by Maria Monroe
“So he’s kind of an asshole?” asked Bella.
“He’s my best friend.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be. What I mean is that he’s my best friend, and he treats me well, and I trust him implicitly. But with other people, women especially, he can be, well, ruthless.”
“It’s only for a few weeks, though. And then it’s over. We go our separate ways.”
Charles looked at her with sympathy in his eyes, the way you’d look at someone who just doesn’t get it. “Be careful, babe. That’s all I’m saying. If you insist on continuing through with your… deal… then be careful.”
“I will. Promise,” said Bella. But she wasn’t quite sure she understood exactly what he meant. And she wasn’t sure she cared. She’d had a taste of Kane, and in a small part of her mind she was aware that with him she’d become more alive than ever before. She and Kane hadn’t had sex. That wasn’t what their ‘relationship’ was about. Still, it had been more sexually satisfying than any encounter she’d ever had before. The unintentional orgasm she’d experienced over Kane’s lap was more intense than any pleasure she’d ever received from men in her past. There was no way she’d end it now.
Chapter Four
The second he left Bella alone in his office he headed straight upstairs to the shower, where he ran the water hot and jerked off harder and faster than he ever had before. Fuck. Bella. That ass, so red from his hand and paddle. The way she stayed in position even though he knew it hurt her badly. How wet her pussy got, and how she’d writhed on his lap until she came when he spanked her between the legs. Goddamn. It was hot. She was hot. And that was a problem.
Kane liked clean lines. Everything organized and neat. When he played with women, it was clear from the beginning what kind of relationship they had. He spelled it out for them, that he wanted them submissive in the bedroom—or in his office—and there was pain but pleasure too. With Bella, though, it was supposed to be a punishment. There’d been no talk at all of sex, but she’d orgasmed anyway, even though she wasn’t supposed to enjoy it. It bothered him that their arrangement was changing without his consent or planning. What bothered him even more was how hard it got him, thinking about Bella getting off on her punishment. That was what he liked best when he was with women, the fact that they found pleasure in that fine line between passion and pain.
As Friday approached, he found himself thinking about Bella more and more, found himself looking forward to it. When the day finally rolled around, he was restless, counting down the hours, then minutes, until Bella’s approach. He didn’t like feeling this way; he was always able to get things and people out of his mind. But this was different. Disconcerting. And it pissed him off.
When she rang the doorbell at precisely seven p.m., he took his time opening the door, trying to fool himself into believing he wasn’t as eager to see her as he actually was. She was wearing a flimsy black skirt again—it might be the same one, he thought. The same worn shoes. A red V-neck button-down shirt, with her gorgeous round breasts peeking out at the top. Her blond hair was down, dancing around her shoulders. Beautiful, he thought, though he didn’t like the cheap clothes she wore. They made him inexplicably sad, an emotion he infrequently felt and had no use for, so he pushed it aside.
“Come in.” He ushered her inside, then continued down the hallway, assuming she would follow him immediately to his office.
She did. Once inside, he gestured at the couch. “Sit,” he ordered. “We’ll have a drink before we get started.”
“Oh, I don’t really want…”
“You do, though, Bella.”
She lowered her eyes to her hands, folded on her lap. Dominance surged through him, made him stronger. He liked that, the feeling of being in control. At the bar he put ice into two etched crystal glasses, then poured in some Johnnie Walker Blue Label. Nowhere near as good as the Mortlach she’d spilled, but good all the same. Very good.
He handed one glass to her, then sat in an armchair across from her. He lifted his glass in a silent toast, and she did the same. Then, simultaneously, they both sipped their drinks. He saw her grimace slightly, then swallow.
“Bella,” he said slowly, enjoying the way her eyes lifted to his, opening wider as he said her name.
“Kane,” she responded, her voice light. Her eyes. So blue. So deep.
“I want to talk about last time.”
“OK.”
“I want to know how it was for you.”
