Twisted Love

by JB Duvane

  Besides, I wanted to see that ass jiggle.

  I walked across the room to the wall where my whips and paddles were displayed. I decided on a medium-sized wooden paddle for this first session. Just enough to bring some color to those cheeks and show her what she was in for. If she couldn’t take this sort of play, it was best to know now.

  I returned to Amber’s swollen, dripping pussy that was displayed in front of me right at cock height. My member ached to enter that warm abyss, but I forced myself to stop.

  I like to insert a vibrator inside a woman when I’m paddling her. The internal stimulation usually causes her to gyrate and squirm while I’m going about my work. But today, I thought it would be more intimate if I used my fingers. I entered her pussy one more time to make sure I had enough lubrication, then I plunged two fingers deep in Amber’s asshole. She screamed out in pleasure, bucking her hips and raising her ass in a way that told me she would enjoy having my cock enter that tight, forbidden hole.

  I’d mentioned the paddle earlier, but I knew she had no idea when it was coming, and I wanted it to be a surprise, so I didn’t say a word about it until I brought it down on her round ass.

  My fingers were still inside her and I felt her grip me hard when the smack echoed through the room.

  Amber let out a scream and her entire body tensed up, but she didn’t say a word. I put the paddle down next to her and caressed the red mark on her ass cheek while I continued to fuck her asshole with my fingers. Within seconds Amber’s ass was tilted up again and she was moaning. Just what I wanted to hear.

  I continued to smack Amber’s ass and fuck her asshole with my fingers for a good fifteen minutes when her voice startled me out of my hypnotic haze.

  “Oh God, Damon, I want you inside me.”

  I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking it back so I could speak directly into her ear. “I’ll be the one to make that decision. I tell you when you’ll be honored with the privilege of having my cock inside you.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice quivered and her ass pressed up into me.

  I couldn’t take this torture any longer. Her desire for me was evident in the way she pressed herself against my cock as it moved up and down her soaking wet slit. “You naughty little slut, tempting me with that perfect asshole. You know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “Tell me. Tell me what I’m going to do to you.”

  Amber squirmed around underneath me before answering. “You’re going to fuck me in the ass.”

  My hips thrust into her, rubbing my rock-hard cock over that sensitive brown hole while she whimpered and moaned. “Yes. I’m going to stick my cock inside that asshole of yours, but I’m going to untie your arms first. I want you to make yourself come while I’m inside you, Amber. I want to feel your asshole quiver and convulse while I bury myself deep inside you.”

  “Okay,” she gasped.

  I yanked the fistful of hair I still held in my hand to remind her who was in control.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  I removed the straps from around her wrists and upper arms, then moved her hand underneath her. I knew from experience that the muscles grow weak after being bound for even a short time, and it was always a good idea to move the limbs where I wanted them.

  I gripped my cock in my hand, watching it slide up and down over her pussy juices one more time before I plunged the head into her asshole.

  I knew it would be much more than she was used to. The substantial size of my cock had been mentioned on more than one occasion. But I made sure that Amber had been very well opened up.

  I pushed the head in slowly, the tightness of her virgin sphincter almost too much for me to take.

  “Oh God!” she screamed, the fingers of her left hand gripping the velvet bedspread. “Oh my God, Damon!”

  After the head was in, I put my hands on both of her ass cheeks and I watched my thick cock disappear inside her. “Oh Jesus, Amber, you feel incredible.”

  Amber’s fingers furiously worked her clit and her asshole flexed rhythmically around my cock.

  Every time I looked down, I was astounded by how wide she was stretched open. Her asshole hugged my cock tightly as if it were trying to swallow me whole.

  “I need more of you, Damon. I want you to fuck me deeper.”

  I moved my hands so that my weight was on the mattress and I slammed myself into her with every ounce of strength I had. Amber screamed my name over and over while her fingers worked her clit, but when she went silent I knew she was seconds from coming.

  When I heard that deep, guttural moan escape from her throat, waves of tingles spread throughout my body. It was the most intoxicating sound I’d ever heard. Immediately after that Amber’s asshole started convulsing around my cock and I had no choice but to come at the same time. I gripped Amber’s hips and buried my cock deep inside her, feeling her muscles massage me and milk the come right out of me.

  I couldn’t slam into her any deeper since I was already in up to the hilt, but my body kept thrusting, trying in vain to gain just one more inch. My orgasm lasted longer than any I could remember and I knew it was because of her. I’d waited so long to be with Amber, and it was better than I could have possibly imagined.

  When the intensity died down and I was able to move again, I pulled out of her. I heard her call out, then moan, but she didn’t open her eyes or move.

  “I’m releasing your straps, but we’re not through. Do you understand?”

  Amber didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure if she was still conscious, but if she was I had plans for that pussy.

  “Amber?”

  “Yes.” She said in a weak voice. “I’m … I’m not sure.”

  “You’re not sure about what?”

  “I don’t know if I can keep going.”

  “Are you giving me your safe word?”

  Amber was silent for another long moment. “No.”

  “Okay, then.”

