Innocence Tempted (Generational Sins Series)

by Samantha Blair

  As I packed up my childhood things that would accompany me to college and decided on those that would stay behind, I reflected on how much I had grown in just one summer. High school and the petty nature of the small town where I had grown up already felt distant, as if I’d been out of school for years rather than months.

  I knew that the world was a big place and that there were other men—Dominant men—out there. I didn’t like discussing it, but Cody had been gently warming me to the idea of finding a new master after I left. In his typical protective fashion he made me promise to tell him about any new developments. When I asked him if he would tell me about his new submissives, though, he gave me a look that clearly said “Don’t push your luck.” I didn’t push.

  We had only two more sessions planned together before I would leave, and I approached them with great openness. I wanted to be like a sponge absorbing as much from him as I could before he’d leave me on my own. I didn’t have much room with Cody to make demands, but he did allow me to make requests when there was something that I wanted to try. He denied me frequently, saying that I needed to leave myself some room for future exploration, but occasionally he would let me have my way.

  I walked into his house that night full of anticipation. He had promised me that we could try a few of the things that were still unexplored on my list, and while I was excited about some of them, some were still a little scary.

  He let me in and immediately went to work. I preferred it this way. We would have plenty of time to talk when we were done. I wanted to play.

  I knelt naked at his feet, the now familiar ache in my legs keeping me grounded while he stripped off his shirt and moved to stand above me. He put his hands in my hair, tipping my head back and giving me an eyeful of his chiseled abs.

  “Take my belt off,” he commanded.

  My hands felt heavy as I lifted them to do as I was told. I pulled the belt free of the buckle, tracing my fingers over the wild mustang pictured there, and then attempted to pull the belt free of the belt loops. It was harder than it sounded. I fumbled with it for a while before I was able to get it free. He waited patiently, his boots planted firmly on the floor, his hands never ceasing their gentle caress at the back of my neck.

  “Good girl,” he murmured when I’d finally gotten it free. “Offer it to me.”

  I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but in an effort to please him, I sat back on my heels and laid the belt flat across my palms. I lifted my hands up to him in a clear gesture that he should take it from me.

  He accepted it without a word and then smacked it against his leg. The sharp smacking noise startled me, but I knew that he’d done it as a foreshadowing for what was coming. It wouldn’t be just the noise for long; I would feel the sting of it in a few minutes.

  “Lean forward on your hands, tits on the ground,” he said.

  I obeyed, leaning forward so that my ass was in the air and everything from my chest up was pressed to the floor. I dug my fingers into the carpet, already anticipating the pain.

  He didn’t make me wait. The first one struck me on the left side, and it stung. I couldn’t help it. I let out a yelp and rocked forward, pressing myself into the floor. I closed my eyes and waited for the next one. He alternated, hitting me on the other side, giving me a few seconds to recover, and then striking me again.

  It hurt as badly as any of the floggers that he’d used before, and the noise was just as vicious. There had been no warm-up this time; he just tossed me right into it. He hadn’t told me, before he started, how many he’d give me, and while I was grateful that I didn’t have to count, all I could focus on was wondering when he would stop. How many would there be?

  It wasn’t long before the sting intensified. He wasn’t holding back this time—wasn’t teaching—he was giving me a full set at full strength. I’m not sure how long I held out, but it didn’t feel very long. The pain overwhelmed me, and the tears poured out of my eyes uninvited.

  He stopped when I broke down in sobs. It was quiet for a moment as he set down his belt, and the sound of my crying rang enormously loud in my ears. I wanted to pull myself together and put up a strong front, but I couldn’t. I closed my eyes and pressed my cheek to the already damp carpet.

  “That’s right, let it out,” he whispered as he came up behind me. He lay down beside me, pulling me into his arms, spooning behind me as I curled into a fetal position. He held me while I cried, but to my surprise it only lasted a few minutes. The physical pain faded quickly, and the tears dried up too.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.” I wasn’t quite ready to talk yet, but I knew that I was fine. He was right. Years of repressed emotions had caused a mess the first time we’d gone through this, but it had only been a few short weeks since my last cry and it was easier this time—a lot easier.

  He held me, gently caressing my skin with his fingertips. It didn’t take long for the heat on my backside to transfer into a different kind of ache. Everywhere he touched me, my skin became inflamed with desire.

  “Ready to move on?” he asked.

  I nodded my head yes. He didn’t normally let me get away with that, but the sensations were too overwhelming, and I didn’t want to talk.

  He seemed to understand. He rolled me onto my stomach, this time with my whole front pressed to the carpet. He knelt between my legs, forcing me to spread my knees and expose myself to him. His large hands moved over the skin at my thighs, barely touching me, and then he cupped my sore ass. He produced a small bottle of lubricant, and the cool liquid felt like heaven as he worked it into my overheated skin.

