This wasn’t normal, was it? To be naked and aroused and wanting sex 24/7? Normal people didn’t have Play Rooms in their houses. Normal people didn’t wear leather collars or nipple clamps. Normal people didn’t get tied up and tormented into a dozen or more screaming orgasms a day.
Did they?
So, what did this make her, then, some sort of slut? A sex junkie? The star of her own depraved porno movie? God! There had to be something horribly wrong with her to make her love this so much. What would people think if they knew? She could feel the heat of humiliation rushing to her cheeks, staining them bright red as she suddenly wished a black hole would open beneath her feet and swallow her up.
Jesse stood quietly, watching her body fight through the pain of the nipple clamping to get to the pleasure. He knew the precise moment she began questioning what he was doing to her. No. Not what he was doing to her. Her easy acceptance of what he was doing to her. “Whatever it is you’re thinkin’, Sarah, stop this instant. Don’t question, just accept. Just feel.”
He reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, a touch so unexpected, she flinched. The bells on the nipple clamps jangled softly. Gently, his warm hand stroked down her arm. Oddly, the sensation soothed her. Calmed her. Her breathing slowed.
“Good girl. Your safe word is…”
“Red. Sir.”
“Do you wish to use your safe word?” Both hands were stroking her now, brushing lightly across her skin, making her feel…prickly. Energized. Charged. As if she were standing in the middle of an invisible force field.
“No, S-sir.”
“Good girl.” One hand lifted to palm her cheek. “Don’t overanalyze this, baby. Don‘t worry about what you think you’re supposed to feel. Just concentrate on what your body is actually feelin’. I promise it will be nothin’ but pleasure.” His other hand lowered to cup her bare mound. He slid his fingers through the moisture of her slit before pushing the two middle ones up into her pulsing vagina, curving them before gently stroking in and out.
In spite of her lingering soreness there, she moaned and jerked her hips forward in an attempt to pull his fingers more deeply inside her. Her cheeks flamed at the wantonness of her response. Oh, God, she wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked. Needed to feel his powerful cock driving into her willing body and fucking her until her orgasm exploded so hard inside her, she would be ripped apart.
Suddenly he pulled his fingers out with a loud slurping sound. She moaned at the resulting emptiness. Cool air brushed across her wet skin, making her pussy clench. The rich scent of her arousal perfumed the air around them. He untied her arms, lowering them slowly. She winced and sucked in her breath at the sharp needles of returning circulation. He spent the next few minutes massaging her shoulders and arms, before finally unhooking her wrists. Then, placing his hand at the small of her back, he guided her forward until her belly bumped up against something soft and padded.
Pushing her forward with his hand between her shoulder blades, he bent her over the end of what she figured must be the gymnastics beam-like contraption. The bells on the nipple clamps jangled sharply as her upper body dropped onto the narrow beam, her breasts falling to either side. The jolt sent sensations shooting through her nipples straight to her clit. With a low moan, she turned her head to rest her cheek on the smooth, padded leather. She was panting in short, sharp gasps, arousal burning between her legs.
“Spread your legs.”
Awkwardly, she slid her feet apart until they were wider than her shoulders. Bending down, he grabbed her right ankle, fitting it with a hinged metal shackle which he padlocked into place before securing it to a bolt embedded in the floor. He did the same with her left ankle.
She couldn’t stop shivering.
With swift precision, Jesse hunkered down and secured her wrists on each side of the beam to bolts in the floor. He flicked the nipple clamps with his fingers, making the bells ring frantically, sending shock waves of sensation deep into her core. She cried out as pain and pleasure spiraled up and out to every part of her body.
She felt a tug on her breast and realized, to her horror, that he was tying the clamp to a bolt in the floor, pulling her breast taut. If she arched her back even slightly, the pull on her nipple would be excruciating. When he’d tethered both breasts to his satisfaction, he straightened and went around behind her.
He stood for a moment, struggling to catch his breath, mesmerized by the sight of those firm, round globes. God, how perfect is that ass! His chest tightened and for a long moment he was unable to move.