“How it was?”
He leaned forward in his chair. “All right, Bella. I’ll ask specific questions then. Did the spanking I gave you last Friday hurt?”
She nodded.
“Words, Bella.”
“Yes. It hurt,” she muttered, her cheeks turning a gorgeous pink as she uttered the words.
“Was it hard for you to hold still and stay in position?”
“Yes. I wanted to stop you. I wanted to reach behind. I wanted to get up and leave. I wanted to use my safeword.”
“But you didn’t.” He took another sip of the scotch, enjoying the way it warmed his mouth, his throat.
“No.”
“Why not, Bella?”
“Because I agreed to the punishment. It was part of our deal.” She said it simply, as though it were an obvious answer.
He knew there was more to it, though. “What else? Tell me what else made you stay in place?”
Now her cheeks flushed even more, and she looked down.
“Why were your panties wet? So. Fucking. Wet.”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
“I think you do. Tell me, Bella, why you came. On my lap. While I was spanking you.”
“I liked it,” she whispered, this time her voice so small he could barely hear her. “It hurt. A lot. But I liked it too.”
Fuck. That was exactly what he’d thought, and exactly what he didn’t want to hear. On the one hand, it turned him on. She was exactly what he liked in a woman. Innocent yet curious. Afraid yet turned on. Ready—wanting—to take things to new levels, higher heights. To discover. Experiment. Normally that was exactly what he looked for in a sub. Except this wasn’t a relationship. They weren’t even fucking. This was punishment, pure and simple. But now it wasn’t quite that simple anymore.
He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, trying to regain all of his composure. “Bella, you know that our agreement is that I punish you, correct? If you happen to experience pleasure, it’s a byproduct and unintentional. And I will work harder to make sure you feel more pain and less pleasure. Is that fair?”
“It’s fair, Kane, yes.”
“Good.” He took another sip. “Stand up, Bella. Take off all your clothes except your panties.”
“Yes, Kane.”
She was so obedient, he thought, as he watched her stand up and begin to unbutton her shirt. He could see her hands were shaky, trembling as she fumbled with the buttons. In his seat he shifted, his cock hardening even more as he watched her take off her clothes. She dropped her shirt to the floor, revealing her breasts, pushed up by a lacy and skimpy bra. Cheap looking, but still sexy. When she reached back to unclasp it, her breasts pushed forward, and he inhaled, fighting the urge to get up and go to her, to feel her nipples between his fingers, to flick them, tease them, bite them. They were hard and dark pink, and it took all his strength to stay still, to ignore his throbbing cock. She unzipped her skirt, pushing it down and off, and now she stood before him in only her panties, a lacy black pair that wouldn’t stay on for much longer.
“Good girl,” he said, standing up and taking two long strides until he stood directly in front of her. “I am going to see if your panties are wet already. Is that OK?” He stared into her blue eyes, daring her to say no.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And what will I find when I touch you?” he whispered into her ear, smelling the sweet scent of her shampoo, wanting to kiss her
soft skin but resisting. That’s not why she was here. Instead he pulled the elastic band of her panties gently so she took a step even closer to him.
“That I’m wet,” she murmured.
He pushed her legs apart, then reached two fingers between them, rubbing them against her pussy through her panties. The fabric was, indeed, warm and damp. He withdrew his hand and nodded at the bed. “Bend over the bed for me, Bella.”
Fear glinted in her eyes as she nodded, then walked to the bed and lay her top half on it. This, he thought. Bella bent over the bed, waiting for him to punish her, and soaking wet because of it. This was the hottest fucking thing ever. From behind she was gorgeous, her skin so pale. The way her ass stuck out at the end of the bed made him curse under his breath. And her hair, blond and thick and wavy. So soft. So smooth. Falling in waves over her shoulders and onto the red silk comforter beneath her.
He stalked to the bed so he was standing right behind her. He was wearing jeans with a belt, and a white dress shirt, unbuttoned. Bare feet.
