by Loki Renard
“I have,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “I also said I’d help you, teach you some lessons about how to behave. I haven’t done that yet, obviously. You think biting and destroying property is the way to retaliate for being disciplined.”
“You think tearing my clothes off is…” Her words failed her as he strode to the cage, threw the door open, and entered after her. She tried to dodge him and shuffle around him, but he caught her easily, plucking her off her feet and carrying her out to the bed. He dropped her in the very center of it and stood over her, shaking his head.
“You know you’re acting utterly outrageously, don’t you, Elliot.”
“You caged me,” she said. “You’ve kind of lifted the bar on what’s outrageous, Mav.”
“And you’re doing your best to put yourself over it,” he replied grimly. “You’re a smart girl, Ellie. Have you not realized that I’m always going to match escalation for escalation?”
She didn’t know what that meant until he pulled a new contraption from his pocket. It was a long piece of leather with a shiny red ball suspended in the middle of it. She knew what it was, of course. Cheaper versions of those tacky gags had been at every single one of the ‘sexy’ parties her friends had held. The one he was holding looked as though it was constructed far better than anything she’d ever seen before.
“Girls that bite get gagged,” he growled.
“No…” She tried to squirm away, but it was far too late. Mason grabbed her, his powerful body joining hers on the bed as a small scuffle ensued. He pinned her down on her stomach, her arms stuck by her sides thanks to his strong thighs at either side of her body as he straddled her.
“Goddammit… mpph!”
Mason reached under, took hold of her by the chin, and pushed the gag toward her mouth. She was immediately put into a terrible position. If she opened her mouth to argue, he’d be able to push the gag inside. If she kept her mouth closed, she couldn’t tell him to go fuck himself. Tough call. Real tough call.
In the end, he removed both options by pinching her nose. She opened her mouth to breathe and the gag slid in. He was quick to pull the leather straps around her head and fasten the buckle in place with two Velcro straps that kept it snug.
The gag slid into her mouth, the ball resting against her tongue. When she bit down she tasted leather and rubber. He had taken the power of speech from her and she was furious, but she was also a fraction of his size and there was nothing she could do besides make grumbling noises as he slid back a little, still keeping her pinned, though with a little less force.
“You really know how to make a bad situation even worse, Ellie,” he said. “Must be a family trait.”
She felt him pulling her hands back and fastening them together with a tie of some kind. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel soft silk that was strong and immovable as she tried to pull her hands out of the tie.
He had her now. She couldn’t say anything, she couldn’t even grasp for freedom. She was utterly captured.
Mason pulled three pillows to the center of the bed and lifted her up, placing her over them. Her ass was left high in the air, vulnerable to his displeasure.
He stood back, looking at her. She would have sworn, but she couldn’t, so she laid there, bound and gagged, her eyes narrowed at him as his green gaze ran over her naked body. She should have known that he would up the ante. Mason had never been able to stand anyone else having the upper hand. He stepped back toward the bed, looped the belt double in his hand, brought it up into the air and then back down again across the center of her ass with a swift stroke that made her howl against her gag.
“This is for biting me,” he said. “And for destroying the contents of your cage, not to mention throwing a tantrum when I wouldn’t allow you to be put in harm’s way.”
The belt cracked through the air again, landing precisely below the first stroke. She squealed into the gag as the belt imparted a searing sensation that hit her nervous system at a much higher pitch than when he spanked her. It didn’t have as much weight behind it, and the effect did not sink as deep, but it was turning the surface of her cheeks into a molten Hades.
“You are an impatient, ungrateful, spoiled little brat,” he growled down at her.
She shut her eyes, trying to avoid the sight of the belt. She could still hear it as it swept through the air, cutting across her cheeks for a third time. It found the sensitive skin at the very base of her bottom, where her cheeks met her thighs. She screamed into the gag, her legs kicking furiously. She would have propelled herself off the pillows and perhaps the entire bed if he hadn’t grabbed her by her bound wrists, steadying her for another three swats of the belt, each of which landed more or less precisely where the first three had, painting the middle of her bottom to the tops of her thighs with pain.
