But will you still punish me? If I try, but fail?
Of course, she knew the answer. That knowledge roiled within her, stoking her lust, and wrapping it in a cold blanket of dread. Her desires, and what satisfying them meant, were a complete contradiction in terms, but for the first time in her life, Ashley allowed herself to hope that she’d found the man with the key to unlock them, to let her see and experience them fully. Someone who enjoyed that part of her, who reveled in it. A man who enjoyed using her dark desires to make her suffer, to force her to that magical state where pain and pleasure became indistinguishable, were all that mattered was the sensation, the feeling of being alive, of being female — and finding the glorious release of surrender.
Had she finally found that man? The man she’d despaired existed only in her most depraved of fantasies?
The velvety head of Parker’s cock stroking Ashley’s gag-stretched lips brought her back to the here and now. “You want this, don’t you girl? Do you think you’ve been good enough to deserve it?”
Her eyes met his, and his cruel smile told her what he expected. Swallowing the lump in her throat — something she found quite difficult with a gag stretching her jaws — she shook her head, her gaze sliding to the floor.
“That’s right, you haven’t been good enough. But I want that mouth anyway.” His hand worked at the straps at the back of her head, and the gag was pulled away. His cock was at her lips before she had time to work the kinks from her jaws. “Now be a good girl, and suck.”
The hard length of him pushed deep, her lips stretching to accommodate him. Well-versed in how Terry wanted it, she relaxed her tongue, thrusting it out in an effort to defeat her gag reflex. But there was a problem.
Parker was bigger than Terry had been.
She quickly realized what she thought she knew didn’t apply here. Just when she started to panic, feeling as if he were driving straight for her throat, he stopped, holding himself within her mouth. “Just stay still, girl. You’re going to take all of me, even if we have to work at this awhile. But relax for now.”
His taste, a clean combination of soap and his distinctive male tang, made her mouth water. The heavy shaft sat hot on her tongue, and she looked up at him hoping for leniency, mercy.
In that gray gaze she found only avid interest, the spark of lust. “I’ll let you get used to it for the moment. But we aren’t stopping until that nose is pressed into my pubic hair. You’ll probably gag on my cock, but you need to learn this. I won’t let you fail, Ashley.”
She tried to pull off of him at those words to tell him what she thought about that idea. Was she just some sort of hole for him to fuck? A depository for his seed?
His strong hand twisted painfully in her hair, holding her fast, and his lips curled in one of those predatory grins he so often had. The grin of a conqueror. “You’re not going anywhere. Stop it.”
Stilling, she hoped her eyes and furrowed brow conveyed the depth of her anger.
Don’t you mean confusion?
What if he really did think that? How much worse would that be than everything else he’d said and done? She knew even that question was unfair: nothing he’d said or done had really been that bad, not really.
Her dripping cunt confirmed the truth of things.
The hard cock thrust again, and she gagged, twisting in his grip, ignoring the flare of pain at her scalp.
“It’s okay, keep the tongue pushed out. You’ll get this.”
Helpless, she tried as he pushed forward once more. He got a little further before the urge to gag came on strong again, and her entire body tensed. He reached down and stroked her throat, as someone might a dog when giving it a pill to swallow.
Absurdly, it seemed to help, despite the tiny feminist voice railing its outrage in the back of her mind.
“There you go, girl. Just loosen, go limp, and let it in. Use your nose to breathe. You can do it if you concentrate. Be good now, try again.”
The length of cock pulled most of the way back until the broad head rested on her lips, his hand loosening its grip and smoothing over her hair. Then he cooed to her as he pressed forward once more, slower, but exerting a steady pressure.
Knowing this time that he might not relent she tried to do it, to follow his instructions. She released the tension in her whole body, even unclasping the tight fists her hands had balled into above her in their bonds.
The chains rustled as he thrust fully into her, the hair at the base of his shaft tickling her nose, the musk of his scent stronger. “That’s it. Fuck yes, Ashley. That’s it!”
The strain in his voice sent a contradictory surge of pride and embarrassment through her, even as she felt the panic coming on at her lack of oxygen. She began to tense again, the sensation of him so far into her throat completely alien, but not entirely unpleasant. The feeling of being used, like a toy, appealed to her on some elemental level she wasn’t entirely sure how to process. Though forcing her throat like that was little different from a man holding her down and pounding her cunt — which she found embarrassingly hot — there was something especially objectifying about having a man make you swallow his cock, make you gag on it, use you unrelentingly. What did that confused appeal mean to her?
Just when she thought she’d explored the full extent of her sexuality, it seemed Parker was adept at find even more aspects, hidden parts of her that surprised, mortified and exhilarated her in equal measure.
“That’s my good girl,” Parker breathed as he pulled out, his cock bobbing as he fisted it in a big hand, allowing her to drag in a ragged breath. “Now, open again. We’re not even close to done yet.”
He surged forward once more parting her lips, then her throat, as that broad head barreled forward, eliciting a humiliating watery squawk from her as he struck the back of her throat. A tear leaked from the corner of one of her eyes.
