Never Have I Ever

by Clearwing, August

  “Now, before we continue, there is still the small matter of punishment for this morning.”

  I cringed a little. In some ways, I knew he wouldn’t forget about it. “But I thought you said there wouldn’t be as much pain tonight, Sir.”

  He leaned down and ran his hand from my collar bone, down my stomach and to the cooling wax between my legs where he slowly peeled it away in pieces. “Punishment doesn’t necessarily have to involve pain. I didn’t tie you down to prevent you from moving because of the wax. I tied you down so that you would be able to learn the lesson that you cannot disobey an order to come to me when I call you. That is the reason you are immobile tonight.”

  “Then why the wax, Sir?”

  He crossed back to the chest against the wall. There, he retrieved a long vibrator somewhere in the neighborhood of two inches thick. The blue of it shined like metal. Another, much thinner length of rope was also pulled from inside. I was beginning to wonder what he didn’t have in there more than what he did.

  “Wax was a fine way to work you up for this. And because I wanted to,” he said. He wrapped the base of the vibrator with the center of the rope and tied a knot in it. It was cold as he glided it into me. My arousal was made even more apparent by the ease with which it was coaxed into place. Each end of the rope was pulled tight and tied to the ropes securing my legs so that it wouldn’t slip out. He leaned in close to my face and made sure he held complete eye contact with me before saying, “This is something you can’t run from tonight.”

  The switch at the base of the vibe was flicked and the thing buzzed to life in a whirring surge of power. I immediately lost eye contact with him as mine closed and my head fell against the pillow, pulling a moan from my throat while silencing it with his lips.

  “Oh, that is intensely fantastic,” I declared after he pulled away from the kiss.

  One of his devious smirks climbed across his face. “You won’t be saying that in two hours.”

  I nearly choked. “What? Two hours? Why two hours?”

  “Two hours pleases me and it gives me time enough to finalize some details for my trip tomorrow. One last thing, though.” He paused briefly to look me over. I could see the fire of lust in his eyes rail against him in a way that told me, in no uncertain terms, that putting me through these next two hours may have been just as difficult for him as it would be for me. The growing hardness behind his pants made that fact almost too clear. Noah flicked his finger against my clit and continued, “This is a punishment. As such, you are not allowed to orgasm. If you do then the fading bruises on your ass will be refreshed. I would really, truly like to avoid that if at all possible. Is that clear?”

  While my heart sank, my body tried to rise up to meet the pleasure his one finger was administering. I steeled myself against the sensations growing between my legs and mustered the wherewithal to say, “Yes, Sir,” in as calm a voice as I could.

  After one last hard rub against my clit, Noah backed away from me entirely. The smell of smoke from the smoldering wick of the candle filled the room as he walked out. I was left with the loud buzzing and slowly building concentration of pleasure from the vibe inside me. At first it was difficult to ignore. More than once I had to stop myself from giving in to the toy as it vied for control over the muscles there. It tugged at my core, coaxing the rising desire for release only so high before it plateaued into what seemed like endless teasing.

  I tried, and failed, at refraining from glancing at the clock on the nightstand. By the time the plateau hit barely fifteen minutes had passed. I groaned and searched for somewhere to place my attention. Noah had left the door cracked open, and I saw him pacing back and forth across the living room and the kitchen, occasionally disappearing down the hallway to the other room as he spoke on the phone with someone. Unfortunately the sheer noise of the vibrator dampened the sound of his voice so I was unable to tear my mind very far away from my current predicament.

  There was no way, I reasoned, that this was going to end well for me. Half an hour in, I already teetered on the cusp of orgasm. Fuck. The lack of power I held over my own body made me hotter. The only thing that kept me from going over the edge was the thought of disappointing him. Even that worked against me to some extent. Immobile and helpless, I was at his mercy. This time he chose not to show me any. I understood to the fullest precisely why this was happening. He cared of course, but just like with any other struggle for dominance, when a line was crossed and a rule broken, no matter how much the offending party understood the error of their ways; repercussions were still required to hammer the point home.

  And dear Christ was this point being hammered home. He had me worked up all weekend. At any juncture he could have just looked at me the right way and told me to orgasm and I was all but certain I would have. He knew that without a doubt. It was probably the reason he chose this specific form of punishment: being given pleasure without the ability to become satisfied by it. It reminded me that I agreed to belong to him of my own volition. That as far as my own desires and sexual need was concerned; he controlled every piece of me. I would have to settle into a mindset which dictated that I think of his pleasure before mine. In fact, when it came down to it, pleasing him would become my pleasure. This included a simple command to come to him.

  No, I had to stop thinking about it. It would only make me want for release more.

  By the time the first hour came to a close I was straining a little more against my bonds. While the ropes didn’t cut off circulation, the discomfort of being held in the same position for so long wore on my body. I felt the beginnings of a cramp in my right leg coming on. The thoughts of my submission to the whole experience both frightened and exhilarated me. Heat from the small motor inside the vibrator as well as my own heat melted together. I couldn’t tell where I ended and the machine began.

