My Body-Mine

by Blakely Bennett

  “Yes, Sir,” I responded, realizing I had said far too much.

  “Standing position two,” he ordered.

  I skittered quickly off the bed and stood with my elbows out and hands behind my neck.

  He swiftly spanked my ass and said, “Jane.”

  “Yes, Sir, sorry, Sir,” I hurriedly responded, keeping my eyes downcast.

  He clutched my upper arm and carted me along with him. “Do you remember the party at my house?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, my pulse thudding out of control.

  “I wanted to take you that night while my guests watched.”

  I suspected as much and wished he had as well. I responded with a “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to paddle that ass of yours with my favorite leather two-ply; you will be strapped down on the horse the way you were for the party. It’s going to hurt, Jane. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And you are going to take it to please me.”

  “Yes, Sir, I will, Sir.”

  “Good.” In the middle of the living room, he let go of my arm. The leather apparatus stood in the center and his favorite couch had been spun around to face it. I wondered why the couch had been moved if we were the only ones in the house. “Keep those eyes down,” he ordered. “Spread those legs wide.” Reaching down, he ran his fingers through my wetness. “Such a horny girl you are. Should I thank Chase for this?”

  I thought it wisest to say nothing.

  “Play with your dripping cunt while I tell you what I expect of you. Keep one arm up with your palm on your neck.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I trailed my right hand down and began to roll my fingers over my clit. I wanted to see what Marcello was doing but instead followed his command.

  “You’re going to do something for me before I affix you to the leather horse. I don’t want you to think. There’s nothing for you to do but listen to me and do as I say. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, trembling convulsively. My rock hard nipples jutted out, longing to be pulled and pinched. The juices from my pussy coated my fingers. I hovered on the edge of extreme arousal and he had barely touched me. I was scared and thrilled by what he might ask me to do.

  “Standing Position Three,” he called, his voice coming from the left of me.

  I held my hands behind me and pushed out my chest, careful to maintain my balance, which was not easy with my legs so widespread.

  “Listen carefully, my sexy whore, you’re going to get yourself off for me but you cannot use your hands. Your hands will stay firmly clasped behind your back the entire time. Do you understand what I’m asking of you?”

  The trembling turned into real shaking. “I think so, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Now show me what you’re made of, bella. Not only did I miss having you each and every day in whatever manner I wished, but I loathed the idea that that ‘boy’ enjoyed your company instead. Start now.”

  Turning slightly to the right to see if the leather horse held any possibilities, I found the height all wrong. The corner of the end table? I went over to the couch where Marcello casually lounged, a glass of scotch in hand. I could see the bulge in his pants. He loved dominating my sex, and although I should’ve been embarrassed, instead I felt crazy turned on, wanting to please him. I would repent my attraction to Chase by giving myself over to Marcello.

  The corner arm of the couch would have to suffice. The dark brown seam-stitch resembled a leather thong. The friction it might provide and how it might feel made the pounding in my chest increase. I panted with excitement as I straddled the corner of the couch and lowered my pussy.

  I felt like the whore and slut he wanted me to be and I reveled in it. Back and forth I rubbed my hot wet slit across the leather.

  Marcello shifted closer and blessedly tugged and squeezed my nipples. “I have something for you.”

  Peering down at his hand, I watched him spread open clamps and attach them to my nipples over my piercings. “Oh my god,” I groaned. The exquisite, intense pressure caused more juices to flood my already soaked pussy. Then he hung a small weight on each that swayed each time I fucked myself against the leather corner. “Uh … uh … uh,” I moaned. The stimulation of my cunt and nipples had me rocking on the edge of orgasm.

  As I rolled my hips, Marcello approached me from behind. He clutched my ass cheeks and started to knead them open and closed. Then he spread my buttocks wide and spit on my anus. His fat fingers slid in and around my vagina, gathering as much moisture as he could. He brought the fluid up and coated my asshole with it. Forcefully penetrating my anus with his large middle finger, he rode the in and out of my sway.

