Redemption: Darkness Falls

by Ivory Quinn

  Gods forgive me for what I’m about to do...he thought, walking over and gently pulling her hair away from her neck, laying it out in a fan above her head. She looked like some pre-Raphaelite angel, floating calmly in a river of fucked-up. “God in his mercy lend her grace” he murmured and she smiled up at him.

  “Tennyson.” How could she not dearly love a man that could quote poetry to her? The Lady of Shallot was one of her favourite pieces.

  “Yes, Tennyson.” Gritting his teeth, he pulled her down the table so that her knees were bent on the edge, her calves dangling over the side. She gave a soft gasp when he took a rope and pulled her knees apart, tying her ankles to the table legs so that she was spread and open to him. He paused but she didn’t complain, just smiled and nodded at him.

  Taking another piece of rope, he tied her wrists together. “I’m not going to secure these, but I expect you to keep them over your head.” He told her, raising her arms so her tied hands were resting on the table.

  “Yes, Ma...Blue.” She relaxed into the pose and he returned to the cabinet, selecting a bottle of oil. When he poured a fine stream of it on her, she twitched and tried to smother a giggle as it tickled. Running down her sides, it pooled on the table beneath her, coating her in a glistening sheen. Setting the bottle aside, Blue worked the oil into her skin, his hands gliding across her body, frictionless and sensual. He cupped her breasts, rubbing it into her nipples as they pebbled and hardened. She arched into his hands helplessly, the sensation too pleasing to ignore.

  When they were coated, he moved south. As his hands oiled up her thighs, he dipped his hands between them, brushing close to where she was desperate for him to touch but refusing to go there.

  “Blue, please!” She gasped, trying to ease the ache at her core.

  “Lie still.” His hands went still until she settled and she forced herself to lie quiescent.

  “You will not come.” He said softly when he had her attention.

  “Yes Blue.” Closing her eyes, she swallowed and tried to calm her traitorous body, but he didn’t make it easy for her. His fingers brushed her soft folds as he finished oiling her skin and then he directed his attention there fully, sliding slick fingers through the petals until he could press them into her. She tried not to react, but it felt so good.

  “Open your eyes.” Her eyes flew open and met his with deep intensity as he fucked her with his fingers. The moment was so intimate, so raw, that she lost herself in it, forgetting that she was trying not to react. “Does that feel good?” He murmured as her back arched off the table and she nodded.

  “Yeah.” Her hands kept rising off the table until eventually he held them down, leaning over her but still holding her gaze.

  “Good. Tell me when you’re on the edge.” It wasn’t long before she was wound as tightly as a piano wire, being played just as musically, and his hands fell away, leaving her growling with frustration. He walked away for a few moments and she was too frustrated to watch him, so she wasn’t prepared for the first stream of wax that splattered across her belly. She flinched and instinctively tried to protect herself, but he caught her hands before they could descend and slammed them back down onto the table.

  “If I have to punish you, you won’t like it.” He warned her, switching out the candle for another one and pouring a fine stream of wax across her chest. She tried to relax but her brain couldn’t ignore the fact that there was a flame hanging over her and something molten was dripping on her bare, naked skin. It didn’t hurt. The wax was just hot enough to be uncomfortable, but it teetered on the edge of actual pain.

  When he switched out for the fourth candle, his hand slid between her legs again, teasing her gently as he coated her thighs in the wax. She could feel it hardening on her skin, warm and slightly pliant with the bend and flex of her rib cage. Relaxing into his ministrations, she gazed at the ceiling and missed the moment where he poured wax around the edges of her pussy. She jerked, feeling it slide in an almost burning trail down the most sensitive parts of her body and then moaned out loud when it hardened and sensitised the area tenfold. He poured another stream there and then stopped.

  “Noelle, what did I tell you about your hands?”

  She jerked them back above her head, but it was too late. “I’m sorry.” She whispered, wondering if she was going to get punished.

  “I didn’t ask you if you were sorry. I asked what I said about your hands.”

  “You said that if you had to punish me, I wouldn’t like it.” She repeated his words back to him, swallowing the fear trying to rise in her chest. He had promised he wouldn’t hurt her, but she had no safe word. She was in here for the duration of whatever he felt she needed.

  “And what were you doing?”

  “I disobeyed an order.” She whispered. “I’m sorry; I couldn’t help it.”

  “I don’t care if you’re sorry. You shouldn’t have done it.” He blew out the candle that was in his hand and set it to one side, with a sober look on his face. “You will remain in this position until I return.” Shaking his head, he left the play room.

  Noelle lay on the table, fear fluttering like a hummingbird trapped in her ribcage. What was he going to do to her? She was too new at this, too inexperienced to begin to imagine what horrible punishment he would or could inflict on her. She was driving herself crazy when he returned with a small tray carrying a bowl, amongst other things. He set it at the table by her head and moved to untie her legs.

  “Get on all fours on the table.” He said softly, boosting her up when she struggled with her wrists still tied. Now that she was upright and facing in that direction, she frowned at the objects lying on the tray. The bowl was filled with water and there was a small vegetable paring knife and a hand of fresh ginger.

