Wildly Inappropriate

by Lila Dubois

  “Relax, princess.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied immediately.

  He hunkered down to look in her face. “You’re scared. Why?”

  “I don’t want to be spanked again.”

  He stroked her cheek. “You responded to it, but if worrying about spanking is going to detract from the rest of your experience, we’ll take it off the table.”

  “You’d do that?”

  “Of course. I won’t always do what you want. And I will push you, but if something is causing you anxiety, that’s a step backwards.” He rose, so she was looking at his knees. She watched him pick up the crop and tensed. “But you have to ask yourself what part of it you’re afraid of—the physical pain or entering sub space.”

  The folded flap of leather on the tip of the crop traced the line of her spine, then down, between the globes of her ass to her sex. He rubbed her pussy with it and Win moaned at the sudden and unexpectedly powerful pleasure.

  “Sub...space...” she gasped between moans of pleasure. She’d heard the term, but hadn’t really understood it.

  “It’s a sort of altered state of being, though that sounds a bit dramatic. I’ve had subs tell me it’s a similar feeling to what you get if you meditate for an extended period of time.”

  “It was nice,” she said, though that seemed a lame term for what had been a powerful experience. “But what about you?” she asked.

  “What about me? Kneel up.”

  Though it was the first time he’d used the term, she’d read enough that she knew what he wanted. Win straightened so her hands were no longer on the ottoman. For a moment she let them dangle at her sides, but then raised them, lacing them through the heavy fall of her hair at the back of her head.

  “Lovely,” he commented.

  “What do you get?” she asked quietly. “If I get to go to the floaty head space, what do you get?”

  Edward’s mouth curved into a wolfish smile. “What do I get, besides to play with and touch a beautiful woman?” He ran the tip of the crop down her breastbone. “To have her obey my every command?” The tip of the crop slid sideways, rubbing over her nipple. “To touch her in ways that society considers taboo, and maybe even criminal?” He raised the crop with a sharp motion, as if he were going to strike her nipple with it.

  Win sucked in her breath and held still, waiting for the blow to land, for him to strike her vulnerable, tight flesh.

  The crop came to rest gently on her other nipple, rubbing in a circle.

  “Yes,” Win gasped. “Besides that.”

  Edward chuckled and dropped the crop onto the couch. Then he sat to remove his shoes and socks. She watched with rapt anticipation as he stood and then, much to her surprise, sat cross-legged on the ottoman facing her. She realized why a moment later when he placed his hands on her waist and leaned forward, taking her right nipple into his mouth.

  He sucked hard, drawing blood to the sensitive tip of her breast. Then his teeth closed in a delicate bite, and he flicked the captured tip with his tongue.

  Win saw stars.

  The delicate, precise touch of his tongue to her sensitive nipple was so acute that she grabbed his head, arching into him. “Edward,” she moaned. She wasn’t thinking about submitting, calling him Sir. All she could think about was how good it felt to have him sucking her nipple. His hand gripped her other breast, kneading it firmly before plucking and twisting that nipple. Win fisted her hands in his hair and moaned, “More, more, more.”

  This time he obeyed her, quickly switching to her other breast, giving it the same treatment—closing his teeth around her nipple, tugging it gently before tormenting it with his tongue. His fingers slid over her saliva-wet breast, plucking and rolling the tip.

  Win’s pussy pulsed with each tug and pull, and for a glorious moment she thought she’d come just from the nipple play. “More,” she begged. “More.”

  She was fully aware that she was giving him orders, that she no longer had her hands behind her head, and that all these things meant she’d earned a punishment. Another spanking?

  She didn’t care. Aroused as she was, she actually wanted another spanking on her already aching ass. The heat from her well-spanked bottom was only fueling the fire of her arousal, making her want more—pain, pleasure, it didn’t matter. She wanted more.

