by Laney Rogers
“You’re so wet, sweetheart. When I’m done flogging you, I’m going to have to take you right here; pump my cock so hard into your pussy, you scream for more.”
He stood back and the flogger connected with my skin once again. The leather strands were cool on my tender ass and, after a few more strokes, he let it hit the very tops of my thighs with some force. I cried out at the sharp sting.
He was undeterred, and cautioned me to use my safe word if I needed it.
Each time the flogger struck me, the clamps on my nipples sent extra shocks of electricity traveling straight to my clit. Just when I thought I could take no more, he threw the flogger on the ground and came to stand in front of me.
He undid his jeans and yanked them down, then grabbed my ass and lifted me right off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me, Liza. I need to be inside you right now.”
I did as he commanded, and with a growl, he plunged his massive erection into my desperately soaked pussy, his cock vying for room against my clenching vaginal muscles and the considerable anal plug.
He slammed into me, his balls slapping against my tender ass with every thrust as my body gripped tight to his shaft and the anal plug that, due to his vigorous movement, vibrated against the ring of nerves holding it in place, making the pleasure so potent is was almost unbearable.
He continued to pummel into me, harder and faster, supporting my weight as I struggled to hold my legs around his waist. I leaned back so he could reach even further inside me, and his next thrust hit right on to my G-spot. The rest of the world faded around me as I was thrown straight into a mighty orgasm and I came, over and over again, until I had no strength left to hold myself up. “You know what I want,” he growled in my ear, “but I want you to want it. I want you to beg for it.”
Before I knew what I was saying, my desire to please him—to give back the pleasure he gave me—prompted my reply.
“Yes, do it,” I panted.
“Do what?”
Uh… “Show me how much I trust you.”
Steve laughed and kissed me hard. “Not exactly what I had in mind, but good enough.” He gently untangled the vice grip of my legs from around his waist and caressed my cheek. “But seriously, I want to make this good for you. I think you’ll love it. Thank you for trusting me enough to try.”
Steve moved behind me as I tested the strength of the chain, in case I chickened out and had to flee. Option unavailable—my bonds held fast. He nuzzled the back of my head as he removed the anal plug from my body. I would have been relieved if it was not about to be replaced with something more filling.
I heard the telltale sound of foil being ripped, and realized he had slipped on a condom. “Relax,” he whispered in my ear as my cheeks carefully parted to give way to his length and girth. When I felt the tip press against my tight hole, I squeaked.
“Trust me,” he murmured, sliding a large hand, palm flat, warm against my stomach.
Easy for him to say. This was, in my life, the one thing I said I would never try again. And yet, for this man, I was willing to push that boundary.
His grip did not allow me to lean away from the firmness pressing against the tight ring of muscle.
“Breathe,” he ordered. “Relax, Liza.”
His hand moved up my stomach and cupped a breast, strumming the clamped nipple until I gasped and moved back into him, allowing him to slip ever so slowly into my ass.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s it, nice and slow.”
His encouragement gave me more confidence. Here I was, naked and outside, chained to a tree, and after receiving a flogging, was fucked senseless; and this made me aroused to a point of sexual bravery. I was drunk with it. I felt powerful, facing my fear and giving him, what I believed to be, my ultimate submission.
True to his word, it wasn’t as painful as it was uncomfortably full. I realized it was a test of restraint for him as well. He was ever so slow and careful, shaking with his controlled effort, until finally, he was fully seated inside of me.
“You need to breathe, sweetheart.”
On command, my lungs kicked in. I was amazed at how he could read my body language so succinctly, but my thoughts were lost as I felt new sensations pulsating deep inside in my most private area.
“You’re doing so well.”
His words of reassurance began to sink in, and I felt the tension start to dissipate. Everything was so tight, but instead of pain and humiliation, the tightness aroused me, making me want to take him deeper inside.