  “Do you remember what else was on your list?” he asked. “Something we haven’t tried.”

  I groaned. I remembered all too well. There were a lot of things left on that list, but the way that he was moving his fingers over my ass left me little doubt as to what he wanted.

  He squirted more of the cool lubricant onto his fingers. “Relax for me, sweetheart. I’m not going to go very far, I just want to give you a taste.”

  Of course, because he told me to relax, my first instinct was to tense up. He held me firmly with one hand, keeping me from closing my legs. He worked the lubricant over my skin with the pad of his thumb, and I pressed my face into my arms. I wasn’t sure if I should be aroused or humiliated. Vulnerable might have been the best word.

  My reluctance didn’t seem to deter him at all. He worked efficiently, pressing just the tip of his finger into my tight hole. I repeatedly ignored his commands to keep breathing. I had never wanted to hold my breath so badly. Screw what the Internet said about anal sex being enjoyable, this fucking hurt.

  I squirmed under him trying to shake him free.

  “Easy baby, don’t move. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

  Definitely easier said than done. “I can’t,” I panted.

  “You can. Who determines how much you can take?”

  I was too overwhelmed with sensation to argue. “You do, Sir.”

  “That’s right, and you’re not done yet.”

  He worked his finger in and out several times and the pain gradually receded. The feeling still was not a pleasant one, but it was an idea that I could adapt to—maybe. Just as I was getting used to it, he pushed me further, using two fingers and stretching me in a new way. I moaned into the carpet and tried to be still.

  “Such a good girl,” he encouraged.

  I wasn’t so sure.

  Before I could process what had happened, he removed his fingers from my ass and sunk his cock into my pussy. I cried out at the entirely new and different sensation.

  He fucked me hard and fast. I completely surrendered, letting him have me because I was too overwhelmed to do anything else. The minutes floated by in a weightless sea of pleasure. He was all I could feel, all I could think about.

  I flushed with pleasure as he emptied himself inside of me and then cleaned me up with a warm, wet cloth. I curled up in his arms on the couch, safe a
nd content.

  “Wake up, sleepyhead,” he whispered, his lips pressing against my forehead.

  “I don’t wanna,” I protested. Had I really fallen asleep?

  “I know, but I don’t want your dad to shoot me either.”

  “Right,” I agreed reluctantly as the world re-formed around me. He was so warm.

  I stretched and climbed off of his lap, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and stretching muscles that didn’t feel rested. “What time is it?”

  “Almost eleven.”

  “Yeah, I need to go.”

  “How do you feel?”

  I considered that for a moment. Other than feeling tired, I wasn’t sure. “Good,” I finally decided. “I feel good.”

  “Not too sore?”

  I ran my hands over my naked ass. It was tender when I put pressure on it, but otherwise I was fine. “No.”

  “Do you want me to drive you home?”

  “No, I can do it. I’ll be okay.”

  As I drove home in my truck it occurred to me that I hadn’t even had an orgasm during this encounter, but I didn’t miss it. I felt wonderfully cared for and thoroughly used.

  Cody

  I was both dreading and looking forward to this evening. Katlyn would be leaving for Harvard in the morning, and I had one last night to impart any last words of wisdom, wish her well, and most importantly, enjoy her amazing body.

  She’d been quite a submissive. It was always hard to let one go, but she was off to bigger and better things than what this town had to offer, and I was happy for her.

  As usual, I heard her truck when she was still halfway down the road, so I met her on the front porch.

  “Good evening, Sir,” she said with a smile as she came up to me.

  “Hey. How are you?”

  “I’m good.”

  “You all ready for the big day tomorrow?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I’m kind of nervous but excited at the same time, you know? I’ve already read most of my

  textbooks the whole way though, but I can’t help feeling underprepared.”

  I held the door open for her and she stepped into the kitchen. “You’re going to do great, almost-Dr.-Lake, but for tonight, I’m going to do my best to take your mind off of it.”

  “Yeah?” she asked, stepping into my arms and smiling.

  “Yep. When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember your own name, let alone all that textbook stuff.”

  I pressed my lips to her neck as she laughed in my arms. She was sweet and sunny. I really hoped that she would find herself a man that respected her… and was man enough to handle her.

  I undressed her slowly there in the kitchen. I worshiped every inch of her skin as I found it. “What do you want, Katlyn?” I asked against the side of her breast. “What do you want me to do to you?”

  “I don’t know,” she confessed. “Just don’t stop.”

  I lifted her in my arms, and she wrapped her gloriously naked legs around my waist. She was soft and smooth, like silk. Leaving her on the couch in the living room, I went back to my bedroom.

  I collected a couple of things from my closet before returning to her. I sat beside her on the couch and turned her so that my front was to her back.

