by Andi Madden
A slight red mark appeared on her butt cheek.
It would leave no doubt in her mind that she was helpless, that she had to fully submit to me. That she had no choice in the matter.
“Do you want to please me?” I asked her and gave the leash another tug, made her sway slightly. “Do you want to suck my cock?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
Crouching, I seized her by her neck and tugged her head up, forcing her to look at me. “What a disgusting whore you are.”
Even to my own ears, I sounded cruel.
I unbuckled my belt, pushed my pants down. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I gave myself a stroke. And because she made me fucking weak, I pushed my cock between her eager lips.
I closed my eyes for a moment, fisting my hand into her hair. I pushed deep into her throat, heard her gag.
“Take me deeper, “I said, and she did.
My balls grew taut, and I allowed myself two more deep thrust, then stopped.
She licked her lips when pulled her head away from me.
My cock rested heavy against my stomach, glistening wet from her mouth.
I was ready to come all over her beautiful face, but what I needed more was to play with her, to make her come first, to give her what she wanted before I took what was mine.
I pulled my pants up again, grimacing because not coming was a bitch.
She spread her thighs, just a little, giving me more to look at.
I stroked the riding crop lightly over her breasts. Gave her rosy nipples little sharp flicks. I reached between her legs, stroked my fingers through her folds. Her inner thighs were sweaty and her pussy so deliciously wet.
She wanted me in her, wanted me to order her on her stomach so I could fuck her from behind.
Or maybe that was just what I wanted.
She’d feel so good, hot and tight.
I let the flat tip of the riding crop travel over her stomach.
Pointing with the riding crop to the bed, I said, “Get your pussy over there.”
She rose to one knee, attempting to stand.
I hard tug at the choker was enough to bring her down on her knees again. Tears shot into her eyes. The smack I wielded had her crying out. There was nothing teasing about how I had brought the crop against her ass.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, then crawled on all fours toward the bed.
I stayed behind her, leash in hand, and if possible, I’d gotten even harder.
“Stop,” I said, giving her a light tap with the crop. “On the bed, and on your stomach.”
After she did as I’d told her, she grabbed one of the pillows and hugged her arms around it. She snuck her face into the pillow, but arched her back slightly.
I loved looking at her ass. It begged to be grabbed and kneaded and spanked.
“Spread your legs,” I said, slapping her inner thighs with the crop.
I moved behind her on the bed, between her legs.
She arched her back more, pushing up her ass more when I stroked the tip of the crop over the slick folds of her cunt. The pillow she stuck her face in didn’t muffle her moan.
I slipped the crop’s small leather paddle between her folds and turned it, spreading her open.
She was already spread out beautifully on the bed.
But something was definitely missing.
I got up the bed, opened the drawer where I kept her toys and took out the rope I’d gotten her after she’d first been with me. It’s texture was smooth, flexible, wouldn’t scratch her skin.
She lifted her head when I stepped close to the bed. Her gaze was drawn to the rope in my hand and a strange expression crossed her face, a mix between fear and excitement.
“You’ll like it,” I said quietly. “Stretch out your arms.”
Without hesitation, she did.
I tied the pieces of rope around the corners of the bed, and then made quick work of her wrists, quick work of her ankles.
When I was done, she was tied up perfectly, and was perfectly spread out for me.
Kicking off my shoes, I pulled my shirt over my head. Dropped my pants to the floor. I wanted to feel every hot inch of skin of hers.
The mattress dipped as I moved behind her, between her knees. I placed my left hand on the small of her back. She trembled beneath me, a soft shudder that went all across her body.
“Feeling helpless, my pet,” I asked, palming her pussy with my right hand.
“Yes,” she said quietly, “I don’t know if I like it.”
I rubbed her pussy, stroked her clit with my middle finger until she writhed beneath me.
I held her down with my left hand as she tried to raise her ass away from the bed. Her shudder changed to a tremble. Her hoarse groans rang of pleasure, too much pleasure. Before she could come, I stopped fingering her and slapped her ass hard.
“Don’t come until I tell you too.”
A sharp intake of breath from her, then she nodded.
I wrapped my hand around my dick, stroked myself with her wetness still clinging to my hand.
“I can see every inch of you,” I said quietly. “Every inch of your pretty spread-out self.” I ran my fingers along the crack of her ass, over her butthole, just so she knew that I might eventually have that part of her too. “Would you like me to fuck you up the ass?”
“If it pleases you,” she said, sounding almost defiant.
I grinned. She’d not like me up her ass. I was too big. But there were other toys we could try. For a moment, I imagining her lying in front of me, gagged, tied up, with a plug up her ass. And me fucking that pussy of hers. She’d feel so fucking tight.
She writhed against the sheets, just in much need for release as I was. It would make it so much better when I finally let her come.
But not yet, not yet.
I laid down on her, covering her from head to toe. My cock slipped between her legs, and I rubbed myself against her. Air went out of her lungs as my weight pressed her deeper into the mattress.
She smelled sweet and sweaty as I buried my nose against the side of her head.