I gave small gasps of delight as his gentle, slow thrusts increased in depth until I moaned with pleasure. His warm, rough hands caressed my breasts, and any self-control I might have had faltered as he strummed my clamped nipples with thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, my God—oh, I can’t—I just…oh God, Steve—” I was right at the edge. There were so many sensations flowing through my body, I thought that I might explode.
“I know, Liza. It’s okay, I’m right here. Let go, baby, just let go.” One hand traveled down over my abdomen, lower and lower, until I felt him between my legs. He pinched my swollen, sensitive clit.
I flew right over the edge of the cliff, screaming and screaming as one of the most intensely earthshattering and exquisite orgasms I had ever experienced washed over me.
I knew he had come when he thrust deep and let out a mighty roar.
As we came back down from the passionate explosion, he held me tight against him, stroking my body, supporting me as my limbs quivered and shook with the ecstasy of the last few minutes. When we finally caught our breaths, he let my feet rest back on the ground and let go of me.
“No, please, don’t leave me,” I cried out.
“It’s all right, baby, I just need to remove the chain.” He did so quickly and then took off the cuffs, catching me as I fell forward into his arms.
He picked me up as if I weighed nothing, and carried me back up the yard to the house. As we neared the patio door, I heard Helen screaming from the direction of the office.
Steve smiled. “It sounds as if they are having as much fun as we just did.”
“Mmm,” I murmured. “Maybe, but I doubt it.”
Steve’s deep laugh vibrated through me and I snuggled further into his arms as he walked into the living room and sat on the sofa.
“You are a sight for sore eyes, do you know that? All curled up in my arms, any Dom would be proud to have you as his willing sub.”
I heard his words, but I was deep in my own place at that moment, reliving what had just taken place between us.
My mind pulled itself back into the present when I heard Seb and Helen come into the room. I struggled to sit up, but Steve held me close. “It’s okay, Liza, stay where you are.”
I didn’t argue. At that moment, it felt like the best place in the world.
Seb laughed. “Looks like you wore your sub right out, Steve. You want me to get the two of you something to drink?”
“Thanks. I think we could both do with it.”
Seb returned with a beer for Steve, a bottle of water for me, and two large blankets. I smiled and took the bottle, opening it and taking a huge swig. I replaced the lid and put it down next to the blanket that he had left there.
Seb and Helen settled into the armchair together, and I noticed she sat very gingerly on his lap. As she adjusted herself, I caught a glimpse of burning-red ass cheeks and thighs. Steve had been right. She liked pain big time, although, she was smiling and seemed very content to curl up against Seb.
Helen and I were covered with the blankets and I lay there, listening to the two men talk. It had grown dark outside, and after a while, Steve lifted me onto the sofa and went to turn on some lights throughout the downstairs.
When he returned, he had a large, white box in his hands. “Anyone for desert?” he asked with a grin.
It turned out to be an enormous strawberry gateau, and I was suddenly aware of how hungry I was. Steve and Seb looked at each other
and smiled, and I wondered what the joke was. Helen shrugged at me, obviously none the wiser.
“Lie back, Liza,” he said.
I glanced over at the other two and Helen had been instructed to do the same.
Steve reached over and carefully unscrewed one of the clamps. My nipple stung when he took off the clamp and I gasped. He immediately took a small bit of gateau and placed it on the sore bud, licking and sucking it off, killing the stinging straight away.
“Now for the other one.” He did the same thing with my other nipple, licking it all over and sucking the sting right out of it.
Then he cut a large slice of the cake and pulled me back on to his lap, feeding me pieces and then taking huge bites himself. Helen and Seb were laughing as more cake seemed to get on the chair then anywhere near either of our mouths.
The four of us ate an unhealthy amount and Steve decided to put on a new movie he’d bought.
He clicked the remote and the TV came to life.
“Wrists, Liza,” he said quietly, holding out his hand.
I opened my mouth to complain, but when he raised his eyebrows, I decided to do as I was told. The last thing I wanted was to be flipped upside down and spanked again, this time in front of the others.