  Edward released her nipple with a pop, and scrambled off the ottoman. He snagged something up off the tray, then held up the tweezer-style nipple clamps for her to see. Win raised her arms and arched her chest, offering him her pink, wet nipples to be clamped.

  A muscle in his jaw clenched and he looked almost angry, but she knew it wasn’t anger that made him look so hard and intense. He was fighting for control—not of her, but of himself.

  Maybe she could make him lose control.

  “Please,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

  Edward’s hand shot out, fisting in her hair. He pulled her head back, then looked down at her. “I will fuck you, princess. When I’m ready. When I want to.”

  All thoughts of trying to make him lose control fled in the face of his overwhelming dominance. She welcomed it, relaxed into her role of submissive.

  “Yes, Sir.” She held his gaze for a moment before lowering her lashes. He grunted in satisfaction, released her hair, and then grabbed her right nipple. She moaned as he twisted and pulled, then gasped when he attached the clamp, not on the very tip, but just behind it. He slid the small guide up until the clamp was held firmly. It pinched, but didn’t hurt. Or maybe it was hurting her but aroused as she was, she couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain.

  He applied the clamp to the second nipple.

  “Look down at your breasts. Look at the clamps.”

  Win did, shocked by how pink the tips of her breasts were.

  “Why are you clamped?” he asked in a rough voice.

  Win raised her gaze to his. “Because you want me to be.”

  A savage gleam of satisfaction lit his eyes. “Yes. Who do you belong to?”

  “You. I belong to you.”

  “Hands and knees.”

  Win dropped down onto her hands. As she did, the clamps shifted, stimulating her nipples, and she shivered.

  There was the crinkle of plastic and a click from behind her.

  Lube. He’d opened up some lube.

  Of anything this was the thing she was looking forward to the most. She probably could have gotten one of her few past boyfriends to agree to anal, but she didn’t want to just be fucked in the ass. She wanted to be played with, plugged, used the way the women in the erotica she like to read were.

  Cold, viscous liquid was dripping into the crease of her ass, and a moment later he grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them open, exposing her. The lube rolled down until it reached her anus. Something, his finger she realized a moment later, rubbed the lube around the outside of her rear entrance.

  “I want you to drop down onto your elbows and arch your back.”

  When she did the clamps hit the surface of the ottoman, stimulating her nipples. She gasped and as soon as she did, he pressed one finger into her ass.

  Win shuddered and bit the inside of her cheek. Having his finger inside her felt good. So good.

  “Talk to me, princess,” he said.

  “It feels good.”

  “What does?”

  “Your finger in my, my...”

  “In your ass. Say it.”

  “Your finger in my ass feels good.”

  “What were you expecting?”

  “I was expecting it to hurt a little bit,” she admitted.

  “Yet you wanted it.”

  “Because it’s...it’s taboo.”

  “For straight women, it can be considered taboo,” he conceded. “But there are lots of nerve endings in the anus, and done correctly, anal sex is entirely pleasurable.” With one finger still buried in her, he rubbed the stretched ring of muscle with the pad of his thumb.

  She moaned happily, her hea
d dropping onto her crossed wrists.

  “That being said, when I stretch you, it will hurt a bit.”

  “Please,” she moaned.

  “Please what?”

  “Please hurt me.”

  His finger withdrew and something cold took its place. “This is a plug. Appropriately, it’s called a princess plug, because it has a jewel in the base. Have you seen these?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “This plug has a longer taper than most, good for a beginner, and a narrow neck. You will keep the plug in from now until our time together is finished.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good, princess, good.” He started to press the plug in. Win tried to relax, but it was cold and hard, and despite her arousal, she tensed.

  Edward’s hand came up between her legs, stroking her labia. “Relax. This plug is going in your ass, no matter what you do. You can’t stop me. Can’t change my mind. You have no control here. Let go, stop fighting.”

  His words washed over her and Win relaxed. The plug started to slide in, stretching her, opening her, filling her. There was a slight burn of pain, but it was muted by the ache of pleasure. Then the plug slid in, her body closing around the narrow neck.

