by L. DuBois
Katrina nodded frantically though she didn’t know if he could see the movement. She wanted that. She wanted him to surge into her. She wanted to feel filled and owned.
He gripped her firmly. His hands were big enough that his thumbs could keep her pussy spread, his palms flat against her sit spot and his fingers curling around the outsides of her thighs.
She felt hot breath on her pussy and then his lips were on her. He kissed her mound, then moved his mouth up, lips closing on her clit. He sucked gently then licked her clit.
Katrina couldn’t stop herself. Her teeth clenched on the ruler as pleasure swamped her. Her whole body first clenched and then relaxed. She knew this, wanted this. Her Master was eating her pussy, playing with her because he wanted to.
Not your Master.
No, not her Master. Her Dom, and just for a few hours. That thought helped her fight back the orgasm, but when his tongue circled her clit, his chin and nose buried in her pussy, she felt the first twangs of orgasm. Frantic, she spat out the ruler.
“Close. Close,” she panted.
Dante stopped licking and pulled his head back a scant inch. When he spoke, she could feel his words puffing against her clit. “Well done, Katrina. Now put the ruler back in your mouth.”
Luckily the ruler lay on her forearms, and she was able to dip her head and use her tongue to get it back into her mouth. She had a bad feeling there were teeth marks in it, but she carefully gripped it, trying to use lips more than teeth.
“Do not come.” His voice was deep, the command pushing her down into her submissive headspace.
Then his mouth was back on her pussy. He licked and sucked her. Katrina clenched her fists, fighting back the orgasm. He gave her no quarter. He licked from her clit up to her entrance, sucked her labia minora into his mouth, then kissed his way back down her spread pussy to suck her clit again.
Sweat broke out on her forehead and back. Her body was hot with arousal. She wanted to come. She wanted to let the intense pleasure of a Dom-created orgasm claim her.
But she wouldn’t, because he’d ordered her not to.
Her leg muscles started to quiver and she pressed her head into the seat cushion. Air rasped down her throat, and left her lungs on a moan.
Still he sucked and licked her pussy. Occasionally licking the entrance to her body, but not penetrating her with his tongue. She wanted to thrust back, to grind her sex against his face and then see his face glistening with her arousal as he stood above her and forced her mouth onto his dick.
That quick fantasy did nothing to cool the fire of her arousal. She clenched her toes, focusing on that feeling instead of the pleasure of a tongue on her clit.
His mouth left her, and then her pussy was treated to two hard smacks. She was so aroused that those made her moan and press back, hoping for more sweet abuse.
“Kneel.”
Relieved that she no longer had to hold back the orgasm in the face of pussy-licking torment, Katrina dropped down. The tile was cold and hard against her knees.
“Spit out the ruler and brace your shoulders on the chair. Good. Now,” his voice deepened. “Reach back and spread your ass for me.”
Katrina arched her back into a deep bow and grabbed her own bottom. She dug her fingers into the cheeks and pulled, opening and exposing herself. There was only a moment’s pause and then lube dripped over her and gloved fingers slid up and down the crease of her ass, rubbing her anus with each pass.
“How long since your ass was penetrated?”
“One year, Sir.”
“What were you penetrated by?”
“A cock, Sir.”
“You were fucked anally more recently than you were fucked vaginally?”
Shame and remembered pain washed over her. She made a noise low in her throat and closed her eyes, but allowed the memory to play in the darkness of her mind. She opened her eyes, gazing around the room, trying to bring herself back to the present.
Master Dante’s voice softened and he rubbed her anus with one finger. The touch was pleasurable—there were many nerve endings there, and done right having her ass fingered could be nearly as intense as nipple play. The rhythmic, gentle touch allowed the memory to fade.
Finally, she was able to answer. “Yes, Sir.”
Please don’t ask more.
“I’ve selected a smaller plug, but if you haven’t had anal in a year this is going to stretch you. It will hurt a bit, but not for long. Are you willing to take some pain in your ass?”
Pain. Sweet, pleasurable pain.
“Oh yes, Sir. I’m looking forward to it.”
“You’re a masochist?”
“Not as much as some. But I like…I like it when a Dom is willing to hurt me, because it will bring us both more pleasure.”
“Excellent.”
More lube dripped over her anus, and then a fingertip rimmed her before pressing in.
Katrina was shocked by how thick it felt. She gasped and leaned forward, away from him.
“Stop.” The command barked out.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she gasped. “Your finger is very thick.”
There was a pause and then, “It feels that large to you, Katrina?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm. I’m going to fuck you with one finger, and then the plug. I think two fingers would be difficult and the thin tip of the plug would be easier to handle.”
“Thank you for your consideration, Sir.”
“Of course, honeypot.”
That startled a laugh out of her, and Dante took advantage of that moment of distraction to shove his finger in past the first knuckle. Katrina’s laugh turned into a squeal. She tried to lean forward again, but now he held her hip with his free hand, and his fingers dug into her, hard and immovable as iron.
“Breathe, Katrina. Does it hurt?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Tell me about it.”
“It feels strange and uncomfortable. A little painful.”
