by Diane Leyne
He’d seemed particularly interested in the scene where the Dom tormented the helpless sub with a vibrator in her pussy while he fucked her ass.
Aly found herself moaning softly as she watched, but not because the scene turned her on that much but because of one of the toys in the goodie bag. Just before they’d left their cabin, Max had instructed her to lean over the arm of the couch with her legs spread wide, which had caused her skirt to ride up. His hand move between her legs, and then she felt him push something into her pussy. Slapping her ass, he tugged down her skirt and helped her up before leading her out the door and down the path to the main building and then the playroom.
Whatever he had put inside her wasn’t large, and it wasn’t uncomfortable. As they watched the Dom playing with his sub, the first vibrations started in her pussy. The rat bastard. He’d put a vibrator inside her, and he obviously had the remote control. As they watched, he slowly turned up the intensity until she was sagging back against him, unable to stand without assistance.
He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. “No coming without permission or you’ll be punished.”
She groaned but tried to obey, pushing back the sensation, but she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to do it as the tremors started. Just before she lost control, the vibrations stopped. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. She found she desperately wanted to please him, but she had been so close that she’d been willing to risk punishment to come.
Finally, the Dom on stage let his sub come as he poured his own release into her. When he pulled out, she could see the cum dripping from his sub’s ass. It looked so hot. She wanted Max’s cum inside her and not a condom. They’d both been tested, and she was on birth control. She’d ask him when the time was right, if she didn’t chicken out.
The vibrations started again, lighter this time, as they walked over to watch the next couple. There was a pleasant buzz, but as light as it was, her arousal built, especially when Max pulled her back against him and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass.
Max had hugged her and kissed her and asked her if she was sure she wanted him to do this. Aly knew that if there was a chance of a future for them, she had to at least give it a try. Last time she had run from the unknown. This time, she might still decide that BDSM was not for her, but she’d do it from a place of knowledge and not ignorance.
However, based on the fact that she could feel the moisture running freely from her pussy, she suspected that she would enjoy the play session, or scene as Max had called it, a lot more than she had ever imagined.
* * * *
Aly found herself naked and strapped down to a spanking bench in one of the private rooms. She supposed she should be grateful that they weren’t in public. Max had made her remove what little covering she had on and had restrained her to the bench so that her legs were spread wide apart, giving anyone standing behind her full access to her ass and her pussy. Further, her hands were fastened to the front of the bench so she was helpless.
And she had never been so turned on in her life. She could feel the cream dripping down her leg as Max fastened the ball gag around her head.
“Since you have such trouble staying quiet, I thought we’d try something different.”
Max hunkered down in front of her, stroking her hair.
“Comfortable?”
She just squinted at him and mumbled incoherently. They’d discussed it in advance, and she’d agreed that it made sense to use it for their first public play session. She was surprised when he wanted to use it in private, but his explanation that it was best to try it out privately made sense. She was shocked at the sense of helplessness it caused. She moaned against it, but he just smiled and patted her head.
She’d had second thoughts just as he was placing it in her mouth and fastening the buckle being her head. She was putting herself totally in his hands, but she realized that she felt safe with him. She trusted that he would take care of her. He might inflict some pain, but she knew from experience that it would only enhance the pleasure he would give her and help her to fly higher.
He chuckled at her frustrated attempt to communicate. Then he placed a white handkerchief in her right hand. “This is your safe word since you seem to have trouble talking. If you have a problem, a cramp, or just need me to stop, just drop it. If I don’t see it right away, one of the monitors will and we’ll get you out of the restraints. Drop it now if you understand.”
Aly let go and watched the white cloth fall to the ground, and Max picked it up and placed it back in her hand.
“Time to begin. But first I have to remove something.” He moved behind her, and she could feel him slowly draw the vibrating egg from her pussy, which released it reluctantly. She’d enjoyed it when he’d set it on the lowest speed. It kept her with a low hum of arousal running through her body, and now that it was gone, her pussy felt empty, clenching on the air. She wanted to beg him to put it back, but all she could do was lay there and await her Master’s pleasure.
* * * *
Max looked down at Aly strapped down on the bench, waiting for him to begin, trusting that he would take care of her, and his heart as well as his cock swelled. Actually, his cock had been hard most of the night, and he couldn’t wait to get inside her, but first he had to take care of her pleasure. Tonight was about teaching her more about how pain and pleasure could combine to bring her to a level of ecstasy she couldn’t even imagine. There would be time, then, for his own release. In the meantime, he would get pleasure from watching and causing hers.
He enjoyed her grumbles of frustration as he removed the egg from her pussy. It was slippery and coated with her juices, but his body hadn’t wanted to give it up. That was good. He planned to use it on her often.
He reached down to caress her ass before starting to spank it. He watched it turn a nice rosy pink, and he could see the moisture seeping out of her pussy. He paused to caress it, spreading the heat around and causing Aly to move restlessly under his hand.
