. “Please do.”
I turned on the other shower head and stood under it, letting the hot water wash through my hair and down my back, streaming over the secret place he had been inside of, just a short time before.
Richard walked over to the shower door. Was he leaving?
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