by Anya Summers
By the tenth stroke of his hand against her backside, her butt was on fire, but she also noticed her body softening in other areas. Wetness trickled down her thighs, her nipples were hard points and the pain churned, sending volts of electricity straight to her pussy.
At the fifteenth swat, Naomi was having a hell of a time not moaning. Jared knew precisely where and how hard to strike her rear for maximum impact. There seemed to be a direct line from her blazing hot ass straight to her core. She was almost eagerly anticipating the next spank when he moved away from her.
Naomi wanted to cry. Why was he leaving her? Her body had been on edge from the moment they had kissed yesterday.
“Since you seem to be enjoying your punishment a bit too much, I’m adding to it. You are not to come, do you understand me?” he said.
She was about to shake her head when he inserted a vibrating bullet inside her pussy and turned it on. He put it on a medium speed that was just fast enough to set her body on edge. Her eyes just about rolled back into her skull as the vibrations mingled with the fire in her ass to create an inferno of pulse-pounding desire. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Then Jared’s hand was back in position on her lower back and he resumed her spanking. Every time he swatted her rear, spears of pleasure zinged straight to her clit and her pussy clenched around the bullet vibe. She had to focus as her orgasm neared, pushing back her body’s need to implode.
Again and again, his hand fell against her bottom, and she could no longer contain her moans. Her body was splintering, shattering into a million pieces with every spank; reaching, grasping for the bright pinnacle that was her release.
And then he stopped, withdrew the bullet from her pussy, and began undoing her restraints. She moaned. “No. Please.” She was so far gone that she wasn’t certain what it was she wanted or what she was asking him for.
When he helped her up off the bench, she burst into tears.
Jared cupped her face and tilted it up toward his. His magnetic gaze searched hers and a hunger entered his eyes. He stroked a thumb over her lower lip, the callouses sending skitters of pleasure down along her spine. “Let me love you, little one. I promise to ease your suffering and make you come harder than you ever have before. Your body is begging for release. Let me give you what you need.”
Her knees shook at his offer. Her body responded, her sex throbbed in aching need.
“Yes.” She nodded.
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into his bedroom.
“But I thought we would… you know, in your dungeon.”
He flashed her a smile which, had her panties still been on, would have incinerated them on the spot. “No, little one, for tonight, I think you deserve a bed. I will still restrain you, but since you are such a novice to this world, I think simple will do.”
Naomi blushed ferociously. How could he read her so well, to know that she wanted to be with him in his bed and not in that cold impersonal space?
Jared laid the succulent lass on his bed. He planned to use her in so many ways, he felt Naomi would be more comfortable there. They had plenty of time to take advantage of his private dungeon. The woman was lush, her breasts full and round with dusky brown nipples already pert in pointy crowns just begging for his mouth. Seeing her bare, shaved pussy when she’d stripped for her punishment, he’d had to use every ounce of control he possessed not to fall on her and ravish her like a beast.
As it was, his cock was so hard he could probably cut stone with it. Her body had loved being disciplined and he’d had to grit his teeth as he swatted her delectable rear, which he’d wanted to nibble on when he spied wetness dampening her folds.
“I’m going to restrain you, little one, with some Velcro restraints,” he said, holding them up for her inspection. She looked like a caramel skinned Aphrodite splayed out on his bed and he held his breath, waiting for her to agree. It was up to him to ensure that her entry into the BDSM world was memorable.
She contemplated the black ties for a brief moment—one of the longest of his life—before nodding her head in the affirmative.
He began affixing the straps over her ankles first, then her wrists. “While tonight is all about pleasure, if at any time something hurts or feels wrong, I want you to use the safeword red, do you understand?” he said.
Her eyes widened slightly, her pink tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and she said on a breathy whisper, “Yes.”
Oh, yeah, she was a submissive. And he planned to master her. “From here on out, you will address me as Master or Sir, understood?” he asked as he tested her restraints, ensuring that they weren’t too tight. Jared divested himself of his shirt and slacks, opting to keep his boxer briefs on.