  “I’m going to remove some of the excess sensory input so that you can really feel this,” I instructed. I produced a black blindfold. “Close your eyes.”

  She did as I commanded, and I tied the blindfold around her.

  “Kneel up on the couch, over the arm, put your hands on the floor over the side.”

  As she scrambled awkwardly in the dark, I unbuckled my belt and pulled it free of the loops on my jeans. I set it on the couch by her feet and stripped off my shirt.

  I had ordered one of the vibrators that we’d seen at the play party a couple of weeks ago. I’d wanted to show my support to Susan and Gage so I’d called the number on the catalog the next day and ordered a present for Katlyn. It was a medium-sized blue plastic dildo with three vibrating speeds. I’d taken it out of the package and put batteries in it last night when it had come in the mail. I thought it would make a pretty good going away present.

  I turned it on low and put it close enough to her ear so that she would hear it coming. When she realized what it was, she unconsciously spread her legs in anticipation and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

  I ran the gently buzzing toy up the inside of her thigh, and over the soft folds of her pussy. She squirmed, and I put one hand on her hip to hold her still.

  “Take this nice and deep for me, sweetheart,” I said as I pushed the tip of the toy into her wet slit. “Push back on it.” She did as I asked, fucking the toy slowly, taking it inch by inch.

  “Mmmmm that is lovely. But it’s going to be even prettier in a minute.”

  I stepped back a little, just taking in the sight of her draped over my couch with her ass raised and the end of the toy just barely visible from this angle. So fucking beautiful.

  I picked up my leather belt and snapped it. I’d just used it on her in our pervious session, but I wasn’t sure that she would recognize the sound for what it was. It could be surprisingly hard to tell whipping instruments apart when blindfolded. She gave no sign either way.

  I brought the belt down sharply on the curve of her ass. She yelped in surprise, but obediently held still. I smirked to myself.

  I struck her on the other side, but she was better prepared this time. She absorbed the blow with a quiet exhale. I gave her an easy set of ten, alternating sides and the amount of pressure until her ass and thighs had a nice red flush.

  I knelt behind her on the couch, running my hands over her heated thighs. She whimpered softly. I fucked her slowly with the vibrator a few more times before removing it and setting it aside. An expression crossed her face, like she wanted to protest the loss of the toy, but she kept quiet.

  “Give me your wrists, Katlyn.”

  She lifted her wrists and put them behind her back. I bound her hands together quickly with a length of paracord. I had a feeling she was about to get squirmy.

  I resituated her so that I was sitting and she was partially draped across my lap. Her legs were spread wide with one of my own between them. With her hands bound, and my arm draped over her lower back, she had a very limited range of movement.

  I picked up the vibrator again and turned it to the medium setting. I teased her with it for a while, enjoying the way she squirmed and moaned, trying to find more friction. When I knew that she was approaching orgasm, I tossed it aside and brought my hand down hard on her still-pink ass cheek.

  She jumped in surprise, but settled quickly. I spanked her again, a little closer to her dripping cunt.

  “Please, Sir,” she sobbed.

  “What do you want, Katlyn?” I asked. I pressed two fingers into her hot pussy, fucking her slowly with them.

  “Please let me cum,” she begged.

  I drew my hand back and smacked her about half-force right on her pussy. She cried out again, such a fucking beautiful sound.

  “More?” I asked. I already knew the answer, but I really wanted to hear her say it.

  She shifted slightly, her leg coming in contact with my aching erection, and I had to fight the urge to moan. I wanted to see if I could make her orgasm just by spanking her, but if I had to wait much longer, I would never know.

  “Yes, more, Sir. Please.”

  “Ask me properly, Katlyn.” I trailed my fingertips teasingly through her wet folds.

  “Please spank my pussy, Sir.”

  “Mmm that’s my good girl.”

  I tapped her five or six times quickly in a row, just hard enough to give a little sting. She squirmed as much as the restricting position would allow and then fell apart on my lap as the orgasm overtook her.

  Fuck she was amazing like that.

  “Roll over, Katlyn. I want to fuck you.”

  She whimpered gently and then awkwardly did as I asked. Watching her struggle between the bound wr
ists and blindfold was immensely arousing. She looked so vulnerable. I stripped off my jeans as she rolled around on the couch, trying to find an appropriate position. I let her struggle for a little while before simply putting her where I wanted her.

  With her feet on my shoulders, I was able to palm her abused ass cheeks. She cried out softly at my rough treatment, but her body was practically begging for more.

  I fucked her hard and fast, loving the way her breasts bounced freely and her head tipped back. Her body was flushed from exertion and a fine sheen of sweat covered her neck and breasts. I wanted it to last, but there was no way I could hold back when she looked like that. When she came again, I came with her, and we lay in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs.