by Sienna Mynx
“What are the pearls for?”
“No questions, sweetheart. Just the experience.”
Sir lowered. “For my Black Jade. I will give you a safety word. Do you know what a safety word is?”
She nodded.
“And what is our word?”
“Pearl,” she breathed.
“Good pet,” he kissed her ass cheek. “Good pet.”
And then she felt it. A smooth cold round object inserted into her pussy then another, and another. Destini jerked as he filled her with one pearl then the next. To her amazement, they warmed instantly and began to roll and rub each other while stacked in her clenching channel, sending the most exquisite of sensations into her pelvis. Many sensations were magnified tenfold by the clamp on her clitoris.
“There are seven on the strand. It will take my touch to release each one. You are not to speak, Rain, or question me further. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said, as the gems stirred and her pelvis radiated a spasm of uncharted pleasure. “Ya-ye-yes, I understand.”
The swat sliced through her jumbled thoughts without warning. Its brutal sting ripped across both halves of her ass. A pearl dropped from her cunt. The others remained and she nearly wept at the whirlwind of sensation that rained through her body. She cried out in shock and tossed her head back. The chains jerked. The sting was the worst to her bottom, to her clit, to her nipples, all stinging and cooling at once. It felt glorious!
Sir’s hand followed. He rubbed the burning pain into her tender mounds as if she wasn’t experiencing enough. He caressed her ass until the pain blended with the sexy feel of his stroking. She dropped her head forward. The gems shifted in her channel and her thighs quivered as she rose on her toes. He was right. None released, only the one, and only after the smack she received.
Destini remained unprepared for the four consecutive whacks he gave her. They were so fast she wasn’t sure of the count but so precise in their delivery that each pearl dropped from her vagina. Her knees buckled and his hand came again, soft, followed by his lips. He ran his tongue up over the mound of her ass and gave her tender kisses.
“More,” she pleaded. She wanted more, lots and lots more.
“I told you not to speak!” he hissed. And then it came again. A sharp whack that dropped a pearl, the string of the released gems dangled between her legs. Only one left trapped again. He chuckled, stepped back, and swatted her ass again, releasing the final pearl and the climax that must have been mentally plugged until its delivery. The chains from the roof jangled as she cried out over her torment.
The searing hot cuts against her flesh torched her skin. Destini clenched her fist and waited for the relief. It came. She heard him grunt as he went to his knees in worship at her bruised and battered buttocks, and tears leaked from her closed eyes. Sir ran his tongue over the hot welts and cooled her more. He took much care in soothing the bruised skin. She winced when he parted both halves of her buttocks. She tried to understand his intentions. Soon it all became clear. A wave of pleasure shot up her spine once his tongue circled her rim and then darted inside. It was the sweetest penetration she’d had thus far. Destini lifted on her toes and pitched forward. The chains jerked. She dipped her back and gave him full access. She cried out, feeling that familiar stirring in her pelvis. He withdrew his mouth and inserted a finger that had her jerking.
“So tight… so ripe,” she heard him say. Sir fingered her in her anus and pussy at the same time. Destini could barely capture air in her lungs. Again the stings to her ass were amplified and added to the intensity of every sensation she felt. She was thankful for the cuffs. They were the only aid to keep her on her feet.
“Now you’re ready,” he teased.
He rose.
He came around her with his face reddened and eyes glassy with excitement. He unclamped her clit and she shivered. He then unclamped each nipple, placing an apologetic kiss to each tender nub.
The cuffs were freed and he held her by the waist to keep her from dropping. Realizing her weakness, he lifted her in his arms, carried her to the bench, and forced her to lay over it. She was able to rest the side of her face on the leather with her feet firmly planted and her ass raised. Destini watched him return the pearls and the chain to the secret box. He then went to the cabinet of tricks and sinful treats. He squeezed into his palm a clear thick gel. Sir slipped his cock back into a rubber before oiling it over, getting it nice and slick. Her eyes closed again. So many sensations pooled in her pussy, her release dripped down her inner thighs. The stings to her ass sent zings through her, causing pelvic contractions that begged for a fucking—the deep all-consuming kind. It was insane. She was insane, and the startling truth was she loved and loathed it all so much.