Sarah felt him shift behind her and the scent of strawberries floated up to her nostrils. She felt his hands pulling her butt cheeks apart as he slid two well-lubed fingers along her crease. She jerked at the slippery coldness. She tensed as the tip of his thick index finger pressed against the tight sphincter muscle guarding her rear entrance. “Jesse!”
“Relax, sugar. Don’t fight it or it’ll hurt.”
Striving to follow his instruction, she flinched only slightly as he pushed his finger into the puckered opening, up to his first knuckle. Her narrow passage clenched around him as sensation shot up her spine, making her stiffen. She had a finger up her ass! And it felt good!
“Easy, baby. Just relax.”
“Easy for you to say,” she groused, completely forgetting she was supposed to keep silent. “Nobody’s shoving the Washington Monument up your ass.” The instant the words were out, Jesse stilled behind her and she realized the enormity of her mistake. “That’s ten,” he said quietly, ignoring her squeal of protest as he pulled his finger all the way out, swirling it in the excess lube coating her crease. “Five for speakin’ without permission, five for the disrespect in your tone.”
What? Her entire body stiffened with protest. Holy Moley, he was going to punish her? Merely for objecting to this—this—violation? Her mouth opened, but whatever she was about to say got lost in her scream as he pushed his finger back in.
Oh, God, that felt so good! How could it possibly feel so good?
“Oh, sugar, you are so tight. You’re bitin’ down on me so hard I’m gonna lose all feelin’ in my finger.” He wiggled it experimentally and she let out a sharp yelp of pleasure.
She moaned as he began windmilling his finger deep inside her, awakening nerve endings that practically screamed out their pleasure as he slowly pulled back out. Her entire body trembled as he pushed two fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out slowly, fucking her with them as she writhed and moaned and struggled frantically for breath.
She let out a sharp cry as he scissored his wicked fingers inside her moist channel, twisting his wrist as he thrust them in and out. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this—for the sharp, shocking sensations he was kindling inside her most private place. For the raw need he was creating in her newly awakened anus. For the intensity of the pleasure building inside her convulsing cunt as hot juice streamed from her, dripping down the end of the leather beam. She was moaning, gasping for breath, heart hammering in her ears, when she realized Jesse was speaking to her. Sucking in her breath, she held it, straining to hear and make sense of his words.
“…start with one of the smallest plugs they make,” he was saying, his voice low and soothing, even as he continued the smooth in-and-out movements of his fingers. “Gradually increasin’ in size until you’re stretched wide enough to take my cock without too much pain.” He lowered his head and began licking and kissing the satin skin of her buttocks, enjoying her reluctant little mewls of pleasure and the rippling of her muscles against his lips and tongue and hands even as she tried to twist away from the obscene plundering of her nether hole. He stuck his tongue between her ass cheeks and began licking her there, rimming her hole, making her shudder and buck her hips, howling with pleasure. And all the while his thick, rough fingers continued to pump in and out of her dark passage in this shocking defilement of her last virginity.
God, this is so wicked! I shouldn’t be allowing this
! I certainly shouldn’t be enjoying this! I should be screaming out my safe word. What is it again? She drew in a deep, shuddering breath, her lips beginning to form the word, when he added a third finger. She gasped in shock as a sudden rush of lust grabbed her, like a snarling tiger grabs its prey. Her entire body shook with it, setting the bells on her nipples to jingling madly. It raged through her, devouring her until there was nothing left of her but a howling morass of stark, raw need. She felt like she’d stepped on a sparking, sizzling live wire. She was so aroused she was incapable of rational thought, incapable of coherent speech, incapable of anything but feeling. And the feeling was pure pleasure. Intense, rapturous pleasure, setting fire to her entire body.
Without warning, Jesse pulled his fingers out of her rosette. She screamed, stilling instantly as cold air blew across her quivering, heavily aroused flesh. She felt the metal tip of the tube breach her sphincter as Jesse fitted it to her asshole then squeezed, squirting a generous dollop of cold strawberry-scented gel into her back passage. She released a low, shuddery moan as the smooth, rounded tip of a butt plug pressed against her puckered opening. Small and slippery with lube, the plug had no problem breaching her tight rim, but the flaring shape soon met with rigid resistance. She squirmed, trying to move away from it.