“Naomi, I asked you a question.” He could smell the spicy aroma of her arousal and had to contain his groan.
“Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”
“Good. You are not to come until I allow it.”
His smile was wolfish as he climbed onto the bed between her thighs. Her pussy beckoned his fingers and he ran his index finger through her slit, only for it to come away drenched. Now it was his turn to lick his lips as he sucked his finger into his mouth. It was coated with her dew.
Not come until he allowed it. How would she survive? The mere sight of Jared kneeling between her thighs and reveling in her taste almost made her come on the spot. Naomi’s belly fluttered in anticipation as he leaned over her, ground his pelvis against hers, and took her mouth in a devastating kiss. She returned his kiss with equal ardor. But he destroyed her as he commanded a response from her. He invaded with a singular purpose, to eradicate every man who had come before him.
Naomi burned as he devoured her moans and took the kiss deeper, plunging his tongue inside, caressing hers in bold, domineering strokes. She never wanted the embrace to end. It felt like she’d been waiting her whole life to experience Jared’s kiss. Her breasts pebbled into hard points and wetness leaked from her sex as she throbbed, eager for more of him.
Jared released her mouth, trailing a distinct line of fire to her left breast. She stared, fascinated, as his mouth hovered over her nipple, his gaze fixed on hers as he opened his lips and sucked her inside.
She gasped at the exquisite pleasure. His tongue lashed at the peak, circling it as he suckled her deeper. Each tug on her nipple sent torrents of lightning straight to her sex.
“Ow!” She yelped as he bit down on the engorged bud. Pleasure-pain arched through her system.
He released her breast with a popping sound and regarded her, desire raging in his green gaze which had almost turned black. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips.
“Let me know if it’s too much pressure for you, little one.”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He took the abused bud into his mouth again and bit down but with more force. She strained, her back arching as volts of electric pleasure zapped her body. He continued his erotic assault on her breast until the nipple was swollen and distended before he moved on to its twin, where he began the process all over again.
He laved the hard peak, stroking and teasing it with his tongue. She arched her back as much as the restraints would allow, attempting to feed him more of her breast. Delicious sensations swirled, interrupted by sharp bursts of pleasure-pain as he bit down.
Naomi was floating in a sea of passion. Her entire world boiled down to Jared and his magnificent mouth. Her punishment forgotten, she was so near the edge of bliss she could feel her body spiraling toward orgasm. She needed the release.
Jared released her breast with a last flick of his tongue. His gaze caught hers as he moved his body south. His tongue and fingers caressed every one of her scars. She blinked back tears. As aroused as she was, she had never expected him to move her.
He caressed the flesh of her inner thighs as he bent his head down toward her pussy. He spread her folds with his fingers, stroking thr
ough her flesh, and stared at her sex like a starving man about to feast upon a buffet.
He sucked in a breath and groaned as he uttered, “Christ, you’re drenched, little one.”
Then his fingers stroked around her clitoris in a lazy circle, never actually touching the sensitive flesh. The man thought to drive her mad with wanting. She craved his touch, wanted to rub her pussy against his seeking fingers so that she could come. But he and the restraints held her firmly so that all she could do was accept it and surrender to his demanding touch.
She mewled as he continued his torturous strokes, like he was learning her body, seeing which touch made her pant, which one made her squirm, and which one made her eyes damn near roll back in her head and her hips writhe in unrequited need.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what, little one?” He didn’t stop his erotic exploration, rubbing a firm circle around her clit, which throbbed and ached as it swelled.
“Let me come, Sir.”
He chuckled deep in his chest. “Not yet, little one, let go and let me take care of you. I promise it will be more pleasure than you could have ever dreamed of.”
Naomi inhaled a deep breath, forcing herself to relax, and said, “Yes, Sir.”
