by Kim Ashton
“Please…”
He smiled at her, but there was no mercy or promise of relief in his eyes as he moved one hand up, cupping his palm deliciously against her folds in a way that pressed against both her clit, the vibrator in her pussy and as his fingers stretched back, the plug in her ass too. The sensations went all the way through her and she pushed against him hard, her body shuddering with pleasure and her moan increasing. God, that was so good. Now if only he’d move his hand, give me some friction…
But he didn’t keep his palm there, removing the pressure and sliding his fingers back up until they were playing with her entrance, running gently over the rim of the vibrator and tickling her labia a little. The teasing was driving her crazy, but even with such limited contact, everything that was happening drove her closer to what she needed, everything tightening within her body.
He grasped the vibrator and moved it a little, gently rotating it as her excitement soared.
“Now, I think we need to take this out, don’t we? I imagine you’re really quite close from all the playing you’ve been doing, and we wouldn’t want you to come until I want you to, would we?”
He pulled it out and she whimpered at what he was saying and the loss of the orgasm still pulsing close to the surface. She’d been so close to the edge for what felt like forever now, and having all her fantasies come true only to have him refuse to satisfy her properly was driving her insane. She moaned in disappointment and looked at him, about to ask for more again, before she saw that intoxicating glint in his eyes sharpen as he reached up abruptly and pulled on the clamps, jerking her forward in reaction and almost making her sit up entirely as she tried to limit the pain. Her nipples were so sensitive now, they’d been clamped almost as long as she’d ever endured, she was sure of it, and they screamed every time he played with the chain, let alone pulled it hard as he was now.
“Wouldn’t we?”
He repeated, his voice deeper and more dangerous than before as he insisted on her answering, making her heart leap into her throat and her pussy throb harder. She couldn’t help the thrill his demanding attitude was giving her, how hot it was that he didn’t hesitate to force what he wanted from her. And you really need to remember he expects you to reply! She needed to minimise the suffering her nipples were taking any way possible.
She shook her head emphatically, eager to agree with him, to get him to release the chain he was holding.
“No, we wouldn’t. I won’t, I promise. I won’t come until you want.”
It came out in a rush, reflecting the desperation she was starting to feel, and she exhaled in relief as her body relaxed from him releasing the clamps, sinking back into the sofa.
Matt’s breath was caught in his throat as he watched her, as he took in her words and behaviour and the control and power he had washed through him. She was letting him do this to her, letting him make her do and say whatever he wanted. It was insane. But he was starting to feel like he couldn’t get enough of it, wanted to take her in every way and make her give him everything, experience her eager, half-desperate, half-fearful submission.
Her body was shaking slightly, probably with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he couldn’t get enough of it, the hot figure beneath him that he wanted to devour in every way, not knowing where to start. He moved forward, leveraging himself between her thighs as he leaned up to cup her head and take her mouth again. His other hand found the breasts that he’d just tormented and stroked them, caressing the underside before moving gently over the tender nipples and making her shudder. He loved that he could do that to her, with just a touch.
Moving back, he looked at the red stripes on her thighs, stroked them gently and smiled as his glance fell on the flogger still lying to the side of her.
He brought his head down next to hers, his warm breath in her ear making her moan again as he nipped and flicked it with his tongue before whispering lightly.
“I think I’m going to make you show me what you’ll do. What you’ll take to please me.”
He withdrew suddenly, but brought her with him, arms moving to under her back as he brought her up to her feet. She was lighter than he expected, so small and easy to lift, and it was simple to manipulate her willing body. Before she’d worked out exactly what he was doing, he had her over the sofa, her hands above her head grasping at the in-built cushions as her legs braced herself on the floor. It gave him a delightful view of her soft, white ass, the butt plug visible between the ass cheeks she was clenching and unclenching delightfully. As he’d thought, she hadn’t been able to reach her ass easily herself with the flogger and it was just her thighs that had those pretty red marks. He lay a hand on one of those cheeks and touched it, pushing it in gently with his fingers to hear her exhale and see her wriggle for him. Her head came around and she looked at him, passion and heat in her gaze.
“What are you doing?”
The question was quiet, breathy and made his cock twitch with its almost-innocence. As if she didn’t know.
Matt just gave her a slow smile, let his pleasure dance in his eyes as he bent to pick up the flogger. Her mouth opened slightly at the sight of it in his hands, but she didn’t say anything, didn’t move. As long as she’s not running for the hills, I’m going to assume she’s game. He thought with an inner delight he couldn’t place. Matt ran the flogger through his hands, loving the sensuous feel of the suede, the way the strands curled and played as he moved it.
He stepped closer to Ashley and she couldn’t help herself as he ran it up and down her back, gently moving it, letting her feel the material. She moaned, the whole thing was too much for her, she was a churning ball of desire, of want, of need. She started rubbing her pussy up against the sofa, sighing with pleasure as her clit pressed against it and she pushed harder, grinding with all the built up frustration.
