The drum beat suddenly stopped and silence filled the room. No, not complete silence. Our breathing mingled loudly against the walls. “Push your breasts together,” he commanded.
He pulled my head against his belly and rammed his cock between my breasts. Luke lost control and hot cum spurt out within seconds. He jerked my head back using my hair to hold me as he came across my face. I licked what I could, but I knew semen covered me. Luke gasped for air as the final spurt left his cock. He pulled me back against his belly, his hands running through my hair. I wrapped mine around his hips, settling them on his upper ass cheeks.
His arms loosened and I looked up. “Shower then occupy yourself however you want until lunch. We’ll have a scene after we eat.”
My pussy ached so badly I wasn’t sure if I could wait. I released my hold and lowered my head as I attempted to crawl from the room. Luke stood and pulled me up against him. Cum dripped from my jaw and he smiled.
“The plan was to come on your breasts, naughty girl, but I like this make-up on you.” Heat burned my cheeks and Luke laughed. “Run along so I can work out a new beat in my head."
God what I would give to be a drum.
Chapter Eighteen
Luke
The sticky reminder of Machala’s blowjob had me buzzing through the beat in my head. I scratched out a few notes on paper before heading to the shower. Machala was coming out of her room when I walked into mine. The reserve she carried like a shield had cracked. She gave me a shy look before lowering her eyes. My well-used cock jumped.
I didn’t give a fuck that I smelled like nasty cum. I grabbed her hand, pulled her to the end of my bed, and situated her across my lap. I had to hurt her—needed her to feel the connection we shared through pain and acceptance. My palm smarted from the spanking I gave her early this morning, but I didn’t care. With both my drumstick and hand hitting her ass, her skin was a mass of bruises.
She gave a heavy gasp on the first swat, sending that special thrill straight to my dick, so I hit her harder. There was no one around my home to call the cops if she went from whimpers to screams. On the sixth strike she gave in and her voice echoed off the walls. I gave four more before standing and pulling her up with me.
I steadied her on her feet, planted a tender kiss on her cheek, and immediately turned away entering my bathroom to hit the shower. Living with her twenty-four hours a day for two weeks might cause my cock to fall off. I pumped it between my soapy fingers anyway. For the scene I had in mind after lunch I needed my wits about me and not in my dick.
When I walked into the kitchen, Machala was setting the table. I wore jeans and nothing else. This scene would begin now. I pulled out my chair, watching as she rested bowls in front of us. I stopped her when she pulled out her chair.
“No, kneel on the floor.”
Fire sparked in her eyes. I arched an eyebrow waiting to see what she would do. I wanted her angry before we went into the playroom. I used the slave dynamic in our first month of training. It was another form of humiliation that I knew would make her furious and needy as fuck.
Slowly, she lowered to her knees, continuing to fight those internal demons that kept her from fully submitting. I almost laughed; salad was not the best meal to feed by hand. My clumsy attempts to get the lettuce and assorted vegetables in her mouth only pissed her off more. I didn’t add dressing to her bowl, though doctored mine to my liking. Part of me wanted her to spit the food in my face or bite my fingers just so I could punish her. Her brain, as well as body, was on the edge and I needed to get creative.
I could tell on the last few bites of food she thought about turning away. “Good girl,” I said when she took the last bite. “How does the butt plug feel?”
“It hurts,” she said in a clipped tone.
I nodded. “Run along and brush your teeth then meet me in the playroom.”
I could tell she wanted to ask me a question, but I ignored her. I stood from the chair and left the room. The dungeon was too cold for this play, so I turned up the heat a bit. I took the items I needed from a drawer in the heavy desk that sat in the middle of the room. I walked over to the bed and adjusted the corner straps.