“That’s because you’re fighting it.” His finger withdrew and then eased back in. He started fucking her ass with a slow, steady rhythm. “How does it feel now?”
“It doesn’t hurt, Sir, but it feels strange. I didn’t think…”
“Didn’t think what?”
“I didn’t think going a year without anal sex meant I became an anal virgin.”
Dante laughed, and to Katrina’s surprise that helped her relax. She’d never teased or been teased while having anal before, and it felt good. It also felt naughty. Here she was teasing her Dom while he casually fingered her ass and made her squeal.
She relaxed into it, and pushed herself back, taking his finger in deeper as he thrust in.
“Starting to enjoy yourself?”
Katrina froze. “I’m sorry, Sir. I shouldn’t have moved.”
“If moving is how you’re going to tell me that you’re enjoying this, then I want you to move. As long as you accept that I might do this.” He tightened his grip on her hip, rendering her immobile and fucked his finger in and out of her hard and fast.
She gasped and squirmed, but couldn’t get away, as he fucked her until his other knuckles were pressing hard against her pussy with each thrust.
“Sir, Sir, please.”
“Please what?”
“I…I…” She wasn’t going to come. Despite her past this felt too foreign and intrusive to make her come outright, but his domination was notching her arousal, which had faded, back up towards the crisis point.
“Now the plug.”
His finger withdrew, stimulating the sensitive nerves on the inside of her ass as it left her body. She straightened her back, resting her muscles for a moment.
His hand covered her spine and pressed down. “Maintain your posture.”
“Yes, Sir.” The rebuke felt good. Only a Dom would expect her to maintain this difficult posture.
He doesn’t care that this is hurting your back. He doesn’t want to listen to you or care for y
ou. If you can’t be what he wants and give him what he wants, he’ll hurt you.
The nasty little voice invaded her head. It was the voice that made her want to jerk to her feet, whirl on him, and tell him he was an inconsiderate ass. It was the voice that had kept her from seeking out a play partner. It was the voice that had kept her safe after her divorce.
Then the tip of a cool, smooth plug pressed against her ass and the voice was silenced. Silenced by her need to submit, her need to experience these things most people could consider perverse and cruel.
“I want you to relax. Rest your weight on your shoulders. Relax your back, let my hand hold you in position. That’s it.” His voice was soft and crooning. Now it coaxed instead of commanded. “You’re taking this beautifully. A little more now. It’s stretching you and it’s so sexy. Your pretty ass wants this, doesn’t it?”
“Oh yes, yes, Sir. I want you to plug my ass and fuck me and then fuck my ass and—”
“I’m going to do all that and more. I’m going to use you and play with you.”
Katrina hummed in pleasure and arousal. Her anus was stretching as he pushed the plug in, but it was a sweet burn.
“Does this hurt?”
“A little bit, Sir.”
“Do you want it to hurt more?”
Did she? If she said yes and he added pain to the mix would that tip her out of this submissive headspace she’d worked so hard to find? There was only one way to find out.
“I think so.” She took a breath, then tried to blow out her tension, readied herself to be open and accepting. “Yes, Sir. I want you to hurt me.”
Master Dante thrust the plug in all the way. Her anus was forced to expand, and Katrina screamed in shock as her muscle tried to keep the invader out and then was forced to yield to the cool glass and his strength.
The plug slid home, her pulsing anus tightening around the neck. Katrina let out a sob. Oh that had hurt. It felt so good.
Dante slid his arms under her waist and pulled her up. He sat on the floor, his back against the seat of the chair, and cuddled her on his lap.
“That was so damned hot. You took that beautifully. Thank you, Katrina.”
She shivered in his arms, her anus still pulsing. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Spread your legs for me. That’s it, good, good. I don’t want your legs closed unless you’re walking.”
Katrina buried her head against his neck and opened, parting her knees so her wet, throbbing pussy was exposed.
“Do you know why I want you to keep your legs spread?”
“Because it reminds me that my pussy is yours to play with.”
Dante chuckled and kissed her head. “Oh yes, there’s that. But it’s to keep you from turning in on yourself and getting lost in thought. I want you to stay here with me.” He slid his hand up her thigh. “Plus it keeps your pussy exposed for me.”
Katrina relaxed. “Thank you, Sir. I was going to get lost in my own thoughts.”
“Then lean on me and let me free you and keep you safe.”
Tears prickled her eyes. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Let it go, Katrina.”
That was the permission she needed. Katrina clung to him, one arm over his shoulder, clenching the back of his shirt, the other clinging to his forearm, above the hand that gripped her hip.
He stroked her back with his other hand, murmuring to her all the while. “Let go. I’ve got you. You’re safe. You’re mine. Let go.”
Katrina sobbed because it had been so long since she’d had a man hold her, and even longer since she’d engaged in BDSM play that allowed her to reach this peaceful place where it was safe to let out all the emotion she’d bottled up.
Eventually her tears dried and she went quiet in his arms. More time passed, and Master Dante was apparently happy to do nothing more than have her on his lap. Katrina shifted slightly, the plug in her ass making itself know.
“Reach out and grab the ruler off that chair.”
