Her fingers slowly trailed across her folds, fingertips ghosting oversensitive flesh. Her skin glistened with sweat, air puffing between parted lips as her orgasm built once more.
She cried out his name the moment she touched her clit, her other hand going to work between her legs. Her fingers slipped easily between her folds, instantly slick with her copious juices.
By the time he was halfway home, his fantasies had changed from what he knew Courtney was doing to what he wanted to do to her, what he'd been wanting to do to her for years.
Her pale flesh was criss-crossed with red stripes and still he brought down the cane. The wood whistled through the air, the sound making him impossibly hard, and when the loud crack mingled with a sob, he nearly came in his pants.
He tugged on the scarves that held her to the bedposts, making sure she couldn't pull free. She stared up at him, dark gray eyes wide and frightened. His eyes felt on fire as they met hers and she read everything there.
He thrust into her, fingers tangled in her hair as he drove as deep as her body would allow. She pleaded with him, but never said the one word that would stop him. He didn't pause; his hips never faltered. Her breasts jiggled, swaying beneath her and he reached down to squeeze one.
His cock rubbed against the damp cotton of his boxer-briefs as he walked up the stairs to his front door. He'd been seconds from coming most of the day and the sight of Courtney's clothes on the floor, his floor, nearly undid him. He kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his jacket. Then he heard her—the panting breaths, the unmistakable slide of flesh against wet flesh. He'd fully intended to stroll into the living room the moment he'd arrived and assume power, but now, something held him back. He kept to the shadows as he approached, angling himself so he could see what she was doing without her seeing him.
Her eyes were closed, head back like it had been in his fantasy. Her nipples were a darker pink than usual, the tips elongated and swollen, and he knew she'd been playing with them. Her legs were parted and both hands were between her thighs. He couldn't see precisely what she was doing, but his imagination was good enough to picture at least two fingers in her cunt, pumping away, while her other hand worked at her clit. Her face was contorted in a combination of pleasure and pain, and he knew she'd done as she'd been told. She must have climaxed a dozen times based on what he knew of her responsiveness and how long she'd been at it. Her clit would be so tender that even the least bit of friction would feel like ten times more. Her body would be begging for her to stop, that it had had enough.
“Please...”
The near agony lacing the word as it spilled out of her over and over again was too much and Vance shuddered as he came. He choked back a groan as his cock pulsed and twitched, emptying. Fuck. He hadn't come in his pants since he'd been a teenager and had caught a glimpse of Courtney's pale green panties on a windy day. Shit. It all came back to her, didn't it? He put one hand on the wall and took a deep breath, fighting for control. After a moment, nerves still humming, he took a step out of the shadows.
“One more time and you can stop.”
***
It didn't matter if she chose the cane or the belt, he was going to think of a reason to use the cane. He wanted to see her writhe, see if she'd break. He normally had more patience, but his pants were damp and clammy, irritating his re-growing erection, and it was all her fault.
“Whatever will please you, Sir.”
What the fuck had made her say that? Vance was momentarily taken aback. It didn't take him long to regain his external composure, but his mind was spinning. He tried not to acknowledge the elation that wanted to well up inside him. She wanted to please him. That thought alone was enough to make him change his mind. He put down the cane and reached for his belt buckle. After all, leather had its advantages too.
He watched her as he spoke, her face an open book. He was going to be wearing this belt a lot after tonight and an idea formed in his mind. He watched her walk to the couch and position herself exactly as he'd asked. Anyone with experience in this area would be nervous having their legs parted while waiting for a lashing of any kind. Courtney's naivety turned him on all the more. Anticipation bubbled inside of him as he delivered the first four. He'd been watching her juices trickle down her thighs from the moment she'd stood and now he wanted his belt wet. Every time he touched it, he would remember this moment, would remember how hard he was. The scent of leather would forever be linked in his mind with hers.
“Brace yourself.”
