by NJ Cole
“Mmmmm I feel so relaxed,” I said sliding down onto my stomach and laying on the bed.
“Oh no, you don’t,” he said lifting me up. “We’ve got to take care of you.”
I reached for the blanket playfully, “No… sleep,” I giggled.
He shook his head and laughed. “Listen babygirl. I love that you initiated sex and I love it even more that you initiated anal. And I really loved how hot my cum looked dripping from your asshole, but if we’re going to have anal, I need to wear a condom.”
He’d carried me around the bed now and we were nearly to the bathroom. He held me tighter with one arm and opened the top nightstand drawer with the other. There was a box of condoms in there. “For anal, alright babygirl?”
I nodded.
“And we wash after.” He carried me into the bathroom and set me down on the edge of the tub, starting the water running.
I knew my cheeks were pink. “Was it messy?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
He started to laugh, but when he saw my face he stopped “Aww, sweetheart, never worry about that. That goes with the territory, but no, it wasn’t messy. It doesn’t mean that there aren’t microscopic organisms we can’t see, ones that could get either of us sick.”
I nodded.
“You know that’s what got you sick at the club right?”
Again, I nodded.
Kade smiled. “I love making you scream and cry out in pain. I love torturing you, but I always want to be in control of the pain and have the ability to make it stop. I never want you sick or in pain at my hand when I can’t control it.” He leaned down and kissed me.
We kissed until the tub was filled with warm soapy water. We took turns washing each other. I don’t think his cock had ever been cleaner in his life. I’d been scrubbed until I was pink too. We made love in the bath tub. There was no other words for it other than making love. It was slow and sensual. He kissed me and whispered sweet things about my body and my mind in my ear. When he came, he held me tightly to him. The warm water swirling around us in the dimly lit room. He was in no rush to take me from the tub to bed, but when the water started to cool, he stood, lifting me in his arms, and placed me on the soft bath mat. He dried my body as if I were a delicate flower and I dried his body with the care and reverence I would give a marble statue in a museum.
We climbed in bed, not at Master and submissive, but as a couple. He held me in his arms, my head on his chest stroking my hair, which was still mostly dry, only the ends having gotten wet in the water.
I fell asleep listening to his heart beating.
In the morning when I woke, I was lying flat on my stomach. I wasn’t surprised, that was how I slept. I turned my head toward Kade, and was shocked he wasn’t there. My heart raced. Why wasn’t he in bed? I’d always woken him in the morning. I started to scramble out of bed in a panic when I saw the note on the nightstand. It was folded in half, “Raven” was written on the front. I picked up the card.
Good morning beautiful. I enjoyed spending last night with you. Now I’d like to spend some time with you as my submissive. Please dress yourself as you’d like to submit and kneel outside of my playroom door in the basement. - Master”
I loved how we’d spent the night together. It was loving and very fulfilling, but there was the other side of me, the side that liked to serve and I was glad that I’d be sharing that part of me as well.
I didn’t have much, as most of my things were still at Seth’s. I did have a few things in my sub bag. I rummaged through it, pulling out one of my favorite tails. It was horsehair, and matched my own color nearly perfectly. I thought I’d been wearing it when I’d first met Kade. I pulled out a pair of black thigh high stockings, a garter belt, and a matching black bra and panties set. It had been a while since I’d worn my cat ear headband, but I decided to put that on as well. I wanted to dress up for him and make this special.
He wasn’t in the kitchen when I got downstairs. I had to assume he was in the playroom. I walked down the stairs as quietly as I could, though I knew the sound of a few steps that creaked gave my presence away. I knelt, as he’d requested, just outside of the door. I waited for a few minutes before he opened it. I had my tail in my hand, not sure if I should have it in or not.
“Stand,” he commanded.
I stood quickly, but kept my eyes down.