Katrina bit her lip, but obeyed. She offered it to him. Dante released her hip and picked up the ruler. He held it up. There were matching crescents of bite marks embossed into each side.
“You clenched your teeth.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Naughty girl.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I’m not.” He leaned to the side slightly so she could see his expression as he wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Katrina relaxed and picked up the teasing. “You’re not? But I disobeyed, Sir.”
“Exactly. That means I get to punish you.”
“Oh no!” Katrina placed the back of her wrist on her forehead. “Whatever will I do?”
“Do you want to know what your punishment will be?”
“I do, Sir.”
“Can’t you guess?”
Katrina smiled. “I think you’re going to flog me.”
Dante gasped in mock shock. “How did you know?” The teasing faded from his face and his eyes went hot with arousal. “I’m going to flog you, Katrina.”
Katrina licked her lower lip. “Yes, please, Sir.”
“But first I’m going to kiss you.”
Chapter 6
Kiss her?
He shouldn’t kiss her.
Kissing was what vanilla couples did. They started with kissing and then, if they were lucky, ended with anal sex. At least that’s what he thought. It had been a very long time since he’d had a vanilla relationship.
Katrina looked like she needed a kiss. There was something going on with her. She was well behaved and lovely, yet there were hints of defiance. Not brattiness. He knew and enjoyed brats. This was something more.
Dante was a man who trusted his instincts, and his instincts said kiss her.
She licked her lower lip a second time and that settled it. He pressed his lips to hers. He held her still with a hand on the back of her neck. It was a movie kiss—he didn’t move, simply fit his lips against hers, letting her feel the intimacy of the moment. She didn’t seem surprised by the kiss, which made him think her ex had kissed her.
Well of course he’d kissed her. She’d been married to him.
Dante wanted to deepen the kiss, to stroke her tongue with his own and nip her lower lip, but he wouldn’t, because her reaction to the kiss worried him.
If she was used to a Dom who was also her husband, kissing might make this more complicated and difficult for her. He didn’t want to do that. If he was topping her it was his job to protect her, even if that mean protecting her from her own past.
He stroked her lower lip with his thumb. “Are you ready for your flogging?”
Katrina shivered and dropped her eyes. “If it pleases you to flog me now, Sir.”
“It does please me to flog you. You have a lovely ass.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“While I get ready, I want you to keep your legs spread. Now spread your pussy open with two fingers, so you can feel the air on your clit.” She obeyed, leaning back slightly as she reached between her legs with two fingers and opened her labia. He crouched, peering between her legs to make sure she wasn’t stroking her clit.
Her vagina was pearly pink and slick with arousal. Her index and ring fingers of her right hand held her pussy open, her sweet little clit exposed and vulnerable.
“You have a lovely pussy. You’re tempting me to abandon my plan.”
Dante rose and went to the dresser, selecting some simple nylon and velcro cuffs and rope. One of the reasons he loved this room was that the empty wall of wine racks was basically a wall of restraint points, and the options were endless.
Deciding to go traditional, he anchored the ropes in spots that would have her arms up and out and legs spread wide, in the same position the Saint Andrew’s cross would put her in. Once that was ready, he looked at Katrina, who still knelt, pussy exposed and vulnerable.
“Come here, Katrina.”
Katrina rose, and this time it was less graceful than it had been the f
irst times. He wondered if it was fatigue or arousal that made her awkward.
She walked up to him, gaze on the floor, but chin high and shoulders thrown back. He put one hand on her back to guide her into position, her front side against the racks.
“Legs spread. Right foot over two inches. Excellent. I’m going to bind you in place with Velcro restraints.” As he spoke he dropped to his knees and fastened the black cuffs around her ankles. “They’re attached to the wine rack with rope. This is not a quick release binding.”
He rose, and tapped her shoulders with two fingers on each hand. It was a bit of a test. As he’d expected, she raised her arms, looking side to side to make sure her wrists were positioned as close to the dangling restrains as possible.
“If you need to use ‘red’ during the session it will take me between one and three minutes to free you.” He ran his hands up her left arm, from shoulder to wrist, then strapped her in. “If you say ‘yellow’ I will pause the flogging, and will adjust your position if that’s why you need to pause.” He repeated the motion with her right arm. “However, again, it will take several minutes for me to make adjustments. Do you understand?” He stepped back.
“Yes, Sir. If I need to pause or end the session I have to be prepared to wait to be released.”
Dante stroked her hair, then pushed it forward over her right shoulder. Her back was a pale canvas, waiting for him.
He picked up the flogger, trailed the falls through his fingers. A deep sense of calm stole through him. The rest of the world was far away. Right now there was nothing and no one except him and his submissive, and this moment they inhabited.
Once more, he practiced with the flogger, making sure he knew the balance. He eyed her back, planning out a strike pattern. He could picture what she’d look like when he was done—her back painted red.
Marked.
His.
* * *
Katrina heard Master Dante take a measured breath, and she did the same. His warning about the restraints—these were not safety breakaway restraints she might be able to free herself from, he hadn’t rigged them for a quick release—made the bondage all the more delicious. This was what it meant to be truly bound—bondage in its most primitive and dangerous form.