by Alyssa Clark
I wanted this woman so much I could hardly think past it.
“How does this work?” I asked, because while I had done research, the vast majority of what I read implied some sort of relationship was going on between submissive and dominant. Angela had already made it clear that there would be no sex between us. Franklin had confided that no matter what he offered her she denied him as well.
“Anytime that you find yourself back here or any other place that we may engage in an appointment, you will refer to me as Mistress and nothing but. Understand?” I nodded, and her hand came around to cup my chin, forcing my head back as I looked up at her. “You will do as I say, anytime you rebel or do not do as you are told then you will be punished.”
“And what if I do as you say?” I watched one of her sleek eyebrows raise, it was clear I forgot something, and I knew what it was. But, I wanted to test her and see just what she was capable of. “Mistress?”I added quickly, I didn’t want to be dumb about it.
“If you are good, you get rewarded,” she gave me a smile that made me want to drag my tongue along those bow-shaped lips. I wanted them wrapped around my dick more than anything.
“What kind of reward will I get?”
Her smile widened, “That’s for me to decide. Do you wish to continue, Mr. Clarke?”
Her fingers swept around and caressed my bottom lip, without prompting I opened and sucked her thumb into my mouth. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, but I flicked my tongue against the pad of it. Her eyelids lowered as she met my gaze, she didn’t stop me or pull her thumb from my mouth. I saw the lust I felt mirrored in her gaze, and I wondered if I would be able to manage to get a reward I would enjoy. “I don’t want to leave,” I managed finally after she pulled her thumb from my mouth, what that meant I didn’t know.
“Stand and follow me then,” she instructed, her tone didn’t offer much room for argument. She turned without waiting to see if I would listen, it was likely that someone that employed her services did exactly what she asked. Did they still get punished? The implements that I could make out suggested that they did. If being strapped to a table was a form of punishment, what would a reward look like?
I followed her regardless, feeling something twist up in my gut at the idea of being a dutiful dog watching this woman walk. Well, watching her ass the majority of the way. “On the bed,” she gestured to a wrought iron bed with a threadbare mattress. I didn’t know if I should be hopeful or afraid.
I did as she commanded, not at all mindful of the erection I had. I settled down on my back and tried to focus on the black ceiling above me. There was nothing relaxing about the position I was in. I tried not to let her watching get to me too much. My heart was hammering in my ears, and I didn’t know what to expect. I never thought I would be afraid of a woman. I didn’t know how to react with the way that she looked at me, there was the obvious excitement that I couldn’t contain. It wasn’t something I could hide with my erection standing up tall.
I think it was the fact that I was in unfamiliar territory. Even with watching copious amounts of BDSM porn and reading articles on it, I was still unprepared. The vast majority of what was to offer had women as the submissive. Seeing some of the things that men did to their subs was enough to make me sweat. I didn’t know that I would respond the same way. I wasn’t interested in having her call me names or humiliate me in any way. But I didn’t think I could walk away from her. Not with getting something out of it other than just a hand job.
“On your stomach,” she commanded lightly. “Make sure you are going to be comfortable with this,” she tapped lightly on my cock with a finger.
It was an effort to not roll my hips upward in response. It was a teasing amount of pressure that didn’t give me anything to work with. Irritated, I rolled over and carefully adjusted my cock so it wouldn’t be too much pressure on it. After some shifting around I tried to settle down to see where it would go from here.
“Put your hands above your head, together at the wrist,” she instructed.
I swallowed hard as I did as she bid me, that’s when I started to feel things knot up. Kneeling in front of her was one thing, letting her chain me to a bed was another. Especially when she said there would be no sex involved. It made me question my reasoning behind doing this. Why should I care if she strung Allen along and used him for his money? Why did that affect me? Why was I letting this woman hurt me?
She took hold of one wrist and crossed it with another. It set my further on edge, but I didn’t bother uttering the safe word. Acquittal stayed at the forefront of my mind like my brain didn’t want me to forget it. It knew that I would need it.
I took a breath and shakily let it out as she secured my wrists together then pulled them taut. I watched as she secured them to the bed. Once she had me tied to it she gave my wrists a tug to see if it would break easily. The fact that she had the knowledge to check them chilled me a little, but it seemed like she was more apt to touch me now. Her hand started on my bound wrists and she slid her fingers down from there, caressing my forearm all the way down to my shoulder. With each touch, it seemed like she set the tense muscles at ease.
I did my best to try to relax, though it was hard to let go completely. She skimmed down my back, using her nails but not quite digging in. I shivered when she traced my spine down to my ass. Before she told me what she was going to do to me, but now she was so quiet. I had to adjust myself so I could watch her, there was something unnerving about not being able to see her and not knowing what she wanted to do to me.
I was owed a punishment. That was all that I knew.