Tears blurred her vision as she experienced pure pain and utter humiliation. He was holding her down, beating her like a dog, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. He was merciless, utterly cruel, and in that moment she hated him so much she wished she’d bitten him a hundred times over.
She lost count after that. The belt kept traveling up and down her bottom and she kept squirming and fighting it as her tears flowed until finally she practically choked on the gag with all the sobbing and coughing. There was a brief moment where she was sure she wouldn’t be able to breathe thanks to her nose being blocked with her misery, but Mason released the gag, enabling her to take a deep breath, which then emerged from her mouth in a howl as the belt landed again in a searing stroke that took both cheeks in a hard swat.
When he was done, she cried on the bed for what seemed like forever as Mason walked around her, undoing the binds holding her wrists, then settling in on the bed and pulling her up against him, her head on his lap as he began to rub his hand over her bare back and bottom, soothing the very same sting he had just imparted.
Elliot curled up, her tears soaking his pants, her entire body quivering. It wasn’t just the pain of having the belt taken to her bottom, it was the disappointment she’d felt in every single stroke. He’d punished her because she was bad, and she really did feel bad to her very core. Nothing was going right. She was his prisoner, totally vulnerable to him and to the nasty people Aiden had brought into her orbit. What could she do against any of these great male forces that seemed so intent on breaking her? The tears that had begun as an expression of pain turned to sobs of misery that stemmed from everything. Her life was falling down around her, she didn’t know who or what she was anymore. She had lost her way and every instinct she had, every impulse she wanted to follow now seemed to not only be wrong, but worthy of harsh punishment.
“Ellie…”
She lifted her tearstained face to him as he reached down, ran a soft hand through her hair and caressed her cheek. She couldn’t hold his gaze for more than a second before burying her face again. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn’t.
She felt his hands reaching down for her, taking her underneath the shoulders. He eased her up the bed until she was next to him, his mouth finding hers as he kissed her thoroughly, his mouth covering hers, his tongue providing a gentle massage that distracted her from her pain and made her arch toward him, her naked body finding his still clothed form.
There was intention in his kiss, a passion that must have been roused from the process of punishing her. She could feel the hard ridge of his cloth-covered cock as he turned toward her, the thickness of it pressing against her soft bare belly.
As their kiss deepened, he growled against her mouth, and as her tears began to dry, he turned her onto her stomach, positioning her with her legs open. She stayed as he had put her as he stood up. She heard the soft but unmistakable sound of clothing being removed: shirt, shoes, socks, all discarded onto the floor.
Then he was behind her. Over her. She felt the plug moving between punished cheeks as he covered her body with his own. She felt his cock, hot and hard against her sore bottom, then
running down the crevice toward the entrance of her sex. He was going to fuck her. She couldn’t believe it. She was still sniffling into the bedding as he pinned her down, one hand on the back of her neck, the head of his cock lined up with her pussy. She let out a plaintive cry as he pushed inside her with a rough thrust. She heard the wetness of her pussy giving way to his rod and was shocked to discover that she was utterly soaked. Somewhere in the thrashing, her pussy had been responding not with remorse, but with rampant arousal.
Mason took full advantage of it, plunging inside her, his hips slapping her welted bottom as his cock sluiced inside her pussy. Every thrust made the plug move inside her as she was stretched in both her holes, his discipline throbbing inside her tight, sensitive little cunt.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” he growled in her ear as he held himself deep inside her, his cock so thick her pussy was still struggling to adjust. “You’ve been a naughty little toy, and now you’re going to get fucked like one.”
