He lifted the drumsticks from earlier and began giving instructions. He combined both sticks in one hand and used them to nudge me into the desired position.
“Spread your legs farther and rest back on your calves. Put your arms behind your back and hold your forearms. I want your tits thrust forward. This is how you’ll present yourself for punishment.”
I did exactly as he instructed wondering silently when he planned to start.
“Put this between your teeth and don’t drop it.” One wooden stick pressed against my lips and I opened my mouth. I held the wood tight enough so it wouldn’t slip.
I was looking straight ahead with him slightly back and just out of my corner vision. His one hand gently squeezed my shoulder. I didn’t expect the strike to my breast and gasped for air with a sudden squeak almost releasing the stick now clenched in my teeth. He laid another strike to my other breast—an abrupt sting, very unpleasant.
“I’ve found that pain sluts prefer the ass and legs, or even their cunts hurt as punishment. They get off on it. Most subs don’t seem to enjoy this as much, so it makes a nice introduction to the level of pain I prefer. It also shows you how much you’ll dislike my punishments,” he said in a calm unemotional voice.
Holy fuck, he was hurting me and he was right. I didn’t mind nipple or breast play, but these sudden strikes didn’t turn me on in the least.
What had I gotten myself into?
Chapter Seven
Current day…
Luke
Her ass looked so fucking perfect lying over the couch. I wanted to spread her legs farther apart and sink into the pink folds of her pussy. I didn’t know if it was her skin tone, her East Indian nationality, or both that made the lips of her pussy rosier than any woman I’d ever seen. But fuck it turned me on.
Damian had acquainted me with a pair of subs after Machala left me. They came as a team; Lilly and Lacy, if you can believe it, and no they weren’t sisters. I kept them for two weeks working them over hard trying to wash Machala out of my system. It was funny because they might be perfect for another sadist, but they barely took the edge off my need. They both had fair skin and blonde hair, but even their pussies didn’t come close to the cherry blush of Machala’s. It was easy to let them go and hard to spend the long months thinking of all the mistakes I made with Machala.
I brought my focus back to the precise one-inch spacing I desired on her ass. I finished the first round on each thigh and cheek. Taking a break, I leaned over the couch peering at her face—eyes closed, tears and saliva wetting her cheeks. Fucking sexy as all hell.
I leaned in closer. “Girl.”
Her eyes opened and she gazed at me through wet lashes. Perfect. I didn’t kid myself by thinking the fight was totally out of her system, but I noticed the soft edge of submission. Or at least Machala’s idea of submission.
Before continuing the punishment, I assured myself she was okay. “Are you having any difficulty breathing?” She shook her head. “Are your legs and feet getting circulation?” This time she nodded.
Over a couch was tricky, and yes, I wanted to hurt her, but I didn’t want to make her pass out because of pressure on her diaphragm. On only two occasions had she used her safeword during our time together. I worried about her with another sadistic Dom. Would he know how to push her limits and not cause irreparable harm? She was so tough on the outside, but looks were deceiving. Machala was wrapped so tight most men would never see below the surface.
I rubbed her ass cheeks feeling the warm, silky skin decorated with swollen ridges made with my sticks. A friend of mine preferred male subs because of the amount of pain their bodies could take but he’d never played with Machala. I wanted to be the one to give her all the pain she could take and sometimes, like tonight, a little extra.
With a last hard rub that had her squirming, I continued designing her ass to the red plaid of my fantasy. Bruises would only add to the beauty. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be around to see the full effect when they changed colors over the next few days. Fuck but I wanted to.
“Last one.”
A loud groan left her throat as the strike landed. I took a moment to admire my work before lifting her shaky body up from the couch and kissing her tear-stained cheek. “I’m still angry with you, but I’m proud of how well you took the first part of your punishment.”
A quick spark of fire flashed in her eyes and I laughed before kissing her temple. I pushed on her shoulder and she went to her knees looking up at me with something I couldn’t decipher. More tears welled in her eyes. I pulled her head in so she rested against the front of my jeans, leaning into my hard cock.