Her hand stilled on one cheek of my ass, and I waited. She caressed my ass gently and it only seemed to add to it. I expected a slap, something, anything, to justify the fact that she had me so keyed up. The anticipation was going to kill me, and I imagine she knew that. The only way I could think was to settle down and wait, I couldn’t let this put me over the edge. I wasn’t going to fall for her game anymore.
That was a mistake. Relaxing. Because as soon as I let go of the anticipation, it was like she sensed it. That’s when she struck. I have no idea what she hit me with, but I felt strips of fire alone the small of my back. I couldn’t hold back the gasp of pain that went through me. I didn’t get time to prepare for the second strike either, she quickly struck me again in the same way.
“One,” I managed before she struck me a third time. “Two,” I wasn’t going to let her do me like she did the first time. I made sure to count out each strike she laid onto me out loud and clearly. I had no idea how long she intended to beat me like this, she hadn’t said.
My entire back was burning by the time I got to five I had begun to tremble uncontrollably from it, and she had barely swatted my ass. The licks of each lash left my muscles twitching in their wake. The pain wasn’t intense, I imagine it would have hurt more if she put more force behind it. I doubted she broke the skin, but that likely wasn’t the point of what she was doing. Instead, there was this fiery sting that left me clenching every muscle in preparation for the next strike.
“Stay here,” she said like I could go anywhere. I guess she was going to stick with just giving me five. I wouldn’t be complaining. This wasn’t a turn on, my erection had waned to half-mast at best. The sight of her in the skimpy lingerie wasn’t enough to perk his interest back up. Pain just wasn’t something that would do it for me.
I guess I was doing this for the wrong reasons. I didn’t see how this could alleviate stress at all. If anything the anticipation of punishment would only add to it for me.
The thin mattress dipped under her weight, and I felt a cooling cream being smoothed over my skin. It was similar to what she did the last time, as she studiously cared for my battered skin after she did the battering. People paid her to do this to them? I was definitely barking up the wrong tree.
I felt something wet against my shoulder, it got my attention away from where she was smoothing the lotion on the small of my b
ack. I twisted my head just enough to see her tracing her tongue against my skin. The way the skin twitched I assumed it was over a mark she had left. The punishment didn’t get me going, but if this was the way the aftercare would be, I didn’t have a hope of walking out of here without a raging hard-on.
My cock came back to life with a vengeance, and I couldn’t help the noise I made when she pressed her lips against me. Those blue eyes of her flared to life when she met my gaze. Lust was looking back at me. At least there was some relief in knowing she felt what I did. Her eyelids lowered, and she traced a path up my shoulder blade to the curve of my neck. I didn’t expect the feelings it gave me, my breath caught, and I tilted my head so she would have better access for whatever she planned now.
She gave me open-mouthed kisses against my skin, sucking little circles of flesh into her mouth and giving me just a small idea of what it might feel like to have her lips on my dick. Her teeth scraped against me, and it didn’t do anything to deter me. I groaned, uncontrolled, as goose bumps seemed to make everything extra sensitive.
Her teeth sank in, and I gasped. It was a sharp pain not unlike that of her whip, or whatever the hell she had beat me with. But it didn’t hurt the same way. The pounding in my cock only seemed to increase as she sucked on my skin; she was going to leave a mark at this rate and I couldn’t give a damn. All I could think about now was getting ball deep into her. The pain wasn’t something that drove me, just the smell of her. The feminine floral smell of her perfume and the sweet musk that I could only assume was her. Was she as turned on as I was?
I wanted her. I wanted her so fucking bad I was willing to let her beat me as much as she’d want as long as I would get the chance to fuck her. I saw Allen’s infatuation now. But I’d be damned if I ended up like him.
“Do it again,” I demanded as soon as she released me from the suction of her mouth. I wanted her to bite me again.
I felt her chuckle before I had the pleasure of hearing it. She leaned into my side, pressing her breasts into my upper back as she started to whisper kisses up my neck to my ear. “You’re not the boss here,” she hummed against me. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
I relaxed back against the bed and fought not to groan in frustration. Her tongue and mouth seemed to be all to content to tease my ear. Was this my reward? Aching need?
She got up off the bed and stepped away from me, her heels clicking across the cement. “Roll onto your back, Mr. Clarke. If you experience any excessive pain, please let me know,” I was too caught up in watching the swaying of her hips as she went into what I assumed was a bathroom.
This woman was either a goddess or a monster, I couldn’t tell which. If she was a goddess, she had to be one of the ones that reaped vengeance onto unsuspecting men. Somehow I caught her attention.
I grunted as I rolled over, it was a feat considering that my arms were secured over my head. The way she had strung me up on the bed still gave me some slack to work with. As soon as my back hit the mattress I winced, the muscles twitched in protest and the skin burned. I didn’t say a word, what would be the point? She had done this to me, and there was nothing to take it back. I shifted as much as I could to get comfortable before I finally just settled down and decided to deal with the irritation.
