by Golden Angel
******
Gina wasn't quite sure what she was feeling. Some complicated mix of hope, frustration, arousal, wariness and warmth. She loved the way that Will was holding her, as if he couldn't bear to let her go, and at the same time she couldn't quite trust his sudden turnaround. It had been obvious from the shock on his face that he hadn't even considered ever having a relationship with her. Which had hurt, more than she'd expected.
She hadn't quite realized how much she really liked Master Will, more than friend or a scening partner, until she'd seen the expression on his face when she said she wanted a relationship.
Yet, he seemed decisive enough. Her heart had sunk, at first, when he'd said what he knew about her sexually, even as her body responded. But then he'd added on some of the things she'd told him over the phone, the silly little things that wouldn't matter to someone who didn't care. Things that he wouldn't remember if he didn't have some kind of emotion invested in her.
Still... doubt pricked at her.
"Maybe you should take some more time to think about it," she said, starting to squirm and try to get out of his arms again. Truthfully, she just didn't want to get her hopes up. After all, he'd admitted that he hadn't been with anyone else these past few months, but he hadn't even thought of having a relationship with her either. That seemed pretty indicative that he wasn't really interested in her, didn't it?
The way his jaw clenched, eyes flashing at her words, indicated the opposite.
"I didn't need much time," he said, his voice firm, taking on the deeper tones that he often used during a scene when she was about to be punished for an infraction. Immediately, her nipples hardened and her pussy clenched, eager for the pain and pleasure that she knew he could give her. "Are you saying I don't know my own mind?"
"No, Sir," she said, the honorific coming naturally. "I just... You don't..." She struggled, trying to find the right words to explain how she felt without angering him further.
The expression on his face darkened, and Gina shrieked as he easily flipped her over so that she was on her stomach, her upper body hanging off his thighs. One of the things that she liked so much about Master Will was when he manhandled her like this. She wasn't exactly a lightweight, but he always made her feel like one with how easily he maneuvered her.
"I do," he said, his voice almost cold as he yanked up her skirt, baring her bottom. She wasn't wearing panties, because he didn't like it when she did. "Whatever it is you think I don't, I do."
His hand came down hard on her ass, not a warm-up strike, but a true, strong blow that made her gasp and arch. Just the way she liked it. The hot sting went straight to her pussy, making her insides throb as her body responded to the sudden pain.
"I do know my own mind."
SMACK!
His hand came down hard on her other butt cheek, evening out the burning sting.
"I do know that I don't need to think about it anymore."
SMACK!
Back to the first cheek, in the exact same spot, increasing the pain that flared along with her arousal. She loved the way Master Will spanked, hard right from the beginning, shocking her body and making her struggle with the dueling sensations of pain and pleasure.
"I do know that, unless you tell me differently, you are now my girlfriend."
SMACK!
"No one will touch you but me." He said it fiercely, possessively, and Gina realized that he meant it.
SMACK!
She howled as his hand came down hard between her legs, smacking against her pussy just as hard as it had against her buttocks. The burn was intense, her sensitive lips tingling from the blow. It was delicious.
"Mmm, already wet, aren't you sweetheart?" Master Will's voice softened, pleased by her masochistic response. Gina just moaned as he caressed her pussy lips, massaging them and spreading her juices around the soft folds, moistening her clit. His voice turned teasing as he skillfully played her body. "So, Gina, will you be my girlfriend?"
He sounded like a teenager with the question, an amusing contrast to his deep voice and the masterful way he was handling her body. It was a silly side of him that came out every so often and was part of why she liked him so much. Doms could be so serious sometimes, but Will always kept his sense of humor. In fact, he could switch back and forth between serious sadist and teasing prankster and back again within seconds. It kept her off balance and always guessing as to what his reaction was going to be.
"Yes, Sir," she said, giggling a little bit. Then she squealed as he thrust his finger straight into her pussy, surprising her. Even as the pleasure rocked through her, she could feel the warmth in her chest spreading through her whole body as every bit of tension and anxiety melted away. He wanted her! He really did. Relief and happiness swirled in her, heightening her arousal as his finger stroked against her g-spot. She moaned in disappointment when he pulled his finger from her body, leaving her pussy aching with need.
Will just chuckled. "You didn't really think I'd let you get off that quickly, did you?"
******
It only took him five minutes to truss Gina up the way he'd initially planned when he'd reserved the Interrogation room. Gina. His girlfriend. The thought made him grin. She'd flipped his world around with her desire for a relationship, but in a good way. Will had already decided that she was going to come home with him at the end of the night, something that they'd only done once before when she'd subspaced and he hadn't wanted her to be alone that night. Tonight he was going to take her home because he wanted to, and that's what people in a relationship did.
Strange, how one small word could change the way he felt about scening with her. He'd always been focused on giving them both what they needed, enjoying her screams of pain and her cries of pleasure, sating their desires, but now there was an edge of something else too. Possessiveness... an extra dose of intimacy... and a sense of being part of something larger. When this scene was over, he wasn't going to have to wait a full week to see her again. Why hadn't he initiated a contract before this? Or asked her on a date? He was always creative in his scenes, but in life sometimes he just got stuck in ruts that he didn't even notice until someone jostled him out. Somehow, he thought Gina would be pretty good at that.
