A wave took her again, her body shaking, her legs giving out. Jake grasped her hips, holding her up, and kept going, slathering every part of her, stretching the ecstasy on and on.
After her second orgasm subsided, Jake came back around to the front of the pillory, a smile on his face, his cheeks glistening.
“That was so hot,” he said, his eyes wide. “I’ve never seen a woman react like you do. You’re amazing.”
Carla’s lips parted and she wiggled her hips. Why was he talking? He could be kissing her, or doing something else delicious.
“Do you want to stop?” Jake said. “Or we could keep going if you want to try something a bit more, um, extreme.”
Carla was the one locked up, immobile, but she’d never felt more free. She felt a sense of wanton abandonment that was antithetic to all that she thought she knew. It didn’t make sense. None of this did. But at the moment, she was too caught up in the adventure to care.
“Do your worst,” she challenged.
“You think you can handle my worst?” Jake said. His face had darkened.
Carla said, “Yes, I can.” But as the words left her mouth, she wished she could bite them back.
In the blink of an eye, Jake’s expression had gone from happy amazement to intense, almost cruel.
Did I misjudge him? Is he some kind of perverted sadist?
As a rule, Carla didn’t like bad boys. That was Janet’s type. Well, every type was Janet’s type. But Carla billed too many hours trying to save entitled, alpha-male corporate jerks from the legal messes they’d gotten themselves into. She didn’t tolerate swagger and self-absorption in her men. She dated quiet, polite types. And she went out of her way to avoid mean people, of either sex.
Did I just give a wacko permission to beat me?
The very idea made her almost dizzy. She should call out her safe word, end this before it got out of hand. But somehow, she didn’t. Somehow, she didn’t really want to.
Why am I still so excited?
Once again, Jake’s hands were on her ass, rubbing and stroking, tickling her clit, coaxing her to wiggle and grind.
“Remember to count,” he said.
Her skin was still aflame from the previous licks of the whip.
Is he planning on raising welts?
Drawing blood?
At what point do I put an end to this?
CRACK!
Carla cried out in shock.
He hadn’t whipped her butt again.
Instead, he’d flicked the whip there.
Between her legs.
Not as hard as he’d smacked her butt cheeks, but there was a definite sting to it.
“Count!” he ordered.
I should tell him to stop.
“Count!”
“One,” Carla grunted.
CRACK!
Jake had again expertly landed the whip on her swollen, throbbing clitoris. Carla cried out, her entire nether region seemed to burn.
“Two.”
CRACK!
“Three.”
He was hitting his mark perfectly. This was somewhere between pain and pleasure, some strange twilight of sensation. Carla didn’t know what to do. She wanted Jake to keep going, to take her to a plane she’d never been before, to do his absolute worst. Yet the thought of that made her whole body recoil.
CRACK!
“Four.”
“CRACK!
“Five.
“CRACK!”
The pressure built, seizing low in her belly, gaining strength.
Oh god, I’m going to come again.
“Six.”
CRACK!
“Seven.”
Carla squeezed her eyes shut as the groundswell took her. Every muscle in her body clenched. She both braced herself for the whip’s next crack, and welcomed it. All she could focus on was the moment—right now—the rest of the world fading away. Her own body, her own responses, how truly free she felt, how scary that was, and how the fear made all of it even more exciting.
CRACK!
Carla whimpered the number eight, and then her climax seized her, shook her, turned her inside out. Jake finished the last two strikes, but Carla didn’t feel anything other than wave after wave of mind-blowing excess surging through her.
Then he was kissing her again, and Carla breathed him in like he was the oxygen she needed to survive. She kissed him fully, greedily, unabashedly, animal instinct turning her into a person she couldn’t even recognize.
“Want to take a break?” Jake asked between kisses.
“No,” Carla said. “More.”
He kissed her again and smiled, then walked off.
Carla realized she was bucking her hips, twerking like the waitress in the restaurant had. She didn’t have control over it. Her body wanted what it wanted, and Carla was powerless to resist.
Carla pulled against the stocks, straining her head and hands, trying to get away, but even more stimulated to find she couldn’t.
She was Jake’s. Completely at his mercy.
He can do anything he wants to me.
And the scariest thing is I want him to do it all.
“A choice,” he said, standing before her once again. He had something in each hand, but Carla didn’t see them. She looked nowhere but straight ahead, her eyes drilling into the bulge at his crotch.
“Let me suck your cock,” she said.
“Carla…”
“Please. I want it bad.”
Jake stepped away.
Was he going to take off his jeans? Was he going to pull out that magnificent man meat and fuck her face with it? Make her choke?
The very idea prompted Carla to whimper.
And then Jake was opening up the top of the pillory, letting her free.
No!
“Jake…?”
“You know the rules, Carla.”
Carla didn’t want it to stop. Not now. Not like this. She refused to stand up, staying bent over with her neck and wrists in the same position.
“I didn’t touch you,” she protested.
“The idea is the same. You know it’s off limits.”
