by Sky Corgan
His thrusting was slow at first, warming me up for what was to come. I watched him move in the mirror, admiring the way his muscles flexed, staring at his perfect little ass as he pistoned into me. It wasn't long before the bed was creaking beneath us, threatening to give out under the weight of our rough play.
Damien took a break to put me on all fours. He forced my legs together and straddled them, fighting to squeeze back inside from the compressed position. I bit my bottom lip, savoring the pain of him drilling into me, the wetness of my inner channel providing the only relief. When Damien was all the way in, he gave my ass a slap, sending a shock wave straight to my clit. Then he grabbed me by the hips and fucked me so hard that the headboard cracked against the wall with each thrust.
By the time he finally changed positions again, my cunt was all kinds of sore. I panted as I was rolled onto my back and had both my legs hoisted over his shoulders. Sweat had beaded on Damien's brow and chest, and his breathing was almost raspy, but that didn't stop him.
I hissed lightly when he entered me again, wondering how much more my pussy could take before he broke it completely. Damien pressed all the way inside, leaning over me so that my face was only inches away from my ankles. Then he pounded down into me, making it feel like his manhood was stirring my insides. Despite the pain of it, the lusty look in his eyes made my cunt throb for more. He'd pause occasionally to rotate his hips, feeling every centimeter of space my body had to offer.
When he finally dropped my legs and thrust for the home stretch, I felt like there wasn't an inch of me that hadn't felt the wrath of his cock—and what sweet wrath it was. I wrapped my arms around Damien as he dialed up to ejaculation speed. To my surprise, he didn't pull back when he came. Instead, he pressed forward, digging his pubic bone so hard into my clit that it made me come again. My mind went blank as he filled me with his seed, though I wasn't sure if it was from the earth-shattering orgasm or the surrealism of the moment. He had purposely come inside of me, and I absolutely loved it.
“Fuck yes,” I moaned, holding him desperately against me, not wanting a drop to spill out.
By the time our bodies had expended themselves, we were both breathless. Damien laid on top of me, panting louder than ever. I clutched the back of his neck, feeling the sweat from his effort, never wanting to let him go.
How romantic it would be if he fell asleep inside of me, I thought. But also, how dangerous.
Damien ground his hips between my legs one final time before pulling out. I spread my legs, feeling the cool air touch my overheated parts. The thought of having his semen deep in my womb filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction, though also a bit of fear, despite the fact I was on birth control.
Damien kissed me tenderly on the lips, then descended between my legs. When his tongue lapped across my swollen slit, I blushed. He was drinking his own come.
I wasn't sure if I found that outrageously sexy or somewhat disturbing. All I knew was that his mouth felt amazing on my abused parts. His tongue and lips were gentle, caressing my folds and sucking them clean. When he moved to tease my clit again, I squirmed a little. My body was extra sensitive, but apparently not too sensitive for another orgasm. It took a bit longer to push me towards my breaking point this time, but Damien was persistent, and I was groaning out the last of my pleasure before I knew it, seeing stars as if nothing else existed.
When Damien finally climbed back up to my side and pulled me into his arms, I sighed contently.
“That was amazing,” I whispered, running my fingernails over his chest, thinking about how I was happy he had kept up with shaving.
“I liked it too,” he said.
“That was like . . . the best sex ever.”
He laughed softly.
“I definitely won't be walking right tomorrow.”
“I aim to please.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“You succeeded.”
“Good.”
The rest of the night couldn't have been anymore perfect. We took a shower together, and there were no stern rules surrounding it. I bathed Damien lovingly, and he bathed me. There was a strange satisfaction in feeling what was left of his semen drain from my body. My mind raced to the future, a future where we were married, and I was carrying his unborn child. It was too far ahead for me to worry about now, but I hoped that someday it would be a reality.
When we were done with our shower, we huddled down to watch television together, curling up on the sectional sofa. Damien was ever attentive to my needs. He made me dinner and then did the dishes, and I didn't even have to lift a finger.
“Weren't you supposed to punish me?” I asked, half joking, amazed at how the night had actually turned out.
“I thought you didn't want to do the BDSM thing tonight,” he said.
“I don't. I just remember you saying that you had some big punishment for me. I was just curious what it was, and if I should be scared for tomorrow.”
“I think you've punished yourself enough as it is. Besides, that sex was so good, it made up for anything bad you could have done,” he replied, kissing me gently on the lips.
“The sex was really good,” I agreed. “So tomorrow, we go back to normal, right?”
“If that's what you want.”
“Mmm. I'm really starting to like this 'if that's what you want' mentality you've got going on.”
“Don't count on it lasting.” He smirked.
“Oh, I won't. You're too stubborn and set in your ways.”
We were silent for a few minutes before he spoke again, “So, I guess this means you're not turning in your training collar.”
“No,” I said thoughtfully. “I think I'll hang onto it for a while longer.”
“Good, because I have so much more to teach you.”
