"Don't move."
* * *
Patrick went to the kitchen and got a glass of water, downing the whole thing as he leaned against the black granite counter. He checked the clock on the stove. Ten minutes should be enough to get Kaylee worked up nicely. He exhaled a long, slow breath, thinking about her kneeling there in front of his door, frightened, but trusting him enough to follow his commands. Damn she looked good with that gag in her mouth. He envisioned those lips circling his cock, those watery eyes staring up at him as she tried to take him all the way down her throat. Hell yeah.
He smoothed a hand over the shiny counter top as he walked by. He'd take her here in the morning, her breasts pressed into the cold stone while he spanked her with a wooden spoon. Just the thought of the oval red prints on her white butt made his hand itch and his cock pulse behind his zipper. He went into the bedroom and started laying out a few things he'd need. Normally he'd play in the dungeon, but he sensed she wasn't anywhere near ready for that yet. He checked the straps attached at the head and foot of the bed, moving them up to the mattress for easy access. On the trunk, he laid his favorite paddle, a small black flogger and a small metal item he'd bought just for her, years ago, even though he'd never hoped to use it. Since this might be the only night he had with her, he'd indulge. He'd let her take it home with her when they were done - a souvenir of sorts.
The bedside clock told him ten minutes had passed.
He took his shirt off and tossed it in a laundry basket then padded out to the front door. Kaylee's eyes widened when she saw him, and he had to fight off a grin. She'd been begging to see his muscles for years, and he'd refused, not wanting to encourage her. The appreciation in her eyes made it worth the wait, for him at least.
"I'm going to help you stand. Ready?"
She nodded, and he grasped her arm, steadying her as she rose shaking to her feet. Not releasing his hold, he pushed her gently down the hall to the bedroom. Catching sight of his toys, she hesitated, but he applied enough pressure to get her moving again. When she reached the side of the bed, he gave her a little shove between the shoulder blades and she fell forward on the bed, her ass hanging just off the edge. He couldn't resist running the palm of one hand over a smooth, round cheek as his other hand held her in place.
"This is my favorite part of the female body," he said, drawing back and smacking her lightly. "I love how it looks, how it feels in my hand, and how red it gets when I slap the skin." He gave her another tap, flicking his wrist to provide a slight sting. She twitched under his hand at the harsh contact. "Before you leave, I will own this piece of you. And you will acknowledge that it belongs to me."
Chapter 4
This is his big secret? Kaylee tried desperately to remain quiet, but couldn't quite keep her shoulders from moving as she struggled to obey. She knew she'd be punished for making noise, but it would probably be worse if he knew she found the whole thing amusing. She'd begged her ex to spank her for over a year, and he'd refused, calling her a slut and forcing her to sleep on the couch. The final straw had been when he insisted she go to therapy to be cured. That Patrick had been hiding what she'd desperately wanted for so long was just...laughable.
"Hey, are you crying?" Patrick pulled her off the bed and turned her in his arms, the worry on his face unmistakable as she tried to neutralize her expression. He pulled the gag out of her mouth, gently. "Talk to me. I'm not letting you go, but we can discuss--" His eyes narrowed as they focused on hers. "You weren't crying." She swallowed and shook her head, fear settling in her stomach. Fear that if he knew what she wanted, he'd withhold it to punish her. Just like Derek. Tears moistened her eyes then, and she blinked quickly to hold them back.
He guided her to sit on the bed then took two steps back, frowning at her. "You weren't crying first, and now you're trying not to cry. Tell me what's going on, Kaylee. I need to know before we go any further. If we go any further."
She looked down at her legs, gathering her thoughts. As much as she wanted to lie, she'd promised herself when she left Derek that she wouldn't deny who she was or what she needed, not for anyone. At least with Patrick, there was a chance....
"I want you to spank me," she said, her soft voice carrying in the quiet room. She slid off the bed to her knees and arranged herself in the position he'd shown her. "Please, Sir." She bowed her head again. "Master."
