Sweet Love

by Violet Blue

  He looked down at her. “Jade, my lovely sweet girl, you make my heart beat faster when you look at me with those eyes.” Stroking her long auburn hair, he brought his hand around and cupped her chin with his fingertips. Lifting her face, he forced her to continue looking into his eyes. “Yes, you do take my breath.”

  Heart beating wildly, she whispered, “Master, what is it?” One of their rules was that she always called him master in this room, when she sat naked at his feet.

  “I’ve got an idea.” He smiled. “Something I’ve been contemplating for some time. Something I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”

  She knew that smile intimately. It was the one he used to warn her, to indicate some new choice was about to be offered.

  “Master, what’s your idea, if I might ask?”

  His eyes took on a glazed faraway look and focused somewhere past her. “I’ve wondered about how it must feel to be punished. I watch you; see your excitement and how all consuming your orgasms are.” Pulling his hand from under her chin, he rose from his chair and went to the window overlooking the garden. The black silk shirt and jeans he wore fit him snuggly, displaying his slenderness and the sleek animal build she adored. He worked hard at keeping himself fit, and it definitely showed.

  “You seem to forget everything else in the world; it’s all about the sensations you experience and your pleasure.” He turned and faced her. “Am I right?”

  “Master, Brian, it’s all about giving myself to you. You’re the one who punishes me, who gives me that pleasure—the freedom to wallow in an orgasm. And, most importantly, I trust you to watch over me, protect me—see that I don’t fall or injure myself.” She shifted, a little uncomfortably. Will he refuse me an orgasm next time? Is that what this is all about?

  “Yes, I understand,” he said, thoughtfully. He came and crouched in front of her. “What I want to understand is how the pain gives you such an orgasm—so intense, so all encompassing.”

  Jade thought about it for a moment. How to explain? She knew she had to try. “It’s not exactly the pain, Master. You never just flip me over your knee and spank me, there’s always something more to it.” She dared to look into his eyes unbidden and saw him straining to understand. “It’s like foreplay. You touch me, or you tease me in some way. Even when you’re actually punishing me, it’s never just pain. You seem to know when I’m on the verge of crying out, and just before then, you quit. Then, you slip inside me for a little while, your cock, your fingers, a toy, whichever you want, and work me into a frenzy. Then you stop, altogether, as if you’re giving me time to control myself, or to come down from the high. You never let me come with just your cock, though. You mix the pain with it.”

  He smiled and perhaps caught a glimmer of what she meant. “But when we’re in public, you seem to get off even better.”

  Her face suddenly felt as if it was on fire. “Yes, you know I’m an exhibitionist. I—I don’t know what happens, I just know it excites me like nothing else.” She thought for a moment, and then added, “I said, I trusted you to keep me safe, remember?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, that’s part of it too. I can let myself be excited, because I know you’re there. I know you’ll keep me safe.” She became lost in thought, revisiting a particularly hot session they’d had in a nearby town. Brian had taken her to an incredibly posh restaurant. He’d told her to go into the ladies’ room and insert the dildo he’d stashed in her purse. It was one of those remote-control toys, and he’d kept her on the edge of her seat all evening. She’d loved it, and so had he.

  Chuckling, Brian slipped his hand along the inside of her right thigh, bringing her back to the present with a lurch. His touch felt cool on her flesh and a shiver raced up her spine. Sliding his fingers higher, he brushed the plump folds of her sex, and drew a gasp from deep inside her. “You’re wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, just being close to you makes me wet, Master.” Easing her knees wider apart, she made herself more accessible to him and his lovely, long fingers.

  Suddenly, he thrust into her. “Not this time, my sweet.” He jammed his fingers in deep and stirred them around. Before she could react, or beg for more, he pulled them free. “This time, I want you to punish me.”

  Stunned by his quick withdrawal, and even more by his words, she gaped at him. “Master?” She wasn’t sure she’d heard him right.

  “I want to know how it feels.” He rose to his feet and while she knelt dumbfounded, began stripping out of his clothes. “I see how excited you get. I watch you sink into submission and then explode with the most amazing orgasms. I want to experience it, too, if I can.”