  “It’s in. How do you feel?”

  “Happy,” she replied, surprising herself.

  “Good.” He stroked her abused ass. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  His only reply was a sort of growling noise that made her think he was approaching the edge of his own control. She heard a condom packet rip open, and then he was tugging on her, until her knees were at the very edge of the ottoman. He toyed with the plug, reminding her it was there, making her aware of the fullness and pressure within her. In response she pressed her hips back, wanting, needing him to fuck her. His hands gripped her hips, and then his cock was there, the head bumping into her mound, sliding up through the valley of her sex to settle at her entrance.

  “Mine,” he growled, and thrust in.

  Win screamed in pleasure. His cock was filling her, opening her. He was hot and hard as steel inside her, and she wanted more. Winter leaned forward, felt his cock slide out an inch. Edward grabbed her hips and slammed her back onto him.

  Win’s scalp prickled and a shiver raced up and down her back. “I’m close,” she whispered.

  “You can orgasm from penetration?” he growled.

  “Not until now.”

  Before now, before him, she’d needed direct clitoral stimulation to orgasm, but she was going to come as he fucked her, even with nothing touching her clit. Her clamped nipples were rubbing against the velvety blanket, her ass was full with the plug, and his cock was thrusting deep into her.

  “Come for me.” He drew his cock all the way out, then thrust it in again, with slow, maddening control. “Don’t fight it. Come when you’re ready.”

  Win dropped her head to the ottoman, closed her eyes, and submitted. She stopped worrying about what would happen, if she was good enough, if this would be what she wanted, what she’d fantasized about. The reality was so much better than even her most elaborate fantasies. She trusted Edward with her body, and her mind.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, though she doubted he could hear her.

  Edward withdrew, then slammed his cock into her again. Pleasure shot through her and her toes curled.

  He started to fuck her in earnest, thrusting in and out with an ever increasing pace, until he was slamming his cock into her in hard, rapid bursts, his grip on her hips pulling her back to meet each thrust. Her well-spanked ass slapped against his hips, reminding her of the punishment, of his domination over her body.

  Another hard thrust, and this time his lower abdomen hit the plug, shifting it inside her.

  Win came. The orgasm exploded through her, making her scream and buck in pleasure. Her nails scrabbled against the ottoman, her nipples seemed to burn as the orgasm made her momentarily more sensitive, and through it all he kept fucking her. Today was a day for many new things, including all different kinds of new orgasms. This was unlike anything she’d experienced before—it was not just a tightness in her belly, but an all over wave of pleasure that made her teeth clench and her toes curl until her calves ached.

  Just when she thought it was done, Edward reached out, grabbed her hair, and pulled. Win’s head jerked up and she screamed as a second wave of pleasure took her. His cock jackhammered into her, and then Edward let out his own shout of pleasure as he, too, orgasmed.

  He stayed that way, buried inside her, for a minute, then withdrew. She heard him walk to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later.

  “We’re not done yet, princess.”

  6

  Winter sighed as his tongue stroked her clit. With only a few strokes she was already approaching orgasm, her fourth of the night. When he got her to three, he’d set her personal record for most orgasms in a single night with a partner. It seemed fitting that he would dethrone her last boyfriend. Even without more orgasms tonight had been the best sex of her life.

  It would be enough to fuel her fantasies for months.

  That thought muted some of her pleasure, because it made her remember that tonight was all they had. Suddenly she was desperate to know what time it was. How much longer did she have with him?

  He saved her from that miserable train of thought when he pulled at the plug while simultaneously licking her clit.

  She jumped as he tugged it, stretching her from within.

  “Shh.” The sound vibrated against her sex and made her hum in needy pleasure.

  He pulled the plug out, holding it so she was stretched around the widest part of it. Win clenched her teeth as what had been slow, warm arousal spiked into molten-hot need.