Comfort was going to come only in the form of climax. Mason fucked her roughly, his teeth finding her neck, taking hold of her sensitive skin as his cock branded her over and over again, making her pussy spread for him. This was a punishment fucking, and he was making it as hard as he could, pulling free and plunging back inside, so she felt the full effect of his thick rod making her pussy spread over and over.
He took her like that until he tired of having her face down. He pulled out then and tossed her over onto her back, the world spinning as he used her like a doll, plunging his cock back into her wet hole. He held onto her legs, pulling them up to his shoulders, sliding her pussy onto his cock. She wailed as his shaft went ever deeper, his hands sliding down her calves and thighs to grasp her by the hips and work her on his hard rod, her gleaming slit sliding back and forth until her toes curled and she cried out all over again.
Still he was not done. Having ravaged her pussy to his satisfaction for the moment, he pulled his cock free of her lower lips, reached for her hair and swung her around on the bed, pushing his cock into her open mouth. She tasted her juices on his rod as he pushed it into her mouth, fucking her lips just as he had fucked her pussy. She looked up into his eyes, saw passion and dominance and utter determination in his green gaze.
“You’re mine,” he growled as the thick head of his cock pushed over her tongue. “Every part of you, and I’ll do as I please with you.”
She felt his cock reach the back of her tongue, nearly breaching her throat before pulling free. He let out a little growl and then stood up, shifting her to the edge of the bed so that her head was on the soft perimeter, tipped slightly back.
“Swallow when I go deep,” he instructed, using his grip in her hair to pull her head further back. When he pushed in again, his cock went all the way to the back. She panicked for a second, then swallowed and felt his cock slide deeper still. He was fucking her throat, using her mouth and beyond.
“Good,” he growled, pulling out to let her breathe before plunging back deep again. She was completely captured, pinned in place, his heavy thick balls swinging near her eyes as he fucked her mouth. Her welted bottom was still grinding against the bed as her hips swayed, her pussy still wet with arousal.
With her head tipped back and Mason’s cock plunging into her throat, she was left blinded to what was going on. She couldn’t see, but she felt his hand between her thighs, his fingers rubbing over her slit for a second before he pushed his shaft deep into her throat and swatted her sex, her puffy lower lips stinging under his discipline. Elliot cried out around his cock and felt it slide deeper before he pulled free and let her whimper and breathe again.
“What is it? You thought your punishment was over? Oh, no. With that tantrum and display… with you coming for me with your teeth?” He swatted her pussy again, and she pulled her knees up to try to protect the sensitive spot.
“Down!” He snarled the word. “Open your thighs.”
She didn’t have time to complain, for his cock plunged back inside her mouth, her lips tight around his thick dick as he swatted her pussy over and over, punishing her lips with quick little slaps that made them sting and swell.
Punished beyond any measure she had ever imagined was possible, she writhed beneath him, his cock pounding inside her mouth, his fingers punishing her pussy until he pulled free of her lips, reached down, took her inner thigh and swung her around so her spanked pussy was exposed to his hard rod again. She was whimpering, moaning, tearful, and begging as he came down over her, his fingers in her hair, his mouth against hers, his cock thrusting deep insider her poor punished pussy with hard strokes as he fucked them both to the orgasm they so desperately needed. Elliot screamed with pleasure pain, every part of her utterly overloaded with emotion and desire. She came with a ragged cry, as a climax was wrenched from her body, his throbbing cock swelling inside her, his cum filling her sore pussy with spurt after spurt coating the bare walls of her sex. He held himself inside her, locking the cum against her unprotected womb, the walls of her cunt clenching his cock, drawing his load deeper as they kissed. She whimpered into his mouth as his rough kiss deepened, his dominance complete as his seed seeped into her most secret places. She was still quivering, as he began to soften inside her, holding her close, cradling her against his chest as he laid back and finally her punishment was over.