Now she was standing in front of him, quivering with anticipation. Her wrists were snugly wrapped with his fur-lined leather cuffs and held high above her head, attached to the chain that was hanging down from the ceiling. A spreader bar was holding her ankles, which were also held by fur-lined cuffs, wide apart. Her pussy was on display, the pink lips parted so that her sensitive, vulnerable interior was visible. Both of her nipples were erect, standing out on her chest and just begging for the clamps that he was holding in his hand.
Dark eyes filled with excitement and anticipation, Gina watched his every move. She was already highly aroused, eager for whatever he wanted to do to her body.
With both clamps in one hand, he cupped her breast with the other, pressing his fingers into her soft flesh until he was squeezing it cruelly. Gina whimpered, but her eyes begged him to continue. Releasing the soft mound, he gave it a short, hard slap and then switched which hand he was holding the clamps in and repeated the process with her other breast. She arched, as much as she was able to, thrusting her breasts out for him, as if asking for more.
Cupping her breast more gently, he tugged on her nipple and twisted, making the little bud stand out even more. Gina panted, her gaze flickering between watching his expression and his abuse of her nipple. Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips, and - because she was now his girlfriend - he gave into the impulse to kiss her. Holding her nipple tightly between his fingers, he forced her to bend her head back as he took over her mouth, kissing her fiercely. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue dueling with his as he twisted her nipple.
He knew that if he put his fingers between her legs now, he'd find her sopping wet.
Pulling away from the kiss, he kept eye contact with her as he placed the rubber tipped
"Ow, ow, ow," she whispered under her breath, the way she always did when he first clamped her nipples. The little buds were highly sensitive, more so than any other woman he'd played with. In some ways, it made her a bad candidate for breast torture, because she couldn't take as much on her nipples as some masochists, but Will enjoyed her easy discomfort. Her struggle to accept the pain, even as it made her pussy wetter. He squeezed her other nipple before clamping it as well. She blinked rapidly, her eyes seeing past him, as she fought an internal struggle against the pain.
Will kissed her again, his lips devouring hers, as he pulled her into his body. The cold clamps dug against his chest, pressing into hers, making her squirm and whimper, but he swallowed her cries with his mouth. He liked being able to actually feel her trembling against the length of his body as he caused her more pain, knowing that she could say her safe word at any moment, but also knowing that she wouldn't.
******
If she'd thought Master Will would go easier on her because he'd declared her his girlfriend, he'd certainly proven that he wouldn't. Not that she wanted him to. As much as Gina whimpered and cried out, as much as her nipples throbbed and burned when they were clamped and then squashed brutally against his hard chest, she loved every second of it. The dark need she had for pain was exulting in his rough handling of her body, in her helplessness. Her poor nipples felt as though they were being crushed, and yet her pussy ached with the need for a thorough fucking.
When he released her, she was left panting with a combination of need and sweet pain. Her lips felt swollen from his kiss. His gaze was full of hunger and need, and just enough cruelty to make her shiver even as her body responded with excitement.
"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" he asked, one hand resting on her hip while the other slid down her stomach to curve over her mound. Gina tried to arch her body forward as he dipped his fingers into her wetness.
"Good, Sir," she said, trying not to whimper as his fingers swirled, expertly teasing her clit without giving her the kind of pressure against the small nub that she needed. It was its own kind of painful torture, one that she knew he wouldn't tire of soon, and yet she couldn't help but try to rock against his hand. Immediately, he took it away, and she couldn't suppress her moan of disappointment.
"Naughty girl," he said, in a disapproving voice, although his eyes danced with amusement and anticipatory glee. "You'll cum when I allow you to, and not before."
"Yes, Sir," Gina said, trying to look contrite. Master Will just chuckled, and she knew she hadn't pulled it off.
He went back to his bag and pulled out her favorite flogger. It was made of soft leather, braided into thick strands, and had a nice, thuddy quality when he beat her with it. Gina could already feel her skin tingling, as if he'd already started to swing it.
Master Will moved around behind her, and immediately her body tensed and then relaxed. Not being able to see him always heightened her sense of anticipation. He drew it out, silent behind her, making her squirm.
THUD!
Gina arched and moaned as the heavy strands came down on her upper back, just hard enough to sting before the impact sank deeper into her muscles. Just how she liked it.
THUD!
Her breath hissed out on a moan as the pain melted into her, a stinging ache that seemed to travel through her until it pooled and coiled in her core. The lower part of her belly began to pulse as blow after blow fell, traveling from her upper back down to her knees, only avoiding her lower back where her kidneys were. She could feel her skin reddening, becoming more sensitive under the lashing. The throbbing pain in her nipples was sharper by comparison, but at the same time it felt balanced by larger area that he was covering on her back.
When the thudding blows finally stopped, she was feeling high on the endorphins, her pussy dripping... and yet she needed more. Gina closed her eyes, her ass pushing back, asking for more.