  I unbuckled the leather cuffs that held Amber’s legs apart and moved them together, while rolling her body onto the bed. She looked up at me in a daze. “How can you keep going?” she asked.

  “I can keep going because of you,” I said, kissing her soft lips.

  I walked across the room to an adjacent bathroom and cleaned myself up a bit, then came back in and stood at the foot of the bed.

  I touched her feet gently, massaging and warming them, then I spread them apart. Amber watched me as I got on top of her, my cock ready for her again.

  I ran my tongue down her neck, then kept going until I got to her breasts. The nipples were still standing straight up, asking for attention. I was far from satisfied. I couldn’t get enough of her. And my cock hadn’t tasted her sweet pussy yet. There was no way I could stop now.

  I sucked and played with her nipples while I rubbed my cock between her thighs. I could feel her grinding against me, searching for my thick cock and moaning for more. I looked up and saw the fire in her eyes, once again blazing for me.

  Amber’s eyes bared everything to me. I could see her hunger for what I’d already done to her and for what she knew I was about to do to her.

  I watched her eyes as I slid my cock inside her. They closed halfway and she moved her head back, grinding it into the pillow.

  “Oh God, yes,” she moaned.

  “That’s my good girl,” I said as I picked up speed. I moved into her more gently than before, but I could feel her need. She gripped my ass with her hands and wrapped her legs around me.

  “Fuck me harder, Damon. Please!”

  I leaned back and grabbed both of her legs, pushing them forward and into her chest. I watched as her breasts popped up in between them, jiggling and bouncing with each movement. I wedged my thighs under her ass and continued to thrust into her, my cock going deeper than ever before.

  “Damon, you’re amazing! You feel so good inside me!”

  I could see that
she needed to be filled full. That she needed me deep inside her as much as I needed to feel her surrounding me. I pinned her legs down and gave it to her as deep and hard as I could. “You love this, don’t you? You want to be filled with my cock,” I growled.

  She looked up into my eyes, giving herself over to me even more. “Yes, Master.”

  Those words were all I needed. I was ready to let everything go. “Come for me,” I commanded. “Come for me right now.”

  Amber arched her back and lost control. Her body bucked and spasmed underneath me while her pussy gripped my cock like a fist. I groaned deeply as she screamed my name. Amber’s pussy tightened, clenching down on me and swallowing me up in her sexual juices. I groaned, loving the way her pussy felt as she came, still plowing into her deeply.

  When she stilled, I pulled out of her and moved to her side, not able to tear my eyes away from her peaceful beauty.

  “You called me master,” I said when I watched her eyes open. “What made you say that?”

  Amber smiled, and I was sure that if her face hadn’t already been flushed from sex she would have been blushing. “I don’t know. It just felt right.”

  “Well, that was the cherry on top of the most incredible experience I’ve ever had with a new sub. I was right before. You’re absolutely perfect, Amber. There was only one thing missing.”

  “What’s that?” she asked, an alarmed look passing across her face.

  “Next time I’m going to come all over that hot ass of yours.”

  Amber giggled and snuggled up close to me and we stayed in each other’s arms like that for hours.

  Amber

  Chapter 10

  I remember Damon getting up in the early morning, kissing me on the forehead, and saying “Stay asleep, my pet.”

  There wasn’t an ounce of strength left in me to get up and I immediately drifted back to my dreams. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, though. No one had ever called me pet before, and somehow Damon not only got away with it, but when it came from him, I absolutely loved the way it sounded. I was pretty sure he was going to get away with a lot of things.

  I woke to birds chirping, a cool breeze flowing over the soft blankets, and the morning light streaming through. It wasn’t until I saw the balcony doors that I realized I was in a different room. He had to have carried me up to the master suite while I was asleep.

  The night before seemed like it couldn’t possibly have happened. It was just too wild. Too surreal. The fact that Damon wasn’t there made it seem all the more unbelievable.

  Just where had he gone to? I got up, walking over to the balcony on wobbly, and very sore, post-sex legs. I smiled at the feeling. The completely and utterly used sensation that meant that Damon had been inside me. Multiple times and in multiple holes. I managed to catch myself on the door, peering outside at the mist curling up into the trees.

  It was a beautiful sight. Was all of this land his? Judging by the private jet and this sprawling mansion, I didn’t doubt he owned all of the land surrounding it too, even the tall mountains in the distance.

  Peering over the balcony, I saw an ornate courtyard with a pool of Koi fish. I made a note to check that out later, along with the rest of this magnificent house.

  “Good morning.”

  I turned around and saw Damon standing in the doorway. He was already dressed in a suit and tie, not a hair out of place. Did he ever wear casual clothes? I loved this look, but I also wouldn’t mind seeing him in a t-shirt and jeans with tousled hair, like it was last night after … everything.

  That image aroused me, of Damon in a tight t-shirt. But maybe it was just him standing in front of me again that made my pussy tingle with desire.

  “Where’d you go so early?”

  “Sorry to leave you alone after such an amazing night,” he said as he crossed the room and put his arms around me. “There was an emergency I had to take care of.”

  “Is everything okay?”

  I didn’t doubt him, but I wondered what kind of emergency he could have had. Family maybe? Surely not a business emergency.