He stood in the doorway, blocking my entrance to the room. “Each day, from now on, unless told otherwise by me, you will come to the playroom after lunch. You will prepare lunch, we will eat together, you will clean up and then you will come down here and wait. When I’m ready, I’ll find you here and we will enter the dungeon together. I plan to use you each afternoon hard. Sometimes I will be alone, sometimes there will be another or others with me. You will obey me and the others if I see fit. Do you agree?”
I nodded, “Yes, Sir.”
“No,” he said kindly. “You will refer to the others as Sir. You will refer to me as Master.”
“Yes, Master,” I repeated. There was so much meaning behind that word, that I nearly came saying it to him.
“Good girl. I notice you’re not wearing your tail.”
“I wasn’t sure, S—Master,” I responded.
“Well, it is ultimately your choice, but you’ve told me you like it, and I like it when you wear it. It also helps me distinguish Raven my pet from Raven my girlfriend.”
My head snapped up to look at him, and then snapped back down to look at the floor. Had he just called me his girlfriend? I had the biggest smile on my face. I suppose that’s what we’d been last night, boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers to put it more precisely, though, if we went to dinner and swimming, that’s exactly what we were.
“Raven?” he asked.
“Huh? I was—I’m sorry. I was thinking about something else.”
“Me calling you my girlfriend?”
Again, I felt the blush. “Yes Master.”
“And you liked it?”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered breathlessly.
“That’s alright. I liked saying it,” he admitted.
I smiled wide.
“But that doesn’t make it alright you weren’t paying attention. I want your focus. I’m going to go back into the dungeon to get out an additional toy. You’ll be punished for not paying attention.”
I nodded, feeling bad for disappointing him.
“When I come back, I want you kneeling, in the ready position, tail in, and ready to serve me. I’m going to use you hard Raven, harder than I’ve ever used a woman.”
He left me then, more than eager to do anything to please him. I slipped my tail in and knelt, waiting for him.
He came back, not blocking the door this time. “Come in my pet. Crawl to the center of the room. I want you head down, ass up so I can inspect you.”
I did as he said, crawling into the room and raising my ass high in the air. He smoothed his hands over my ass cheeks, feeling the tail, pulling on it slightly and letting the silky hair fall back between my legs. He trailed his hand over my pussy, and then up my back. He ran his fingers along my spine making the hair on my body stand on end.
“Stand,” he commanded.
I jumped to my feet and stood in front of him.
“Hands on your head.” I put my hands on my head and he fixed my elbows so that they were pointing out to either side. He lifted each breast, squeezing my nipples roughly. I had to hold my breath to keep from crying out. He hadn’t been rough like this the entire time I’d been here. Had he been afraid to break me? “Hmmm,” he said, pinching and twisting. I wonder how they would look pierced with rings in them so I could take you on walks leading you around by your breasts.”
I didn’t answer. For one, my tail was in, and the question was rhetorical. He moved behind me and just when I thought the inspection was over, he slapped my ass so hard I yelped.
He chuckled. “Oh pet, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He circled me a few more times an
d stopped behind me once more.
The anticipation was killing me.
Finally, he reached out and ran his fingers through my hair, gripping a huge section of it tightly, and pulled my head to the side. He brought his mouth to my neck and began to kiss it, sucking hard. It felt good at first, but as his suction increased, I began to whimper. He didn’t stop, his mouth kept going and going. I could feel the blood being pulled to the surface. I balled my hands into fists and let out a cry of pain. He finally released me. He looked down at my skin. I was sure it was purple. “What a beautiful mark,” he said, tracing a circle on my neck. “It’s the easiest mark you’ll earn today.”
I wasn’t sure at the time if he was serious…He was.
Master took me over to the Saint Andrews Cross and cuffed my wrists and ankles. He began flogging me lightly and then got harder and harder. I cried out when the heavy falls of the leather left welts on my skin, but I didn’t say yellow or red. I craved the endorphins the pain would bring. When he moved to the canes, I screamed and flinched. He’d never gone this hard on me. There was no doubt that my ass would have bruising. He’d stop occasionally and check how I was doing. It became harder and harder for me to respond, not because I was in so much pain, but because I was slipping into sub space.