Sir stepped behind her.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he confessed. But she was so wiped out, his confession didn’t register. “You have permission to speak.”
Destini nodded. “Go slow,” she pleaded. “Gentle.”
Sir smacked her ass and it hurt. Oh, how it hurt! She nearly dropped off the bench but lifted her hips for him all at the same. Wanting more, taking him into her ass would be the only forbidden thing she had contemplated giving in to but never dared. Fearing it. Oh, she was most curious over the pleasure in her rim the most.
Sir kissed her butt cheeks and touched them lovingly, pleading for forgiveness. “You’ll like it. I promise.”
There were handles that extended from either side of the bench. The cool steel bars were something to hold and grip. Destini locked them both in her curled hands. She felt something soft go over her ankle, and then tighten. Her head shot around in time to see him fasten her right ankle. The cuffs kept her legs permanently parted at a receiving distance. He was close now. So close she could feel his cock press between both cheeks. Destini closed her eyes. His cock hit under her ass to tap her pussy at first. The tip brushed her clit. She braced for whatever was to come next when he paused at her still virgin-opening. Then it happened. The forceful thrust of his cock sent a bone-jarring, muscle-clenching spasm through her. He filled her so hard, so fast; she nearly ripped. Destini choked down her cry of pleasure. Sir held her by the waist to keep her steady. Destini’s eyes bulged and she finally released the gasp for the safety word that was lodged in her throat.
“That’s the worst of it baby, Black Jade. I swear it. Wait… wait… wait… just relax.” His cock was so massive her entire body went into defense. But it wasn’t bad. No. It was delicious, but only briefly. When he moved, hot searing pain ripped through her anus and she bucked to throw him off.
“Relax,” he whispered again.
Destini whimpered. Hot, fresh tears leaked from under her shut lids. She could say the safety word. She could end it at any moment. Still she held on waiting for the reward.
“Trust it Rain. Accept it. Go with it.”
Then Sir started to move. His body, sweaty over hers, worked her hole in the most primitive of ways. Her arms and legs were trembling as she tried to hold herself up and take his meaningful thrusts. Tried to endure. She soon understood the restraint. The invasion made her want to crawl from him, close her legs. But upon the bench with her feet cuffed she remained opened and pliant. Pleasure and pain became one as the width of his shaft stretched her further and further. Her ass, once aflame from the whacks of the whipping stick, became the lightning rod for all sensations. Shockingly hot waves of pleasure tickled through her pussy once more. It left her inner walls clenching and jerking in response to him fucking her from behind.
Destini dropped her head forward, breathing with his rhythm. A long, soulful growl came from deep within his abdomen and she knew he was enjoying it immensely. And soon she knew why. Oh, it hurt. But it hurt so good. He threw his head back and shuddered and kept going.
“Oh… sweetness… Rain, thank you sweetheart, thank you for this.”
Then his hand got a hold of her clit and he toyed with the tender flesh with his hips rot
ating, all the while his cock tunneled deep, jerking and thrusting, until they both were crying out for the release, one so powerful they nearly drowned in its current.
Spent, they lay there, Destini feeling as if she were cut in half. Sir basked in the sexual elation her body gave him.
“Off… get off,” she begged. “Pearl!” she yelled.
Sir withdrew. He released her ankles from their bindings, and she nearly dropped off the bench. He collected her in his arms and deposited her on the bed. He then rolled her over to her back, panting. Tears kept flowing. She didn’t know the source and was too tired to think of it. She just wept. Then came the offer of his hand, careful to draw her near. He pulled her over to him like a lover, a lover that cared. She went into his arms and there she wept. It was a release of so much pent up frustration, from Russell to her first love. So much disappointment, displeasure, and regret.
When her tears stopped, Sir lifted her face and kissed her so sweet that she melted and floated down on a cloud of contentment. “I want you. Let me have all of you. Give me more.”