Smiling, he moved to the table where he’d set out his toys after she was fully restrained and couldn’t see what he was doing. He knew it was driving her crazy. Her imagination was probably working overtime from the scenes she’d seen in the public playroom last night and tonight.
She didn’t know enough about the lifestyle to understand that not all Doms were all that into pain to the same degree. Max knew he was no heavy sadist, but he did enjoy sending a sub into subspace. He’d seen Aly’s reaction to just a small bite of pain and could see her slipping over the edge. And he wanted to help her again to release that inner emotional pain she was holding on to.
Tonight, he wanted to take her further, to see if he could push her over that edge and give her something no man had ever done before. He would take her into subspace, and then he would work on stretching her ass again before fucking her pussy. And then, if all went according to plan, he’d have her ass tomorrow. She’d be his in the most primal way possible, and if she didn’t realize it, then he’d just have to tie her to his bed and keep fucking her until she understood that she was his and that he was never letting her go again.
He planned to start with a spanking for a warm up followed by the flogger and then a paddle and finally a riding crop. She wasn’t ready for a whip or a cane, but he hoped, in time, he could bring her up to that level, but if he couldn’t, he wouldn’t push her past her limits. But based on her responses to earlier scenes, he believed that, in time, she’d come to crave what only he could give her and it would bind her to him.
He began slowly, spanking her slowly and evenly all over her ass enjoying the way it turned such a beautiful shade of pink. He rubbed his hand across it, spreading the heat and enjoying hearing her moan against the gag, but soon it wasn’t enough.
He walked around to her head and squatted down in front of her. He could see her glazed eyes and their puzzled look as she turned to him.
“I’m going to remove the gag, baby, beca
use I want to hear every moan, every sound you make of pleasure and pain. You do not have permission to speak unless answering a direct question. Do you understand,”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And don’t be afraid to cry, pet. Let all your feelings out. I’m here for you. Let me take care of you. Do you understand, pet?”
“Yes, Sir. At least I think so, Sir.”
“Good, pet. Now what color are you?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good. Time to ramp things up.”
Max went to the table and picked up the flogger. He had actually picked out two. First he would use the one she had enjoyed so much, the one that felt almost like an intense massage. Once she had sunk into the pleasure that this one created, he’d ramp it up with the one with the finer, harder strands.
He took his first swing, landing one squarely on her left cheek. After she jerked slightly, he heard her sigh of pleasure. He started a regular rhythm, swinging in a figure eight pattern until he had covered her shoulders, ass, and thighs several times. He could see the pink color spreading, and his cock swelled to see his mark on her.
He checked her status again and got the same answer. Time to take it up a notch. She flinched slightly from the new flogger. He knew it hurt more, but he also knew she was well warmed up and it shouldn’t be long before this one also produced more pleasure than pain. He concentrated on her ass and the fleshy upper thigh area, and it wasn’t long before she was trying to push her ass back to meet his strokes.
He checked between her thighs, and her cream was running freely, streaking down her inner thighs and pooling below her on the floor. He grinned in triumph. Time for the paddle. He’d picked one of medium size with rounded corners and covered with leather. It would hurt if he’d started off hitting her with it, but he’d spent almost half an hour warming her up. It might actually not be enough. She was craving his strikes now, moaning with pleasure at each one and desperately pushing against the restraints.
He could see her orgasm was approaching, and each time it got close, he lightened his stroke until he could see it retreat. She was getting desperate from the frustration, struggling now as he ramped it up again.
Hesitant to make a change in the middle of a scene, he considered what to do next. He checked her expression. Her eyes unfocused, her respiration shallow, her nipples rock hard and jutting. And he realized that she was crying. But they didn’t seem to be sad tears. He pushed back her hair to get a better look and saw the arousal in her expression. She was almost incoherent with lust. He ran his thumb gently over her mouth, and she latched on, sucking blindly as her eyes closed and more tears seeped out.
Carefully he removed his hand only to have her expression change to distress. He patted her head until she calmed. Then he moved around to check between her legs. She cried out when he ran his fingers lightly up her slit. He grazed her clit, and she jumped. He realized that she was talking now, almost chanting. “Please, please, please, please.”
How could he deny her? He picked up the paddle. Just a few more to ramp her back up, and then he’d finish with the crop. It was never a good idea to change plans on the fly during a scene as the judgment of both the Dom and the sub could be considered impaired.
Once he had her flying again, he picked up the crop. He figured it would only take a few well-placed strikes to have her flying. Quickly he sheathed his cock, ready to burst himself. The first strike came down hard on her tender ass. Three more strikes in quick succession on her cheeks, alternating. Then he moved in. He liked the pinpoint accuracy of the crop. He landed one on her weeping pussy. He heard her cry out as he landed a second and a third.