  “What’s that for?” She asked, forgetting herself, and he slapped her rear. It wasn’t to hurt her, just to remind her of her place. “Sorry.” She murmured, blushing.

  “This is for failing to obey a simple command.” Moving around to the head of the table, he picked up the knife and the ginger and deftly cut out the widest finger. With practised ease, he began skinning and carving it. Noelle had always loved the fragrance of fresh ginger when cooking and she closed her eyes and inhaled the astringent, warm scent with pleasure. “Ginger has a curious effect on subs.” Blue said conversationally after a few moments. “When inserted into the body or pressed to sensitive nerve endings, it either burns them or drives them wild.”

  “Burns?” Her eyes flew open, her fear returning full force.

  “Intense heat.” He agreed calmly, focusing on what was taking shape in his hands. “You’ll be able to handle it though. You’re already turned on, Noelle. The anticipation has wet that pretty little pussy of yours and, since this is your first time at figging, I’m going to break you in gently.”

  “Figging, Ma-...Blue? Is that what this is called?” She asked politely and he nodded.

  “It’s a little practised form of kink that’s been around in one form or another for a very long time.” He studied the shape in his hand and smiled, holding it up for her to see.

  “A b-butt plug?” She stuttered, her eyes going wide at what he’d carved, starting to tremble. “You’re going to put that...” She trailed off and he nodded, dipping it into the bowl of water to remove any remaining scraps of skin.

  “You earned this.” He told her, his voice still calm. “Take it like a good girl.”

  “What if it burns?” She whispered fearfully and he cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

  “Do you trust me?” He asked, his magnetic gaze swallowing the air from her lungs.

  She did trust him. She’d asked him to do this. She’d set him no limits. She’d earned this. “Yes.” She croaked, her throat dry. “I trust you, Blue.”

  “Then take it like a good girl.” He released her chin and moved around the table. Her breath came short as she felt the cold ginger, wet from the water, pressing against her tight hole. “Rel
ax into it.” His voice had gone deep and hypnotic and his other hand came up to stroke her back soothingly. “It’s not going to hurt.”

  She tried to make herself relax and closed her eyes, knowing it would be over soon. She felt him push it all the way in until it was seated firmly in her arse. It wasn’t big, but it was large enough to give her a sense of fullness.

  At first nothing happened, but then she felt the spreading warmth, right at the same time that Blue glided his fingers through her pussy and started playing with her clit.

  “Oh my god!” She gasped, feeling the warmth spread deep, deep within. It started gently but soon built up into an uncomfortably hot sensation. It wasn’t burning, but it was something close. It was intense and different and deeply erotic. Tingles raced across her pelvic floor, making her writhe and squirm.

  “Stay still or it will get hotter.” He withdrew his fingers from her clit and repositioned her legs so that her knees were spread widely apart. “Tell me if your legs cramp.” After steadying her for a couple more seconds, he took his hands away and then started to clear up as though she wasn’t even there.

  “Blue.” She whimpered after a couple of minutes, the wax on her stomach cracking as her muscles flexed, trying to ease her need.

  “How are you doing?” He came to her instantly, stroking her hair soothingly as she fought with her body to remain still.

  “I need.” She pleaded him. “I’m burning up...please...anything. I need something inside me. It aches, Blue.”

  “It’s a punishment.” He tried to restrain his amusement. “Ride it out, Little Monkey. I’m not bailing you out of this one.”

  “I hate you.” She ground out through gritted teeth and he laughed.

  “That’s not true. I’m one of your best friends. You love me. You just don’t like me very much right now.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re going to like me even less when I’m fucking your arse.”

  She hung her head. “I won’t dislike you for that. I asked for it. I know you won’t hurt me.”

  “You will dislike me, because I’m going to make you come for me while I do it and I know you hate that.” He pressed his hand over her mouth when she opened it to protest. “Trust me to know what you need, Noelle. I won’t have you hating your body for betraying you when it’s something natural and beautiful that it’s supposed to do.”

  “It’s not natural!” She protested when he released her lips. “It’s not designed for that!”

  “In this room, here and now, your body is designed for whichever pleasure I choose to demand of it. I am your master. You have no safe word. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will go.” He reached across and lightly squeezed her butt, sending a bolt of heat right through her core. Grinding her teeth, she refused to give him the satisfaction of crying out. Instead, she hung her head and tried to recite the alphabet backwards to distract herself from the party going on down below.

  She lasted for another eight minutes or so before the heat racing through her lower belly couldn’t be ignored any more.

  “Blue, please!” She undulated her whole body, trying to seek some sort of release, squeezing her thighs together and whimpering as it burned. “I can’t do this any more. It’s too much. I’m so hollow it hurts.”

  “It’ll be over soon.” He said mercilessly, taking the sting out of his words by rubbing the small of her back soothingly. The friction of skin on skin tipped her over the edge and she let her arms crumple beneath her, resting her head on the table as she sobbed.

  He let her stay that way until her hips stopped writhing and he guessed the heat had cooled. A quick glance at his watch told him she’d been up for almost twenty minutes and that was enough. Pulling her up and letting her get her hands beneath her, he cupped her chin and looked into eyes wet with tears.