The silence was deafening, the sound of her own heart beating down the seconds as she waited for his verdict. Maybe it was only good for him if the woman didn't want it. Maybe she really was a pervert.
"Why?" His voice had dropped back down to the deep, commanding tone from earlier, and the knot in her stomach relaxed a little. She licked her lips, keeping her eyes on the floor.
"Because I want to be spanked," she replied, her legs starting to shake. "I need to be."
He shifted, his footsteps vibrating through her body as he approached and tipped her head up. His eyes were hard, cold. She focused on breathing.
"Why me? Why not Derek?"
"Because he won't."
He dropped the hand holding her head in place, towering over her like a half-naked Viking with his arms folded across his chest. "So you submit willingly?"
She nodded her head slowly. "But I can pretend not to, if you want. I'll do anything..."
"No."
She slumped back onto her heels. "Okay. I guess I'll go--"
"Get on the bed, face down." She looked up at him, wishing her hands were free so she could wipe the stray tears from her face. "Now," he said, though there was something in his tone that spoke to her. Something almost...gentle.
She got to her feet, stumbling with her hands still bound behind her back though he made no move to help. She crawled up on the bed, and lay down on her stomach. A few seconds later, she felt his hands at her wrists, unhooking the cuffs and securing one wrist to a strap she hadn't noticed near the head of the bed. He secured her ankles and finished with her other wrist, then leaned over the bed, his lips close to her ear.
"Never pretend with me, Kaylee. All I want from you is the truth."
* * *
Patrick fought to maintain control as a deep sigh shuddered through Kaylee at his words. He wanted to kiss her, to caress her face, and hold her body close. All those years he'd stayed away, thinking his fetish would scare her off. Only she wanted it too - maybe even more that he did. Seeing her kneeling before him on the floor, hearing her call him Master, had been one of the best moments of his life and he swore to himself that before she left in the morning she'd get everything she needed and more.
His cock was swollen, pressing uncomfortably against the front of his pants, but there were more important things that had to come first. Keeping his touch gentle, he trailed the fingers of one hand down Kaylee's bare back. She jumped slightly at the first contact, her muscles remaining taut. He glanced up to see her grasping a strap in each hand, holding herself still.
"Why so nervous?" he asked, the question causing her to tighten up further. "You may speak," he added, taking his hand away.
She shifted slightly, turning her head towards him, then back the other way. "I don't really know," she finally admitted, her hands releasing the straps. "I've never done this before, and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do, or what you're going to do..." she took a breath, then let it out slowly. "I--I don't know what you expect from me, and I want to make it good for you."
"Fair enough," he said, pitching his voice deep. It was his own fault. He'd broken protocol, and with that the fragile trust she'd started to give him. He'd have to earn it back. "What I expect from you is obedience. As long as you obey me, you will please me."
Her shoulders tensed, and he waited for the inevitable. He didn't have to wait long.
"What if I can't do everything you ask?"
"You will be punished." He spoke without hesitation, knowing she needed him to be strong and decisive in order to accept his leadership. "You'll need to trust that I won't ask you to do anything you truly can't d
o - but I will ask you to stretch outside your comfort zone. I expect you to do your best to obey."
Kaylee moved her legs a little, pulling at the bonds. "But--"
"Enough." More talk at this point would be futile, though he knew she was scared. He moved to her head, unable to resist running a hand down the side of her beautiful face before he gently pulled the gag back up and pushed it between her teeth. Her eyes were wide, but the fear had subsided for the most part, leaving behind a mixture of excitement and curiosity. A better mindset for what he had planned, to be sure.
She didn't flinch this time when he ran his fingers down her back again, smoothing over her skin to those lovely white round globes. He felt them each in turn, squeezing hard enough to leave an impression on each then circling the spot with his palm. One finger explored the cleft between, probing gently at the puckered hole as she whimpered softly.