“You can’t do this,” she said, finally standing up to face him on shaky legs. “I’m sorry I said I wanted to suck your cock. I won’t say it again.”
“This is getting too intense,” he said.
“That’s okay. I like it intense.”
“Too intense for me,” Jake said.
She stared at him for a second. “What does that mean?”
“I think we should stop for a while, Carla.”
“I won’t say it again.” Carla hadn’t broken the rules. This wasn’t fair. She couldn’t let him end this. She was just starting to really like it. Just starting to break into a new world. “I’ll never ask to suck your cock again. You have my word.”
Jake seemed to hesitate.
“When we started this, you asked me to trust you, right?” Carla asked. Somehow her lawyer-brain had arisen through the fog of sensation. “Well, I did. And now I’m asking you to trust me. I won’t bring it up again.”
Her eyes locked onto his face. Jake was staring at the floor. When he looked at her again he sighed and nodded.
Carla assumed her position in the pillory, and Jake locked it into place. Wiggling her butt with anticipation, Carla almost squealed with delight… until she noticed what Jake was holding in his hands.
In one, the giant dildo. Exhibit A for the prosecution. As long and wide as a water bottle.
In the other hand…
“I don’t want that,” Carla said.
In Jake’s other hand was the ball gag. As aroused as she was, Carla couldn’t let him take her voice away. Jake had his boundaries, and she had hers.
“So you want the dildo?” he asked.
The twinkle was back in his eyes.
“Yes. I want the dildo.”
To Carla’s surprise, she realized she meant it. She wanted something inside her, stretching her, filling
her, and if she couldn’t have Jake’s cock, she’d take whatever she could get. “Shouldn’t we start with something smaller?”
Jake walked around the pillory and cupped her with his hand, a finger slipping inside. She pressed against it and flexed her Kegel muscles, trying to draw him deeper. He slipped in two fingers, moving in and out, and Carla let out a moan.
“How does that feel?” Jake asked.
“Sublime.”
Then sublime went out the window.
Jake withdrew his hand and pressed what felt like a baseball against her opening.
“Just relax,” he said.
He began to bump against her with the monster toy, inserting it a little each time. Carla didn’t find it painful, but it wasn’t doing much for her, either. “This feels about as erotic as a speculum at a gyno exam.”
“Just wait.”
Then Jake gave it a firm push and—
Carla yelped.
Oh. My. God.
She’d never felt so full before. So stretched. Her entrance burned, every nerve ending ablaze. She balled her hands into fists and bit her lower lip. Her thighs trembled.
Jake worked it in further, and Carla cried out. It was as if she’d never been fucked before. In fact, it reminded her of the very first time. That same stretching, burning feeling, especially around the opening.
But this was different.
And the more Jake worked the toy in and out of her, the more intense the sensation became. A definite streak of pleasure laced the discomfort, a kind she’d never experienced. And the deeper Jake penetrated, the more the pleasure grew. A slow, sensual penetration was one of Carla’s favorite parts of sex, and that’s what this was, yet on steroids, magnified until her entire body was heated by the sensation.
Carla arched her back, pushing against the toy, feeling it inch into her, then pull out, in then out, until the tip reached some patch inside of her that was incredibly sensitive.
Carla’s breath burst from of her lungs.
“That’s your G spot,” Jake said. “It’s like a clit inside your vagina.”
He began to move the dildo, stroking her, alternating between thrusting and turning, as if he was slowly churning butter.
Carla tried to tense her Kegel muscles, but the toy was too big. Still, her effort made the sensations more powerful.
“Do you like being fucked with this giant cock?” Jake asked.
His language was crude, but somehow it made the whole scene hotter. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I like being fucked… with the giant… ahhhh… cock.”
“Tell me how fast you want it.”
Jake slowed down his pace, frustrating her.
“Faster.”
“Be specific.”
“Fuck me faster with that big cock.”
Jake picked up speed, and Carla let out a long wail. Her breaths came in gasps.
“Fuck… me… faster…”
He obliged. Carla realized, incredibly, she was close to orgasm. But it felt different than any she’d had in the past. More diffuse. Fuller bodied. Her clitoris wasn’t being touched, but the sensations were strong enough to flip some switch deep within her body.
“Don’t come without permission, or you’ll be punished,” Jake said.
“Mmmm. Can I come?”
“No.”
Jake began to thrust faster. Carla grunted and squeezed her eyes closed.
“Jake… I’m going to come.”
“You don’t have permission.”
That was crazy. Her entire sex life, it had been about doing all she could to attain an orgasm. How was she supposed to stop it?
She remembered how turned-on she’d been after hearing Jake jerk off that first time. The thoughts she’d used to cool down.
Tax returns.
Baseball.
Pizza.
Sailing.
Focus on the water, Carla. On being alone in the lake. How scary that was. How alone you felt. How the water fucked you harder and harder.
No! Don’t think about fucking. Think about fear. Abandonment. Drowning. Choking.
Choking on Jake’s big cock, his essence shooting down your throat.