  “Oh please, oh please, oh please,” I begged.

  “Tell me first Jane, are you my whore? Do you belong to me?” His voice sounded deeper than before, his desire evident.

  “Only … yours,” I grunted out.

  “Remember that, Jane. I’ll let you cum soon but know I will not be easy on you once you’re strapped down.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He swirled his fingers in and out of my ass, forcing me to slow the rhythm down so I wouldn’t cum without permission.

  “Do not slow down,” he admonished.

  “Please, Sir … oh… I have to … I need to … so badly.”

  “Wait for it, Jane. One more minute, you can hold off for me. Do it!”

  I resumed my frantic pace, circling my hips around, rubbing my clit against the stitched leather. The weights swung, tugging on my hard nipples, making the climb so high I could no longer see the ground or anything else. Nothing else existed in that moment but sex and sensation.

  “Now,” he growled to me and I obeyed.

  “Oh yes, oh yes, Sir. Oh god … so good, so damn hard! Oh, oh, oh …” I broke apart into a million pieces as the rush of my climax shot through every facet of my being. I collapsed over the couch, so high on endorphins, I couldn’t see straight.

  Not giving me the chance to recover, Marcello snatched off the nipple clamps. I screamed out, “Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

  Clutching my upper arm again, he hauled me to the leather horse. Feeling the tension increase all around us, I hurriedly draped myself over and placed my wrist in the cuffs in front of me. He spread my legs wide and affixed my calves to my corresponding thigh. My pussy gaped open to him and my ass was easily available. My breasts dangled over the side, nipples protruding. My mouth hung at the perfect height for his phallus. He prowled around, secured my hands and quickly undressed. His beautifully large, erect cock stood straight out. The thick veins pulsed all around his massive shaft.

  “Jane, this is one of my favorite devices for discipline,” he said, waving the black leather in front of my eyes.

  The three inch wide paddle had a narrow handle. Solid leather showed on one side but the other had holes of various sizes throughout. More excited than scared, I wondered how much more the side with the cutouts would hurt.

  “I think I need some of that mouth first.” He rubbed his cock and balls against my face and I breathed in his masculine fragrance. I wanted to tell him how much I wanted him, wanted to please him, wanted him to take me, but Luke had taught me that once Marcello set out to exact a punishment, he would not be deterred. And I should shut the fuck up.

  He guided his erection into my mouth, pulsing until he hit the back of my throat but not going deeper. “Suck it hard,” he said, using my hair to direct my mouth. “Oh, that’s good. I can’t take your throat now, but I will. Yes, I will. Our next contract will be very different, Jane. I do hope you understand that.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I garbled around his cock. At that moment in time, he could have had anything he wanted. So wholly intoxicated with our sex play, I only awaited his order.

  “It’s time, and make sure to count. I must say, that spread open pussy looks rather inviting to spank as well. What do you think? And those incredibly big nipples of yours? Will you take that from me as well? I guess we’re about to
find out.”

  He trailed the paddle down my back and between my ass cheeks and then began. The smacking sounds of my discipline reverberated in the room.

  “One,” I forced out. The sting, so very intense. Moisture pooled in my eyes as my head hung down over the side of my confinement. He switched sides and landed another hard one. “Two.” Then he spanked my right butt cheek with the paddle five times in rapid succession. “Oh god, oh god, oh motherf—ugh. Three, four, five, six, seven!” I yelled out. The acute bite of the paddle caused a flourish of sting and burn over my buttock.

  “You don’t think you like that?” He laughed and buried three fingers past my swollen labia. “Oh, but your body sure does, troia mia.”

  He treated my left buttock in the same fashion. It took extraordinary self-control not to explode into a torrent of curse words. “Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.”