Her gaze caught his as he grinned at the sound. “You’ll get used to that, my girl. Now, take it all the way again.” Her eyes closed involuntarily as he stretched her throat once more, pressing her face tight to the wiry hair and holding her there for several beats, her throat clicking, blood rushing in her ears. Finally, he eased back, saliva dripping from the corner of Ashley’s mouth. Having her hands bound so securely above her, while Parker used that big cock to control her very breathing … should have pissed her off, horrified her.
But it did anything but, her aching clit and rock hard nipples betraying the real truth. The feeling of being used, even callously spoke to those depraved, dark fantasies she’d never dreamed might someday come true.
His thrusts took up a rhythm, and she was able to use her lips and tongue on him, to tend to him the way she knew he liked, the slurping sounds of her servicing a humiliating counterpoint to his heavy breathing. His large testicles swung against her chin as he pushed deep, over and over, her gagging now at a minimum. Her body shuddered as his thrusts picked up pace, the harness creaking as she was buffeted by the steady movement of his hips. A strong hand held her under her chin, while another fisted in the hair at the top of her head, his thrusts coming even faster. “You’ll swallow my come, Ashley. Every fucking drop!”
His cock swelled even larger within the desperate clutch of her lips, Parker’s groan and a pulsating along the length of his shaft preceding a hot surge of semen deep in her mouth, he pushed hard as the last shudders passed through his body making her cough and sputter. He held himself within her, though, until she’d swallowed all of it.
Or almost all of it.
A viscous drop of his seed escaped the corner of her mouth, and she felt it splash against the curve of her breast, the heat of it surprising her.
He finally withdrew, his fist working the glistening length of his shaft as he stared down upon her. She drew in a gust of breath, licking the remnants of his seed from her swollen lips. Then she gazed up at him.
“What did I just tell you, Ashley?”
Her body froze at his tone. Oh fuck, she’d screwe
d up already?
A large pearly drop of his come shone at the tip of his penis as he continued working himself in his fist. He tipped his head down at it. “That too.”
It was salty, but not unpleasant, and for a humiliating moment, she wished she’d been able to taste more of him rather than have him force his seed down her throat. For perhaps the millionth time she thanked God he wasn’t privy to her innermost depraved thoughts.
They’d just give him more ideas.
“I’m waiting, girl. I want an answer.” His jaw clenched, and he slapped the softening cock lightly against her cheek. “What did I tell you?”
Swallowing the slickness of his come, she peered up at him. “Sw—swallow all of it?”
“Every drop.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
His eyes narrowed, and he reached down, swiping up the globule of his semen from her breast. The finger was held up before her, accusatory, damning. “I won’t permit this. When I tell you you’re to swallow every drop, you will. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, hanging her head. Ashley was past protesting, defiance. She just wanted to do something right. To please him, even if just a little. She didn’t know where the urge was coming from, but it was strong, and gazing at that fingertip, wet with the evidence of duty failed, she felt … shame.
What the fuck?
But it was the truth. She wanted him to be proud of her, to praise her even. It was something so simple, but appreciation from him, from the man she was increasingly looking upon with almost a budding sense of awe was becoming ever more important to her. She wanted to bring happiness, even joy to her man. And she knew now that Parker derived the most joy from her obedience, even when that obedience resulted in her humiliation, from her doing exactly as he’d told her.
Ashley knew she could do that. She knew she could — eventually — be that girl for him. The one who made him smile, chased away the shadow she saw in those cruel, but beautiful eyes, banish the trouble he wasn’t quite able to submerge in their depths. A tear tracked down her cheek, and before she could shake it away, a big thumb had wiped it from her heated skin. Looking up at him, she found a warmth there she hadn’t often seen … and something else.
“Sir, I need … I know I don’t deserve it. But please. I need to touch you.”
More than anything she just wanted to feel him in her arms, to enjoy the hard maleness of him, that strength that both frightened and aroused her. That strength would help her come to terms with the fact that she was subject to him. That it was something she agreed with, something she needed.
His.
Arms quickly unbound, Parker felt the temperature of her hands, his fingers tracing the abrasions from the cuffs that would no doubt be sore tomorrow. But now, all that mattered was being close, being with him. Sharing herself with him. Her arms ached to hold him, to give him that solace of the touch of his woman. Her heart suspected he needed much more than he let on, and she knew then that she was prepared to give it. To help heal the terrible hurt she had seen in that gaze. Whatever it was, she wanted to take it upon herself, to unburden him of it. Most of all, she wanted to be useful to him, to … serve him.
Her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him tight to her, her breasts squeezed against those hard thighs, his soft, wet genitals warm against her upper chest. They stayed that way for some minutes, Parker’s hands stroking through the strands of her hair until she almost purred with the simple pleasure of it, her soft lips pressing gentle kisses against the defined musculature of his belly, luxuriating in the lean power of his body against the yielding vulnerability of hers. Finally he spoke.
“Ashley, are you ready for all of this? For what it will mean for you?”
The question shocked her, and she craned her head up to try to look at him, but he pressed her face against his warm belly again. “I don’t understand,” she murmured against his skin.
“What I want, what I’ll demand from you. It will be a lot. It will eventually be everything.” He used a handful of her hair to turn her cheek against him so that he could stroke the other one. “It’s not just me either. There will be Drake’s requirements too.”