At Jared’s sexy grin, her belly tightened. His mouth descended, his gazed fixed on hers as he swiped his tongue across her clitoris. Her mouth fell open on a moan as he gorged himself on her pussy. His tongue stroked through her labia, lapping at her cream, circling, and flicking across her clit, sending waves of pleasure arcing through her body. Her nipples stabbed toward the ceiling as her fervor grew. And then his tongue slid inside her quivering channel. Electric sparks ricocheted through her at the onslaught. He held her hips firmly, ensuring she had no escape as he plundered her pussy, stroking his tongue inside her, and then he would withdraw and squish it over her swollen nub. He bit her engorged flesh and she couldn’t stop the moan.
“Jared, please, please let me come.”
He lifted his mouth, his face coated with her cream, and said, “What did you call me?”
It took her brain a moment to process her error. Shit! “I meant Sir, sorry Sir.”
“Almost, little one, you are still trying to control things, and until you fully relinquish your control over to me, I will not allow it. So it all depends on you.”
Then his mouth, his wonderful, magical, sinful mouth, attached itself to her pussy. And she was lost. With every stroke of his tongue, every lash against her throbbing clit, every slide through her dewy folds, and plunge inside her aching passage, Naomi felt herself splintering. At war with herself, she wanted the climax she could feel blurring the edges of her sanity, but if she surrendered everything to him, what would be left of her once it was all said and done?
Jared’s magic tongue chose that moment to vigorously flick against her throbbing nub and she wailed in frustration. She wanted to come, she needed to come, but he wouldn’t let her, the bastard, until she gave him everything. He bit down hard on her bud, moisture flooded her already drenched folds, and she felt the bright torrents of her release. When he siphoned her engorged clitoris into his mouth and suckled it, Naomi was lost.
She let go, allowing the waves of pleasure he was treating her to to sweep her up and carry her away. As if he felt her acquiescence, he increased his onslaught, driving her body toward release like a runaway freight train.
“Come now, little one.” He growled against her pussy as he ate her with such renewed vigor, Naomi had no choice as her body snapped and stars exploded.
“Ahhh,” she wailed, her voice filling his penthouse. She came, her body shuddering, her nipples stabbing toward the ceiling. She came apart and was re-forged as she clenched around his tongue as it drew every ounce of her climax to the forefront. Jared didn’t release her pussy until the last quaking vestige of her orgasm had subsided.
Naomi floated in a haze while Jared moved away. She was on this lovely plateau. She’d never had an orgasm from oral before and wondered if she was dreaming.
Jared returned, lifting her hips up as he fit a wedge cushion under them. It tilted her pelvis up about six inches. And then she realized he’d removed his boxers. His cock stood at attention, the bulbous head glistening with pre-cum as he slid a condom over his huge length.
Her body tightened in on itself, strumming back to life.
Naomi watched, fascinated, as he stroked his erection through her damp folds, parting her labia lips as he fit his wide crown at the opening of her sheath. She whimpered as he waited—for what, she wasn’t certain. His thumb rubbed her clit, sending sparks of need into her pussy. And still he held himself back.
Need pummeled her. She wanted him inside her, she needed to feel his firm length sliding in and filling her. Restrained as she was, she couldn’t tilt her hips more and try to force him in.
And that was when it hit her. She was still trying to control things. Even after giving up her control briefly, she’d taken it back the moment her climax receded. Did she want him enough to give it up completely?
Yes. She relaxed her body by degrees, wet her lips and asked, “Please, Sir, please fuck me.”
He growled deep in his chest. “I thought you’d never ask, little one.”
And then he plunged inside her quaking heat to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass, and they both moaned at the exquisite sensation. He was so large, stretching her delicate tissues, filling her body to the brim. His wide girth made every nerve ending stand at attention.
Jared rolled his hips, plunging his firm shaft in and out in rapid succession that left her breathless. The way she was restrained, she could do little more than accept the rigorous and thorough lovemaking. He held her thighs captive as he canted his hips, setting up a fervent pace that set her body on a delirious edge. Her body clasped at his, trying to draw him further inside. Then he scraped his thumb over her clit and her head dropped back, her mouth falling open on a seemingly constant string of moans at the intense, earth-shattering pleasure cascading in her veins.