He gave her the warning but no time to process. He wanted a pure, unadulterated reaction. Over the years, he'd perfected his underhand swing. Hard enough to hurt, but not so hard the pain didn't trigger an orgasm. Enough to make her feel it for a day, but not so much that she was damaged. Her wail made his stomach tighten, but it was the fact that she still called out the last number that nearly did him in for the second time that day.
When he crouched beside her, it took all of his self-control not to unzip and shove his cock between her tear-coated lips. This wasn't the time or place. Now, he had to complete the lesson. He suppressed a smile when she confessed that she'd lost count of her orgasms. It hadn't been defiance or forgetfulness. She'd just gotten lost in the moment. Understandable. But still, she'd lied and, technically, disobeyed. He stood. It was time to give her a true taste of what it meant to be a submissive. Spanking and whipping were just two very small ways to mete out punishment.
The door at the end of the hallway was as nondescript as the rest. He took a key from a nearby hook. The door wasn't locked to prevent theft or make it difficult to get into. Vance just didn't want a guest wandering down into the basement looking for a bathroom or out of curiosity. Legal and accepted were two different things. He didn't exactly hide his preferences, but he didn't want them advertised either.
He heard Courtney's intake of breath as they reached the point in the stairs where she could see the entirety of the room. He paused at the bottom of the steps, giving her a moment to take it all in.
It had taken Vance several years to get everything exactly how he wanted it. At the center of the room stood a large four poster bed and a cushioned bench at its foot. Rich crimson silk was in direct contrast with the rest of the house's décor. Two full-sized antique wardrobes and three trunks lined one wall. A large wooden ‘X’ stood against the other. The far wall had been covered by hooks, from each of which hung a different item. Ropes and chains of varying sizes. Handcuffs, a few metal and at least one set lined with black fuzz. Leather straps of differing widths. Studded collars. A spreader bar. Floggers and canes of myriad lengths.
Vance glanced over his shoulder at Courtney, amusement playing over his lips as she worked to conceal the shock on her face. He could only imagine her reaction if she saw what lay in each of the trunks. The wardrobes just held clothes. Granted, nothing that could be worn in public, but they were clothes nonetheless. The trunks, however, contained toys. Ball gags, strap-ons, dildos, nipple clamps, ass plugs...he had quite a collection. And he intended to use a couple tonight.
Courtney shivered and he saw that her eyes were fixed on the far wall. A need to reassure her swept over him and he found himself doing just that. “We're done with that form of discipline for the time being.” He forced his voice to lower, become more about lust and less about compassion. “There's a whole new world of punishment I'm going to introduce you to tonight.”
He watched her swallow hard and wondered if she would finally cry 'mercy.' So far, she'd taken everything he'd given, but each time he brought out something new, a part of him fully expected it to be the last straw, the one thing that she would refuse and then the game would be over.
“Go lie on the bed. You may choose if you like on your stomach or on your back, but once you've chosen, you won't be able to change your mind.”
She walked ahead of him and he watched her go, admiring the sway of her hips, the rosy shade of her ass and the stripes across her back. Judging by the awkwardness of
her gait, he was sure her skin was still sensitive. This was going to be fun.
She stood at the foot of the bed for a moment and he knew what was going through her head. Which would be worse, lying on her sore back and ass or not being able to see? When she crawled onto the bed and lay, face-down, he knew she'd chosen the former.
Probably a good choice. If she started squirming, it'd hurt less on her stomach. And he fully intended to make her squirm. He walked over to the wall, feeling her eyes on him. Part of him wanted to tell her not to worry, but he quashed it almost immediately. He'd already given in once. She needed to trust him.
He ignored her as he reached for a set of scarves. Silk always felt wonderful—until it tightened. Most people didn't realize just how strong the fabric could be. Even though it was just as difficult to get out of silk as handcuffs, the psychological difference was profound. Silk was associated with sensuality, metal with captivity.