She nodded. “Yes. More.”
Nine
Sir woke to find his wrists fastened in leather cuffs. His eyes focused in the dark. The smell of sex and burning wax filled his nostrils. She sat there staring down at him, as if possessed, with her hair wild about her head. And her beauty was so exotic, so untamed, his cock jerked and yawned awake, wanting part of the action.
“Wha-what are you doing?” he asked, lifting and inadvertently pulling on the cuffs that were meant to keep him down.
“Pleasure and pain,” Destini remarked. Rising from him, he noticed the red stripes over her plump cheeks that bounced as she walked on her toes, away. She retrieved a silver condom package. Sir watched, amused upon her return when she tore the wrapper open and slid the rubber ring down his cock like a pro. Destini met his gaze. She licked her pouty lips. They were swollen from his sucking and chewing on them. Damn, he wanted to suck on them some more.
“You’re going to ride me?” Sir smiled and stretched like a big cat, his large palms making fists in the binding. “I like that.”
He heard her chuckle. He opened an eye and squinted up at her. His brown beauty returned with a candle. Confused, he lifted his head from the silken pillows. She straddled him, his dick pinned between the slick folds of her pussy. “What is that for?”
Before he could process the thought, she turned the candle and let hot wax drip into his chest, searing his skin. “Fuck!” he shouted, jerking so hard on his bindings the headboard rattled, threatening to snap.
“Fuck!” he groaned as the wax cooled immediately and his skin burned. He controlled his breathing, feeling his erection growing. She lifted, and to his delight she glided down on his cock while balancing the candle in another hand.
“Oh hell, Rain, give me more,” he groaned under her descent and the delicious tightness gripping his cock like a glove. A current cut through him, cooling his balls. She dropped more wax, and he hissed in a breath through clenched teeth. He convulsed, his back bowed from the mattress as he jerked hard at his bindings. There was such white-hot heat that he was sweating and trembling. That’s when she started her lap dance, with continual thrusts and rocking of her hips. She was violating him. Punishing him. She was a quick study.
“Ma-ma-ma-morree!!”
From the bottoms of his feet he felt her. Oh my, she had the sweetest, wet, hot, tight pussy he’d ever known. His cock unleashed. He ejaculated so hard, his teeth clenched. Destini leaned in over him to blow her sweet breath over his burning flesh, drying the hot wax. All the while she continued rolling her hips torturously slow. Sir spiraled down into the abyss of pleasure and pain, not knowing the difference. Spent, he couldn’t speak. He heard her blow out the candle and heard it crash somewhere in the room after she tossed it. Most of all, he felt her still working that sweet cherry ass of hers to make sure there was nothing left. Then she fell over on his chest, satisfied.
***
Every pore, every muscle, every nerve in her body ached in sweet remembrance. Destini opened her eyes and literally moaned deep in her throat. Her line of vision dropped over to her lover. He snuggled her close, a hand under the covers between her legs, cupping her sex. It was too close. The intimacy felt right after all they shared. She gently broke free of his hold, barely able to stand. Her face was stained with dried tears. Her body reeked of sex, wax, and him, after the fourth or fifth time he drove her to pleasuring heights. She dressed. She did so quickly and silently. She kept her eyes on him at first, then the door.
Should she take off his mask? How did he manage to keep it on all night? If she removed his mask would it be a violation of their trust rules. After all he only knew her by the name Rain. Why should she force him to reveal his identity when she had no intention of sharing hers?
Destini fumbled with the zipper to her dress. She tried to hurry her escape from the night of things she didn’t fully process. But the way her body and pussy betrayed her scared her. It made her sluggish. She stumbled out the door. She didn’t care how she looked. Dressed and in the hall, she raced for the exit. She stumbled down the dark stairs and into the club with the thinning crowd. She ignored the watchful eyes and hurried out to the reception area. Delirious, she didn’t bother to stop to ask for her coat. Fuck her coat. She wanted to go. She fumbled for her valet ticket.