I felt lightheaded and dizzy when he took me down from the cross and put me on a massage table. I don’t know what I was expecting, but fireplay wasn’t it. I’d had fireplay before. It wasn’t something that I did often as Seth didn’t do it. It was usually a sensual type of play. Though the fire wand was on fire and touched your skin, it was moved quickly enough that you never burned, only felt the warm sensation. It was often compared to a hot stone massage. It was very different this time. I’d never had fire play after flogging and caning. The accelerant that made the wands light was alcohol. Normally it didn’t hurt, but with all the tiny cuts and abrasions, it stung each time he moved the wand over my skin. I cried out and wiggled.
The pain brought me out of the sub space I’d been in from the flogging, though the sense of clarity didn’t last long. I felt myself slip further into euphoria as the fire and alcohol moved over my skin. I could hear myself crying out, but it felt to me as if it were someone else. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he stopped.
“On the spanking bench,” he commanded. His voice was gruff.
I sat up on the table and wobbled a bit. He stopped and held me. I knew I could do it. I wanted to show him I could take all he was giving. Stepping down carefully, I moved to the spanking bench. My ass was raw and I was afraid I’d need to call yellow or red if he began with impact again. He didn’t. Instead, he moved behind me, and with one thrust, he was in my pussy. I cried out when his massive cock filled my pussy. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled, making me arch my back while he fucked me wildly.
I screamed and moaned as his cock pistoned in and out of me. His force was like nothing I’d felt. I came without warning, soaking the table I was laying on. It didn’t slow him down a bit. He continued to fuck me until he pulled out and shot his cum all over my back and into my hair.
I thought he’d want a break, but he moved immediately to my head and began fucking my face. He was no less brutal, though he didn’t stay there long. Once he was rock hard again, he flipped me over, having me lay on the small part of the spanking bench my legs in the air. He pinned them behind my head and began fucking me in that position. I came three times before he pulled out and shot his cum all over my chest and face.
I panted, trying to catch my breath, my head hanging over the back of the bench.
He used my position to once again fuck my throat. He held me there like that, fucking my face until once again he was beyond stiff. He pulled his cock from me and with me still on my back moved between my legs.
He looked down at me and spoke softly. “You hanging in there pet?”
I nodded, unable to speak. Every inch of me was burning with pain or exhaustion.
“You’re such a good pet. You serve so well. I want to fuck you once more. Last night you gave yourself to me, all of yourself as my girlfriend. Today you gave yourself to me as a submissive, all of you, and I’m now going to take what is mine.”
I knew what he meant. He was going to take my ass. I watched as he rolled on the condom. He put my legs on his shoulders. I felt so vulnerable. He looked into my eyes as he pushed into my ass. He was fucking me slower than he had my pussy moments earlier, but he wasn’t being gentle either.
The pace picked up and soon he was fucking me full force on the spanking bench in the ass. I screamed but it only seemed to fuel him more. His thrusts were slowing down, but gaining force. Each thrust nearly lifted me off the table. “Mine,” he growled each time.
I whimpered with each thrust, sometimes screaming. His hands worked my body. One on my clit, giving me orgasm after orgasm, the other on my nipples, twisting and pulling them. “I’m going to do this all of the time,” he growled picking up the pace once more.
I was glad he’d said that. I wanted him to. It felt great. My back arched slightly and when I came for what had to be the tenth time that day, he pulled out of my ass, tore off the condom and held his cock in his hand. He sprayed my entire face and hair with cum.
“Are you okay pet?” he asked after we’d both started breathing somewhat normally.
I was so far gone in sub space from the back to back scenes. I nodded.
“Good, then let’s go sit on the couch together.”
I couldn’t walk from the table to the couch, so he carried me.