  Slick wetness coated the toy, saturating my skin and flowing so far down as to land on the towel beneath me. My nerves became a little numb due to the constant whirring of the vibe which only aggravated me. I could still feel the effects, but they were dulled and not quite as satisfying in an attempt to scratch an itch it couldn’t reach. Had I the means with which to stimulate my sensitive clit I could maybe find some form of comfort if not complete release.

  At an hour and a half I almost couldn’t take it. The buzzing rattled my brain and the need to climax drove me mad. I thought about calling out to Noah to plead for it to end. I could vaguely hear his voice in the living room on his fourth phone call. This time he was speaking in French. If I did call out for him, I wondered how upset he would be and, if he would get upset at all, then would it be because I couldn’t endure the punishment or because I interrupted his conversation.

  Fifteen minutes to go and I was breathing a little harder. The vibrator found a way to renew my arousal and change it from torture to pleasure again in sharp contrast to the growing discomfort of my legs.

  I muttered out a string of curses. I can do this, I thought, it’s the home stretch.

  Noah returned to the room with five minutes to spare. “Oui. Merci mon ami. À bientôt,” he said to the person on the other end of the phone. He disconnected the call and tossed the phone onto the bed as he approached me. He asked, “Did you come?”

  I shook my head almost violently and said, “No, Sir, and I really want to. Please, please let me.”

  “Ooh, that’s very good to hear. The desperation in your voice tells me you’re being truthful,” he teased. His fingers brushed across the crease between my groin and leg and I almost came right there. “What have you learned from this, pet?”

  “I will listen to you when you give me a command, Sir. I’m sorry I disobeyed you.”

  He leaned in to my ear and whispered, “Then come for me, slut,” as he rubbed his hand against my clit.

  His words and touch rocketed me over the edge. My head tilted back into the comforter of the bed as my orgasm consumed me. Noah’s fingers never let up while I peaked. I strained
so much against the ropes that I was floored when the headboard didn’t break. Even after it was over and I tried to collapse against the bed, Noah continued rubbing my clit in small circles, making me twitch and jerk.

  “I let you orgasm. What do you say, pet?”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  “Oh God, so sensitive,” I whined. He hadn’t stopped rubbing me.

  “I know. That’s why I’m still doing it,” he said. “You’re gorgeous when you come.”

  “Thank you,” I replied softly.

  Mercifully, the vibrator was switched off. He removed it then began untying the ropes around my legs. When they were finally freed, he worked his hands in a gentle massage on my muscles to encourage the blood flow and drive away the discomfort. Once the ropes around my wrists were loosened, he helped me pick away the spots of red wax which dried on me. The pieces collected in a relatively easy pile on the towel.

  “I think that is about as good as it’s going to get,” Noah said. “The rest will come off in the shower. Do you think you can stand?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I think I can, Sir.”

  He guided me to my feet. I wobbled at first. With his assistance, I gained my balance. He pulled me in close to him and touched my cheek. “You took your punishment well, sweetness. I’m proud of you.” A thrill of joy soared through me. All at once I was so glad that I never called out for him to let it end earlier. He kissed my forehead and continued, “Go start up the shower and hop in while I clean up here. I’ll join you in a minute.”

  On shaking legs, I wandered into the bathroom to do what was asked of me. Almost immediately the water heated up to a comfortable temperature. I slipped behind the curtain and reveled in the cascade of warmth that drenched my hair and flowed over my body. The water soothed my sore muscles and washed away the remaining wax on my chest.

  Several minutes later I heard Noah come into the bathroom and the shower curtain opened behind me. Before I could turn to face him he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back a little, melting into me as the water rained against my breasts and stomach.

  “Do you have even the remotest idea what you’re doing to me, Piper?”

  I didn’t have the chance to answer. His erection slid through the small gap between my legs, gliding across the folds of my sex until the head of his cock was directly in my line of sight when I looked down. I took it as an invitation and stroked it gently between my fingers.

  “Judging by how hard you are I think I have a pretty good idea,” I said.

  There was a soft growl hidden in his words. “No, you really don’t.”

  He pulled back then. All at once his entire length and girth was hilted inside my tight passageway. I gasped and reached for the shower head in front of me, clinging to it with such ferocity I thought it would rip from the tiles. He lifted my right leg and set my foot on the lip of the garden tub. I steadied it there, my other hand pressing into the wall while his cock slid in and out of me from behind. The wet arousal caused by the vibrator hadn’t subsided in me completely. Combined with the water from the shower it was easy for him to lay claim to what was his. One of his hands wrapped gently around my throat.

  How I loved that feeling.

  “Can you do this, Piper?” Noah asked as he thrust into me. Each time a subtle ache spiked through me as the head of his manhood bumped my cervix. “Can you endure this kind of sexual treatment? Wherever I want you, with whomever I want you and whenever I want you I will take you. You won’t ever be able to deny me and I won’t always let you come. Even when you aren’t in the mood, even when your body is aching and even if you beg me to stop I will have you. Is that the sort of thing you can handle?” With one last harsh slam, he held himself deep inside of me. “Is that the kind of slut you want to be for me?”

  My nails raked down the slippery wall of the shower as the muscles in my pussy pulsed against his cock, imploring him for more stimulation. “Oh, God yes.”

