by Celia Aaron
“One more, little slut. Do you want it? Tell me you want it.”
God help me, I did. The pain and pleasure mixed until I didn’t know where one ended and the other began. I moaned around his thick cock.
The final slap cracked against my ass and then both his hands were on my hips, pulling me back toward him. His hot mouth hit my sensitive flesh and I spread my legs wider, giving him access to all of it. His tongue snaked from my opening to my clit as I bobbed on his cock even more feverishly. The thought of him coming in my mouth made me grind against him. I was rough. He was rougher, now shoving his cock deeper into my mouth as I took each vicious plunge to the back of my throat.
The sounds we were making – grunts, moans, wet, and slippery – had never filled this room before. I didn’t care, I just never wanted him to stop licking me, to never stop fucking me with his tongue.
When he seized on my clit with a vengeance, he sent me rocketing away toward my orgasm. He sucked so hard that I thought my pussy was going to go numb, but then I exploded, my release rocking over me in wave, causing me to take his cock in even deeper strokes.
I let my hips go, pushing him down into the bed with my need to get every last ounce of contact. He groaned into me, and I felt his shaft growing in my mouth. Then the salty heat spilled from him into me. He stiffened and groaned. Cum coated my tongue and dribbled out my mouth even as I tried to swallow it down. His hands dug into my hips, hanging onto me as I drowned in his scorching spend. His cock pulsed once more and then stopped.
He went lax beneath me before giving my pussy one more full lick from clit to entrance.
I rolled off him and took in huge gulps of air. His cum trailed down the sides of my mouth, my chin. I didn’t care. I had the insane urge to rub it in, to mark myself with him somehow.
We lay there for a few minutes, breathing, recovering. He put a hand on my thigh and just let it rest there. Ownership.
Shit, what have I gotten myself into?
He sat up and swung his legs off the bed before stretching. “I’m going to make breakfast. Eggs and pancakes. Downstairs in five minutes, Sadie.”
He looked at me over his shoulder, a devilish glint in his eye. “If you’re late, I’m going to get my belt and then we’ll really have some fun.”
I felt like I’d somehow been catapulted into an alternate reality.
“You make breakfast?” I said to his retreating back and perfect ass.
“What do you think I am, some sort of anti-breakfast Sadist? Five minutes started ten seconds ago, Sadie. I’m counting.” He disappeared into his room.
CHAPTER SIX
Gray Elliot
I fucked her again that day, and then ate her pussy like it was my higher calling that night. I was already addicted. I was obsessed before, now I was fucking devoted to making her come and disciplining her when she got out of line.
The next day, after my breakfast in bed, I had to go to the university and get some work done. I toyed with the idea of tying her up while I was gone, but she was sated and already back in bed before I’d gotten dressed. I’d decided to leave her free, telling her that if she wasn’t waiting for me by the door, naked and on her knees at 4 p.m. when I arrived home, then I would cane her. Her eyes had opened wide with the threat.
I smiled just remembering her frightened face. I marked my papers, giving better grades than usual. I was in a better mood than usual. I was fucking ecstatic about my plans for the evening. I smiled even bigger.
“Everything okay, man?” My mentor professor strode into my cramped office. Papers and books were stacked everywhere, piled high in the corners and blotting out what little light the small window offered.
“Yeah, why?”
“I’ve never seen you smile like that. Ever.” He raised a gray eyebrow.
“Oh, I’m just having a good week is all. Nothing to worry about.”
He clapped me on the back. “Well, whatever you’re doing, keep it up. Looks good on you.”
I rubbed my face, thinking back to how Sadie parked her pussy over it this morning, how I licked up every bit of her honey. “Thanks, I will.”
He left. I checked my watch. It was time for me to go. I put all my graded papers into my outbox so my secretary could file them. Then I left and drove to a residential neighborhood near the campus. Sadie’s house key was in my pocket. I’d stolen it from her as she slept and gotten her address from her mother’s address book.
Sadie lived in a small cottage, nothing ostentatious, but certainly better than the college housing most undergrads enjoyed. I didn’t look around before clicking the lock over and entering. I peeped through the blinds next to the door to make sure no one was watching. The coast was clear.
The house smelled faintly of vanilla and was done in light hues of pale blue and green. Sadie kept her things neat, her couch and chairs fluffed and clean, a throw blanket draped here and there. I wasn’t interested in her decorating skills.
I walked down the hall toward the bedrooms. The largest one was clearly hers, photos of her and her mother lined up along her dresser and images of horses and landscapes along the walls. I bypassed her chest of drawers and flipped on her closet light.
I smiled. I’d already found what I was looking for. I picked up an empty backpack from the closet floor and stuffed the items inside. When I was done at her house, I dropped by the local hardware store and had a copy of her key made.
The drive back to the Lorenz house went smoothly. I hummed with energy, needing to fuck her again. My cock jumped to stiff attention when I imagined her sitting next to the front door in complete obedience.
We only had a few more days in the house together. A few more days to play this particular game. But when the time was up, it wouldn’t be over. She was mine. I didn’t intend to tell her mother about her stripping. I never would have. After this week, I wouldn’t have to use that threat anymore. Instead, she would come back to me willingly. I would train her so she needed the sensations only I could give her.