Courtney's pulse fluttered under his fingers as he picked up her wrist, but she'd turned her face away and didn't look back. It didn't take him long to secure her left arm. He gave her a bit of room to bend and straighten her arm, but not much. When he crossed to the other side, her eyes were closed, lips parted as whispers of air puffed out. Once he tied her other arm, he reached up to grab a pillow.
“Up,” he placed a hand on her abdomen, stuffing the pillow under her hips. Easier access and it would relieve the pressure on her clit. He wasn't sadistic.
He stroked her leg as he tied the last knot, her tension radiating through her tight muscles. His fingers wrapped around her calf, his thumb making small circles on her skin.
“If you can take it, I promise it'll be worth it. If you can't, use the word.”
She nodded to show her understanding, but didn't speak.
Vance's hand lingered a moment longer, then he stood abruptly. He cleared his throat as he walked to the trunks. He needed to focus. He opened two—no need for gags—and looked over his collection before making his selections.
He knelt on the edge of the bed, letting his shins rest on the bench. He still hadn't removed anything other than his jacket and shoes, and his cock strained against his zipper. His own pleasure would wait. He stretched out, propping himself up on his elbows. Without a word of warning, he pressed his lips against her pussy. The touch was almost chaste, but Courtney jumped as if electrified.
“Easy,” Vance whispered. “We've got a long night.” He blew lightly on her overheated skin and she made a strangled sound. “And feel free to be as loud as you want. The basement is soundproof.”
He shifted into a more comfortable position and got to work.
If the first kiss had been chaste, the second was anything but. His tongue ran down her slit, delving between her folds to circle her entrance. Her flesh was salty and hot against his tongue. He'd never refused to go down on a woman or done a less than thorough job, but it had never been his favorite thing to do. Something about Courtney changed all of that. He didn't know if it was her unique, exquisite flavor bursting across his tastebuds that made him enjoy it or if there was some deeper reason. Whatever it was, he found himself growing even harder as every pass of his tongue elicited a mewling sound from her.
He stayed away from her clit, carefully maneuvering around the swollen nub, close enough to provide pleasant stimulus, but not close enough to actually touch it. This lesson wasn't about the pleasure that could be found in pain, but rather the frustration that came from unfulfilled promise. As soon as he felt the muscles under his hands tense, he stopped, sliding back up onto his knees.
Courtney made a noise that Vance could only describe as halfway between a growl and a groan. He wiped his sleeve across his chin.
“You've already had quite a few orgasms today, haven't you? Even if you can't remember exactly how many.” He kept his voice low, even, forcing down any of the excitement he was feeling. This was what he wanted, the rush of power that came with control. “I don't think you need another one just yet, especially since you were such a bad girl.”
“Shit.” The word was muffled as Courtney pressed her face into the pillow and he knew she'd figured out just what he intended to do.
“Maybe you'll remember this when I give you specific instructions.”He looked over the items he'd selected from the trunks. Her clit was far too sensitive for any direct stimulation just yet so he hadn't brought a vibrator, only a couple of dildos. After a moment's contemplation, he selected one. This was one of his favorites to use on his partners after numerous orgasms. Its flesh-colored plastic was covered with small ridges and bumps, specifically designed to rub against the walls of the vagina. The more sensitive the cunt, the more intense the friction.
“Do not come,” Vance ran his fingertips over the still-warm flesh where his hand had left its mark. “If you do, there will be consequences.” He let the ominous words hang in the air for several seconds.
“Yes, Sir,” Courtney whispered.
Vance closed his eyes, savoring the unsolicited words. When he opened his eyes, he settled into a more comfortable position and ran the tip of the dildo down Courtney's slit. Her entire body shivered at the touch of the cool plastic. He eased the head into her, just past her entrance, and paused, waiting until she shifted. Whether she was trying to take it further in or push it out, he didn't know, but he twisted his wrist, sending half of the ten inch shaft into her.
Her limbs stiffened and he stopped, not moving, waiting to see if she'd be able to fight off what her body wanted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispered into the sheets, muscles in her arms straining.