I ran my fingers through her hair and lowered my voice. “Never allow another Dom here to your home. Use a hotel and meet first in a safe location with people around. If not, I swear I’ll find out and you won’t sit down for a month. I want you thinking of my warning every time you sit in your office chair this week.”
She nodded her head, rubbing it against my cock. I was finally satisfied that I’d made my point. “Is the butt plug uncomfortable?”
She nodded again, completely relaxed against me.
I lifted my bag before taking her arm and helping her up. Guiding her around the couch, I gave a small nudge so she would sit, which brought the spark back into her eyes. Sitting would irritate her inflamed ass and push on the plug. Perfect for me, painful for her.
Reaching forward, I pinched and twisted her nipple, enjoying her flinch. “I’ve always loved these.” I tweaked the other nipple.
Moving the coffee table back, I assured that we had room. I toed off my shoes, getting comfortable for what was to come. Not that my feet were the problem at this point. But I wanted that special ache in my cock to last a little longer. I leaned down and took my favorite clamps from a side pocket of my toy bag. These hurt, and she recognized them immediately. My lovely submissive held still and only sucked in a few quick breaths when I secured the sharp-teethed clamps.
She hated to drool, but I found it a turn on, so I left the gag in her mouth for now. I wiped a line of saliva from her chin and took it to her nipple, playing with her flesh within the clamps. “Spread your legs.” I repeated the process, this time rubbing the saliva between her thighs. She was already wet and didn’t need added lubricant, but it pleased me. Making my fuck toy uncomfortable always pleased me.
She was swollen and ready to be fucked. The little peak of her clit hardened farther as I delved through the warm folds of her cunt. “Lie back,” I couldn’t resist admiring her beautiful pussy. I’d seen many in my life, but no other woman’s compared. It was her treasure. Corny, but the most apt description I could think of. Machala Winters was also my treasure and her pussy the most seductive jewel on earth. It was her brain that drove me mad. It was like a diamond—cold, secretive, unwilling to give absolute submission. Something held her back and because I pushed, that something had torn us apart. She went against everything I was normally drawn to but maybe that’s why I couldn’t get over her.
God, I loved her, but I wanted it all—the deep dark secrets that would bring complete and total submission. I needed to unlock the pieces that drove her to request a stranger tonight.
I sat down beside her, pushed her back, and hiked one of her legs onto the back of the couch. I scooted her other knee over the side so her foot hit the floor. I moved a bit so I was between her legs. I’d thought about piercing her pussy many times. Leaning in, I trailed my finger through her warm lips beginning at the plug in her ass. “Don’t move at all. This isn’t for you.”
She groaned and I smiled. “You shaved tonight before I came.”
“Hmmm.”
I laughed. “I’ve always liked you smooth and soft. I smell you too. I smelled your pussy when I walked into your office today.”
“Em uh.”
“Yes, I did. When you stayed with me I memorized the scent and I’ll never forget it.” I pinched the hood of her clit and her ass came off the couch. “
Naughty girl.” I pulled on the plug, stretching her uncomfortably before pushing it back in. She remained still after that. I reached to the couch armrest and picked up the dreadlocks.
“Mmmmm.” Even with the gag, I could hear her distress. My pulse increased along with my desire to make her beg and scream.
“Oh, I see, you want this.” I flicked the instrument with my wrist and brought it down on her inner thigh.
Heavy breathing was my answer, but she stayed still not daring to bring her legs together. Perfect. I struck again just clipping the side of her pussy. Her ass rose up. Using one hand, I pushed on her lower belly. The position made me sit over her a little more, but I could still reach the delicate parts I wanted to play with.
“If I had my piercing kit here with me, I would pierce your clit tonight.” Several more strikes made her inner thighs a pleasant rose color.
“Mmmmm,” she replied angrily.