I pulled into the sweeping drive and killed the engine. Grabbing the backpack of supplies, I hustled up the steps and unlocked the front door.
I swung it open, expecting to find Sadie waiting as instructed. She wasn’t there. I would cane her for this. Good.
Her car was in the drive and the house had that feeling – the one where you knew someone was inside, living, breathing. She was here.
I closed the door quietly behind me before I turned the deadbolt. I took the stairs to my room two at a time and entered my closet. I ran my fingers along the assorted canes and whips I kept in a carryon garment bag. I chose a thicker cane and drew it out slowly. My cock twitched at the thought of using it on Sadie’s bare ass.
I searched the upstairs rooms and didn’t find her. I took the stairs back down and went to the master bedroom. The scent of lavender was on the air and I heard a low hum of jets. She was in the bath.
I put my fingertips on the bathroom door and pushed slowly. She’d fallen asleep in the warm water, her head lolling to the side, barely above the water. I would punish her for this, for putting herself in danger.
Her breasts kissed the surface of the water, though I couldn’t see her nipples for the bubbles. It didn’t matter, they’d be in my mouth soon enough.
The bathroom was done in creams and golds, with a large, clear picture window over the tub. A well kept rose garden was right outside, providing beauty but little in the way of concealment.
I lifted the cane and brought it down into my open palm, sending a crack of sound echoing through the sumptuous bathroom. Her eyes flew open, the fog of sleep leaving them in an instant.
“Oh, shit.” Her words were a squeak as she cringed away from me, making swirls and eddies in the water.
“It’s after 4 p.m., Sadie. I gave you explicit instructions on where you were to be at 4 p.m., didn’t I?”
The fear in her eyes went straight to my cock, making it strain toward her.
She shook her head.
“I just fell asleep. I was taking a—”
I held up my hand, palm toward her. When she focused on the red line left by the cane, words failed her.
“Out of the tub, Sadie. Now.”
She pushed away from me, her ass making squeaks against the tub surface.
I advanced on her and grabbed her wet hair.
“No!” she cried and tried to clutch my wrist.
I tucked the cane under my other arm and gripped her elbow. In one smooth movement I lifted her from the water and guided her to the edge of the tub. She stepped out, suds running down her fuckable body and puddling on the marble floor.
Her eyes were glued to the cane.
She reached for her towel.
“No, Sadie. I want you wet for this. Go in the living room and kneel in front of the sofa.”
She took off, her plump as swaying as she rushed through her mother’ bedroom and into the living room. She knelt in front of the sofa as I stalked after her.
“On your knees, elbows on the sofa, Sadie.”
She did as I said, her knees resting on the edge of the white sheepskin rug and her elbows on the graphite sofa. Her wet, creamy skin needed some red, needed the blood rushing through it.
My control over her sent a jolt of desire coursing through me. It was innate, my need to bend her to my will. When I saw her wet pussy gleaming in the late afternoon light, my need to bend her over and fuck her almost overcame the need to punish her.
“Fuck, Sadie.” I ran my hand along her taut ass, feeling her smooth skin before venturing lower and letting my fingers play with her wet folds. I sank a finger in and she sighed, a sound so deep and throaty that I wanted to bottle it.
First things first. I removed my finger and licked it clean before backing away from her.
“You know you brought this on yourself.”
A shudder went through her at my words. “Yes.” Barely a whisper.
“How many strikes would you say you deserve for your disobedience?”
She looked at me over her shoulder. Of course, I already knew how many there would be. But I liked to play with my food first.
“One?”
I slid the cane back and forth over my palm like it was a bow and my hand the violin. “Try again.”
“Two?”
I tsked. “Four o’clock, Sadie. Four hits with the cane.”
She dropped her head. “Please no, Gray.” It was a quiet plea. One she shouldn’t have made.
I stilled. “What did you say?”
Her head popped up again. “Nothing.” Her wide blue eyes were already pleading.
“What was our agreement, Sadie? That ‘yes’ was the only word you knew. Do you remember promising me that in exchange for me not telling your mother about you?”
“Yes.” She nibbled at her lower lip in what I recognized as one of her tells of distress.
“Now it’s five with the cane for you telling me no.”
She gasped and bit her lip harder.
“But if you take them without a fuss, I’ll reward you.”
“Reward me?”
“Yes.”
I took half a step back to get the perfect angle and struck without warning. She jerked against the pain. Her cry ate up the space between us, keeping my erection at the Defcon one level of alert.
“Count for me, Sadie.”
“One.”
“Good.” I let the cane fly again, drawing another line of red along her beautiful ass.
“Two!” The count came on her scream.
She adjusted her knees and gripped her hands in front of her on the sofa.
“Look at me, Sadie.” She turned her head and watched me over her shoulder. Her gaze was at once accusatory and aroused. “I know you want it.”
I hit her again, loving the delectable bloom of pink as her capillaries burst from my pressure.
“Three.” She closed her eyes hard and then opened them, staring me down. Tears welled there, but didn’t overflow.