She heard the tut behind her before she felt the hands firmly on her hips, fingers digging in, and she was pulled back off balance. Her legs splayed out wider and her arms moved back against the cushions as he positioned her with her stomach over the arm, pussy firmly out of reach of the sofa. She was still grinding against the air and almost growled in frustration.
The evil man behind her just laughed, tapped her on the ass and then stepped back to start swinging the flogger in the air. She heard it whoosh to her left a few times, then jumped as it hit the sofa. She looked around, thinking he’d missed and saw the intense look of concentration on his face as he hit the sofa again and again, then realised he was practicing before hitting her and shuddered slightly at the strength she could see in his arm, the force that they hit the sofa with. It’s a good thing that’s a mild toy. Though she couldn’t help the subsequent thoughts of how hot it would be with a toy that inspired real fear.
Then he ran the flogger down her back again, and touched her ass briefly with his hand before moving back. She couldn’t help herself, she tensed in anticipation of the strike.
The first one was somewhat nice, a gentle sensation that made her almost want to purr, and she relaxed. She loved the sound of it moving through the air, the thwack as it hit her ass, and how it felt being in this position, not being the one controlling it, knowing when and where it would strike and how hard. She melted into the next few strokes, the gentle flogging feeling almost like a massage, giving her a taste of what it felt like to be hit by someone else. As the next one hit, she couldn’t help it, her body reacted and she wriggled her ass, loving the sensations and wanting more.
She heard the laugh behind her and it’s deep tones wreaked havoc with her libido. The pressure and intensity of the strokes increased, hitting harder and faster and she gasped slightly with each one. Oh god, this is how it was meant to feel! Not messing around with awkward angles trying to do it yourself, but having someone doing it properly! She could feel the heat spreading across her ass cheeks, and she was starting to tense and clench with each stroke, making the plug in her ass even more prominent and moaning as the pleasure of each thud st
arted bordering on pain. It didn’t touch on the fire still burning in her nipples, but it created a delicious edge that together with the plug pushed her higher without even any of the usual stimulation she needed in her pussy.
“Oh god…”
She was starting to be able to feel each stroke now, to feel just how strong Matt was and get an idea of what he could do to her if he really tried. And he was starting to, making her moan and shudder, the fire building and burning on her ass. The heat and throb he was creating was wonderful, but each individual stroke was starting to make an impact, to the point that she started wondering how long he was going to continue for, when he was planning to stop. And with that thought came the obvious response: she didn’t know. She wasn’t in control here. Really, for the first time since these fantasies had started, she didn’t control what happened, or the pace. This wasn’t just her masturbating and creating a scene that existed mostly in her mind, this was someone else doing these things to her.
The thought hit her with a simultaneous jolt of fear and pleasure, both combining deliciously in her stomach and making each strike of the flogger more intense as she grew more aware of the unmistakable element of helplessness the situation gave her. She was moaning continuously now, the strength coming in waves as the flogger hit her, and she could feel her juices starting to slide down her leg in response to what was happening. Somewhat ironically, she’d wanted to experience really wanting it to stop and having no control over it for so long. If she hadn’t been lost in desire, just feeling and reacting, it probably would have amused her, as her rather incomprehensible desires usually did.
And then he hit her pussy. It was deliberately a lot more gentle, and she barely felt the pain over the waves of heat and need it sent through her as she ricocheted up. She was shaking slightly as she relaxed back down, only to be hit again and gasp.
“Ohhh, Matt…”
She’d said his name so many times in fantasies, it felt dreamlike to be able to say it now, and she smiled even as those few strokes brought her closer and closer to that edge she’d been hovering around for so long.
All too soon, he stopped, setting the flogger aside and coming to stand close to her, rubbing his hands on her warm, throbbing ass. If he’d hit her pussy just a few more times…but he didn’t seem to want her to come this way. She pushed her ass out into his fingers, loving the kneading he was doing and the feeling of his strong hands as the rest of her melted into the sofa, relaxing the muscles that had been tensed in anticipation of each stroke and feeling her body go jelly-like with the endorphins it had given her.
Matt pulled her up and round to face him, holding her close with one hand wrapped around her lower back and the other in her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were hot and full of pleasure and a ghost of a smile appeared on Ashley’s face at the evidence of how much he’d enjoyed what he’d just done.
Ashley put her arms around him and leaned in close, flinching a little as her sensitive tits pressed against his chest, but resting her head against his firm chest anyway and relaxing. This was all beyond belief for her and she didn’t know what to say.
Matt’s fingers were stroking her cheek gently as he spoke.
“So, Ashley, you liked being flogged like that, did you? Tell me. Let me hear you say it.”
Ashley shuddered a little against him. Before tonight she’d never admitted any of her secret desires out loud, and he was pushing her to. And she didn’t feel she had a choice, she couldn’t picture not giving him what he asked for right now, she was so lost and wrapped up in the submissive desires and feelings that at last had an outlet.
“Yes. I loved that, Matt. I loved feeling you flog me.”
As hard as it was to admit her kinks out loud, she did love telling him how much she’d enjoyed what he’d just done for her. She wanted him to know how much it meant.
“Thank you.”