  Jade wondered if he was serious or trying to trap her in some weird way. Will he really let me show him? He must know this is a dream of mine. Could it be his too?

  His shirt hit the floor, and a moment later his pants landed on top of it. His socks and underpants were last on the pile. He stood in front of her, his prick swollen, but not hard, nestled in its thatch of wiry black pubic hair.

  “Jade, I want you to show me how to submit.” He dropped to his knees in front of her, spreading them to about the width of his shoulders, just like he’d taught her to do. Straightening his back, he thrust his chest out and lowered his eyes so he was looking at a spot on the floor in front of her. “I want to learn what it feels like, and I don’t trust anyone to do it but you.” He hesitated a moment, before adding, “Please.”

  She could refuse. Tell him, “No, I can’t.” He’d understand; she was sure of it. But he might never ask again. Just the thought of taking him into that excruciating, wonderful place, excited her beyond anything she’d ever imagined. Taking a deep breath, she knew she had to try. The soft humming of her sex added to her certainty.

  Her heart drummed wildly against her ribs, threatening to burst. She rose to her feet, and even though her knees trembled, she went to the chair by the door and slowly dressed: bikini panties, because he liked them, a half-cup bra, again because he liked it, and a pale blue slip dress, because he said the color went so well with her light complexion and blonde hair. All for him, she thought and smiled.

  Barefoot, she approached and stopped a foot from him. She bent and ran her hand across his shoulder and down his back. “You have to know, this is a fantasy I’ve had for years. This makes me wet. You make me wet,” she murmured, feeling a thrill at the new name she had for him. “Do you know what you’re asking, boy?”

  He stiffened under her hand. Whether it was the name or the question she didn’t know, and at that moment she didn’t much care. The transition from submissive to dominant took but a moment, albeit with a little uncertainty.

  “Yes, I think so,” he replied just as softly.

  “Bend forward. Head to the floor. Hands behind your neck.” She barked the instructions out, wanting him to really understand what he was getting himself into—wanting to push herself out of the role she usually played. If he’s going to balk, now’s the time to find out.

  He hesitated, just an instant, as if he had to make a decision. He sighed. Bending forward, he placed his hands behind his head, fingers laced. A moment later, he was in the position she requested.

  He wriggled, and that made her smile. She was sure he’d never actually been in that position before. If he’d spread his legs a little more before bending forward, it would have been easier. Of course, his ass would have been on much better display then too. He wasn’t ready for that, yet.

  “If I’d responded as you just did, what would you have done?” She ran a hand over his lower back then his bottom. His skin was warm, more so than usual.

  “I would have warmed your butt, Ma’am,” he replied, grudgingly.

  “You don’t sound too pleased.” A smile tugged at her mouth. She wondered if he’d ever been spanked. “Did you expect me to simply turn you over my knee and spank you?”

  “I’m not sure. I didn’t think too much about how you’d go about doing it, I guess, Ma’
am.” He shifted again, his knees sliding over the carpet, spreading wider, and winced from the rug burn.

  She ran the tips of her fingers along the inside of his thigh, from the crook of his knee to just below his dangling balls. Skipping across, she trailed down the other thigh, from groin to knee. His sac tightened, the skin crinkling. His cock thickened. He was nearly erect.

  “Comfy?” She traced her fingers up again, enjoying the feel of him trembling. She didn’t detour this time, but caressed him boldly, exploring the weight and girth of him. Using her free hand, she stroked each of his cheeks, priming him for what was to come.

  “Yes, kind of, thank you, Ma’am.”

  Raising the hand high above his ass, she held it up for a long drawn-out moment, waiting while he squirmed a little more before bringing it down with a resounding smack squarely in the middle of his right buttock.

  He yelped and jerked forward, his bottom clenched tight. “Ouch! Hey, what—”

  The next slap landed just as sharply on his other cheek, cutting off whatever he’d been about to say. Twice more she struck, and twice more he yelped and jerked forward. He did, however, manage to keep his fingers laced behind his neck.