"Have you ever been taken here?" he asked, glancing over to see her head moving side to side. He sucked his middle finger into his mouth, moistening it before rimming her with it again. "Excellent," he said, massaging the muscle, coaxing it to relax as he just barely breached the opening. Slowly he pushed in deeper as she wiggled against him, her arms and legs pulling the restraints tight at the invasion. He grinned, noting that she was pushing against him, not pulling away.
"You like that, don't you?" She was quiet, and he pulled away, moving to the foot of the bed where he'd laid out his supplies. He picked up the small metal plug and coated it with lubricant.
"I asked you a question, Kaylee. Did you like my finger in your ass?"
Chapter 5
Kaylee struggled to take in a deep breath through her nose as Patrick pulled his finger away. She whimpered, the loss affecting her far more than she'd thought it would. It had stung at first, but the feeling of fullness there was...indescribable. Did she dare admit she liked it? A finger was one thing, but could she handle something bigger?
She nodded, slowly, unable to lie even though she feared the outcome. He'd asked her to trust him, and she did.
Mostly.
"Good girl," he said, the words sending a flood of warmth through her. Then she felt a sharp sting as he slapped one buttock, followed right after by another on the other side. Something cold replaced his finger, and instinctively she pushed back against it, gasping as it stretched her wide open.
"Relax," he said, his voice calm and sure. A crack echoed through the room as he brought an open hand down hard on her left cheek, seating the item deep in her ass. "Just like that," he said, rubbing her bottom then smacking the other side hard. The sting made her eyes water, and she jerked against the bonds as he spanked her, again and again. The rhythm was constant, and every time his palm connected with her flesh she rose to meet it, the plug heavy as it moved with her.
Then he stopped, and somehow the pain was worse, her nerve endings on fire as intense heat radiated throughout her body. She moaned, writhing against her bonds as he moved to look down at her face. She blinked, hoping he wouldn't take her tears as a sign of weakness. Looking up into his eyes, she wanted him to see her pleasure. Her gratitude.
He looked down at her with narrow, intense eyes as he slipped one hand between her legs. It was almost embarrassing how slick she was between her thighs, and she could feel the warmth tingeing her cheeks. She dropped her gaze to his gorgeous chest, and imagined her fingernails playing across the tight muscles and sculpted ridges. Her fingers flexed, her legs stretching open as he pushed two fingers into her core, brushing against the plug from within and driving her nearly insane. Her eyes flew to his, begging, pleading. With his other hand, he gently pulled the gag out of her mouth.
"Go ahead. Tell me what you need."
She tried, swallowed, and tried again. "You," she managed, her hips keeping time with his rhythmic fingers. He arched an eyebrow, mild amusement crossing his face.
"That's very flattering, Kaylee. Now tell me how you need me."
She whimpered as once again, he deprived her of his touch. "Inside me," she blurted out, nearly desperate to feel him inside her again. "I need you inside me."
He smacked her on the bottom again then let his hand fall back to his side. "Inside you how?"
"I want your cock in my pussy, Master," she said finally, her voice low but desperate. She'd never been much of a talker in the bedroom, but the glint of approval in his eyes made her discomfort worth it.
He stepped back and reached for the button on his pants, easing them off as she tried not to drool. God he was beautiful. She licked her lips at the thought of that thick erection in her mouth.
He stepped forward again, so he was standing right in front of her face. "You look like you'd like a taste. Do you want to suck my cock?"
"Yes, Master."
* * *
Those two simple words sent a shiver rippling under Patrick's skin. He fumbled with the cuff around her wrist for a moment, finally freeing her arm so she could twist into a better position. He stroked himself a few times and she watched, licking her lips with a slow, deliberate motion.
Moving in close, he rubbed the tip of his cock over her mouth, her tongue darting out for a taste. Then her lips were taking him in, deeper, deeper still until he felt the back of her throat. Maintaining suction, she pulled back slowly, her wide eyes looking up at him the whole time. Then when only the tip was in her mouth, she circled it with her tongue and drew it back in again.
All. The. Way.