“Is he … like you?”
“In what I want, and need?”
She nodded against him, her heart pounding, not even sure she knew what the right answer was.
“He’s a Dom, like me, Ashley. But as far as being like me? He’s got his own very particular requirements. It’s going to be hard for you to adjust to.”
“I can do it. I want this.” She breathed deeply, pressing another kiss to his flesh. “I want both of you. Whatever it is, no matter how hard. I want all of it.”
“And the pain? Do you think you can handle it? Would you even want that too?”
She paused, her entire body tensing. How does a girl answer a question like that?
Tell him that pain makes your pussy wet and your clit ache, you slut.
“Yes, I want that too, I think.”
“Oh Ashley, how is this possible?” He crouched over her, cradling her head in his arms, resting his chin on her head. “You really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, do you?”
“No clue, Sir.”
The warmth of his laughter made her smile — really smile — for the first time in a long time.
Chapter Seventeen
Few things in this world were better than having a submissive, obedient woman under his thumb. Parker had smiled to himself at the crestfallen look in Ashley’s eyes as he’d pressed the gag back between her teeth, a moment’s protest on her part silenced by a solemn shake of his head.
Now, as she silently trembled before him, up on the balls of her feet, her slim calves bunched with the strain, and arms stretched to the heavens once more, he wondered. Not if she was ready for this — he was sure of it now. Not if he was ready for this — the erection throbbing in his jeans, and the delicious tension crackling through his body confirmed the truth of it.
He wondered if he could hold himself back from doing all that he wanted. In this beautiful, vulnerable woman a dark fantasy world of possibilities had opened up before him. As his hand coursed over her flesh, claimed her curves as his, always his, ideas, urges, and dreams tripped over one another, all wanting, yearning to be realized, satisfied — fulfilled. Parker hoped he’d have the self-control he’d need to guide her on the journey that was just beginning, a journey that would involve the exploration of every part of her, physically, psychologically, and emotionally.
Her body twisted slightly, her wrists working within the cuffs. Parker leaned close. “Remember. Grab that bar or your wrists are going to kill you. It’s the only choice I’m giving you in this.”
Obedience pleased him — especially hers — and the satisfaction at seeing her hands clasp that wood bar of the harness, was pure, rich. Doing as she was told — something he’d soon ensure would be second nature to her.
But first it was time for her first lesson.
“Tell me, girl.” His hand clasped her naked cunt, a shudder passing through her thighs. “Do you want to come?”
Her nod was so emphatic he had to bite the inside of his cheek to avoid smiling.
“And do you think you deserve to come?”
This time her reply in the affirmative was considerably less …certain.
“We’ll see, girl. First, you need a shower.” He turned on the water again, turning the knob that redirected the hot stream through the detachable wand. “Would you like me to wash you?”
Her smile was apparent even through the strictures of her gag, the urge to kiss her stretched lips overpowering. Since he was in a position to do so, he indulged himself, pressing light kisses to the straining lips, catching one between his teeth, the nip making her whine. Despite the sharp pain, he was pleased to see her lean toward him as much as her tight bonds allowed, the need to be touched by him by now strong within her — even if that touch sometimes brought pain.
The sight of the water sluicing down her body was nearly impossible to resist, the thought of wrapping her legs around his waist and plunging deep into the wet, needy cunt vivid in his mind.
Soon.
First, it was time to show her just what she was getting herself into.
His hands squeezed the heavy, soapy weight of her breasts, and her moans were something he was quite certain he could listen to forever. From the cords of her slender neck, all the way to her dainty, feminine feet (he knew she was self-conscious about them) his roving hands didn’t stop until every inch of her skin glistened with soap, her curves emphasized, showcased, her beauty making him wish he could keep her that way day and night.
He slapped her wet flank, the sound echoing off the walls. “Turn around now, girl. Show me that big bottom of yours.” Leaning in again, he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “Those clothes you wear. You try to keep it from me, from us. No more. You’re going to start dressing the way we tell you. To show off that body. I like others to admire my property. How can they do that if they can’t even see it?”
Her face burrowed against her arm, a futile attempt to hide from the truth of his words.
“Now, Ashley. Turn around, and face the wall for awhile. All I’m concerned about is that ass right now.”
Haltingly, she complied, losing her balance once, swinging awkwardly for a moment before regaining her footing.
He stared down at the round, heavy perfection before him. He’d gotten a good view of it before, but every time it made his heart race. How he wanted to enjoy her, make her cry out in agony and ecstasy, reduce her to only sensation. In moments like this she ceased to be a woman — she was merely an ass he was going to pleasure, punish — use. He reached up and clasped a wet shoulder in a bruising grip, slapping a hand down on one ass cheek, sending the lush flesh wobbling.
“Good girl, you’re learning.” She let her cheeks stay loose, despite her certainty that he was about to hurt them. He really wasn’t, but she didn’t need to know that. He relished her uncertainty, even her fear, and keeping her off-balance provided its own pleasure to him. “Do you know what a man thinks when he sees a big, round bottom like this? Have you ever wondered?”
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