  “So nice and red,” he cooed, massaging my ass as he continued, “Your submission, long overdue, I must say, but so incredibly sexy. Sei mia.” He slowly rolled a finger over my clit, so distended and hard from all the play and pain. “Have I mentioned what a beautiful pussy you have? Bellissima. And I have yet to conquer that ass of yours. Know it will take place soon. Not tonight, however, because I want to see your face when I finally penetrate, filling you completely with my cock.”

  My panting subsided somewhat as he paused in my punishment. “Yes, Sir. Yes, please.”

  “You want to feel my fat cock in that ass of yours, don’t you? You need to take much more from me tonight for that to happen. You show me what a good girl you are, and maybe I will reward you.”

  I had never had anything remotely as large as Marcello in my ass but the dream I’d had months ago of him fucking me that way never quite left me and I still wondered if I could take him completely. Hopefully he’d make me try soon.

  “I’m going to start again and we are going to forgo the counting for tonight. Instead I want you to focus on the fervor of your discipline, and how far you’re willing to go for me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Wholly stimulated and also frightened, I did want to meet his challenge.

  He began paddling various parts of my body in quick succession. First my ass, several times; then he circled around and paddled my nipples. Instead of my tips contracting in pain, they stood fully erect for his abuse. Each smack of the paddle on my peaks caused a jet of current to race straight to my clit. “Ohh … ahhh … oh, please,” I groaned.

  “Good job. I knew your tolerance and desire for pain would grow.” Circling behind me, he began on the inside of my thighs, which hurt more than my ass or nipples. He started on one leg just above the knee and paddled his way to just under my pussy. In speedy strikes he did the same to the other leg. “It’s time, Jane. You can take it and you will for me.”

  He strolled away, letting my heart rate return to normal, making me wait for the inevitable. After taking a long swallow of scotch, he moved languidly toward me. He grasped my hair, bringing my face up as he inclined his mouth to mine. His kiss took my breath away and just before he stood up, he bit my bottom lip. Squatting down so I could see him, he said, “Mine.”

  And then the real punishment started.

  He paddled my cunt, sometimes landing straight on my clit. Tears spilled from my eyes from sheer agony, but a part of me triumphed in my ability to take it. I wanted to do it for him, and I wanted to find out how much I could withstand. If I stayed with him long enough I’d experience the outer limits of my tolerance.

  “That’s ten. I want you to take more for me. Will you do that?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I love you, Jane, and I glory in your submission. This next set will be ten straight on your clit. I will understand if you need to use the safe words but I implore you to take it if you can. Here we go, my love.”

  The paddle sounded juicy as it smacked my swollen mound, causing cum to drip onto the hardwood floor below me. He pressed down on my tortured nub between each strike, letting the piercing pain subside. The rawness of my punishment and my ability to endure it filled me with pride. I wanted this for both of us.

  Once he completed the ten thwacks, I wanted him to take me roughly, fuck me hard and make me cum so intensely I’d pass out in my restraints.

  “I’m proud of you, bella. Shall we stop? I’m almost inclined to see if you’re willing to take more for me. I have all these ideas running through my head for later in the week. Okay, baby, it’s up to you now. Will you take more from me or shall I make both of us cum?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I might regret letting him decide but I wanted nothing more than to please him in that moment.

  “Fantastico,” Marcello said, his voice jubilant. “Let’s do this right!” He tramped over to the couch, returning to me quickly. He yanked and twisted my nipples and refastened the clamps with the weights.

  “Ohhhh,” I moaned.

  “You’ve made me so happy, Jane. You’ll take twenty more for me and then I will fill your cunt with my release.”

  He spanked my clit rapidly, over and over again with the paddle. “Ugh, ohhh, ahhhh,” I muttered as the vivid scorching robbed me of my reason. It didn’t take long for him to finish.

  He sidled up next to me and slid his thick cock into my abused pussy. He pounded into me, his swinging balls striking against my clit. Snatching my hair, he forced my head back to expose my neck. He bit down hard and reached around with his other hand to tug on my right nipple clamp. “You have made me a very happy man,” he grunted as he released my head, continuing to plow in and out of me. “Your willingness to take … your punishment … and trust me to give … oh yes … give it to you, has absolved you of your recent activities.”