Patrick closed his eyes, letting his head fall back with a groan. Her lips kept moving, sucking, releasing, kissing, until he wasn't sure he could hold back. Opening his eyes he looked down at her, taking her head in his hands and holding her still while he thrust gently back and forth. The urge to speed up, to use her and empty himself down her throat was strong, but he held back. With any luck, there would be time for that later. For now, he wanted to bury himself in the hot, tight channel between her legs.
Pulling back farther, she sucked onto the tip and wouldn't let go. He slapped her cheek, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting and she freed him with a pop, the sensation making his head spin. He reached out and bound her wrist again, then rolled on a condom while she watched, her eyes smoldering with need. Running a hand down her back, he slapped her crimson ass when she raised it to meet his touch.
He crawled onto the bed and knelt between her open thighs, pressing a finger against the ruby-colored jewel that decorated her anal plug. She squirmed against him, whimpering a little when he let off on the pressure.
"Like that, don't you? I hoped you would." He reached out to press it again, receiving the same reaction as before. "God you're beautiful," he said, lowering his finger to slide through the wetness that coated her slit and find the sensitive nub in front. He circled it once, then twice, her hips bouncing up each time.
"Kaylee?" He stopped, pressing hard against her and positioning his cock just against her entrance. When she didn't answer, he drew his hand back. "Answer me, Kaylee."
"Yes, Master?"
"You are not to orgasm without permission. Is that clear?"
She struggled to look at him over her shoulder. "But I--"
He slapped her ass hard, once on each side, and she cried out, "Yes Master!"
Pulling her hips back and thrusting forward he impaled her, feeling her whole body shudder at the invasion. Liquid warmth drenched his cock, and he leaned over her back, reaching around to pinch her nipples as he spoke in her ear. "Naughty girl," he said, moving in and out of her soaking pussy. He rolled her nipples into tight buds, pinching and pulling them with each movement. "We'll discuss your punishment later."
Chapter 6
Kaylee groaned, unable to stop another shudder as Patrick kissed his way down her back, his thick cock buried inside of her. The feel of him rubbing alongside the plug in her ass while he pinched her nipples was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, and even though she suspected he'd pushed her to orgasm on purpose, she couldn't muster up any regret. Any punis
hment he cared to give her would undoubtedly lead to more pleasure, so she wasn't concerned about that either. All that mattered was the exquisite feeling engulfing her, the building pressure as he fucked her slow and deep. Cool air rushed over her back as he sat up and slapped her ass again. Then he pressed on the plug, making small circles with his finger that gently stretched her.
She grasped the straps that restrained her arms, pulling hard as she tried to stave off the orgasm threatening to overtake her self-control. She bucked against Patrick, every movement sending a new spark of awareness under her skin.
"Please, Master, I--I can't..."
He pulled back until just the tip of his cock was inside her, teasing. "Can't what, Kaylee?"
She could hear the amusement in his voice, and it calmed her a little. At least he wasn't mad. "I can't hold off much longer. I'm going to come..."
"No, you're not." This time he spoke firmly, in a deep tone that left no room for argument. "You can control it, Kaylee. It's either that, or beg me for release."
She whimpered, pulling again at her restraints. "Please Master," she said, trying to look over her shoulder at him, but unable to get the right angle. "Please let me come."
He leaned forward again, covering her back with his chest, pressing deep into her as his pelvis pressed the anal plug deeper. Amazing. One hand curled around her torso to cup her breast, the other slid down her ribcage and lower. His middle finger found her clit, circling ever so softly.
Then he pressed in hard and whispered in her ear. "Come." His teeth marked her neck as the first waves hit, her pussy contracting around his cock, milking it hard as she came.
"Oh my God," she breathed, her muscles contracting randomly at the pulses traveling through her body. Inside her, Patrick jerked and spasmed, collapsing over her back as he released her neck. His arms came up to hug her torso, his face buried in her neck as she began to come down. When she finally stilled, he slowly pushed himself off her, slipping free from between her legs even as her hips rose slightly in protest.
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