“OWWW!” she howled, “I’ll behave, I swear!”
“Yep, I reckon you will,” he sighed roaming his hand over her seared, stinging skin, “at least for a time, until you need this again.”
Trailing his finger into her sex he found it as wet and needy as he suspected he would, and thrusting his fingers upward he frigged her with gusto, again bringing her to the edge before slowly withdrawing.
“Sir,” she groaned, “Sir, I was so close.”
“You say that like you think I don’t know,” he crooned, his lips roaming across her neck and shoulders.
“You wanna sip of wine?”
“If it…if it…p,pleases you,” she stammered, lost in her need and his warm, moist mouth.
“Your pussy would like somethin’ too, wouldn’t it, Cassie? Tell me, what does it want?”
“Your cock, Sir, so badly.”
“Uh-huh. It might just get it, and it might just ride you till you come, but only if you’re real obedient. Can you be real obedient? I’m not so sure anymore.”
“I can, I swear.”
“We’ll see, won’t we?” he mused, and with a final series of kisses across her neck he moved away.
Cassie moaned softly as she waited, longing to put her hands between her legs to rub away the sting, perhaps even more to rub herself into her orgasm. She wanted to hold her burning backside too, but what she wanted most was for him to take her, to ravage her, to hold her and gently make love to her. She was so overcome with so much wanting, that when Chad touched the glass to her lips and gently tipped, whatever flooded her mouth wasn’t enough.
“Easy,” he purred as her mouth searched in the dark for the rim of the glass. “You want more?”
“Yes, Sir…if it pleases you,” she panted.
“Chocolate too?”
“Ooh, if it pleases you,” she moaned.
Dropping the candy in her mouth, he listened to her sighs of pleasure as it melted against her tongue.
“Sir, it is so good, soooo good.”
“Uh-huh, I’m sure it is,” he smiled, knowing her state would render the sensuous chocolate beyond delicious. “And some more wine now,” he said softly, carefully placing the glass against her lips and tilting it up.
“Thank you, Sir, thank you,” she breathed.
“You’re welcome. Good girls get rewarded,” he said tenderly, lightly kissing her. “I’m gonna release your ankles now, and straighten you up. You do exactly what I tell you, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Placing the wine glass back on the mounting block, he returned to unbuckle the shackles, remove the spreader bar, and untie her wrists.
“Move real slow,” he instructed, “real slow, let your muscles adjust.”
He rubbed and massaged, helping her to straighten up, then guided her on to the blanket, the shavings underneath creating a soft, cushiony bed.
“You can relax a minute, then we’re gonna move on.”
Sinking into the blanket she laid still for a moment, then felt him move beside her; his skin touched hers and she sighed with happiness; he was naked, and curling up against his chest, his strong loving arms around her, she surrendered into the moment, grateful for her tingling pussy, her burning cheek, and all the attention he was showering on her.
“You were right,” she whispered.
“About what?”
“I do need this, I need it so much.”
“I know, hon, I know.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Her respite was short-lived, and she soon found herself on her knees and elbows as he slowly withdrew the butt-plug, replacing it with larger, longer dildo. Though she was able to relax and accept the new, bigger intruder, she groaned as he pushed it forward.
“That wasn’t a protest, was it?” he asked sternly.
“No, Sir, no,” she hastily replied.
Moments later a tantalizing buzz rippled through her backside and into her sex, and when he slid his cock inside her she let out a wail of joy. It was exquisite pleasure, and she thrust back at him, but he immediately pulled out, and the scintillating sensation abruptly stopped.
“A taste, nothin’ more,” he declared.
She heard herself groan in disappointment, but he was straightening her up, tying her wrists behind her, then he slapped the inside of her thighs, indicating she needed to spread her knees. Cupping his hand against her pussy he squeezed, as if milking, and as he swirled his thumb around her clit she groaned again.
“So wet, so swollen, such a hungry girl,” he murmured in her ear.
“I am, Sir,” she whimpered.
“You obey me, you’ll get what you want, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Lift your chin and thrust out your tits. I’m sure they’re feelin’ neglected, right, Cassie?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, and though she was apprehensive about what was to befall them he was right; they were longing for attention.
“No matter what I do, you keep that chin up and your chest out, and you don’t make a sound. Breathin’ that’s okay, gaspin’, that’s okay too, but no moanin’ or groanin’ or talkin’. Let’s see if you really can obey me.”
Swallowing hard she arched her back, pushing out her breasts, and a sweeping wave of something she couldn’t quite define washed through her. She felt brazen, almost lewd as she thrust them forward, and a half-smile crossed her lips.
“Uh-huh, you like bein’ like this, thrustin’ your tits out for their punishment and their lovin’. Makes you even hotter, doesn’t it?”
She nodded, not wanting to risk disobedience by speaking.
“Good, very good, you didn’t speak. You actually listened.”
As his hands wrapped around her mound flesh she caught her breath, and when his lips began to hungrily suck, she bit her lip to stop from squealing her pleasure, but when he began to draw them into his mouth, vacuuming them to the back of his throat, she clenched her teeth to stop from crying out.