“Please let me come, Jake!”
“No.”
He began to churn even faster, and Carla knew she couldn’t stop the climax. She’d have to deal with whatever punishment Jake dreamed up. The only thing that mattered, her entire world, had been reduced to that giant dildo inside of her, forcing her to—
“You can come now.”
Carla screamed, the orgasm shattering her, making her knees buckle, feeling like her insides were being pulled out. Then, without realizing it, during one of the contractions she felt her bladder clench and Carla, both helpless and mortified, burst like a damn and soaked Jake’s floor.
Seven
Carla bit into the sandwich Jake had made her. Black forest ham, mustard, sun-dried tomatoes, crisp lettuce, on brioche. It was delicious, and she was ravenous, but Carla was still embarrassed about what had happened in the dungeon of pleasure.
“Are you sure you’re not making this up to make me feel better?” she asked.
Jake laughed. “You really think you peed on the floor?”
Carla felt her ears burn.
“You squirted, Carla. You came so hard you squirted. That’s not peeing. It’s called female ejaculation. You can look it up on Wikipedia. It’s awesome.”
She remained dubious. “Why is it awesome?”
“It’s like the Holy Grail of sex, to make a woman gush like that. I’ve never done it before.”
Carla was surprised. Jake seemed to have been around the block a few times. “Never?”
“I’ve only seen it in movies. There are whole websites devoted to squirting. It gets like thirty million hits when you Google it. Most men can only dream of being with a woman who can do that.”
“It’s rare?”
“Very rare.”
“So I’m some sort of sexual freak?”
“Carla, you’re a sexual super freak. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
Jake seemed positively enthralled. It was cute, but his enthusiasm made him appear younger. Carla already identified a bit too much with Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate. She didn’t want to feel like one of those high school teachers who went to jail for seducing a student.
Carla shifted in her seat, the slight sting on her behind a lovely reminder of the time they’d just shared. She finished the last bite of her sandwich, trying to wrap her mind around the situation. Since coming over here she’d had—how many?—at least a dozen orgasms. She felt vibrant. Tired, but more alive than she’d felt in a long time.
And they still had the rest of the afternoon, and the evening. She’d paid for Jake’s time until dinner.
“So what else is on the menu?” she asked, mouth half-full.
“I have some ice cream. Chunky monkey.”
“I didn’t mean food.” Carla winked.
Holy shit, I just winked at a man. I’ve never done that in my life.
“Well, there’s a lot more to play with in the dungeon. I’m really excited to get you on the Stallion.”
He looked excited, too. Since they’d left the dungeon of pleasure, Jake’s erection hadn’t waned. Carla had promised not to mention it again, but she was really curious. Obviously, he would no doubt take care of himself after she left; Carla had been privy to two of Jake’s self-love sessions. But didn’t he have blue balls right now? Carla thought that men needed to come, or they hurt down there. At least, that’s what more than one ex-boyfriend told her.
Maybe blue balls were a worldwide guy conspiracy, to guilt women into getting them off. If so, it was the smartest scam of all time.
The house phone rang, knocking Carla out of her reverie. Jake excused himself, and went to answer it. When he picked up the kitchen line, he turned his back to Carla and spoke in hushed tones. Carla watched. She was unable to hear hi
m, but his body language spoke volumes. His shoulders sagged. He rubbed the back of his neck. He wiped his eyes. When he hung up, he stayed facing the wall.
“Jake? Are you okay?”
He didn’t answer.
“Jake?”
“Carla… I’m sorry. Something has come up. It’s… an emergency. I have to go out. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Carla’s high spirits sunk like a pebble in a stream. Her first reaction was concern. Jake was obviously feeling bad about something. She wanted to help, and he was shutting her out.
But then, why should he let me in? I’m just a client. We aren’t friends. We aren’t… involved. This is a business transaction.
“Ok.” She stood up. “Could you call me later, let me know if we’re still on for tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
Carla wished she could see Jake’s face, but he still didn’t turn around.
“I’ll be home all night. If you, you know, want to talk about anything.”
“Thanks, Carla.”
She let herself out.
As she walked back to her house, the elation Carla had been enjoying dissipated. She had no clue what that phone call meant, but it was obviously more important than finishing their date. A date she paid for in full.
She let out a heavy breath. As easy as it was to focus a dollop of righteous rage on getting cheated out of her full session, it wasn’t the money that bothered her. It was feeling as if she’d been used and discarded. One minute Jake had been boyishly excited about her and the next he’d been on to more important things.
Jake was young, his parents were gone, what could constitute an emergency? An ex-wife? Did he have children? Had it been the doctor with some devastating test results?
When she reached her house, she went straight for the kitchen. Jake’s mention of ice cream had planted a seed in Carla’s head, and she wanted to sulk in a pint of Phish Food. She settled in on the couch with two of her favorite men, Ben & Jerry, and called Janet on speakerphone.
“Wassup, bitch? Pussy sore yet?”
“Hi, Janet. And yeah, it’s actually very sore.”
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