THE VISIT
For a while, everything was rainbows and butterflies. I settled back into my submissive role, my determination to succeed fueled by Damien's declaration of love. There were still times when I had issues calling him Sir, but he rarely bothered to correct me about it anymore. Punishments were at an all-time low, and my happiness was at a high from the compromises we had made.
My affections for Colton Caldwell had faded like the setting sun, and we had settled into a playfully flirtatious friendship, though I let it be known I had no intentions of leaving Damien. He had assumed the title of boyfriend, whether he liked it or not. I didn't know what else to call him that wouldn't sound weird, and there was no way I was going to explain he was my Dominant to people.
Weeks went by without incident. We followed each other's rules and found a happy medium to our relationship. Since we were spending more time together, my suspicions about him cheating were almost eradicated. That is, until the weekend I came over and Mistress Danica was at his house.
I should have known something was up. As soon as Damien opened the door to me, the first thing he said was, “You're to get undressed and serve my guest. I trust you to remember how to act from the dinner party.”
I nodded, quickly retreating to the classroom. (What Damien considered his classroom was actually just a bedroom with extra seating where most of our kink sessions took place.) When I passed by the living room, I glanced at the sofa in my peripheral vision. There was no one there.
As soon as I rounded the corner, my breath hitched. Danica was standing near the bed in all her blonde glory, running a finger over the comforter.
When she turned to me, I bowed my head, fumbling for polite words. “I'm sorry, Miss. I was coming to undress and get ready to serve you. I was unaware you were in this room, otherwise I would have requested permission to enter.”
“It's fine.” Her ruby-red lips drew up into a pleasant smile; her eyes looked nostalgic. “I was just taking a walk down memory lane. Damien and I did so many things in this room. Things I'm sure he's taught you too.”
I didn't need to hear that—didn't want to hear that. Just the thought of it absolutely infuriated me. She had no bus
iness being in this room. It belonged to me now.
“I'll leave you to change," Danica continued. “We wouldn't want to incite Sir Reed's wrath, now, would we?”
When she brushed past me to leave, I cringed as our arms touched. Was she purposely trying to get under my skin? Did she know that talking like that upset me?
There was nothing that could be done or said about it. All I could do was continue with my duties.
I tried not to let my mind wander as I took off my clothes. It was almost impossible not to think about Danica though. She looked sexy as usual, in a black corset and leather pencil skirt. I couldn't help but wonder if she always dressed like that. Every time I had seen her, she'd been in kink wear. Had she worn it to seduce Damien?
Stop thinking about it. You have a duty to perform. Besides, you promised you wouldn't get jealous if he didn't get jealous. You have to learn to trust Damien.
When I finished stripping down, I checked the chest of drawers for the collar I had served in during the dinner party. It wasn't there. In fact, all the drawers were empty except for the top one, and the only thing it had in it was a pair of clamps attached to some type of controller. These likely had something to do with my upcoming kink session, and I felt a bit guilty for having looked at them. Damien liked for my sessions to be a surprise. This would be the first time I had ruined that for him. Hopefully, he wouldn't punish me for it. After all, my reasoning for looking in the drawer was good.
Setting thoughts of punishment aside, I took long strides to the living room to attend Damien and his guest. It was nice not to have to walk like a penguin. The last time I had to serve guests, Damien had placed ankle cuffs on me. Six inches of chain had separated the cuffs, and my restricted movements had made it take forever to do anything. Since I hadn't found ankle cuffs in the chest of drawers today, I figured it would be alright for me to do without them.
Both Damien and Danica already had beverages, so I found myself parked in the corner for the majority of her visit. It made me feel like a piece of furniture to have to stand there so still and silent, but I was happy I at least got the privilege of being in the room with them and listening to their conversation.
“And that's when he threw up,” Danica said, finishing a story about a scene gone horribly wrong.
Damien sniggered, “I imagine I would throw up too. Getting your balls stepped on isn't very fun.”
“You're not as soft as he was. Besides, I think you'd know not to eat before a CBT scene.” She sighed, “It looks like I'll have to start adding that to my contracts. No eating for at least an hour before your scene. That way, I'll be less likely to get vomited on.”
“So, he actually vomited on you?”
“No.” She shook her head. “He was laying down on my table, so he basically vomited on himself. I've never undone bondage faster in all of my life. The idiot could have choked to death.”
“That's disgusting.”
“He's lucky I didn't make him lick it all back up. I did make him clean it though, on his hands and knees, while I caned him.”
“You're definitely not one to piss off.” Damien smirked.
“No, I'm not.” She sipped her bottle of water, then spoke again, “So, will you be attending Sir Martin's play party this weekend?”
“I'll be there. Hopefully, we'll be there.” He glanced back at me.
“Well, if your little cherub can't come, then I'd be glad to partner up with you.” She placed a hand on his knee, causing the fires of jealousy to race through me.
It took everything I had not to say something. My jaw clenched as I zeroed in on her hand, watching it for any sign of movement. If she tried to slide it up his thigh, I didn't know if I'd be able to stop myself from attacking.
Damien huffed, “I didn't think you'd be interested in being a submissive again?”