“Bella,” he said, keeping his voice low but steady, “tell me what you hear.”
He unbuckled his belt, the frame and prong clinking against each other as he pulled it out through the belt loops of his jeans.
“Um, your belt? You’re taking off your belt?”
“Yes. I am. And what do you think I’m going to do with it, Bella?”
She gasped, a small sound, and tried to cover it with her arm. But he’d heard it. “Spank me with it?” she whispered.
“Ask me to.”
“Oh.” The syllable was filled with uncertainty, but she kept on. “Kane, please spank me with, um, your belt.”
He stood right behind her and, with his foot, pushed one of her feet farther apart from the other. He trailed the end of the belt up her right leg to her ass, then up her left leg the same way, watching her body shiver and twitch under the tickle of the leather. It would be doing a lot more than tickling in a few moments, he thought, as he took the end of the belt and held it with the buckled end in his fist. Doubled over, the belt would deliver a harsh spanking. It would hurt, he knew, and maybe this time Bella wouldn’t like it as much.
He raised his arm and brought the belt down, hard, on Bella’s pantied bottom.
Chapter Five
“Ouch!” Bella jumped and grabbed her ass, the pain from the belt hitting her over her panties like nothing she’d felt before. It was worse—far worse—than the paddle last week.
“Back in place,” Kane said, his voice uncompromising and so calm it was almost vicious.
“Yes, Kane,” she whispered, spreading her legs once more and leaning back on the bed.
She promised herself she’d hold still, but when he brought the belt down a second time, it took all her focus not to spring back up again.
“Good girl,” he murmured, the belt biting into her ass once more.
“Oh, god, Kane,” she cried out.
“Does it hurt?” He spanked her again.
“Yes! Fuck!” she gasped, once again feeling the burn and sting of the belt.
“You’re going to get ten more for now. Will you hold still for me, Bella?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. Ten! She wasn’t sure she could last that long. But she had to try. And, like last time, despite the awful pain, her pussy was throbbing again, as though he were pleasuring her, not spanking her. It made no sense. Yet she couldn’t deny the sensation of desire that spiraled through her as she steadied her body and got ready for the spanking to continue.
The belt fell again and again, and each time Bella cried out, her voice mindlessly repeating “ow!” and “no!” and “please stop!” but never her safeword. Not now. Not yet.
“You’ve done well, Bella,” he said, gripping the elastic waist of her panties. “We’ll finish on your bare ass. Yes?”
No, every single cell in Bella screamed. But she forced herself not to shy away from his hands as they pulled her panties down. She had to bring her spread legs together to allow them off, but once they were, Kane roughly separated her legs once more with his hand.
“Five more, Bella. These will be hard.”
Like the others weren’t? She gripped handfuls of the red covers and braced herself, although she knew nothing in the world would get her truly ready for what was to come.
She was right. The bite of the leather on her bare ass made her whole body jerk, but somehow she managed to stay in place. It was hard to breathe though, and when Kane ran the belt gently over her burning ass, the anticipation, the not-knowing when he would strike again was just as bad—almost—as the pain itself.
The second lash of the belt fell lower, right where her ass met her thighs, and she cried out. “Ow! Kane! Please!”
Without responding, he gave her the third one, a little higher, and she wiggled on the bed, finding it almost impossible not to jump up and just leave. Walk out of the house. End it right then.
The fourth and fifth were quick, one right after the other, and these brought tears to her eyes, her entire body shaking from the pain and the effort not to move out of position. But quickly the pain faded into an intense but manageable burn. Her head stayed down on the bed as she gulped for breath. Oh, god, that hurt. More than she had thought it would. More than she’d thought she could take. But she’d done it. She felt strangely proud. And like last week, there was no denying the tingle between her legs. How was it possible, she wondered again, that something that hurt so much could make her so turned on? It was all of it, she knew—the pain, but also the fact that she was doing what Kane told her to. She didn’t have to. She chose to. And that was overwhelmingly alluring to her.