  After all he had done to my ill-treated pussy and nub, he coaxed from me the most powerful orgasm of my life. As I fragmented and my vagina convulsed all around Marcello’s phallus, it induced his orgasm to follow mine. “Oh god … yes … no … oh please, oh, oh, oh, soooo good!”

  “Yes my little slut. Yes Jane,” he yelled out as he came with me.

  I wilted in my restraints as all the broken shards of my being tried to reassemble themselves. Marcello’s body weighed heavily against mine, his heaving chest on my back, his breath flowing across my neck. He struggled to come back together as well and finally managed to stand. Undoing the straps that bound me, he lifted me up into his arms and carried me down the hall, through his bedroom door and into the bathroom.

  He lowered me to the ground, and it took me a few seconds to regain my equilibrium. I had never showered with Marcello and wondered how Janice would feel about it. “When does Janice get home?” I asked.

  “Not until this afternoon,” he said. He scooped me into a bear hug, lifting my feet off the floor. “Signing that contract marked the true beginning for us. I’m so very proud of you, Jane.” He set me down and turned on the faucet. “I’d love you to wash me in the shower but first I have a few things to say.”

  I experienced real shyness in that moment and glanced everywhere around the bathroom but at Marcello.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, taking my shoulders and willing me to gaze up at him.

  “Yes,” I said, but heat suffused my face and body. Glancing up, I didn’t know what to say. Happy to have pleased him, I felt closer to him than ever. I did, however, wonder why I had given him the one thing I could never give Luke.

  “Amore mio, thank you for giving me the gift of your submission.” He cupped my face in his large hands and gently kissed me. I could feel his love and appreciation. “Your honest transparency over your interactions with Chase coupled with your eager acceptance of your discipline has left me inclined to trust you to pursue a friendship with Chase. Feel free to run with him on the beach if you’d like.”

  Marcello’s trust meant everything to me. I jumped up into his arms and he caught me tightly against him. He hauled me into the shower, smiling over my antics.

  As the water poured down, I worried about Janice’s homecom
ing. Would she notice the shift between Marcello and me? I longed for the ease we had all once shared. Maybe Marcello’s Dom friend would restore the balance.

  Chase floated around in my head as well. Was it really wise to pursue a friendship? I didn’t think so, but I knew myself all too well. Mere common sense would not stop me.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  I looked up from my novel when I heard my door open wider.

  “Over here,” I said from the overstuffed chair in the corner of the room. “So how did it go?”

  “I’m exhausted. His stamina is unparalleled,” Janice said, collapsing on to the ottoman in front of me.

  “Is that a good thing?”

  “He definitely gave me a run for my money but now I just want to sleep for days.”

  I decided it must have been good because she had a huge smile on her face and she had come to share with me. “How old is he, and what did he look like?”

  “I’d guess him to be in his forties. His build is much smaller than Marcello’s. Shorter than Luke but similar body type. But his cock is like an eighteen-year-old’s—a real Energizer Bunny. I don’t think I have ever been fucked so many times over three days.”

  “Are you sore? What’s his cock like?”

  “My whole body hurts. He loves his rope. He tied me in all sorts of uncomfortable positions but always managed to penetrate me in some manner. Rather fond of my asshole, he made plenty of use of it. His dick is smaller than Marcello’s but hard as steel. I prefer a flared head like Marcello’s but thankfully his wasn’t as long and thick. I’d be raw instead of just tender.”

  I chuckled at her description. “Will you see him again?”

  “If Marcello allows it, then yes, I’d like to. I loved all the attention and when we weren’t fucking we talked a lot too. He wants me for his own.” She twisted her shiny black hair up and knotted it into a bun.

  “Who wouldn’t? You’re stunning and a sexual deviant with a penchant for pain.”

  “Love your way with words, Jane.” She laughed. “ ‘Penchant for pain’—I’ll have to remember that.”