It was something he’d not done before, and like the pussy whipping it caught her by surprise. It was an intense mixture of pleasure and pain, but she made not a sound, and when he repeated the technique on her second breast, he lingered a moment longer than on the first.
Pulling away he studied her; a deep red blush had crossed her chest and moved up her neck, and for a moment he wondered if she’d spontaneously climaxed. Dropping his finger against her sex he found her soaked, but she gasped as he touched; she hadn’t come.
“You may speak, did you almost have an orgasm?”
“I d,did, almost, Sir,” she stammered.
“Oh, girl, you are somethin’,” you were that close, you had that much goin’ on, and you didn’t make a peep. “You get some wine an’ chocolate for that.”
Splashing more of the rich cabernet into the glass, and picking up a large piece of chocolate, he kneeled next to her and brought it to her lips.
“You’re bein’ real good, Cassie. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she sighed, then drinking in the wine and taking the chocolate, she leaned against him.
“You doin’ okay?”
“I’m lost in you, in everything,” she breathed.
Placing the glass back on the second step of the mounting block, he opened the top and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. They were attached to each other with chains, and as he approached her puckered rose buds he paused, staring at them.
Do I want to do this? She withstood that suckin’ so well. No, I’m gonna save these for another time. I’ll just give her a little slappin’ and leave it at that.
Putting them back he picked up the small crop and laid the hand against the flesh of her breast.
“You know what this is, and the same rules apply,” he said sternly.
He flicked it up and down repeatedly, moving it across the entirety of both breasts, sometimes catching her nipples. He knew it was more stimulating than painful, and as he saw the rise and fall
of her chest he suspected a wave of fresh heat was sparking through her sex.
Finishing with a flourish, he dropped the crop and quickly untied her wrists, ordering her back on her hands and knees.
If Cassie was dripping with need, Chad’s cock was bursting. He was aching to slide inside her hot, dripping cunt and fuck her until they both exploded, and explode they would, but there was one thing that he’d been wanting to do for some time, and he thought it the perfect end to her pleasurable torture. Removing her blindfold he dropped it on the mounting block, then clipped Mickey’s leash on to the collar.
It took a moment for Cassie’s eyes to adjust, but the pale, muted light from the small lanterns was soft enough that she didn’t squint. She felt a tug at her neck, and for the first time she realized the collar was not the one she’d worn in the past; the leather was stiffer, and felt narrower.
“You’re wearing Mickey’s collar,” Chad declared as if reading her thoughts. “Every time you see it on him you’ll remember this moment. You’re my pet, Cassie, and you’re bein’ trained. Every day you’re bein’ trained, not just when we’re doin’ this. It’s when you act up, that’s then we do this, got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked.
“I’m gonna have this collar and leash in our bedroom from now on, and when I need it I’m gonna put it on you and lead you around the house, whipping your butt while I do. Now fall into step, crawl beside me like the obedient pet you claim to be.”
A thrill shuddered down her spine; she’d seen pictures, she’d wondered what it would be like, and now he was making her do it.
It wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be, and every few steps he would stop to slap down the end of the leash against her untouched cheek. Though the whipping leather stung she needed the short, punishing breaks until she finally figured out how to keep pace with him.
“You’re gettin’ it,” he said sternly, “you stay close now, pay attention, if I go slow, you go slow, if I quicken my pace you’ve gotta keep up.”
The spanking and leash training was having an odd affect; the submissive state she’d been in was deepening, and when he stopped and yanked sharply, telling her to kneel up, she instinctively opened her mouth.
“Ah, that’s it, that’s good,” he purred as he slipped his cock between her lips. “You understand! I’m your Master, and if you’re kneelin’ up your mouth should be open.”
He gathered her hair into a ponytail, then holding it tightly, keeping her head still, he began to pump, giving no thought to going slow or fast, just fucking her mouth as he wished.
“That’s it, that’s how an obedient girl behaves, just takes it. That’s real good, Cassie, real good.”
Feeling his moment looming large, he stopped, pushed to the back of her throat, held it there for a moment, and feeling no resistance he withdrew.
“Back on your hands knees,” he growled, aching to fuck her, and leading her back into the compartment and on to the soft blanket, he did just that.
He knelt behind her, plunged his cock home, and stroking her with gusto he spanked her burnt cheeks, reached under her and squeezed her tits, thrusting slow and hard, then quickening his pace he lost himself in his pleasure, all the while listening to her groans and moans. When she begged to come he would pause, relishing the pulsing of her pussy, then finally clutching her hips he began a steady rhythmic pumping, and reaching across to the mounting block he picked up the remote control for the vibrator, powering it to life.
“It’s time, girl, it’s time. You come for me, you give that orgasm to me. It’s mine and I want it!”
His words were whirling around her head, the vibrator was buzzing her forward, and his cock was pounding. She felt herself rising higher and higher, then suddenly her rockets fired, and she erupted in a cascading shower of sparkling convulsions.
As she howled out her joy, her sugar walls clutched his cock, and releasing into her he clenched her hips, fucking with power as the intense jerking sent shuddering ripples through his body.