“Would it please you if I was?” She grinned wickedly. “I bet you'd love plowing us both. Lining us up next to each other and popping into us one at a time.”
My mouth fell open in shock, but I quickly regained composure. Damien was absolutely speechless.
“No, Sir Damien, I think not,” she continued. “I'd much rather have you on the receiving end. It's not that bad, you know? And I think you have a greater pleasure for pain than you realize. If I recall, you rather enjoy being bitten and clawed. I could probably make you come from pain alone.”
“I'll take a pass,” Damien said quickly, sounding as uncomfortable as I felt.
“Too bad. If you ever change your mind, you have my number.”
I was never happier to see her stand up to leave. As I escorted her to the door, all I could think about was how much I wanted to strangle the life out of her. How dare she say those things right in front of me?
When she walked outside, she waved dismissively at me, not even bothering to look back. I stabbed her with my dagger eyes, though it did no real harm. All I could do was glare and hope I never had to see her again. That was wishful thinking though. Obviously, she was going to be at the play party. And there was no way in hell that I'd let Damien go alone after the comments she had made.
When I returned to the living room, Damien was lounging on the sectional sofa watching television. I bowed respectfully at the entryway, requesting permission to enter before I came to his side and sat down.
“Do you have a lot of homework tonight?” he asked. Damien always asked that when I came over on a school night. It had become redundant and annoying, but I never said anything about it. At least he was allowing me to come over on school nights now.
“No, Sir.” I shook my head, wanting to add that I wouldn't be there if I did have a lot of homework. That was our agreement.
“Good.” He turned off the television. “Did you hear what Danica said about the play party?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And will you be able to attend with me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent. Then shall we take this to the classroom?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Damien stood and walked me back to the classroom. I sat on the bed, and he went to the chest of drawers to extract the clamps.
“Do you know what these are?” he asked, holding them up to me.
“They're nipple clamps, Sir.”
“Yes. They are. And I assume you know what I'm going to do with them?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He approached me with the nipple clamps in hand, pausing to adjust a small silver knob on each one. “I think we're going to experiment with pressure first. These knobs control the bite of the teeth. I'll put them on their gentlest setting, then turn the knobs to tighten them. Say yellow when it starts getting too intense, and that's where I'll stop.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Damien delicately placed a clamp on one of my nipples. The pressure was so loose that it slipped right off, falling onto my lap.
“That won't do.” He shook his head, picking it back up and adjusting the knob again. This time, it stayed.
The more he adjusted, the tighter the clamp became. Thanks to a thick plastic coating on it, there wasn't much of a bite, but the pressure quickly got intense. I tried to bear as much of it as I could before I said my safety word. Then Damien moved onto the other nipple and repeated the process.
“How does that feel?” he asked when both clamps were in place.
“Not bad,” but not very arousing either.
When he first placed the clamps on my nipples, there was a familiar sensation of pleasure. My nipples were extra sensitive and loved being teased. But as soon as the pressure had been adjusted, and his hands had moved away, my body had reverted from pleasure to pain.
Damien rubbed his fingertips across my crushed peaks. Pleasurable spasms coursed between my legs as he did this, and I moaned softly. When he grabbed the cord attached to the nipple clamps and gave it a good tug, I hissed in pain, but found that I enjoyed this stimulation as well.
I stared at Damien's crotch as he grabbed the
remote and played with the dials. The clamps began to vibrate, but I didn't find anything particularly arousing about it. My mind was stuck on that thick piece of flesh between his legs, how I wanted it inside of me—needed it inside of me. Since we had been having sex regularly, I was turning into a nympho. My cunt hungered for his cock like my belly hungered for food. And it needed to be fed.
I let Damien have his way for a while, making me crawl on all fours so the weight of the nipple clamps pulled on my breasts. Then he rolled me over on my back and teased the tips of my nipples with his tongue while the clamps vibrated away. It took everything in me not to tangle my hands in his hair and suffocate him in my cleavage. My body was becoming too needy too fast.
“Sex,” I said abruptly.
“Hm?” He looked up from my chest.
“This would feel a lot better if you were fucking me.”
“Would it, now?” He grinned, kneeling on the bed to unfasten his belt.
I sat up, moving his hands away to undress him faster. When I pulled his flaccid cock out, I wrapped my palm around the base to flick my tongue across the tip, practically burrowing it into his pretty little slit. Damien moaned, reaching down to take the cords attached to the nipple clamps. As I began to suck him off, he gave them a little tug, causing me to hiss around his manhood. The clamps were really starting to hurt, the pain growing more intense with each passing minute. Pulling on them only made it worse. I matched the pain by applying more pressure to his cock. There was no way I would use teeth, but if I could give him a taste of the pain that I was feeling, then maybe he'd know to back off.
That didn't seem to be the case though. The more I pressed down around his throbbing member, the more he tugged. My chest was on fire, and his cock was leaking. Maybe he did have a bit of a pain fetish after all. I wasn't going to test it any further though.
Surrendering, I let his phallus slip from my lips, licking off all of his pre-seed before whispering, “Fuck me, Sir.”