“Relax, sugar. It’s not much bigger around than my fingers. You can take it.” Jesse continued to press the plug inside her, watching the flared toy disappearing slowly but steadily into the tightness of her asshole. Christ, what a sight! “Take a deep breath, baby, and bear down,” he ordered hoarsely.
She bore down and the entire plug was swallowed up inside her anus with a sucking sound. The tight sphincter closed around the flare, holding the toy in place, with the flat end fitted up snugly against her butt hole. She moaned with pleasure as her muscles contracted, tightening their grip around the invading toy, making it buck and jerk.
Jesse’s tongue rolled halfway down his chest. All the blood in his body pooled in his groin, making his cock harder than it had ever been in his life. Hard enough to quarry rocks. Mesmerized by the sight of Sarah’s puckered rosette clenching and unclenching around the impaling toy, he simply stood there, staring, one hand resting lightly on the curve of her ass cheek, the other fisted at his side.
Gasping for breath, Sarah struggled to adjust to the sensation of having a plug up her ass. If she’d been standing, she would have staggered. She felt filled, scorched, invaded. Alive with sensations that sent sparks shooting through her entire body. Mouth parched, her tongue came out to lick her lips.
Jesse moved away from her, taking his heat with him and she shivered. Removing her blindfold, he leaned down over her back. “You have a punishment coming,” he reminded her in that hard-edged Dom voice that made her shiver with both excitement and fear. Okay, not fear. Terror. “A spanking. Prepare yourself to accept ten strokes from my hand. There will be no warm-up.”
Holy Moley! Surely he isn’t going to—
“Count them out.”
Thwack! The first blow fell on her left ass cheek before she even drew in her breath, sending heat and pain reeling through her.
“That’s number…?”
Huh? Oh—“One.”
“One what?”
Huh? Oh—“One, Sir,” she managed just as the second blow fell, right on top of the first. “Two, Sir.”
In swift succession blows three and four were delivered to the opposite cheek. By the time she counted them off, she was sobbing, deep, turbulent sobs that heaved through her entire body. Hot tears fell unheeded to the floor as she struggled to assimilate the discordant sensations pummeling her. Pain. Heat. Arousal. Pleasure.
She was dimly aware of Jesse’s hands stroking across her stinging skin, soothing the pain, massaging the heat deep into her muscles, into her pussy, ratcheting up her arousal by a factor of ten. The fingers of his left hand slid through her slit, dancing across her opening, tapping her clit in a rhythm that had her gasping in pleasure.
Thwack! “Five, Sir.” On the high outer curve of her right cheek.
Thwack! “Six, Sir.” On the left.
Thwack! Thwack!
Blistering, burning pain. Pain that didn’t seem so much like pain anymore as it fused with the pleasure of Jesse’s two middle fingers thrusting up into her cunt. His index finger pressed against her clit, circling rapidly. Her body tightened as she spiraled toward orgasm.
“Do not come, Sarah. Not until I say so.”
Thwack! “Nine, Sir. Please, Sir, I’m…”
Thwack! “Ten. Jesse, I’m—”
“Do not come.” His fingers retreated with a wet, slurping sound. He stepped back away from her, chest heaving as he struggled to get his breathing under control. Her ass cheeks were red, the imprints of his hand clearly visible, making him feel almost lightheaded with lust. Christ, I love seeing her wearing my mark. “Fuck, sugar, your ass is so beautiful. So hot and red. I can’t wait another second. I’ve got to have you.”
She heard the sound of a zipper and suddenly the flared satin head of Jesse’s cock lodged against her vaginal opening. Her passage was constricted, compressed between the padded beam beneath and the tight plug in her rear. She let out a scream as his thick cock pushed inside her in one long, hard thrust. His pubic bone slammed against the end of the butt plug, sending convulsions racing through both her channels. She lay there, panting, as her body struggled to adjust to the excruciating new sensations rioting through her. She’d never felt so full, so stuffed, so…engulfed. And the heat! Holy Moley!