I knew bringing up piercing would get a response. It was one of her soft limits and though I’d put needles through her nipples, she denied me the permanent decorations. I opened the smaller clamp bag again and removed another set of clamps that I preferred to use on her labia. My cock pressed painfully against my jeans. I leaned back a little, unsnapped my jeans, and lowered my zipper. It would get me through the next few minutes.
Holding her flesh between my thumb and forefinger, I applied the first clamp. Machala stopped breathing for a few moments while absorbing the pinch. When her breath returned to normal, I applied the other one.
They connected with a chain and another chain attached at the middle. The middle chain was much longer. I lifted it upward and clipped it to the hanging nipple clamp chain. Pulling from the center, her nipples extended along with her labia. I watched her fight to still the faint tremor in her limbs.
I dropped the metal, moved back, and dipped my head to her pussy. I pulled the clamps apart and, using just my tongue, licked the rosy, soft skin. Her taste had my cock stiffening impossibly harder. I couldn’t help taking another sumptuous taste. The only thing stopping me from the third time was her small sigh of pleasure. No, my naughty girl, it wasn’t time for that.
I pulled away and gave a tug to the chain at her nipples. “Off the couch and on your knees.”
It took her a moment longer than I liked. I squeezed the right nipple clamp painfully and smiled when she pulled her legs in tight to her chest avoiding mine so she could move. She rolled from the couch, went to her knees, and placed her arms behind her back.
I stood and lowered my jeans. “Look at my cock, girl. I’ll be buried deep in your throat in a minute.”
Her eyes snapped to mine and I saw a bit more fight. Good. Nothing better than a blow job that I controlled and she fought. She lowered her gaze to my cock and the desire in her eyes gave her true feelings away. We’d see.
I sat back down on the couch, my legs to either side of her arms. She hadn’t taken her gaze from my cock. Grabbing the back of her head, I pulled her forward and unbuckled the gag. I let it drop to the carpet while cupping her chin, pinching her mouth so her lips formed an O.
“You know what I like. Make it good and maybe I’ll relieve some of your discomfort.” I grabbed the center chain and looped it around my balls. “Sit up straighter. I want it pulling on us both.”
She didn’t say a word, which pleased me.
“Open up, girl.” I wrapped my hand in her hair and brought her forward. I knew she wanted to lick and explore. She gave good head, but I didn’t want that. I lifted my hips slightly while pushing on her head making her take me deep. She gagged, but I pushed harder. Her hands came around to the front of her body but I pinched down on the nipple clamp knowing it pierced the skin. “None of that now. You’ll survive.”
A few seconds later, I pulled back on her hair and slid from her throat, allowing her to breathe. “We’ll do this my way and the more you fight the more you won’t enjoy it.”
Her shoulders lowered in seeming defeat, but I knew she hadn’t given in completely. She never did. I drew her lips back over my cock loving the warmth of her mouth. My balls contracted when she gagged. It was pure torture having her throat convulse around me, but the chain kept me from coming. I pumped deep and fast knowing she couldn’t breathe. By reflex, her arms came forward, but at the fierce look on my face, she stopped. I thrust twice more before pulling away again to watch as she gasped for air. When she’d first become my submissive, we worked on oral a lot. I liked it rough and took enjoyment in a woman finding little. That didn’t mean I hadn’t given in occasionally. But that wasn’t what tonight was about.
I pulled her back and circled one of my hands between us grabbing the chain low and pulling so her pussy felt the pinch. She danced on her knees, but opened her jaws wider. I could go on like this all night and she knew it. I was betting her jaw ached. I gave a few more deep thrusts before pulling her off and untwisting the chain from my balls.
“Move away from the couch and go to your forearms and knees, ass in the air. That’s where I’ll finish.”
She almost said something, but bit the words off and did as I ordered. Her lovely ass was red and welted. I took a wet wipe from my bag before removing the plug. I wiped it off, delaying what I knew she hated. Anal was difficult for her mentally, but she hadn’t named it as a hard limit. Maybe she knew it was a deal breaker. I wouldn’t have a sub unwilling to take me anally. When I discovered her dislike, it only upped my enjoyment of fucking her ass.