  “Yes, everything is fine. Did you sleep well?”

  “Better than I have in years. Decades, even.” I snapped out of my after-sex haze and remembered Damon asking me to stay. But that was last night during dinner. So much had happened since then and I didn’t know if things had gone as well for him as they had for me.

  I wondered if maybe he was trying to find a polite way out of his invitation with this whole emergency thing. “I should probably get my things together. Is there a car service I can take—“

  “Wait,” Damon said, looking down at me with a furrowed brow. “I thought you were going to stay.”

  “Well, I never actually agreed to it. Besides, it sounds like you have your hands full. I don’t want to be in the way.”

  There was a knock on the bedroom door and Damon told Victor to come in.

  “Sir, there’s something else that needs your attention.”

  Damon sighed, those fiery eyes that were just on me turning cold.

  “Must I deal with it now?”

  “I’m afraid so. It’s part of the earlier … emergency.”

  “Ah yes, the emergency. Can’t those people figure anything out on their own?” Damon rubbed his chin and ran his hand through his hair, messing it up a little in the process. He looked back at me. “Don’t go. I want you to stay. I’ll take care of this problem and we can have a lovely week together.”

  “I’ll have to call in and see if I can take my vacation on such short notice,” I said, still unsure if I should stay or not.

  “You can use the phone in here, if you like,” he said, gesturing to a phone on a sitting table in the bedroom.

  “No, that’s fine. I have my cell phone.”

  I paused a moment, wondering if they were both going to stand in the room while I made the call to my office. “Should I call now?” I asked, feeling like I was on stage.

  “I’m sorry,” Damon said with a laugh. “Take your time. I do have to leave for a bit, though. While I’m gone, Victor can take you into town for lunch and anything else you’d like. I’ll be back this afternoon, and I’d love to find you here when I return.”

  I smiled up at Damon. I definitely wanted to see those eyes looking down at me again. “I’ll be here.”

  He turned to Victor. “Take her anywhere she wants to go. And make sure she has whatever she needs. Probably some clothes and toiletries?”

  “Of course, Sir.”

  He turned back to me. “I’m sure you need to buy some things for your stay while you’re out.”

  “I … well, I supposed I could use a few things.”

  “Victor will take care of it. Anything you want.”

  “Damon, I don’t need you to buy me anything.”

  “Too late,” he said with a grin. “Your money’s no good here.”

  Damon gave me a final kiss, right in front of Victor—which felt a little odd—then strode out the door.

  “I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready, Miss.”

  “You can call me Amber.”

  “Amber,” Victor said, then turned and followed Damon down the hall. I made a quick call to my office and managed to convince my supervisor that there was a family emergency. I informed them that I wouldn’t be back for at least a week and hung up.

  When I stepped into the bathroom again, I remembered how it felt to take a shower with Damon watching. It made me laugh now, thinking how insecure I was that he didn’t want to jump me afterword, considering what went on in that cellar. A lot of my fears and insecurities had lessened overnight. Although I still wasn’t entirely convinced that I was as perfect as he kept telling me I was.

  But in that moment, the thing that overshadowed all my fears was the burning need to be with Damon.

  I moved my hands over my body while I showered, remembering how Damon had caressed and stroked me, then paddled me and brought me to an epic climax. Twice. I’d never come
twice in one night in my life. No man ever seemed to be interested enough in what got me off. But Damon was so different.

  It was almost as if he were studying my body, memorizing the ways that I responded to him so that he knew exactly the right thing to do.

  I finished up and quickly threw on my outfit, unfortunately the same dress I’d worn to the reunion the night before. I laughed when I thought about standing in the old high school gym with Damon. That ridiculous event seemed like months ago.

  I did my hair, then went downstairs to find Victor. A strange feeling of otherworldliness grabbed ahold of me as I looked around in the daylight. I couldn’t believe this castle belonged to Damon, and that I was here with him.

  “Would you like any breakfast, Amber?” Victor had walked up behind me while I admired an antique portrait in the foyer.

  I spun around quickly, startled by his silent movements.

  “No, thank you. I’m fine.”

  “Very well, are you ready to head out?”

  “Yes, I’m ready. Where exactly are we going?”

  “A few stores in town, then lunch, if you’d like. The limo is waiting just outside.” Victor held his hand out for me to walk ahead of him. We went out the massive front door and a long black car waited at the bottom of the stairs, a different chauffeur from the night before waiting next to it.

  “Is Damon still here?” I asked, curious about the limo and driver.

  “No, he left about an hour ago. Would you like to contact him?” he said, reaching into his jacket pocket.

  “No, no. I was just wondering how he left if the limo was still here.”

  “Mr. Andrews has more than one limousine and driver. As well as a number of vehicles he drives himself.”

  “Of course,” I said, ducking into the back seat and sliding across to make room for Victor.

  Before entering the limo, Victor said something to the driver. The man nodded, then closed the back door and got in up front. He raised the separating glass and we were off. I had no idea, once again, what was in store for me, but I was much less apprehensive than I had been the day before. This was turning out to be one of the most interesting vacations I’d ever taken.