Their mutual moments ended slowly, the spasms refusing to die, until she finally fell forward, causing him to slip out as she did.
Dropping next to her, the soft shavings under the blanket cushioning their bodies, he pulled her next to him breathing her name.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
It was much later, after coming home to hot showers and a sudden need for a late night snack, that they were in the kitchen sharing some extraordinary apple pie courtesy of Hannah. It was supposed to have been enjoyed after the steak and vegetable stew she’d also left for them, but the events of the evening had precluded the normal evening meal.
“How can a simple apple pie taste this good,” Cassie sighed rolling her eyes.
“I agree with you,” Chad grinned. “Best damn pastry, these apples, what does she do to her food?”
“She’s going to start teaching me, she promised, and in exchange I’m going to help her with her jumping.”
“Cassie,” he said softly, “I’m gonna ask you somethin’, and you’ve gotta be honest with me.”
“Sure,” she nodded, “of course I will.”
“Don’t say what you think I wanna hear, you need to be straight with me.”
“You look so serious, should I be worried?”
“Nope, not about a thing,” he smiled. “Was what I did, what we did, in the van, was it too much for you?”
She stared back at his concerned face and shook her head.
“Chad,” she said, finding her voice unexpectedly breathy, “I swear, I loved every, single second, and I mean, every, single second.”
She saw his shoulders drop, and realized he’d been worried since they’d returned.
“Just needed to be sure,” he said. “I took you further than I ever have before.”
“Um, I have a bit of a confession to make,” she whispered, dropping her eyes to the apple pie.
“Isn’t your butt already sore enough?” he asked. What the hell are you gonna tell me now?
“The thing is, when I was doing all my planning, and secret phone calls, deleting your messages, all of that, I knew, in the back of my mind…” she paused, biting her lip.
“Go on,” he pressed, “you knew what?”
“That you’d have to…I can’t think of the right word…respond? You’d have to come back at me somehow, not in a bad way, in fact you said it today, when I made the comment about getting a reprieve, you said you’d have to be even stricter. I sort of knew that, the whole time I was doing everything I was doing.”
“Did you expect it would be as intense as it was?”
“Um, you totally shocked me a couple of times, but everything you did felt right, and now it seems like we’re back in balance, and I don’t mean to be redundant, but…I need your…uh…rules, your punishment. Sometimes I protest, and sometimes it pisses me off, but I need it.”
“And that, Sassy Cassie,” he said warmly, “is why we are such a match, why we are what we are.”
“There’s something else,” she said slowly.
“Something else?”
“Yes, I feel different. It’s as if…something magical happened…something special. I just can’t put my finger on what it is.”
“It was very intense,” Chad remarked.
“Yes, but it’s more than that. Anyway, I feel wonderful. How did we get so lucky?” she sighed.
“When we first met I spanked your butt on the side of the road, and you were smart enough to realize you’d been waitin’ for me your whole life,” he chuckled.
“Aarrgh, you’re never going to let me forget that, are you?”
“Hell no, and you shouldn’t forget it, it was a great moment.”
“Yeah, it was,” she admitted. “I hated you.”
“No, you didn’t, you totally got off on it,” he retorted.
“Maybe, kind of, not really, but maybe,” she winked.
“Gettin’ back to the van,” he said slowly, “did you have
a favorite moment, or moments?”
As she considered his question she idly consumed the apple pie, then looking across at him she smiled.
“I loved the chocolate and wine, that gave the whole thing a warm sweetness, and I really liked dancing for you. I’ve never done anything like that before and it really turned me on, but I’d have to say my most favorite thing was…”
“What? Why are you hesitatin’?” he frowned.
“I don’t know. I guess because it’s not what you’d think, and I’m not sure what it says about me.”
“You need to tell me,” he said soberly. “You’re right, it does say somethin’ about you, and that’s why you have to tell me.”
“I loved being in the collar and being led around,” she said softly.
“This doesn’t surprise me,” he smiled. “You’re a very strong, resilient, feisty woman, and so the submissive side of you is the equal to that.”
“You mean, like a yin and yang thing?”
“Yep, exactly. Two sides of the spectrum, equal yet opposite.”
“Oh, yeah,” she smiled. “I feel better about that now, and not meaning to change the subject, but why haven’t you given me that package yet, the one from the show?”
“Ah, the package,” he said, saying the words as if describing a mystery.
“You promised to give the package when you gave me the crop, and you’ve given me the crop, big time.”
“True, and I should have said you’d get your package, after, you received the crop.”
“So, where is it?”
“A bit demanding, aren’t we?”
“I guess,” she laughed. “Sorry. Let me put it another way, please, Chad, would you give me my surprise now, that big brown package you brought back from the horse show?”
“I guess, though I’m not sure you deserve it after bein’ so demandin’,” he teased.
“But I apologized and corrected myself,” she said softly, her eyes wide and pleading.
“Okay, let’s go back to the bedroom,” he said, standing up and pulling her to her feet.
He put his arm around her waist as they ambled down the hallway, and as they walked in the bedroom Mickey pricked up his ears, then stood up and shook himself.
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