  Returning her hand to his behind, she caressed the faint red handprints, admiring the growing heat, the smooth taut flesh. “You should never lie, and you should never argue or complain unless you’re in some distress. You know better, don’t you, boy?”

  He stiffened. It took him a moment, and she was sure he’d bit his lip to keep from snapping a reply. “Yes, Ma’am, I know better. I’m sorry.”

  “Are you comfortable?”

  Instantly, he replied, “No, Ma’am. My knees are sore.”

  “Thank you,” she replied levelly. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Slipping her fingers along the deep cleft separating his buttocks, she twirled the index finger around the dark, swirled pucker. Gentle pressure allowed her finger entrance; a fluttering grasp tickled the digit. Pulling free, she continued her journey downward to the bulge below. Lingering, she stroked and massaged the bump, but his testicles shifted, drawing her attention.

  Instead of taking them into her hand again, she trailed a finger around them, nudging them with her knuckles, twirling her finger into the longer hair along his inner thigh. They shifted, pulling up closer to his body, as if in search of attention.

  “Do you like it when I touch you?” It was difficult to keep her voice even and her hand from trembling, but she did her best, determined to do this right.

  “Yes, of course I do,” Brian snapped, his irritation showing. “This isn’t what I was expecting, though.”

  “Ah, I see,” she murmured, continuing to trace small circles around his genitals. His shaft lengthened, close to reaching its fully erect state. “But, it’s not up to you, is it?”

  Again, there was a pause before he answered. “No, it’s not. It’s completely up to you, isn’t it?”

  Jade chuckled and replied, “Yes, completely.” She wondered if he understood, really understood, what that meant and what was happening to him. “You expected me to what? Just spank you, tie you to the bench and beat your ass?”

  “Yes, I suppose that’s exactly what I thought.”

  Slipping her hand under him, she took firm hold of his shaft, as close to the base as she could. She didn’t masturbate him. Instead, she tightened her fist and felt the pulse. It thickened even more. She waited breathlessly for his shaft to swing upward and tap against his belly, the fingers of her other hand continuing their tormenting dance around his balls. Once satisfied he was fully erect, she said, “This is turning you on. Why?” She moved her fist along his erection, milking him in a slow deliberate pull.

  “Yes,” he replied, his voice gruff with excitement. “It’s turning me on. I don’t know why.”

  She released him and moved beside him. “But, you must know what you find exciting. Tell me.” Poised, knowing the answer eluded him. It must.

  He shifted, his head rising off the floor.

  Jade was expecting it, and quickly put her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back down. “Stay put, boy. I asked you a question,” she snarled. Under her hand, the muscles in his shoulders writhed.

  “Bitch,” he whispered.

  Chuckling, Jade knew she was on the right track. “Slide your hands between your legs, reach back and grab your ankles.” She barked her commands, wanting to shock him into complying quickly, without thinking.

  It worked. In the time it took her to straighten up, and get the Ping-Pong paddle he often used from the cabinet, he was in position, his buttocks spread, giving her a lovely view of parted cheeks and the tackle below.

  “What did you call me?” She didn’t touch him, but stood back admiring the sight, gauging his discomfort, and his excitement.

  He shifted his legs. Adjusting his hands, he tried to draw his knees closer together, but couldn’t. “Bitch, Ma’am.”

  “Yes, I thought I heard that.” The paddle felt large in her hand, exciting. “Are you horny?” Her hand was sweaty, the wooden handle slippery. She tightened her grip.

  After a thoughtful moment of silence, he replied, “Yes, very horny.”

  “Don’t release your ankles.”

  He turned his head, eyes catching her just as she swung the paddle sharply down, connecting with his right asscheek. “You will not show disrespect for me.”

  The taut skin of his knuckles flashed white against the darker flesh of his hand and ankle as his grip tightened. His head shot back, and his mouth opened in a silent cry of surprise.

  Another swat, equally hard, slammed down on his left cheek. “You will answer questions when asked.”

  Again, his head jerked back, and this time a stifled grunt reached her ears.

  “Punishment will be meted out as I wish, not to your expectations.” Another blow struck, landing on the lower half of his asscheek. The next followed a heartbeat later, not giving him time to catch his breath.