His hand cupped her bottom. "Greedy girl, do you want more?"
"Yes, please, Sir," she said, begging, needing.
"Good." His breath was hot on the back of her neck, trickling over the sensitive curve of her ear. "Because I want to make you scream."
The threatening words made her pussy spasm as goosebumps broke out over her skin. Master Will often made her scream, but tonight it somehow seemed more special. She gasped as his teeth suddenly bit into her shoulder, right where it met her neck, hard enough to spring tears into her eyes. It would leave a mark. She'd be disappointed if it didn't. When his teeth released her, he moved his mouth up her neck, grazing his teeth over her skin and she began to breathe faster, harder. Her neck was much more delicate and she couldn't decide if she wanted him to bite her again or not, but just the thought sent her adrenaline pumping.
Instead, he moved away, and she hung there, her pleasure stymied, waiting for his next move.
"Oh no..." She couldn't help the words as he pulled a cane from his bag. It was one she hadn't seen before, light and whippy looking. Gina knew from experience that the thin, whippy ones had the sharpest bite.
"Oh yes, sweetheart." Master Will swung the cane experimentally. She never knew whether he did that to practice or to frighten her. Maybe a little bit of both. The masochistic side of her ate it up even as her heart started to beat like a frightened rabbit's. "I told you, I want to hear you scream."
The gleam in his eyes as he approached made her suck in a breath. Even though she wanted the pain, craved it, it still hurt when it happened. That response was just like everyone else's. It was just that it also turned her on.
He moved around to her side, but she knew better than to turn her head and look at him, as much as she wanted to. Instead, she just tried to use her peripheral vision to watch him.
SNAP!
A burning line of pain slashed across the front of her thighs, probably the most unexpected place he could have placed it. She'd been expecting her ass or her breasts, or maybe even the already hot backs of her thighs, but instead he chose a portion of her skin that hadn't even been warmed up yet. Even as she cried out, in shock and pain, her pussy clenched eagerly as the hot sizzle transmuted itself into a warm pulse through her core.
SNAP!
This time he caught her across her buttocks, the whippy length stinging her like a thousand bees, all at once, in a straight line. That blow hurt just as much, but somehow it also felt better, because he was hitting skin that was already warm and ready for it.
SNAP!
Gina screamed as her breasts bounced. He'd caught the incredibly sensitive underside of her mounds, and now her nipples felt as though they'd swollen up even further, fighting the tight confines of the clamps as they jiggled. The jagged-edged pain was like darkness eating its way into her brain, and yet it was accompanied by flashes of bright ecstasy that sparkled in the dark like fireflies.
The musky smell of her pussy reached her nose as she panted for breath, her body stinging and throbbing from the masterful assault on her senses. Tears trickled down her cheeks, a release of sorts, but not the one she craved.
SNAP!
The cane slashed across her sit-spot, pain exploding through her backside, her body arching and writhing against her restraints. He caught the upper part of her breasts and then her bottom again. The very last blow landed across the front of her thighs, higher than the previous one had, catching her pussy mound just above her clit.
It nearly made her orgasm as the pain burst through her, ravaging her with ecstasy. She was so close to cumming, and yet she couldn't quite make it over that last hurdle. Her body was wracked with flames, licking her inside and out.
Suddenly her nipples were released from confinement, and she screamed again as blood rushed back into the swollen buds. The pain was dizzying and freeing, rushing to her head and making her feel like she was falling... or flying. It could have been either or both.
Pleasure surged as Master Will's cock impaled her pussy from behind, his hands pulling on her hips to tilt them towards him. He moved one arm up to wrap around her waist, keeping her in position, while the other rose to squeeze and torture each of her breasts in turn. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, from the torment, from the need. The salty liquid dripped onto her chest, burning as it wet the welts across the tops of her mounds. Master Will's fingers pinched and twisted her nipples, keeping the pain alive as she choked on a sob for him.
The rough thrust of his cock into her soaking pussy was exactly what she needed. He didn't even try to be gentle, his thrusts coming strong and fast, slapping his body against her flaming buttocks. Wiry body hair scraped over her sensitive skin and welts, enhancing the burn, as her pussy clenched with joy.
"Oh please... oh yes... oh fuck..." The words spilled from her mouth, egging him on, needing more. Her pleas were full of pain and passion, she was getting so close.
This time she screamed in frustration as he suddenly pulled out of her body, leaving her empty and grasping. Her fingers clutched at the chain that her wrists were attached to, every inch of her throbbing from her interrupted climax.
"Please, please, Master Will... Please..."
"Shh, I've got you, Gina. Open for me, sweetheart."
His cock, slick with her juices, pressed against her anus. Gina's breath caught as the tight rosebud stretched. The thick rod of his dick was like steel as it pressed into her, her anal muscles burning to accommodate his girth. There was no mercy, no give, just a steady advancement into her most intimate hole. They'd done plenty of anal play, but he hadn't crossed this line before, even though it wasn't one of her hard limits. Now, taking him into her ass, was like feeling him claim her entire heart, body, and soul.
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