And then, the final strike. Lining it up, he flicked it upward, landing directly on her distended clit. He could see her climax slam through her. Throwing down the crop, he grabbed her hips and slammed into her so that he was buried to the hilt. Immediately, her pussy clamped down on his as if trying to milk him dry, and he lost it. He wanted to take it easy on her tender ass, but all he could think of was that she was his and he had to imprint this on her. He rode her hard through her orgasm, and when it started to recede he reached around her and found her tender clit. Rubbing it gently, he could feel the tremors start again. Changing his angle, he made sure his cock was rubbing against her G-spot with every stroke as the clasped her clit and squeezed. He felt her body tense and then convulse around him again, but still he didn’t stop, not until her could feel her ascend the cliff again.
Now she was murmuring.
“Too much, too much, too much!”
He stilled inside her and whispered in her ear.
“Does my pet want me to stop? Are you using your safe word?”
“No, Sir. But it’s just so overwhelming.”
“That’s for me to decide, pet. You must either take it or safe word. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, pet. I just want you to come one more time, and then I’ll finish, too, and get you off the bench. Can you do that for me, pet? Can you give me one more orgasm?”
“I’ll try, Sir.”
“Good, pet.” He started moving again, gently at first as he reached around to grasp her breasts. He’d neglected them deliberately. He palmed her nipples. They were as hard as diamonds pushing against his palms. After squeezing and tugging on her breasts, he moved to grasp her nipples. “Next time I’ll clamp these,” he whispered, “and attach a chain so I can tug on them as I fuck you. You’ll feel the pinch and the burn as I pull them hard whenever you get close to coming without permission. Do you like how that sounds, pet? Do you want me to abuse your nipples to control your orgasms?”
He pinched her nipples, tugging hard on them and twisting them.
He felt her body buck against the restraints.
“Do you like how this feels?”
He heard her moan and her pussy contracted around his cock each time he squeezed her nipples. One last hard tug and she was squeezing him hard again, a third orgasm roaring through her like an avalanche as her body jerked and tugged against the restraints.
With it, he lost what control he had left. He gripped her hips so hard he knew that she’d have finger-shaped bruises the next morning, but he couldn’t help it. He held her in place as he pounded into her brutally, trying to get deeper and deeper inside her before spilling his cum into the damned condom. They would talk tomorrow. They were both clean. He wasn’t wearing one again. He wanted to feel skin on skin when he fucked his woman.
* * * *
Aly lay gasping for breath as Max lay on top of her panting as if he had run a mile. Finally he began to move, first removing his condom and then unbuckling her from the bench. Lifting her up, he carried her over to the lounger where he settled her on his lap and wiped away her tears. Before letting her nap, he reached for the bottle of sports drink he’d set there earlier.
“You have to drink up, and then I’ll let you nap.”
In a trance, she obeyed before snuggling close and immediately falling asleep. Holding her close, he let himself drift off, too.
Chapter Thirteen
Aly stretched. She felt pleasantly sore like after a really good workout. Suddenly, the memory of the night before came back. She’d had a good workout, but not in the gym. And the last thing she remembered was drinking down that nasty sports drink before burrowing against Max’s shoulder. She must have drifted off. She didn’t even remember him bringing her back to their cabin.
Rolling over, she saw that Max was still sleeping deeply. Usually he woke up when she did, but he was sleeping like a log.
Aly realized her bladder felt full, so she eased out of bed and went to the washroom. As she was drying her hands, she looked at the large tub they hadn’t used yet. It was separate from the large multi-person shower, which they usually used. She felt a few muscle twinges and thought that maybe a nice soak in the jetted tub might be nice before breakfast and another session with Dalton Hayes and his den of torture.
She turned o
n the taps and watched as the water rapidly rose and then she stepped in. She almost slipped as she jumped from the unexpected touch on her shoulder. It was Max, of course, his hair adorably rumpled.
“Great idea, pet.” Stepping into the tub behind her, he sat down and pulled her down in front of him and settled her between his legs, his cock hard against her back.
“Are you popping Viagra or something? You can’t be hard again.”
“You, pet, are better than any little blue pill. But I really don’t think I can move right now. You wore me out last night, and I’m still recovering.”
“I tired you out?”
“Yup, you were insatiable. No matter how many orgasms I gave you, you wanted more. I may have to start a fitness program in order to keep up with you.”
He wrapped a long arm around her and pulled her back against his chest. Aly enjoyed the feeling of him holding her tightly, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling of the water swirling around them and the solid beating of his heart against her cheek.
It was a few minutes before she realized that his right hand had drifted lower and was now sliding between her folds.
“I thought you were too tired?”
“I don’t have enough energy to fuck my sweet sub, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to shirk my duty to get her off. Just relax and let Max do all the work.”
He shifted position and pulled her up further into his lap. He parted his legs and then draped her legs over his so they were pulled apart. She felt him run a big finger between her folds, caressing lightly before sliding inside her. His other hand turned her head so he could claim her lips.
She expected him to ravish her mouth, but instead, his lips, his tongue, his entire body were so gentle as he worshiped her mouth, slightly sucking her tongue into his mouth where it could duel sweetly with his.