  His hand tightened around my neck. He slid out so that only the sensitive head was inside me. After an eternity he drove into me again. “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Sir! Yes, I can handle it. I want this, Sir.”

  Noah pulled me away from my position and spun me around. My back hit the cold tile of the wall opposite the shower head. He pressed his body against me and locked his eyes with mine, somehow searching for an answer to a question never asked. “I want to do terrible things to you.”

  Without blinking I replied, “Then do them,” and set my foot on the lip of the tub again. It could’ve been a challenge, really. I couldn’t think of a time when I’d been more serious in my life.

  He braced with one hand beside my head and guided his cock back into me. Water splashed off his back and onto my face as I gripped him tight to keep my traction. He fucked me with a perennial fervor that should’ve been reserved for teenagers. As the minutes went on I was half convinced he would never tire. Not that I was complaining; not by any stretch of the imagination. The full feeling of his hardness stretching deep inside me, taking his pleasure from my body this way, could’ve lasted years and I wouldn’t have a single complaint.

  I tried to rock my hips into him but the angle was wrong. He had pinned me to the wall so there was little I could do save drag my nails down his shoulder blades and hang on tight. My clit brushed against his abdomen with every push while I felt an orgasm build.

  Our respective mewls and grunts of pleasure echoed off the bathroom walls until I felt so close to release I could taste the lust.

  “Sir, I need to come! Please may I?”

  “Such a greedy little slut you are. If I let you it will make three times in one day.”

  My nails dug further into his back while he continued his assault on my pussy. “Oh fuck, please! I can’t hold it back.”

  “Beg again,” he demanded.

  I did. The power behind the climax drove me to distraction and all I was able to do to keep it at bay was say, “Please,” over and over, each time in a slightly higher pitch. When he still didn’t respond I ended the begging with, “Please, Sir, please let me come for you!”

  “Good girl. You may come,” Noah said.

  He sunk his teeth into the base of my neck, shooting pain and pleasure throughout my core and triggering the first wave of my orgasm. Not caring about whether any neighbors could hear the echoes, I called out and rode that wave onto the next one and then the next. He held me and never let up his pace as my pussy constricted around his cock, milking it for all it was worth.

  “On your knees and open your mouth,” he commanded as he pulled out of me.

  I didn’t so much drop to my knees as did I collapse without him there to hold me aloft. I tasted the mix of water and arousal on his cock as he pushed it between my lips. Voraciously, my tongue danced across his shaft and head to clean my cum from it. His hand was in my hair, coaxing my mouth down to the very base. My gag reflex caught, but he held me there so I was unable to back away. My throat closed around him and my reflexive tears mixed with the running water.

  He pulled back and held me still while he dove in over and over for another minute or so. Each plunge scraped the back of my throat and I tried to force away the gag reflex to little avail. Then his cock swelled in my mouth. “Don’t waste a fucking drop,” he warned me. Several thrust later he exploded into my mouth. I locked my lips around his shaft to create a seal. When he stopped moving, I bobbed my head up and down to encourage more of his seed to empty across my tongue while I swallowed down all of the tangy ejaculate. I then removed my lips from him and gently licked up the sides of his softening member.

  Noah pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard.

  “Thank you, Sir,” I said.

  “You’re so damn good at that I don’t think I’m ever going to let you go.”

  “Okay,” I confirmed.

  “You’re trembling,” he noted.

  So I was. I had yet to notice it.

  “Let’s fin
ish our shower and relax, shall we?”

  I nodded in agreement. We washed off and killed the shower. Instead of retiring to the bedroom though, I drew us a bath while Noah procured us a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sat down behind me in the tub and handed me a glass half full of Riesling. I lounged in front of him with my back to his chest. He sighed as he acclimated to the warm water, then wrapped one arm around me and let the other hang over the edge of the tub while his glass of wine dangled loose in his grip.

  “I’m not draining this tub until this entire bottle is empty,” he told me.

  “And I’m perfectly okay with that,” I said as I rested my head against him. “I do have a question though, Sir.”

  “Hm?”

  “Despite the rough shower sex, why did you go easy on me tonight, especially with the punishment?”

  Noah set his glass on the lip of the garden tub. He brushed my damp hair aside and massaged his fingers softly into my shoulder. “I think I bruised your body enough last night don’t you?”

  “Well yeah, but I loved every minute of it, from the pain to the pleasure to being dominated and, yes, even being called a slut and a whore. I don’t know why I couldn’t get enough.”

  “If I were to use you every night the way I used you last night then I would break you in a week. I can’t have that. Alternating between a harsh session and a light session is the only way to make sure you heal both mentally as well as physically.”

  He was kind of full of surprises. I had to grasp for words to go with my thoughts. “This is a serious thing for you isn’t it? It sounds like you’ve done this quite a bit. And maybe put in an insane amount of research besides.”

  “Oh, yes. If you’re going to do something then it’s best to do it right. I’m not above learning from others in the field. I may be intense, but I’m not going to abuse you. I’ll always put your safety before anything else. It’s part of my job of keeping you.”

  “That’s awfully considerate of you.”