I put on a condom and lubed it lightly before grabbing her hips. “Lower your chest.” I pushed her legs together with mine and placed the tip of my cock against her puckered flesh while spreading her ass cheeks with my hands. I pushed in an inch before moving my hands around to the front of her hips to gain leverage. I went in slow but steady not giving her time to relax against the pressure. Her internal muscles squeezed around my dick as I took her in the most intimate way. I fucking needed this.
“I’ve missed your ass, girl.”
Chapter Eight
Machala
He never had a problem dominating me. Taking me like this was his way of breaking me down and letting me know he possessed every part of me. Almost. I remained still, accepting his cock and his control. Even with the large butt plug as preparation, it burned.
I tried to think about anything but what he was doing.
Bad sub. That was me.
I flashed back to the best months of my life. During our weekends together, it was Monday mornings when his true sadist spiked. Luke enjoyed discussing my sexual likes and dislikes, but really we played a game of cat and mouse. It felt strange sitting with him at his kitchen table—cups of coffee in front of us, fully dressed. The conversations had me squirming, which I tried to hide. After discussing our two days of sexual depravity, I left his home and went to work a wet mess. Part of his game was staying hands off on Monday mornings. He’d kick back in the kitchen chair, tilting it slightly and watching my reactions with his impenetrable gaze. It pleased him to no end knowing I started my workweek with a burning need for what he would give me the following weekend.
My personal life intrigued him too. Those questions I hated because he wouldn’t stop digging. I continued my charade of well-rested nights until a month into our relationship when he insisted I move into his bedroom on the weekends. I don’t know what brought that on. I verbally resisted and he actually bullied me by withholding my orgasm for hours while torturing me. I relented and moved into his room. Even in the short time we’d been together, I knew his behavior was odd. Luke was always very careful about keeping me on the other side of an invisible line that assured me I wasn’t his girlfriend. Now I was his fuck toy who shared his bedroom.
I hid my nighttime secrets for two weekends by remaining awake. The lack of sleep had me missing small cues he gave and it seemed like we were back to the first weekend I’d become his submissive. I would go to work on Monday, but when I got to my townhome, I fell into a drug-like sleep to make up for my sleeple
ss weekend.
The third week in Luke’s bed, I unwillingly fell asleep on Saturday night. Luke woke me up. I was fighting him with everything I had. As sanity slowly returned, I couldn’t get in enough air and hyperventilated. Usually, I would breathe deeply into my pillow to gain control, but Luke had ahold of me and he wasn’t letting go. I started screaming. Even knowing it was him, I couldn’t control myself.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he breathed into my mouth. I inhaled his breath, needing the carbon dioxide to gain control.
Of course Luke wouldn’t leave it alone. “Is this why you didn’t want to share a bed with me?” he asked after I calmed down.
“Please don’t talk about it. I can’t.” Panic had me raising my voice. He let it go and held me tightly in his strong arms chasing my demons away. The following day, I knew things were different. I couldn’t pinpoint it, but he acted differently.
He waited until Monday morning to raise the subject again. “Were you sexually assaulted or molested? I need you to talk to me, Machala.”
I calmly walked out the front door and called a cab on my cell phone. I only returned on Friday because I needed him desperately. I worried he would turn me away, but he didn’t. There was a dark rift in our relationship after that. He watched me closely and I could tell he didn’t sleep well. When exhaustion overtook me, the terror returned. Luke would hold me tight and breathe air past my lips until I gained control. He did it without touching his lips to mine. His calm “Shh” comforted me, and for the first time in my life I was glad to have someone there when the memories became too much.
I remember a Monday morning close to the end of our relationship when he stood from the breakfast table and walked behind me. I’d placed my hair in my typical work bun. I hated it falling in my eyes when I spent hours at my computer.
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