“Two more, Sadie, for your disobedience.” I struck her again, a little lighter this time.
“Four.” Her voice, low and quiet.
“You’re being a good girl, Sadie. One more and then I’ll reward you. But this time, I want you to ask me for it. Ask me to hit you. Tell me you want it.” I was a dick to make her do it. I loved every second of it.
She tilted her chin up the slightest bit and arched her back even more. Cheeky bitch. “I want it.”
I put more wrist into the last strike, giving her even more of a vicious burn. Her scream was muffled as she buried her face in the cushion. My cock demanded to be inside her right then. But I’d promised her a reward. She would have it.
I dropped the cane and smoothed my hands along her hips, pulling her back and up. I lifted her into my arms and carried her up the stairs. She was a ragdoll, but there were no tears. A light sheen of sweat coated her and I knew her ass stung.
I took her to my room and sat her on my bed before going and running a hot bath. I stripped quickly, ignoring my demanding shaft. Reward first.
When I went back to get her from the bed, her eyes landed on my erection and her lips parted. I could see the vein along her delicate neck pumping harder. I claimed her in my arms again and took her to the bath before settling us both into the water, her back to my chest.
I hit the jets and let the rumble and the water soothe the ache from her backside. She tried to lean forward, away from me. I wouldn’t let her. I circled her chest right below her tits with my forearm and pulled her back. She gave up and rested against me. My cock was still hard, lying against her lower back.
“Why?”
I barely heard her voice over the whir of the jets. I took the luxury bar of soap and began lathering my hands.
“Why what, Sadie?”
“Why did it have to be you? My stepbrother.”
I shrugged. “Just lucky, I guess?”
She snorted and then stilled.
“You can laugh, Sadie. It isn’t against the rules. Most things aren’t. But when I tell you to do something and you disobey, I have to punish you.” I smoothed the soap along her tits, loving the way her nipples came to attention for me.
She lay her head back against me and I dropped my lips to her shoulder, the salt from her sweat on the tip of my tongue. I slowly dropped soft kisses all along her shoulders, taking my time. She made an mmm sound and moved her legs beneath the water.
“How can you be like that and then like this? How can you spank me, cane me, and then make me breakfast?” Her voice was breathier now. I smoothed my hands down her front, under the water to her stomach. She trembled at the touch. “How can you make me want –”
She stopped abruptly.
“Want what, Sadie? What do you want? I’ll give it to you. Name it. It’s yours.” I let my hands wander lower, and lower still until my fingertips caressed her mons. I licked up her neck and sucked on the frantic vein that pulsed there.
She craned her head back and looked at me with half lidded eyes. “You. You make me want you.”
I took her lips, kissing her fully and freely. She turned in the water, pressing her tits against me. They were still soapy and slid along my hard chest. The sensation was maddening, making my cock pulse. I didn’t realize the fire inside me could burn any higher, but when she clung to me like I was her salvation, I went up in a roar of flames.
I pulled her closer and spread her legs over me. I had to have her. Now. What I had planned for this evening would have to wait for tomorrow night.
When her pussy rubbed against the head of my swollen cock, I bucked up against her.
I gripped her tight to me and forced her down onto my shaft, never breaking our kiss. Our tongues warred as my cock slid into her. Her hands were in my hair, clutching as I impaled her slowly. My control was hanging by a thread. When she began rocking her hips, rubbing her clit in small movements against me, I met her stroke for stroke.
She moaned into my mouth as I matched he
r rhythm. I let her set the pace. This was her reward.
She increased her speed, now moving up and down on my shaft as her tits rubbed against me. She broke our kiss and threw her head back, panting into the steamy air. The water sloshed around us, slapping into the sides of the tub and splashing to the floor.
I wanted her tits in my mouth but I had to let her have the angle that pleased her most. I was already to the point of shattering and filling her, but I wanted her screaming first. I slipped my hand down to her ass, rubbing the sore lines the cane had left.
Just touching the red stripes made her hips buck erratically.
“You like the pain, don’t you, Sadie?”
Her hands clenched in my hair as I reached between her cheeks and ran my fingertip around her tight asshole.
“Yes,” she said on a labored breath.
“But only when I give it to you?”
She slammed down hard onto my cock and then back up. “Yes.”
I slipped the tip of my index finger into her tight asshole.
“You’re mine Sadie. No one else gets to please you. No one else gets to hurt you. If anyone so much as touches you and you don’t like it, you tell me. I’ll deal with it. I don’t share. Understand?”
“Oh, god yes.” Her hips settled onto my cock and began working back and forth, rubbing her clit against me. Her walls were tightening, squeezing my cock until the point of a pleasurable pain.
I moved my finger in and out of her ass in the same rhythm she set.
“I’m going to …” Her cry filled the bathroom as her pussy and asshole clenched me tight.
My release was like a rocket, shooting up and exploding inside her. Our cries mingled and echoed back to us from the tile and stone.
She slowed and collapsed onto my chest. Her panting breaths tickled my shoulder. I eased my finger out of her ass and rubbed her cheeks again. I released my grip around her back and smoothed a hand down her hair. My cock was still blissfully embedded inside her.