Kane’s hand massaged her burning cheeks, and she jumped at the sting. “It hurts,” he said, a statement, not a question.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“It’s so red, Bella. You took the first part of tonight’s punishment very well.”
Bella’s heart sank at the confirmation that this had just been part of her punishment for the evening. She’d guessed more was coming. But could she handle it on her already very raw bottom?
“The problem,” Kane continued, moving his hand lower so his fingers dipped between her legs just for a second, then moved back to her butt again, “is that your ass is so red already. I have a firm rule that I will never break the skin. And your skin, Bella, is so very delicate. I’m worried about doing too much damage.”
Thank god, thought Bella. She knew she deserved the punishment, but she wouldn’t argue with getting off easy. She hadn’t expected such compassion from Kane, but it warmed her heart to see it. Her body relaxed into the silky bedding beneath her. Until Kane spoke again.
“I have an… alternate punishment in mind. I’ve punished your beautiful ass on the outside. Now I’ll do the same to the inside.”
The inside? What was he talking about? Bella’s body tensed up at his words, because in the back of her mind she was pretty sure she knew exactly what he had in mind.
“Stand up, Bella,” he said, and she did, watching as he headed to one of the drawers and pulled out two items. As he came closer, she saw what they were, and her heart thudded in her chest. He had a small purple bottle of what she was pretty sure was lube. Which was good, since he was also holding a long silver object. It was shiny, five silver balls in consecutively larger sizes fastened firmly together.
Kane stood in front of her, a dark smile on his face. “Do you know what this is, Bella?” he asked, holding up the silver object.
Though she’d never seen one in person before, Bella knew enough to answer. “Um, a plug?”
“Yes. Butt plug. Anal plug,” he said casually. “Have you ever used one before?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Have you ever had your asshole filled or fucked in any way before?”
The word fucked, for some reason, made her blush hard. It sounded so nasty the way he’d just said it. “No. I’ve never done
anything there… no.”
“Some women,” said Kane, “find the sensation quite pleasurable. Others find it painful. And some enjoy both sensations.”
Bella stared at the shiny plug in his hand. It had a base that would allow Kane to grip it, control it. And then there were the five balls. The first was relatively small, maybe half an inch in diameter. The size of each increased, and the biggest, she estimated with horror, was probably one and a half inches wide. In its entirety it was probably eight inches long.
“The second part of your punishment tonight is this plug. I intend to insert it all the way into your ass, Bella. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t possible. This couldn’t be happening. Except it was. Kane stood in front of her holding it in one hand. He exuded power and dominance, from the hard set of his scruffy jaw to the tight line of his mouth, from his ripped chest showing between the fabric of his unbuttoned shirt to the wide stance of his legs. And his eyes, dark brown and piercing.
“Lie on your back on the bed, Bella.”
“Oh,” she murmured, her body shaky—but still, amazingly, turned on—as she did as she instructed.
“Good girl. Now part your legs, bring your knees up to your chest, and hold your ankles.”
Oh, god. She did it, aware that her pussy and asshole were on full display for him now. Why couldn’t he do this with her bent over something, so at least she could hide her face and her embarrassment? But the look in his eyes told her he was enjoying this, that having her so open in this manner was part of her punishment.
As if reading her thoughts, Kane said, “I want to see your face when I’m filling your tight ass with this plug, Bella. I want to see your face when you’re asking me to do it.”
She squeezed her eyes shut tight. Maybe she could just pretend this wasn’t happening until it was over.
But Kane had other plans. “Open your eyes, Bella.”
She did, just in time to see him kneel down between her wide-spread legs, a smile—dangerously close to a smirk—on his face. Roughly he pushed her legs apart farther. Then he gently touched her slick folds, putting just the tip of his finger inside her pussy.