“Jesus, Sarah, you’re so fuckin’ tight. I’m not gonna last long.” He pulled slowly back out until only the bulbous head remained inside her, stretching her opening. “Are you ready to come, baby?”
“Oh, God, yes, Jesse, please.” It was a little-girl whisper, soft and tremulous as a sigh. It ravished his senses, making him even harder as his penis jerked, almost pulling out of her. “Please don’t torture me anymore, Jesse,” she begged weakly, hardly able to speak. “I can’t take any more. Please let me come. I need to come.”
“Then come you shall,” he said, shoving his hips forward, driving his entire length into the welcoming heat of her vagina. The bells on the nipple clamps jingled crazily. He was splitting her in two as he slowly pulled back out, scraping his cock along the thin membrane between her pussy and her anus, making the plug inside her ass dance as if in time to music. He rammed back inside, wrenching a shriek from her lungs as he filled her, stretching both channels beyond endurance.
“Fuck me, Jesse,” she pleaded. “Oh, God, hard. Fast. Please, oh, please…”
He began thrusting savagely in and out. He felt wild, out of control, as if everything civilized had been stripped from him. His balls slapped against her wet, dripping slit, growing tighter, harder, heavier. His orgasm clawed from his shoulder blades down to the base of his spine. He was about ready to blow.
The room reverberated with deep, guttural groans, the slap, slap, slap of flesh striking flesh, the wild jingling of tiny bells. Every thrust ground his penis against the plug in her ass, igniting sparks of fire shooting through every nerve ending in her body. She sobbed out her pleasure as the coil within her wound tighter and tighter, driving her toward an orgasm that she knew was going to rip her limb from limb.
“Christ, Sarah, I can’t last any longer. Come for me, now!”
She sucked in her breath, pulling air desperately to the bottom of her lungs, holding it, holding it as she hung there, poised on the edge of annihilation. Then Jesse’s thumb rasped across the swollen nubbin of her clit and her entire body blew apart in a cataclysmic convulsion of pleasure so piercing, so intense, she exploded, like a cresting wave explodes against a rocky cliff.
Without thinking, she arched her back, a jerking movement that snapped the jingling clamps off her tethered nipples. As the blood rushed to refill them, she screamed again and again, sharp, shattering howls of a pleasure/pain so ferocious, so excruciating, she never wanted the sensations to
stop.
Her lungs emptied and she struggled wildly to pull air back into them. Bucking her hips frantically against him, she shattered in another explosive climax as his own body went rigid. She heard his shout above her as his cock jerked and he emptied his hot seed deep into her sheath, filling her with his cum.
Jesse’s shout turned into a guttural growl. Her scorching walls gripped him tightly, fluttering along his length so hard it was almost painful as he continued to pump his semen into her. He sucked in several sharp, hissing breaths before finally collapsing over her back. Their moans of pleasure filled the room as their bodies continued to spasm and jerk for several long minutes.
He was still hard when he finally, reluctantly, straightened and pulled out of her clasping pussy. He groaned, staggering, his legs too weak to support him. Christ, he’d never come so hard in his life. His insides felt bruised and he wasn’t sure he remembered how to walk. He left her lying there, still panting desperately for every shuddering breath, until her breathing finally evened out. By the time he untied her hands and legs from the shackles and cuffs and removed her blindfold, she was asleep. He settled her gently on the bed while he cleaned up the Play Room, then carried her upstairs to the bedroom.
* * * *
God damn it! Where the fuck is she? Grabbing the hair on top of his head and pulling hard with both hands as if the pain he was causing could provide the answer, he stood in the middle of the living room floor of his sweltering hideout. Sweat poured off him as if he were standing outside in a fucking downpour. Shit! His plan had been elegantly simple. Lie low for a few hours, grab her, fuck her, then take her to the compound and pass her around among his buddies, before hightailin’ it outta the country. But it had been two days! Two. Fuckin’. Days! And he’d seen neither hide nor hair or her. Her car was still parked exactly where it had been since he arrived.
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