  “I will now punish you. I’ll stop when I think it’s time to stop.”

  She paced herself, knowing from experience to wait until Brian exhaled before landing a blow. Watching him breathe and shift, the tensing of muscles along his back and shoulders, and the way his erection swung between his widespread thighs, excited her enormously.

  Her lust burned brightly, growing, engulfing her as the color of his ass deepened from pink to red, then crimson. Her cunt clenched with each blow. When the round paddle struck, her breath caught. Her nipples grew taut, ached to have clamps or fingers pinching them.

  Her right arm grew tired, so she shifted to his other side and swung backhand. The blows weren’t as powerful, and she knew he’d be grateful for that. His bottom literally radiated heat. The nerve endings would be screaming.

  “Please,” he gasped, finally, suddenly. He turned to face her again, tears brightening his eyes.

  She lowered her arm and knelt behind him, dropping the paddle to the floor. “Put your head down,” she said, firmly.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” he gulped. His forehead returned to the floor.

  Reaching for him, she caressed his sore behind, working the pain in and soothing him. Bending forward, she pressed her cheek against his ass and sighed at its heat. “Now just feel.” Her hands moved from his bottom to his genitals. She wasn’t surprised to find him still swollen but not fully erect. It only took a stroke to bring him back, and another few had him gasping. Easing the skin up and down his shaft added to her excitement as well. In no time, she found herself wanting to forget the play—to bend and take him in her mouth.

  Determined to carry the game through, she smiled. It wasn’t just Brian who was learning something new.

  She toyed with him, pinching the head of his prick each time he came close to orgasm. His moans of pleasure guided her; his groans of frustration amused her. When he thrust his hips back and forth, she slapped his bottom, reminding him of who was in control. His yelp of pain made her shudder.

  A moment later,
he thrust again, and she slapped his ass. After the fifth swat, she released him and picked up the paddle. As she looked down at him, he appeared and sounded like he’d run a marathon, gasping, shuddering, his muscles clenching spasmodically.

  “Do you want something?” she asked, breathing heavily herself.

  “Yes. Please, Ma’am. I want to come.”

  “Do you want me to use the paddle?”

  “I don’t know. Dear god, Jade, what are you doing to me?”

  He peered over his shoulder at her, and she saw his lust, his need to come, and smiled down at him. “I’ve done what you asked. I punished you.”

  “Yes, but…”

  “Never mind but. I asked you a question.” Her voice was firm, surprisingly so.

  “Yes,” he said. His voice was barely loud enough to reach her. But, he’d said it and that was all she needed.

  “You may come,” she said, reaching for the paddle and lifting it high. Bringing it down, she softened the blow, and took hold of his shaft at the same time. Stroking him, stimulating the nerve endings she’d already prepared for the pleasure she hoped to give him, she masturbated him. Her fingers wandered everywhere, from the tip of his erection to the puckered opening to his anus. The paddle dropped; she used her hand—a much better tool at this stage.

  “Yes,” he growled, lunging ahead. His thighs tensed, and a stream of white shot across the floor beneath him. The next stroke sent another ribbon of come after the first. The rest oozed over her hand, drooling to the floor, testament to his pleasure. He shuddered, and thrust again, and again, while she held his prick snugly. His orgasm seemed to go on for minutes rather than seconds. Finally, his muscles lost their tenseness and he simply crouched and swayed. A moment later, he collapsed onto his belly, breathless, gasping.

  The handle of the paddle being rubbed between the slick folds of her panty-clad cunt was all it took. Her clit pulsed and her juices flowed freely along the wooden shaft. She cried out, her hand suddenly drenched as she too climaxed. The vision of him, body tensed, the red welts on his ass hot against her palm, sent another harsh shudder through her. Soaring, gliding between geysers of heat roaring through her veins, Jade wallowed in the waves of bliss. The power of control was more than she’d expected—more than she’d ever dared dream. Yet, when the gut-wrenching climax ended she longed for the aftercare of her master. The tender stroking and caresses he lavished her with.