Angela came back to me with a towel, she was still in the process of drying her hands. She eyed me with an appreciation I didn’t expect to see in her eyes. I saw hunger there. It thrilled me in a way I didn’t expect. But now I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I shifted and splayed my legs, giving her something to look at.
Her hand danced across my chest, tracing the lines of muscle and making me vow to get back into that routine. I wanted her salivating when she looked at me, I wanted to see a burning lust in her expression that felt like mine. I didn’t want her to be able to resist me.
There didn’t seem to be any bit of distaste with the way that she looked at me now. But I could tell she was careful not to show me too much. She circled one nipple slowly, drawing the usually flat bit of skin to peak in a way I hadn’t expected. I never thought my chest overly sensitive, but I shuddered as she continued to stimulate me.
She switched from one pec to the other and began to toy with my nipple. Was this how it felt for women? It was something that I wouldn’t mind, it only seemed to magnify everything, even the quickening pulse in my cock.
Her hand drifted down until her fingers were tangled in the light brown pubic hair around the base of me. I had made a point to groom myself down there, but when she pulled, I found myself wishing I had shaved. It wouldn’t be a mistake I made again.
“Do you want to cum, Mr. Clarke?” Her voice was beckoning, sweet like honey and something I would give anything for a taste.
“Yes,” I rasped, finding it hard to focus as she closed her fingers around me now. “Yes, please,” I had sense enough to remember just how I was supposed to respond. “May I cum please?”
“Such a good boy,” she purred against my cheek, giving my cock a squeeze as she pressed into my side. “I like to hear you say please, Mr. Clarke. Say it again, and I’ll be sure to give you a very good reward.”
I held my breath, not sure how long I would be able to deal with her playing with me like this. “May I cum please?” It came out as a croak, any attempt at being sexy about it was loss with the way she touched me.
“Such a good boy,” she purred again. She got up, and for a second, I thought after all of that teasing she was going to leave me here was another form of punishment, cruelty that I hadn’t been prepared for. I could already feel my testicles begin to ache in protest. I didn’t even bother to track where she was, I was more involved in my own suffering.
That was a mistake.
She came back to me with a pole in her hands. I forgot about my blue balls and focused on what she was doing now. “What is that?” I couldn’t help the fear in my voice. This was new to me, and I hated to think where she would put the dark metal pole, the questions she had asked me earlier was something she was going to take into consideration before she did anything to me.
Right?
I didn’t know for sure, but without even meeting my worried gaze she began to put the pole into place between my knees. There were straps that looked like it made it so that it would keep my legs apart. I didn’t fight her as she secured it to me. I just waited to see if she was going to give me an explanation as to what she was doing. As soon as she had my splayed and on display to her liking she jerked the bar upward so that she could then hook it onto the iron headboard.
I was curled upward with my knees up in the air. My ass and everything else was exposed, and there was no fighting the way she had me strung up, it made me feel vulnerable. “What are you doing?” I hated this feeling. I didn’t want to be tied to the bed anymore.
“I’m going to give you a reward,” she gave me a smile that was probably meant to put me at ease. “This is what you get for being a good boy, Mr. Clarke. But if you continue to question me out of place, I will forget to give it to you in favor of punishing your insolence.”
“A reward doesn’t involve you doing something that’s going to hurt me, is it?” Kneeling before her was one thing, letting her spank me or whip me was pushing it. But being curled up with my legs spread out like this was a whole other thing.
Angela put a hand on the back of my thigh, her voice soothing and calm as if she felt just my discomfort. “Calm down,” it was a demand that got my attention. “This is about trust,” her gaze caught mine and she held it as she spoke. “That is what a relationship like this is reliant on. Trust. You have to understand that while I am going to hurt you, I am going to punish you. I am not going to hurt you in a way that will do you actual harm. I won’t do anything that will make it impossible for you to function.”
She sat on the bed and started to stroke my skin, causing goosebumps to rise as she went up and down my thighs. “If this position has you uncomfortable all you need to do i
s say your safe word, and I will stop. That’s how this works, remember?”
There was some comfort in that. I relaxed back into the bed as best I could in my current position. Despite it all, I wanted to know what my reward would be. I watched her warily as she shifted onto the other end of the bed. To my surprise, I watched as she trailed her tongue from the crown of my cock down to my testicles. Worries were immediately forgotten in favor of getting one of the things I had wanted from the moment I first saw her.
I wasn’t going to speak up now, not with how much I wanted this. If she was going to suck me off as a form of reward I was more than willing to let her. I could only imagine how it would compare to the hand job she had given me the first time.
She didn’t immediately make any attempt to swallow me. Instead, she licked a path along my shaft to my balls. I tried to keep my breathing even in the event she decided that just this would suffice as a reward. I expected her to travel back up, but she trailed her tongue down lower. She licked a swath beneath my testicles, giving me a good view of how they looked to rest on her cheek. Then that deft little tongue went further south. I felt her circle the rim of my asshole.