  “Tell me what you have learned.” He said solemnly and she snuffled.

  “Not to disobey the master.”

  “Good girl.” With little ceremony, he removed the ginger and tossed it in a bucket for disposal. “Here, wipe your face.” He handed her a tissue and she straightened, accepted it gratefully and wiped her eyes and nose as she tried to stop sobbing.

  “Thanks.” She couldn’t reach the bucket and set it neatly on the edge of the table when she was done. While she’d been trying to get a grip of herself, he’d peeled most of the wax from her and set it to one side.

  “You’re welcome.” The ghost of a smile flitted across his lips. “Go and get on the spanking bench.” She opened her mouth to protest and snapped it immediately shut again. The figging incident, as she was sure she’d refer to it for the rest of her days, was too fresh and raw in her mind to disobey him again. She got down from the table and climbed awkwardly onto the padded bench, hating the way her arse felt exposed. She didn’t know why it was worse than being on all fours on the table, but it was. It felt like she was offering it up.

  Her wrists were still tied, so she just rested them loosely on the padding above her head. “What are you going to do?” She asked fearfully as he moved around behind her.

  “I’m taking back all the parts of you that he touched.” He replied calmly. “Spanking was a first and only for you with him. We’re about to reclaim that.” A large hand caressed the smooth globes of her rear, squeezing and massaging them until her arousal began to overtake her fear. “When you’re nice and rosy, I’m going to let you suck my cock while Master Henway sets up the suspension rig.”

  “Blue-...”

  “You have no safe word, Noelle. You asked for this.” He looked her right in the eyes. “You will obey me, or you will regret it.”

  She subsided into glowering anger and shame. Yes, she’d asked for it and yes, she’d not taken the option of a safe word. She just hadn’t realised, even in her wildest dreams, that he would bring Cal in on their session. It shouldn’t disturb her as much as it did, but the thought of being physically naked and vulnerable in front of the older master made fear slither icy and cold through her belly.

  The first crack of skin on skin came as a shock and she jerked, involuntarily flexing into the bench as he soothed the sting. She lay quietly as he reddened her cheeks with methodical slaps, wincing at each blow, but knowing she could pull through it. There was no way he was using the entire force of his muscle behind each blow. It just stung.

  As she tried to distance her mind from the throbbing, she drifted away from herself and didn’t hear the door to the play room opening, or Cal coming in. It wasn’t until he asked if they were ready for him that she crashed back to reality with a gasp. Blue rounded off his motion with a quick one-two to each cheek and then straightened.

  “Yes, we’re ready.”

  She lay still as Master Henway came into the room, torn between bolting in fear and throwing herself on their mercy. To her surprise, he didn’t even look at her. He nodded at Blue and then moved to one of the cabinets and started pulling out ropes. She narrowed her eyes. Blue must have organised this when he went out to fetch the ginger, which could only have been half an hour ago at most. Master Henway must have been expecting something like this and made himself available.

  Blue interrupted her musings by standing in front of her, breaking her line of sight. “Get on your knees, Noelle.” She pushed stiffly off the bench and dropped to her knees before him, the hard floor bruising her skin. As he began to undo the buttons of his jeans, the fear hit her again. There was no mercy in him today. She had no safe word. He knew her squick and he’d also admitted that he wasn’t above using squicks to make his subs fly. Would he come in her mouth?

  “What’s wrong?” He asked, pushing the front of his jeans open to release his cock, and she hesitated. If she told him, would the reminder make him do it? If she begged him not to, would it make any difference? “Tell me, Noelle, or I’ll get out the cane for you.”

  “I’m scared.” She side-stepped. “I’m not experienced at this.”

  “Don’t lie to me.” His gaze went fiery cold and
he grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

  “Please don’t come in my mouth.” She blurted out, her eyes watering. “I’m begging you, please don’t make me sick.”

  “If I want to come down your throat, I will.” He said softly, his face an impenetrable mask. “Open your mouth, Noelle.” Helpless to do anything else, she obeyed, tears streaming down her face as she closed her eyes and accepted him. At first he held her hair gently, but after a few moments he tightened his grip and began directing her movements, gently fucking her mouth. At first she fought him, scared he was going to trigger her gag reflex, but then she made herself relax into it. This was Blue. She trusted him implicitly or she wouldn’t be here. Just because he could come in her mouth if he wanted to, didn’t mean he actually would. There was a big difference between taking her body back from Gabriel and deliberately forcing something on her just for the hell of it.

  It was several minutes before he withdrew and Noelle’s jaw was aching just from the size of him. She massaged it surreptitiously while Blue turned to check on Cal, disguising it as brushing the hair from her face when the master glanced at her. They were ready, so she got to her feet and let them untie her hands in preparation.

  “I’m going to put you up in a dynamic side suspension.” Cal explained quietly as he began looping the soft rope around her waist. “What that means is that you’ll be hanging on your side but you will have some limited movement of your legs. Do you understand?”

  “Yes Master Henway.”

  “How extensive is your experience of suspension?” He asked, tying off one knot and selecting a new rope to bind her chest.