He held me in his arms for a long time while I floated on the waves of bliss that he’d given me. He fed me small pieces of chocolate when I started to shiver and had water ready for me too. He was a very thorough Dom and doted on me far longer than most. When I was coming down from my high, he still held me, giving me small kisses until I was fully coherent again. “Think you can walk?” he whispered in my ear.
“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly.
He chuckled, “Good.”
Chapter Sixteen
Kade
I was fucking starving after our session and Raven was too. In hindsight, I should have taken her to the dungeon after breakfast, but when I woke, it was all I could think about. The session had gone long. Part of me wanted to get her to the point where she’d say yellow or red. Most of me wanted to see how far I could push her, push myself. I wanted to know what she could take and it turned out she could take a lot.
We sat there at the kitchen table eating. I fed her some of the eggs she’d scrambled and one of the pancakes.
She usually slowed down her eating when she got to this point, but she kept opening her mouth.
I chuckled, “Little bird, you’re hungry today. Do you want more?” I asked, giving her the sign for more. She repeated it. I smiled and lifted her off of my lap. “Go grab a few yogurts and some fruit.”
She walked slowly to the fridge.
I could see the dark purple bruises on her ass cheeks. I hadn’t left bruises on her back. I wasn’t sure how she’d react to these. Most submissives I’d worked with took pride in their bruising. “You look beautiful, pet,” I said as she bent over reaching for fruit in the fridge.
She stood back up, holding an orange and some grapes and smiled. She looked behind her at her ass and her smile was even bigger.
“You like them, don’t you?” I asked.
She nodded and walked back over toward me with the biggest smile on her face.
I pulled her back onto my lap and continued to feed her. “You know, Seth and Kennedy texted while you were making food. They’ll be over this afternoon.”
Raven nodded and gave a little smile.
I assumed she was worried about play with them after our scene. “I know they will want to play with you, but I’m going to have them wait until you’re healed and feeling up to it. Why don’t you tell me when you’re ready?”
My suggestion seemed to surprise her.
> Maybe she’d never been given that option before, but she should learn to make those decisions for herself. She was a submissive, not a sex slave. She should have complete say in who she played with and when she played with them. “Raven, I want you to be comfortable this afternoon. The plan is to have a barbeque in the backyard and maybe go swimming in the stream. You can be nude if you want, but you left a dress here and it’s hanging in your closet. I’d like you to wear it, and I’d like at least a little time without your tail.”
She nodded.
I loved the dress that she’d left. I’d found it in the corner of the room. She’d been wearing it for poker night. I guess the guys had tossed it to the side when they were taking her. It still turned me on to think of them taking her like that, how she liked it. She was an incredible submissive and an incredible woman. I was glad I got to spend time with both parts of her.
An hour later, Raven appeared in the living room wearing the yellow sundress that she’d left. I knew she wore no undergarments under it and that made my cock stir. Her hair hung down, as usual, flowing down her back to nearly her ass and her dark eyes were lined darkly with eyeliner making her look even sexier than usual. I loved the pink gloss that shone on her lips. She had her cat ears headband, but I wasn’t sure if she was wearing her tail.
“You look amazing, Raven,” I said.
“Thank you,” she responded.
No tail.
The two of us worked to get things ready for our guests. We’d had such a late breakfast, it was nearly time for lunch. I was going to make steaks with potatoes on the grill. Raven and I prepared them side by side in the kitchen. Each time I’d bump into her, she’d giggle. I loved the sound and wondered what it would be like to hear her really laugh. Deciding I wanted to find out, I waited until she put down the knife she’d been cutting potatoes with and started tickling her ribs.
She squealed and started laughing hard. Her body twisted and turned, but I kept tickling, making her scream louder and then laugh so hard—she shook. I wasn’t letting up, I loved the sound. I continued to tickle her as she laughed, squealed and screamed. I didn’t see her reach behind her back, until it was too late. She held the sink sprayer in her hand. I kept tickling, not afraid of a little water when she turned it on. It sprayed on my chest making my shirt wet.