“How does it feel now,” I whispered next to her ear. “You can’t move, can’t leave whatever I might do to you. And now you can hardly breathe.”
Her breathing became ragged as I pressed her deeper into the mattress, rubbing my cock harder against her. I bit into her shoulder lightly, and guided myself into her.
Slick heat wrapped around my cock, her muscles clamping down on me.
We both groaned, my hoarse voice louder than hers. For a few deep, slow thrusts, we moved in unison caught up in our lust.
She breathed out with a sob that turned into a high-pitched cry every time I thrust hard into her. Lust clouded my mind, control slipped away.
She came, her muscles contracting in convulsions around my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, and pull out of her before I come too.
My balls hurt like a bitch and the need to come so intense I could feel anger rising in me hot and quick.
“I didn’t give you permission to come,” I said quietly and I can feel her stiffen below me, her thighs still trembling.
I brought my hand down, smacked her ass.
Too hard.
I could hear the pain in her voice when she screamed out.
She sobbed a true heartfelt sob that should make me feel gentler toward my little pet, but did not.
“I’m sorry,” she said, repeating it over and over again.
I smacked her ass again, just as hard, and heard her sob again.
I stopped when I realized that I wasn’t in control anymore, that I was losing my temper.
I stood up from the bed, needing to clear my head. I walked out of the room, leaving her bound on the bed, but not before slipping a blindfold over her eyes.
Leaving her alone in the room was wrong of me, yet I did it anyway.
Because hell, she made me lose control and leaving her blindfolded and bound on my bed gave me
the kind of sick satisfaction I wanted.
She was the most luscious toy I’d ever had.
And it was time to broaden her horizon. Time to make her experience something that was sure to push her boundaries, cross them even.
We’d see if she liked the punishment I had in mind for her.
I knew I should be careful not to break her, but, fuck it, she’d get such a fucking adrenaline rush, she’d be unable to ever forget the experience.
Chapter Eleven
Jules
The bliss of the orgasm had long subsided.
The pain too.
I imaged the skin on my butt glowing red from his spanking.
My tears had long dried.
He’d frightened me, for a moment.
It wasn’t that I was uncomfortable, lying on the bed, tied up. But I was anticipating his return with a flutter of nerves. Nerves, and something that felt like anticipation.
I knew that I should want to get the hell out of his house.
But all I wanted was for him to return, to talk to me, touch me, spank me, fuck me. To make me cry or moan or needy beyond any kind of sexual want I’d ever felt in my life. I’d even prefer a hard spanking again over being left alone.
It felt almost unnatural, the way I wanted to please him, to hear his voice change from harsh to gentle whisper. To feel his hand giving me a soft stroke.
I’d wanted him, and wanted him to use me however he pleased.
I tensed involuntarily when I heard the door open. I cursed the blindfold, being unable to see him was annoying but at the same time, it made my heart race.
And my heart almost stopped when I heard not one, but two male voices.
Chapter Twelve
Tom
I’d made a phone call, calling in a favor of a guy I’d met in a club a few months ago. I’d joined him in a scene with his wife—the wifey liked to be watched. He was cool and I trusted him. Key was, he wouldn’t recognize Jules, ‘cause he wasn’t a local.
He was almost too eager to stop by my house—I’d painted my little pet as an eager submissive who had requested this setup—just as his wife once had.
But what I had with Jules was different. She wasn’t my lover, girlfriend or wife. She had not asked to be shown off to strangers.
I walked to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. She trembled beneath my touch, and the muscles on her legs flexed as if she wanted to jump up and run.
I leaned down to her, close to her ear.
“We have a visitor, my pet,” I said quietly. “He will watch you. He will watch how you spread your legs for me. How I hold you by your hips. How I fuck you. And you will not say a word, understood?”
Her lips parted, as if searching for words, and then she nodded.
“Good,” I said. “You will please me, won’t you? Will do as I say?”
She nodded again, her breath coming faster.
I untied her, took off the ropes from her wrists and ankles. I left the blindfold over her eyes—I didn’t want her to look at the guy watching her.
“On the floor,” I said, helping her off the bed. “Sit on your heels.”
I gathered her hands behind her back, securing her wrists loosely with the rope.
I turned around to the guy.
His gaze was drawn to naked, bound and blindfolded, luscious Jules.
I saw his eyes widen, and for a moment, I feared he knew Jules after all.
“Beautiful,” he said. “You lucky bastard.”
His gaze run over Jules again, and I could hear his breath quicken. Jules turned him on—of course she did. He hadn’t recognized. He was hard for her.
It was as if something hit me in the gut. I bit down on my teeth, but relaxed my hands. I’d balled them to fists.
Fuck.
I worked my hand through my hair, trying to get a grip on myself. Who would have thought that I hated how he looked at her?
There wasn’t a possessive bone in my body. Never had been. I’d shared women in the past without breaking into a jealous sweat.
Fuck.
“Take that chair,” I said and pointed. “You can watch my little whore from there.”
My point was clear.
Don’t fucking touch Jules.
He nodded, took the chair, sat down.