Holy Toledo! I didn’t know sex could be like this.
Naomi’s brain simply melted as her world boiled down to Jared and the way he commanded her body. Her next orgasm hit in a spiraling wave, stealing her breath as she gasped and strained. But he didn’t stop fucking her. Jared leaned forward, holding himself up on his arms, and pounded his cock inside her. In this new angle, every plunge hit her womb in an almost painful fashion, making her body walk a fine line between intense pleasure and the sharp bite of pain.
It was incredible. And she was beyond senseless.
He jackhammered his dick in short brutal digs that had her keening and screaming. She felt another climax building and could do nothing but ride the intense waves of pleasure bombarding her system. Over and over, he plunged his hips. Jared fucked like a man about to face a firing squad, with a single-minded determination to wring every ounce of pleasure out of his system—and his partner’s.
Being on the receiving end of his intensity and focus as he plowed his shaft inside with such force, Naomi’s body imploded. Her body clenched around his pounding manhood as stars burst behind her lids. And still he didn’t lose control of his composure. Instead, he changed angles. He released her ankles from their restraints and removed the cushion from beneath her hips. Then he maneuvered her legs until they were hooked over his shoulders and he leaned further forward.
This angle made his cock plow her even deeper. It was only then after he’d wrung a multitude of climaxes from her that he began to unleash his control. He hammered her grasping sheath and her body coiled in on itself. She couldn’t hold back her keening as he drove inside her like a battering ram. His cock lengthened as he plunged and Naomi’s body tingled, on the edge. She knew the next orgasm would be massive and the last one for the night. As much as she didn’t want their lovemaking to end, she also yearned for that bright shining climax she could feel barreling down upon her like a comet.
“Come,” Jared
growled and Naomi’s body burst like the big bang.
As her body shook and trembled from the atomic force of her orgasm, Jared jerked and his cock jolted.
“Naomi,” he roared as he strained above her, his body rigid as he climaxed. He didn’t stop plunging inside her until his own tremors ceased.
Then he tenderly undid the restraints at her wrists and moved her legs off his shoulders, massaging her calves and thighs as he did so. She knew she must look like the cat that ate the canary but she didn’t care. She didn’t think she’d had this many orgasms with her ex in one year, let alone one night.
Her body was on a cloud and she wanted to drift on this hazy plane forever as far as she was concerned. Except Jared must not have been of the same opinion as he withdrew from her body and, instead of holding her, rolled off the bed. She felt bereft at the loss of his warmth, watching his sculpted ass as he headed into his bathroom. Naomi didn’t want to complain, not after the too-numerous-to-count orgasms, but was that all tonight had been to him? Sex, scratching an itch? She knew she shouldn’t be surprised by his actions, and perhaps she was reading more into the last hour because she was always on her own. In fact, the distance he put between them now should make her feel relieved that there were no emotional entanglements to get hung up on. And yet, she couldn’t deny the need she felt to seek comfort in his arms. It was just that the way he’d acted had made her feel like there was the potential for more.
She told herself she wasn’t going to cry. Naomi never liked showing people that they had the power to hurt her. It was the story of her life, though, and left this hollowed out sorrow. No one decent ever wanted to keep her. She couldn’t seem to get the message through to her crazy ex that their relationship was over, but nice, normal people considered her disposable.
Jared strode back into the bedroom, impressive in his nudity and unconcerned by it. He was, without any doubt, the most gorgeous man she had ever had the good fortune to be with. This night may not have meant anything to him, but for her, she would carry this slice of happiness and completion in her memories, to pull out whenever she felt lonely. Hopeless, that was what she was for still believing in love. Shaking her head as she chastised herself internally, she scooted off the bed, needing to collect her dignity at least, along with her clothing.