Machala silently walked in and went to her knees in front of the door. “Come over here,” I said when I had everything in place. She stood and walked over. “Sit.” I directed her to the end of the bed and placed cuffs on her wrists and ankles. I took her hand and pulled her up so she stood. Next, I had her step through the straps of a waist harness. I adjusted everything so the straps wrapped around her stomach and thighs, leaving her pussy and ass available. “Lie back on the bed.” I clipped her ankles to the lower bed straps and her left hand to the upper one. I took her right hand and brought it down to her pussy, clipping the wrist cuff to a metal ring at the waist of the harness.
I’d thought of this after one of the night terrors she suffered in my bed. The scene with Wade stopped me from trying it, but I realized that was a good thing. Machala wasn’t ready then. I didn’t know how much progress we would make today, but it was okay. This was about trust, and I needed to know what would get her off besides pain.
“Play with yourself until you come.”
Her large eyes went rounder still. “Luke, I can’t.”
“I’ll help, but your job is to get those fingers fucking your pussy. Now do as I say.”
It was fucking hot to watch her stroke her folds and enter the lush pussy my cock loved. I let her work herself for several minutes before I palmed the spiked nipple clamps. Her arm partially blocked her breast, but I pushed the plump globe slightly and clamped her nipple. The look in her eyes was desperate. She needed to come and I planned to give in to that desire several times. I clamped her other nipple and gave a gentle tug on the chain running between them. She gasped and I smiled.
“Pump those fingers, girl.”
“Luke, please, I can’t.” She shook her head back and forth, desperation clear in her voice.
“You will. It pleases me for you to come.”
“It’s not enough. Please.”
“No. You will fucking come in the next three minutes or I’ll leave you tied here until you’ve come repeatedly. You can piss in the bed for all I care.”
She pinched her clit, digging her nails in. I didn’t stop her. What I did was grab her hair and pull up so she watched herself. “Let go, girl. We’ve only begun.”
She screamed as her body jerked with her orgasm. I waited until she went lax. A tear escaped her eye and I leaned in and licked it from her cheek. “Good girl. Now you’ll do it again.”
“No, no I can’t.”
“This time will be easier. Start working your fingers again. That pussy of yours will be swollen closed by the time I’m finished, but your ass is waiting, so I don’t mind.”
“What are you doing, Luke?” She said it so softly that I knew she didn’t expect an answer.
“When we’re apart and I tell you to come while thinking of me, you’ll do it. You think you can’t, but I’m going to prove you wrong. Again, now.”
I stood back from the bed and watched as more tears trailed down her face. I paced all three sides offering encouragement. “Fuck that wet pussy. Pinch that clit until it bleeds. Use your arm to rub the breast clamps. Hurt yourself.”
Her hips began pumping against her fingers. She couldn’t lift her hand away to play with her breasts, but she made the most of her arm. I knew the pain to her nipples had to be excruciating and my cock behaved accordingly. The zipper of my jeans rested against bare flesh and that flesh ached to pull free. Machala and I still had a long way to go.
She was moaning with erratic breaths as she tried to climax. “Machala, come. Now.”
She screamed out a gargled sound filled with frustration. Her heavy sobs filled the room. “No more, Luke, please. No more.”
I pulled several loose strands of hair from her wet face and looped them behind her ear. I leaned in so our breath mingled, the sweet scent of her driving
me wild. Control. I could do this. “You will come again and then I’ll reward you.”
She started writhing on the bed. “Fuck you, I can’t,” she cried.
“You can and you will.” I walked away and washed my hands clear to my elbows as I listened to her heavy breathing. I dried my hands and pulled on tight rubber gloves. When I walked back over she was watching me. I pulled out a small tray wrapped in plastic and broke the seal. I lifted a separate small package, tearing the side. It held a sterilized piercing needle. I opened a small box sitting beside the tray and removed a curved clit barbell for vertical hood piercing. “Start working that pussy again, girl.”