The guy was used to being a voyeur, being invited into a scene, he knew that he was only there to watch her.
I shouldn’t worry about him touching her, but I did. Didn’t like how his hooded gaze took in the nakedness of her, how his gaze lingered on the base of her throat. On her full boobs. The asshole was probably thinking about fucking her mouth while her boobs were moving to his thrusts.
Fuck.
I needed to stop with the jealousness bullshit.
But she was absolutely gorgeous in her helplessness.
And she was all mine.
I took in the sight of her myself. Her heavy boobs, the disheveled hair, the blindfold masking her eyes so my gaze was drawn to her full lips. Her chest rose and fell fast, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as if knowing how fucking sexy that was.
I knew she was as aroused just as I was—I could read her, could feel her excitement mixed with a good dose of nerves and possibly fear.
She was shaking visibly, strung so high as if she’d explode into pieces if I touched her.
But she sat on her knees like a good girl, not saying a word.
I’d make her lose her train of thought, so she could enjoy the pleasure I was going to give her.
I picked up the riding crop, slapped it against my leg.
She tensed as I closed my hand around her breast and twisted her nipple.
I unzipped my pants.
She licked her lips, anticipating, knowing what I would make her do.
It was fucking bliss to get my hard-on out of my pants. I fisted my hand into her hair, pulled her forward.
“He’ll watch you,” I said. “How you suck my cock.”
I was aware of the guy behind us, how he watched as she opened her mouth for me.
I pushed my cock between her lips. Her moan vibrated against the base of my cock and my balls grew tighter.
“Now be a good girl and take me deeper,” I said, and she did. I pushed my cock in even farther. I fucked her mouth, my thrusts growing faster and brutal, my own groans ringing in my ears.
She made a noise of protest when I pulled out of her mouth and stepped away from her. Her breath was leaving her lungs in hard gasps.
I gave her a push against her shoulder, not too hard. “Back on the bed. Our guest wants to see how you get spanked.”
I helped her up, cursing myself for not having given her a pillow for her knees. The skin on her legs where she’d knelt was too red.
I arranged her face down, ass up, just as I liked it myself.
I brought my hand down on her ass, loving the sound it made when it connected with her skin.
I reached between her legs.
Fuck.
If I’d any doubts of her getting a kick out of being watched, I had my answer now. She was slickly wet, my finger sliding easily over her folds.
“You like this, don’t you,” I said, my words just meant for her.
She nodded and rocked against my hand, her bound hands resting on the small of her back a beautiful sight.
“Such a good girl,” I said quietly. “Maybe I should let him fuck you.”
She stopped rocking against my hand, her hands clenching to fists but she didn’t protest, didn’t tell me to fuck off.
“No,” I said and she imperceptibly shook her head. “But maybe it pleases me, to watch how another man fucks you. Fucks my pretty little pet. You’d like that, whore that you are.”
A hard shiver went through her and she started rocking against my hand again.
I had the suspicion she would not fight it, would not fight being fucked by a stranger she hadn’t even laid eyes on.
Because I demanded it.
I heard the g
uy clear his throat.
Yeah, he would fuck her in a heartbeat.
I ignored him.
No one would fuck Jules besides me tonight. No one besides me would feel the heat of her pussy, the snug fit, how she trembled when she came.
I had to have her, had to be inside her. My balls ached so fucking much. I needed to fuck her hard and hear her sob with need.
“Hell,” the guy behind us said. “Fuck her good, she deserves a hard ride.”
He laughed quietly, a rough sound that told me just how horny the guy was for Jules.
Fuck him.
Moving onto the bed, I knelt behind her. I held her down with one hand and pushed her legs further apart with my knee. I buried my face against her pussy, breathed in the sweet smell. My tongue slipped into her hot center.
“Please,” she said, whispered it, but I heard her. “Please.”
I straightened up and wrapped my hand around my cock. My breath came hard as my cock slipped between her legs, rubbing over her clit.
I guided the thick head into her and grabbed hold of her bound hands. I pulled her closer to my groin and thrust deeper into her pussy.
I paused or I’d come right there, with her tight, slick heat wrapped around me like a vice.
I began to fuck her in raw and hard strokes. I reached forward and wrapped my arms around her, covering her breasts in my hands.
“You’re allowed to come for me,” I said against her back.
I rolled her nipples in my fingers while I pumped my cock into her. And with each stroke I twisted her breasts a little harder. Her pussy clenched around me while I pounded into her.
My hand closed around her neck, grasping the necklace, reminding her that I had put it around her neck.
That she was mine.
I could feel her pussy convulsing around my cock, heard her long, low moan as she came, her orgasm hard and long and milking my cock.
I couldn’t control myself anymore, another thrust and I came in hot bursts that made me almost lose consciousness it felt so fucking good to finally give in.
For a few heartbeats, I rested my forehead against her back. Then I pulled out of her and removed the rope around her wrists.
She stretched out on my bed.
“I’ll see you downstairs,” the guy said. “Can’t stay long though. The wife is waiting at home.” He laughed and I could just imagine that when he came home he would be ready for some action.