He took the pair of soft vinyl cuffs from his pocket and fastened them around my wrists. “I don’t want you squirming around on my lap while I’m trying to watch, so keep still,” he ordered.
I bit my lip with annoyance. “Asshole,” I thought, crossly.
“Do you want to tell me what you’re thinking?” he asked in a challenging tone.
“No, it’s okay,” I replied nervously.
Both men laughed, and then Steve pulled me close and we settled down to watch the movie. It was a comedy and Helen and I sat, curled up with our Doms, all of us laughing and enjoying the film.
After a while, I felt Steve’s hand move over my thigh and slide right between my legs. He pushed a finger up into my pussy, never taking his eyes from the screen. I breathed in sharply, glancing at Helen and Seb to see if they’d noticed. My eyes widened as I realized that neither of them were watching the film anymore.
I had been sitting on Steve’s lap with my back to them, and Helen was now astride Seb, her body moving up and down, and her wrists shackled behind her.
Steve’s finger moved in and out of my pussy, and he added another, this one finding my clit and rubbing it in rhythm with the one inside me.
“I thought you didn’t want me to squirm around,” I said, not able to stop my hips from responding to his actions as they pushed against his fingers.
“You’re right, we better stop. I don’t want you disturbing Seb and Helen with your fidgeting.”
I stared at him in surprise.
He grabbed my waist and lifted me off his lap, putting me on my feet in front of him. I stood there watching as he unzipped his jeans and then took my wrists, removing the cuffs. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back, Liza.”
He re-cuffed me after I had done so.
“I want you to kneel down and suck my cock, sub.”
I glanced over at the other couple again.
“Don’t pay them any attention, just focus on me.”
I knelt and leaned forward, taking his long, thick erection in my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was doing this in front of other people, even if they weren’t watching. Steve had been there for me, though, and after our conversation the previous night, I wanted to prove that I could be the kind of sub that he needed. So I sucked, long and deep, taking him to the back of my throat, feeling the muscles in his abdomen contract.
Then I released him and moved lower to his tight balls, licking and sucking them until he groaned. I ran my tongue between them and then carried on, up the underside of his cock, giving tiny nips as I went.
He grabbed a fistful of my long, red hair, and when I reached the tip, I took just the head into my mouth and pulled on him, sliding my tongue around the rim.
I heard Helen cry out and then Seb gave a groan of obvious satisfaction. I tried to focus on what I was doing, and took the whole of Steve’s shaft back in my mouth and sucked on him, long and hard.
Helen asked Seb something and they both left the room. Doors opened and closed and then someone returned to the sitting room. I heard Seb say something quietly then silence.
I pulled on Steve’s hot, thick member, determined to make him come while I knelt there, when suddenly I froze feeling someone touch my ass. I struggled and tried to get up, but Steve’s arm came down on my back, his hand still wrapped in my hair and I was trapped.
“It’s okay, Liza. You’re safe. Trust me,” Steve crooned as Seb ran his large, warm hands down my back and then over my bottom.
His fingers slid further, and he pushed gently, through my labia and into my pussy. I moaned, my mouth still around the head of Steve’s cock.
“Good girl,” Steve murmured and stroked my hair.
I hesitated, then took him deep in my mouth again. Seb added another finger, and began to fuck my pussy, harder and faster as I set up my own rhythm with Steve’s huge shaft.
When Seb stopped, I groaned, this time in complaint, and Seb chuckled and playfully slapped my ass. “I have something else for you, Liza. Be patient.”
Then I heard a whoosh of air and something stung my ass. I jerked, accidentally grazing my teeth on his shaft.
“Not too hard, Seb; she doesn’t like as much pain as your sub, and she’s got something very important to me in her mouth right now.”
Knowing that Steve was still in charge reassured me. Seb slid the tip of whatever he was using between my legs, and when I felt the end of it pushing and stroking against my pussy lips, I realized it was a crop.