I waited for her to tell me no, that I couldn’t pierce her. I’d never told her that years ago I did this for a living. There was an art to genital piercing. At one time, I had multiple piercings from my nipples to my balls. In my wilder kinky days when I was discovering my appetite for sadism, piercing genitalia on men and women assuaged some of my pent up frustration. Having my own body pierced was so I knew what it felt like. I no longer wore the jewelry and most of my piercings had closed. The desire to do this to Machala hit me the first weekend she became my submissive. Not telling her I knew exactly what I was doing was part of the fear factor I loved.
Her fingers pumped as her eyes watched my every move. I walked around the bed. “Give me your hand.” She slid her wet fingers from her pussy and lifted it to me. I secured her wrist to the bed strap. “Do you want to watch or not?”
“Fuck you, Luke.” Her eyes glowed. “I’ll watch.”
I wasn’t feeling her submissive vibe at the moment and that had me smiling. I propped another pillow behind her head so she could see more clearly. I pulled a sterile set of gloves over the ones I was wearing, placed a paper slip under her ass, and began sanitizing her pussy. “You’re wet, girl. We can’t have that or the needle might slip.”
She groaned.
“It’s important you stay still. If you can have an orgasm while I do this, it’s okay as long as you don’t move.”
I could see the words forming on her lips.
“Don’t say it or I might pierce your nipples too. I’ll do them eventually, but even with the masochist I know you are, it’ll be something to look forward to. No sense taking all the fun away today.”
She remained quiet.
First I marked where I would pierce with a special pen. I removed the needle-receiving tube from the tray and placed it under the hood. “This will pinch. Don’t move.” I lifted the needle from the tray. “Breathe in.”
She inhaled and I smoothly drove the needle through her flesh. She didn’t move an inch. “Good girl. Almost finished.”
I took the fourteen gauge barbell and threaded it along the needle, pulling it through the three-quarter inch space under her flesh. I used gauze to gently wipe blood from her pussy. The piercing might bleed slightly for several days. It would also be quite sore in a few hours. I lay the needle and receiving tube on the tray and removed my gloves. I pushed two fingers into her pussy.
“This piercing doesn’t keep us from having sex as long as we’re careful. If it’s unusually sore or something I do hurts too badly, you’re to tell me. Understood?”
She pushed against my fingers. “Yes, Luke.”
“Come for me again, girl.” I used my other hand to pull on the butt plug. Her hips bucked and her breathing increased.
“I can’t. Not again.”
I stood up and pulled my last toy from the nightstand. I looped the belt over her head until it circled her throat. “Trust me, Machala.” I pulled, cutting off part of her air. Shortness of breath was something she lived with after the nightmares. I wanted to change it to a sexual urge and maybe help her in the long run. I lowered my hand and rammed the butt plug in. I added a third finger to her pussy, pressing hard. Her eyes were huge. I withdrew my fingers and loosened the belt. “Breathe. We’re doing it again.”
I waited for her to draw in oxygen and for her safeword. She didn’t use it. This time I constricted the belt tighter, removed the nipple clamps, and jammed my fingers back into her cunt. I felt her inner muscles tighten, pulses of release clamping around me. I loosened the belt with my free hand while continually pumping my fingers.
“Breath play is something you’ll never do alone. Understood?”
Through her heavy breathing she whimpered. “Yes, Luke.”
We made progress. I’m not sure why it seemed so important that Machala have the ability to pleasure herself, but it was. I guess I wanted her out of her head enough to embrace her inner slut. I knew when our relationship began that self-achieved orgasm was impossible for her and I’ll admit to getting a thrill at the thought that orgasms were something I controlled even when we were apart. Now, I wanted the walls down and the ability to give her control of her own body.
Chapter Nineteen
Machala
How did he do it? This man knew what my brain did not. The dull ache above my clit caused by the piercing had me craving more. It also reminded me that it wasn’t just a collar that bound a submissive to their dominant. Luke piercing me was his claim and wouldn’t disappear like the bruises he left after a scene.
He was on the phone while I used a mirror to look between my legs. He’d actually handed it to me before he went to make his call. Fuck, I desperately needed to come again or somehow get my mind off my body’s greedy cravings.