Only when he saw her relaxing did he shove the remaining five inches forward. Courtney's back arched, a cry escaping. Her head whipped back and forth, her hands clenching into fists.
“That's it, fight it,” Vance murmured the encouragement, unsure if she could even hear him. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He'd been fantasizing about moments like this for years. Courtney spread-eagle on his bed, unable to do more than writhe, cunt stretched wide around a thick shaft. She'd barely stopped moving when he began to move it, every stroke bringing a new curse.
He worked the phallus in and out of her pussy, keeping his strokes slow and steady. Each time he felt her nearing a climax, he would stop. Sometimes he caressed the insides of her quivering thighs while keeping the entire length sheathed in her cunt. Other times, he would completely withdraw it, her whimpers of protest making his already hard cock ache with the need for relief. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, only that he'd denied her release half a dozen times. When he set the dildo aside, its surface shiny with her juices, he was nearly ready to bring this to an end.
“You've done so well,” he leaned over her, running his hands up over her hips and sides, each flinch making the heat inside him burn even hotter. “We're almost done. Are you ready to be done?”
Courtney took a hitching breath, voice nearly breaking as she spoke. “Whatever pleases you, Sir.”
Fuck. Vance forced himself to think about anything other than the naked, trembling woman beneath him. He was so close that he had to sit back and clench his eyes shut until he'd regained control.
Vance picked up a smaller dildo. It was almost as long as the first, but smoother and thinner. Barely the circumference of his first two fingers, this particular toy had come out of a different trunk than the first. This one was from what Vance called the 'ass chest.'
He slid the toy into her pussy with little resistance and Courtney barely acknowledged its presence. She'd turned her face to the side and closed her eyes, no longer speaking. Vance moved the dildo a few times, thoroughly wetting the toy. He removed it, but still no reaction. It wasn't until he pressed its head against the little puckered hole that Courtney's eyes flew open. She whimpered, eyes rolling as he pushed forward.
There was less resistance than he had expected. He paused. “Seems like someone's already loosened this hole. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?” When she didn't answe
r, he reached down and gave her pubic hair a tug. Her hips jerked.
“Did you have something in your ass earlier today?” He pushed the dildo a few centimeters more.
She nodded frantically.
“What?”
A faint red flush crept up her cheeks. “My fingers.”
Vance's stomach clenched hard. Had she done what he thought she'd done? “Did you get off with fingers in your ass?” The expression on her face answered his question, but he wanted to hear it from her lips. “Did you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
He shoved the dildo a little further. “Tell me.”
Her voice quaked but she didn't protest. Rather, she did exactly as he asked. “I'd already come a couple of times and I started thinking about you and what you might do to me.” She closed her eyes as if she couldn't look at him while saying the words. “Imagining you were putting things there.” She faltered, unable to finish.
“Put what where?” He pulled the dildo back before pushing forward again. His heart was pounding, body humming with anticipation. He desperately wanted to hear her say it.
“First your fingers, and then your cock in my ass.” A flash of anger crossed Courtney's face, the fire making Vance's dick jump. He wanted her submissive, but, damn, did he love the occasional spark.
“Is that what you wanted to hear? I was fantasizing about you fingering my ass while fucking my pussy, then fucking my ass. I stuck two fingers in my ass and two in my cunt,” she snapped.
Vance shoved the rest of the dildo forward in one slow push that made her groan. “Yes,” he hissed. “That's exactly what I wanted.” He slowly fucked the toy in and out of her ass, ignoring her squirming to try to get away, the noises of protest with each stroke. He kept listening for her to cry 'mercy' but she didn't.
“Please,” Courtney began to beg, tears streaming down her face.
Based on the liquid drenching the pillow beneath her, he was fairly certain that it wasn't pain triggering the tears. Each repeat of the word sent a new jolt of desire straight to his groin. He flicked open the button to his pants and eased down his zipper. He didn't think he was going to be able to hold back much longer.
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