Matt’s breath caught with Ashley’s admission and her sweet appreciation for him taking a whip to her ass. It might not have been particularly harsh, but still it felt like a whip to Matt. He hadn’t understood the strange mix of feelings it had brought out in him, seeing her offering a willing ass for him to do as he liked with, watching it turn red and seeing her moan and gasp in reaction. Part of him couldn’t believe she just stayed there, didn’t jump up and shout at him for the things he was doing. He was surprised that he felt almost as on edge as she looked now – he hadn’t expected to have such a reaction to something he hadn’t really considered sexual before now.
Straining against his jeans was starting to get very uncomfortable, especially as she was leaning in to him and he could feel every delicate, soft curve as well as her excited breathing and pulse.
Reaching up, he pulled her hair back and lowered his mouth to hers, biting a little harder than earlier on her lip and enjoying the way she gasped and melted into him further in response, opening up completely to him. This was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
Ashley felt Matt’s response pressing against her hip and her pussy responded in kind as he kissed her deeply, tongue invading and mixing with hers to make even her mouth sensitive. His hand was hard against her ass now, pressing her into him and making her feel the lingering throb there. She pressed harder against him, trying to rub herself up against his thigh, all thoughts of modesty or dignity completely removed from her mind in her need.
“Fuck me. Please, I want you, I want your cock in me.”
Ashley couldn’t remember ever being so direct and blatant in her life, but that didn’t matter now. She didn’t care if he thought her vulgar or crass, she needed this, and her pussy tingled eagerly as the thought crossed her mind that she was sure he could teach her better if he wanted.
Matt bent and curled one arm around her knees and one around her back as he lifted her up into his eyes, to her surprised laugh. No one’s ever actually done that with me before! His mouth lifted an inch above hers and he growled with an answering need.
“Where’s your bed, girl?”
“Upstairs. On the right.”
She only had a moment to answer before he was back inside her mouth again, and she started feeling the delicious burn from his stubble as he headed off in the direction of the stairs. If she had been able to think she probably would have been amused at the movie-romance style sweeping her off her feet to the bedroom. Only with her marked ass continually clenching and unclenching around the plug still invading it, and her nipples throbbing crazily from the clamps, it didn’t quite match the fairytale she pictured.
Ashley was impressed Matt could support her all the way up the stairs and pushing open the door, into her bedroom as well. He stopped the kiss halfway up the stairs, but he didn’t seem to struggle or be out of breath at all. He must be even fitter than she had imagined.
They entered the room she had always seen as her inner sanctum, the indulgent four poster bed and matching furniture with an elegant purple, white and black décor that had always seemed feminine but strong making her happy as it always did, but in a completely different way this time. She loved that he was here, that she could share this room with someone who was surprisingly in tune with all her thoughts and fantasies, in a way she had never even considered fantasising about before.
Matt lowered her onto the bed in a way that was half-gentle with its care but also roughly pushing her down, landing on top of her and forcing her hands above her head. Her eyes were glistening as she looked up at him and she could feel her pulse throbbing in her throat. It was obviously evident to him as well, since he headed straight for it, licking and nibbling gently at her neck in a way that was sure to drive her crazy quickly.
Matt dipped his head to start nuzzling against her breasts and she arched up against him in pain. She had never had either the plug or the clamps on this long before and though she adored that she couldn’t just take them off, her nipples were starting to feel like fire in her chest and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could handle the pain. Looki
ng up at Matt, she realised there was only one way to deal with that.
“Matt, please…can you take the clamps off? My nipples hurt so much…ahhh…”
Her voice came in segments, disjointed by the cruel mixture of pain and pleasure his mouth was giving her around her breasts.
“Ohhh please…”
Her pussy felt tight and needy with yet another fantasy being played out so perfectly, enough that she was grinding against the air, unable to help herself from making the familiar desperate movements.
Matt looked at her with a wicked gleam she couldn’t ever recall seeing in his eyes and smiled, taking his time. He hooked a couple of fingers through the chain and pulled just a little – bringing her up off the bed with the desperation to keep the pressure off and making her moan loudly.
“What, these?”
“Yes. Oh, please, Matt, take them off. I can’t stand it.”
“Ohh, you can’t, can you? But…what if I feel like leaving them on? What would you do then?”
“Ohhhh”
Ashley moaned and twisted, trying to get away from the pain and let out a few dry sobs, partly at how helpless and open she felt to whatever Matt wanted to do to her, and partly from the pain shooting through her body.
“Nothing…I can’t do anything…ohh, please, Matt…”
Even through the jeans, Ashley felt Matt’s cock react to her helpless desperation. She was moaning continuously now, the ball of sensations within her too much to do anything other than just experience and physically react to.
Matt grinned at her, leaned down and gave her a quick kiss that ended with a nip on her lip and then took both clamps off simultaneously.
As he freed Ashley’s arms to do so, they went around him and she buried her head in his neck to muffle the scream as the blood flowed back into her tormented nipples. He held her there a moment, then lowered her back to the bed, panting and gasping as she tried to recover. He wasn’t quite done, though, and one hand dangled the clamps in front of her breasts as he tilted his head.