I felt my arousal return when Seb slid the crop back across my ass and whipped me again, the sting sent what felt like jolts of electricity straight to my clit. I had my Dom’s cock in my mouth and another Dom behind me, punishing me. Surely this was wrong. I shouldn’t be enjoying what was happening, but it felt so hot; I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.
Desire burned through me and the pain and pleasure of the crop whipping my ass and Steve’s cock deep in my mouth was almost overwhelming.
It was much harder to concentrate on Steve, but I was not going to let him down. I slid my mouth up and then down his shaft, gripping him with my lips, knowing it wouldn’t be long before I went over the edge, out of control.
Seb let one finger slide across my clit while he whipped my ass, and when he rubbed over it firmly, I felt my whole core spasm and I came, my hips bucking, my voice making a guttural sound as I held Steve’s shaft in my mouth.
I felt Seb move away from me, and when I had my breathing under control, I carried on, feeling ripples still moving through my core as I tended to my Dom. Both his hands were in my hair, my lips working his thick member until I felt his body tense, and his cock spasm.
He came with a roar, shooting his seed far into my throat. I milked his shaft, and then sat back, my body covered in a sheen of sweat, my hands still cuffed behind me.
He helped me up and, after removing the cuffs, pulled me into his lap, holding me close. I clung to him, my arms wound tightly around his neck, my face buried in his taut, muscular shoulder.
“You were wonderful,” he said into my hair. “I’m so proud of you.”
“You are a lucky man, Steve,” Seb added.
I had forgotten that Seb was still in the room and jumped at the sound of his voice. I glanced up at him and he chuckled.
“Your little sub is blushing. I need to go and find my own, so I’ll say goodnight and leave you two in peace.” He stopped in the doorway and turned to me. “You are lovely, Liza. I knew you would be. I’m really glad you’ve gone down this road and discovered how good it is for you.” He smiled. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Steve grinned at me. “Come on, woman, time to get some sleep.”
“Is it that late?” I asked.
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�It’s almost eleven. Not that late, but I have to leave around four in the morning for work. I’ll be driving back on Tuesday morning, so I’ll probably come straight to the club.” He lifted me out of the chair and stood.
I glanced back at him as we crossed the room. “I don’t know if I like you calling me ‘woman’, you know,” I said in a school principal kind of way.
Steve laughed heartily. “Woman, get up those stairs right now before I call Seb and take turns with him, spanking you with half a dozen paddles from my office.”
I yelped and made a run for it up the stairs, laughing all the way to his bedroom.
I slept pressed to Steve, my back to him and his arm curled around my waist. I loved the feel of his hard body against me, and when the alarm sounded at three fifteen, neither of us had moved at all.
Steve reluctantly left the bed, showered and dressed, and within twenty minutes, was packed and ready to leave. I got up and made coffee, and we sat together in the kitchen, talking about the next couple of days.
“If there are any problems at the club, make sure you call me,” he said seriously. “I mean it, Liza. No trying to deal with everything by yourself.”
I nodded and grinned. “For the seven-hundredth time, I promise I will.”
“Point taken. Now come and kiss me goodbye.”
He stood and I followed suit, winding my arms around his neck. Standing on my tiptoes, I kissed his face, all over, till he laughed. His hands cupped my ass and he kissed me back, full and hard on my lips. When he finally put me down, he grabbed his bag and headed for the door.
“I might not be able to call tonight, it’s going to be crazy there, but I’ll call you tomorrow morning.” He gave me one last kiss, smacked my ass with a grin, and walked outside to his car. “Be good, sweetheart, see you on Tuesday.”
“Bye,” I whispered, unnerved at how much I wanted him to stay. It wasn’t a good idea to get this attached to him; it was too much of an emotional risk.
I saw him sling his bag onto the passenger seat and then watched as the Mercedes went down the driveway and disappeared out of sight.