I latched onto work. I had to call Danny and explain I wouldn’t be at work for two weeks. Luke had removed the butt plug after our prolonged scene in the playroom. I sat on the end of my bed fully aware of my new piercing and hit Danny’s name on my cell.
“Hello, doll. What’s happening?” His anger over the newspaper article and picture was obviously gone.
There were times I used my icy business voice with Danny, but this wasn’t one of them. I valued his friendship too much and I knew this would be rough on him. “Hi, Danny. I need a big favor.”
“Anything.”
Here went nothing. “Cover me at the office for the next two weeks.”
He was silent for all of five seconds. “Anything but that. This has to do with Luke doesn’t it?” Controlled anger sounded in each word.
I wouldn’t lie to him. “Yes, I’ve agreed to move in with Luke for two weeks.”
“Why didn’t you call me so I could talk you out of this fucking mess?” His voice grew steadily louder.
I refused to question my decision. “Please, Danny, this is about my needs too.”
He didn’t speak, though I could hear his heavy breathing.
I needed him to understand. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but I was so desperate, I invited a stranger to my house last week to take care of me. It shouldn’t be that way.”
“Christ,” more heavy breathing, “are you okay?”
“Luke showed up, but what I’m trying to tell you is that I need this. I don’t expect you to give your blessings, but I need your help at the office. You’ve always been there for me and I know I won’t get your approval, but please, Danny, don’t fight me on this.”
He gave a long frustrated sigh. “It’s not fair of you to turn this on me, but I love you. I’ll be there to pick up the pieces when Luke pushes too hard. Again. He will, that’s a given.”
Now it was my turn to sigh. “Thank you, Danny. I have my laptop and my phone if something comes up that email won’t solve. I’ll check them both twice a day, otherwise they’ll be turned off. I’ll take you and Becky to The Capital Grille for dinner when I’m back at the office.”
He hesitated, but when he spoke again his voice had softened. “Becky will be excited.”
Relief washed over me. “I love you, Danny.”
“I love you too. Take care of yourself and call if you need me.”
We ended our conversation a few seconds later. I turned off the ringer and placed my phone on the dresser. I would check as promised, but for two weeks, I was giving my relationship with Luke a fair chance. The m
an had me coming with minimal pain and that had never happened before. I didn’t know if I could get myself off alone, but eventually it might work. If some of the frustration over being sexually wired the way I was could be lessened I had to try. But these two weeks were more about a possible future for us.
He walked in the room. “How’s your piercing feel?”
Why did I suddenly feel so shy? “Sore. Wonderful. Pretty.”
I loved his non-sadistic smile as much as the sadistic one. It tempered his hard eyes. “Pretty?” he asked as he walked closer.
The shyness persisted. There was no part of my body this man hadn’t possessed and embarrassment was the last thing I should feel over a simple conversation.
“Present yourself.”
God, he even knew when I needed his dominance. I automatically did as he asked. Looking down, I could see the swollen outer lips of my labia but not the piercing itself.
He moved in close, running his fingers in my hair. His voice went gravely. “I’ll change the balls to jewels when you’ve healed. It’s best to use the non-hypoallergenic metal for now.” He tipped my chin up and smiled again. “Eyes on me, girl. I gave you plenty of time to admire your pretty.”
“Thank you, Luke, for earlier.”
“Which part of earlier?”
“Every part.”
His eyes grew fractionally hard. “I meant what I said about breath play. Erotic asphyxiation is dangerous. Too dangerous to do it alone.”
“I won’t. I promise. May I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“How did you know it would turn me on that fast?” I’d never had a desire to even try.
He gave me a long look. “I didn’t, but with your night terrors, I hoped it would work. You can’t catch your breath when you have them. We need to try correlating sex with an inability to breathe.” He ran his fingers slowly through his hair, never taking his eyes off me. “I have no idea if it will help. We’ll see over the next two weeks.”
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