  “Please,” she moaned. “Oh, Edward, please.”

  He pressed the plug back in, and scraped his teeth along her clit.

  She yelped, her pussy spasming in response to the hard stimulation. He withdrew the plug, once more holding it so it was stretching her. Then he reached under her with his free hand.

  She twisted her neck to look at his hand. It held the chain connecting the clamps.

  He wasn’t going to...

  He sucked on her clit, yanked the clamps off her nipples, and pulled the plug free, all at once.

  Winter screamed as she came, nails scratching across the blanket, eyes squeezed shut. He didn’t stop sucking her clit, and the orgasm went on forever, wave after wave of blistering pleasure making her realize that every orgasm that had come before this one was pale in comparison, as if she’d lived in a world of shades of gray that had become suddenly, wondrously technicolor.

  “No more, no more,” she begged at one point, her whole body so sensitive that even the brush of air over her skin seemed too much. In response he squeezed her aching ass, reminding her of her punishment. Reminding her that she was his.

  Only for tonight.

  Another orgasm, or maybe it was a fresh spike of pleasure in the same unending bliss, muted that thought. Winter’s leg muscles started to shake, but she didn’t beg him to stop. She submitted, trusted him, and let herself revel in the exquisite pleasure he was giving her.

  When he pulled away, she was sweaty and limp. He helped her lay flat on her stomach, then roll to her side.

  Win’s face was wet with tears, her body occasionally wracked by a pleasure aftershock.

  Edward lifted her off the ottoman, holding her in his arms.

  “Another first,” she murmured. “No one has ever carried me before.”

  He kissed her head, then lay her on the bed. A moment later he returned with a warm, damp washcloth. She didn’t protest as he cleaned her sex and ass, as he carefully examined her nipples, then rolled her over to inspect her ass.

  She protested when he laid the comforter over her and started to get off the bed. “No,” she pleaded. “Stay with me.”

  He hesitated for a moment, then lay down beside her, his hand on her ass, though
all she could feel was the weight of it due to the comforter that separated them.

  Edward watched the clock, each moment that ticked by filling him with dread. At 9:55 pm he slid off the bed. Winter shifted, rolling onto her side to watch him.

  He fetched her dress, underwear, and shoes, then brought them into the bedroom and lay them out on the bench at the foot of the bed. Then he crouched, reaching across the mattress to touch her cheek one last time.

  “Thank you, Winter, for allowing me to top you. You were beautiful, perfect. I think that, if you want it, BDSM could be a fulfilling experience for you.”

  Her lashes lowered. “We’re done?”

  He checked the clock. “In one minute, yes. I’m going to leave you to get dressed.”

  Edward rose and walked out of the bedroom, giving her privacy. He closed the door behind himself

  He stood there, listening to the sound of the covers rustling as she got out of bed. His stomach felt like there was a lead ball in it. There was no post-scene peace and contentment the way there should have been. Instead he was fighting the urge to run back in there, toss her on the bed, and fuck her again and again until she wouldn’t have the strength to walk out the door.

  He heard the handle start to turn and jerked away from the door, turned to face it.

  Winter was fully dressed—looking just as lovely as she had before. Her hair was up. He wanted it down. Wanted it dancing over her naked flesh.

  “Thank you,” he repeated. “For allowing me to top you.”

  She swallowed, the long naked line of her throat looking so deliciously vulnerable. “This is it?”

  “Yes, princess.” He caught himself, shook his head. “I’m sorry. Yes, Winter. This is it. Per our agreement, our time together ends at 10 pm.”

  She searched his face, and she looked so sad. “What if...what if I want to do this again?”

  His heart leapt, but it would be unconscionable to arrange a second session while she was still coming down from this one. A good Dom made sure his sub was not being influenced by any residual pleasure or feelings of submission when they arranged their next meeting. He had to be extra careful, extra attentive to the rules, since she was new. “That’s not something we should discuss now.”