What’s wrong, Destini? You did it. Boy, did you ever. Or maybe I should say he did you. Why run now? Go back upstairs and get more. You know secretly you want to.
Destini avoided the smirks of the bouncers and kept her head low. The wind tossed her locks wildly into her face, for which she was grateful. God help her. She wanted away from that place. She only paused after she was behind the wheel. Her gaze swept up to the windows of the building. The top floor, where he remained with that satisfied smile on his lips, was where part of her still lay: in that bed with him. He called to her, telling her to come back to him. She could feel it, such a seductive chant it rattled in her skull.
The man who had valeted her car gave her a curious look. She forced the car into drive and sped away. Pushing all thoughts of him aside was her first priority.
Ten
“Open the door!” Naiya’s fist hit like rapid fire. “Girl, it’s been two days! I’m worried sick about you. Open the door!” More banging came. Pounding and what sounded like kicking. “Dez! It’s me. Your car is out here. I know you’re in there. Open the door… are you okay?”
Destini released the lock. She let the door open a slither, while holding tight to the top of her robe. Naiya’s eyes stretched with alarm. She panted as if she’d run a marathon.
“Thank God. You scared the shit out of me. I’ve been calling you.” Naiya said.
“Not a good time, Naiya. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Destini tried to close the door.
Naiya threw her hand up. “No, it’s not okay. What’s the matter? Open the door, girl.” Naiya pushed against the door. Another shove and Destini’s weak hold softened. She stepped back. She wore a dusty-pink robe and thick socks. She tried to smooth back the tangles in her knotty hair. She hadn’t run a comb or brush through it in days. She’d seen her reflection in the mirror though, so she understood the stricken look her friend wore. Her skin was ashen in color and no matter how many showers and hours of sleep, she could do nothing to recover. Even though she kept her condo dark, she knew the puffy rings of exhaustion under her eyes could be seen. But Destini made attempts to turn away, to conceal the rest of her face.
“Holy Shit! What the fuck?”
“Don’t feel good,” Destini mumbled. She eased carefully down into her favorite chair. Naiya closed the door. Locked it. Then she took inventory of her friend’s usually immaculate place. Destini never left anything out of order. But her small home was in complete disarray. Naiya’s scrutiny made her painfully aware. Dishes and empty water bottles were stacked on the counters in the kitchen and the sink. There was a closed-in musk to the
usually airy, neat, lofty condo. Magazines were left on the floor alongside empty Chinese cartons from a place that delivered not far from there.
“Open the place up and let in some air for starters.” Naiya went to her patio doors. She drew back the blinds and slid open the glass door.
Destini turned away as if the mere sunlight and fresh air caused her pain. She drew her knees up to her chest. Naiya noticed that the cute pink and green computer bag Destini loved leaned against the side of her chair. Sealed inside was Destini’s other best friend: her laptop. It was a clear indication that something was wrong.
“Baby, what is it?” Naiya asked.
Destini shrugged. “A cold, I guess.”
Naiya walked over to her. She dropped the back of her hand to Destini’s forehead. “You don’t feel warm. What hurts?”
Destini didn’t respond. She didn’t look up. She just sighed, keeping her head down. Naiya dropped low to capture her eyes. “Dez, talk to me. It’s been two days. You haven’t called and you––” she looked back to the laptop bag. “You haven’t been online. What’s up?”
Destini drew in her chapped lips and tried to swallow the lump in her throat so she could speak. She finally did. “It’s nuthin. I’m just tired. That’s all. Feeling a little taxed.”
“Well, you’re going to shower and run a comb through that nappy head of yours.” Naiya smiled. “I’ll take care of you. How about I fix you something to eat? Okay?”
“Why aren’t you at work?” Destini asked.
“To hell with work.” Naiya waved it off. “Carson! Girl you haven’t heard. That’s why I’ve been calling you.”
“What about him?” Destini frowned.
“He quit. He walked in two days ago and announced he was resigning effective immediately. And poof,” Naiya snapped her fingers. “Like that he was gone.”