Elliot took comfort in his touch and in his strong frame as finally he was gentle with her, caressing her cheek and her neck and down her back, all the way to her sore bottom, which he rubbed in soft little circles. He said little. He didn’t need to. Now she knew what it meant to have been ravished by a man, to have been used utterly and completely, to have her body be weak and sore in the aftermath of his lust.
It took time for her to recover her powers of speech, let alone get the courage to use them. When she did, an accusation left her lips.
“That was cruel, Mason,” she said, her voice hoarse. She didn’t know if it was because of the throat fucking or all the screaming and crying she had been doing.
“No, it wasn’t,” he said patiently. “You tested me. Swearing at me, biting me, throwing everything out of your cage. Every bit of that was a test—your way of trying to exert your will over mine. You needed a harsh response.”
“I didn’t need that,” she whimpered.
“Yes, you did,” he said, caressing her sweetly. “You saw me deal with criminals today. You saw a side of me you haven’t seen before. And you were scared. I thought I might need to reassure you that you’d always be safe with me. But when we got home, you didn’t just lose all that fear, you threw every bit of bad behavior you had at me. And that told me you needed a thorough punishment. You wanted to know how bad it could be. Well, Elliot Taylor-Chapman…” He leaned down, his lips brushing hers. “It can be all you just experienced and much, much worse.”
A naughty shiver ran through her. “I don’t think I want to know.”
“If I know you, you’ll find out one day,” Mason purred. “But I hope you don’t. Right now, you’re going back into that cage.”
She snuggled into him and cast a look at the cage. “But… it’s all ruined.”
“It is, isn’t it,” he agreed with a dark smirk. “Makes me think of an old saying about making beds and lying in them.”
“Can’t I stay with you?” She looked up at him with sweet hope.
He looked down at her with an expression that made her quiver at her very core, his voice rough with dominance as he gave her the order for the second and last time.
“Cage. Now.”
Chapter Five
When he came for her again, Elliot was awake. She had been trying to nap in her cage, curled up on the carpet. It wasn’t really comfortable enough to sleep—she really wished she’d at least left herself a pillow or something when she was throwing everything out. Her body was aching in a dozen new ways. Her jaw was sore, her pussy was throbbing all the way to the very core of her, she could feel his cum drying on her inner thighs. He hadn’
t cleaned her up, he’d put her away wet and sticky and left her to her aching fate.
Mason’s reappearance was welcome, and even more welcome was the news he brought with him. They were cleared to try another visit. He also produced another dress, similar to the first. She wondered if he had a collection of easily tearable silk dresses stashed somewhere, but didn’t ask. Now wasn’t the time for flippancy. This was her chance to make sure that everything she was going through was actually worth it.
“I need to clean up a little,” she said. “I’m kind of dirty.”
He smirked, his sexy face taking on an incredibly handsome aspect as he looked her over. “My dirty little toy,” he said. “We don’t have time for a bath, but I’ll give you five minutes to shower.”
“Thank you!” She pressed a kiss to his cheek as he let her out of the cage and swatted her bottom to send her toward the bathroom. The shower was much needed, and she sneaked a quick pee in as well, though he hadn’t technically said she could do that. Soon she was washing herself for the first time, the simple act feeling like an exotic privilege as she stood beneath the hot steaming jet of water, rubbing her tender body with soap and making sure to keep her ass out of the flow. Every time the hot water touched it, the pain flared and made her squeak.
He had marked her all over, she could feel him everywhere, and even as she soaped the remnants of his cum away, she felt a little regret that it would no longer be on her body. What was happening to her? She was becoming someone who liked to wear her master’s cum, and to be flooded with his scent. Her downy pussy was sensitive, both from the hard fucking and the spanking he’d given her, but she still let the water run over her mound, because it felt good as much as it felt bad. She could have come with the showerhead pointed at her naughty little nub, but the door to the bathroom opened and Mason interrupted.
“I said five minutes.”
“Oh, uhm, I was just very dirty,” she giggled behind the steamy glass, beyond which he was a tall, dark figure.