by Lucian Bane
He pulled out of her clutches, recalling how the man in her story often did the opposite of what she wanted. He opened the door and ordered, “Get your seatbelt on. I want you in the middle where I can see you in the mirror.”
She answered with a tiny moan that said she might be frustrated but willing to play along. That was good. He hurried to the driver seat, smoothing his disheveled hair as he went, nodding at a couple nearby.
He got in the vehicle and locked the doors. “Sit with your legs open Contessant.” He glanced at her in the mirror and met her gaze, hooded with desire. “Are you open?”
“Yes, Rider.”
The silky tone of her voice while saying that name made his cock jerk. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, while driving back to her Scribbling hideaway only a few miles away. He glanced at her in the mirror. “I want to wait before we play.”
“What?”
His body wanted to explode at hearing the soft disappointment. “One week,” Scribbler. “That’s all I need.”
“For what?”
“To learn.”
“I can teach you,” she offered sweetly.
“You will teach me many things, but not about some things I have to learn this without your… scent permeating and coloring everything. Not that I don’t thoroughly love it, I merely want to become something that will require…”
“Okay, okay,” she cried in light annoyance tinged with poorly masked joy. “You… do your learning, Mr. Perfect, Mr. codes and what not.”
“You did make me this way,” he reminded nicely.
“Does this mean… we won’t…”
“I think I would like to play part of the game.”
“Which part?” she asked, breathless with hope.
He eyed her in the mirror. “Training you.”
“Ohhhh,” she said. “For what?”
“Obedience.”
Several seconds of silence passed before she whispered in quiet excitement, “Poe.”
“Rider,” he corrected. “I want you to call me that from now on.”
“At all times?”
He considered a moment. “When we’re alone.”
“What else?” she asked, her voice a wisp of hot silk along his aching cock.
“You’ll see to doing exactly as I say, how I say, and when I say.”
“And… if I don’t?”
Poe grabbed his throbbing cock at hearing the naughty challenge in her tone. She would test him. And divnities, she had better. He was counting on just that so he could practice the things that kept him awake hours through the night. Spanking. Tying her. Forcing her to so many… nasty things. “And if you don’t.” He caught her glittery eyes in the mirror. “Then of course you’ll have to learn obedience.”
“How?” she gasped lightly.
“That is not for you to know until it’s time. But don’t worry. The punishments will fit the plot.”
“The plot?”
He eyed the mirror at hearing humor in her words. “The game you’re playing when you disobey.”
“What if I disobey on accident?”
“I’m a just man, Contessant,” he said. “As I said, the punishment will fit. It will be either so very soft, or so very hard. But always of a necessity.”
“Poe,” she whispered, breathless.
Poe pulled into the driveway, parked and turned in his seat. He let his eyes slowly rove over her breasts. “You’re jutting them. To tempt me,” he observed his eyes lowering to her pussy. He spied her moving her hips in small circles. “More temptations,” he said.
“Are you tallying my offenses? Poe?”
He raised his gaze up to hers. “Twice you’ve not called me by the name I instructed. That’s four infractions already.”
She bit her lower lip then licked it. “Will my… punishments be soft? Or so very hard? What will you use, Rider?”
“You will soon know. Get dressed and go inside. Then I want you to go to the bedroom and lay face down on the bed. Naked.”
She didn’t know it, but Rider intended to learn as he trained her. Trained her to bow to his will. His every word. His every touch, look and tone. He would take ownership of her naughty body. It would learn to succumb very perfectly to him. He would dominate her so utterly that even her dark past would bow to him.
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Poe stood outside the bedroom door, steadying his mind and body. The work to control himself was turning out to be paramount to him riding the power when reversing the eight fold way from the realm of fiction. He felt he was fighting the might of all the universe when it came to resisting immediate and complete indulgence in all things Contessant. To ride that power and harness it was turning into one of the direst fights.
He cracked open the bedroom door and found she’d obeyed. Lying on the bed, face down. Her legs very open. Poe’s hot gaze locked on her succulent ass moving in small, slow thrusts. A fire bomb exploded in his cock at seeing what she was doing. Pleasuring herself against the bed. So very nasty. And naughty. Ready for his wicked punishments.
Four. He would give her four punishments. Two soft, and two hard. But he was quite sure the soft would be so very hard for him.
Poe entered and shut the door. Locking it. He’d ordered items online just yesterday. They were scheduled to arrive in two days. Tomorrow. Which meant he’d have to use other means and measures in her discipline.
She turned her head, laying it on the bed. The look of lust in her face rocked him. Divinities. What a foe she’d be to conquer. “Get on your knees in the bed, Contessant.”
She hesitated for a second and then did as he said. She knelt with her knees apart and Poe’s eyes roamed very slowly over her, ending on her breasts. She was thrusting them toward him. And her nipples… so thick and tight like his cock. She roamed her hands along her stomach, heading up.
“Hold your hands behind your back, Contessant.” He wanted to be in charge of her every movement.
She paused, her scorching gaze level on him before moving her arms behind her.
“Yes,” Poe said, staring at her tits reaching toward him in that position. “Very good, Contessant.”
He raised his gaze to hers and studied what he saw there. Tasted. The raw potency in her eyes made his cock jerk as he removed his dinner jacket and laid it on the bed. He began unbuttoning his shirt next. “Close your eyes Contessant,” he ordered.
She bit her lower lip and closed them, brows drawn in need.
“Are you ready for your punishments?”
“Yes, Rider,” she gasped.
“You will get two soft and two hard.”
“Yes,” she whispered, nodding.
Poe removed all his clothes and stood at the side of the bed. “Don’t open your eyes, Contessant,” he said, raising his index finger. He brushed the pad of it over a nipple, a mere whisper that stole her breath. “I want you to be very still. And very quiet. No sounds for you. Is it clear?” He played the story, scraping a nail over the tip when she didn’t respond. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she cried out weakly.
He pinched the same nipple and she bit her lip. “What do you call me, Contessant?”
“Rider,” she shot out with several breaths. “Yes, Rider.”
Her tits moved with her harsh breaths and Poe kept his fingers precisely where the tips brushed his index fingers. He watched her fighting the need to make all those naughty sounds, her brows drawing harder as her nipples brushed across his fingers. He knew from his diligent studies that her clit tingled and throbbed from the stimulation. Much like his cock.
He stopped his assault, eager for more, something new. Staring at her face, he decided he loved very much the way she left her lips parted, desire rushing in and out of her mouth in loud gasps.
“Keep your eyes closed and give me your right hand.” She gave her hand without hesitation, so very eager. He helped her stand. “Back on your knees, Contessant.”
He retained hold of her hand while she knelt before h
im.
“Open your knees. And your eyes.”
Her lids fluttered open and Poe’s muscles locked in response to the lust in her gaze, all thousand degrees aimed at his erection. Divinities. Poe wrapped his hand at the base of his erection and squeezed. “You’re going to suck my cock, Contessant. Exactly how I tell you.”
She nodded quickly. “Yes, Rider,” she barely whispered, gaze on the thick head he his cock.
“You will not suck until I say.” His voice strained as he touched her lower lip with the tip, spreading a drop of desire over it. “Look at me, Contessant,” he ordered when her eyes rolled shut. “I want you to look right at me while my cock adores every inch of your beautiful face.”
The heat of her breaths blasting on him brought his hiss. He circled her lips with his cock until they were shining. “So beautiful.” He moved the head along her face with the most sacred and intimate part of himself, adoring every inch. A face he loved more than anything in all the realms.
Remembering his punishments, as well as the things in the story, he slid his fingers in her hair, slowly along her scalp. “I’m giving you one of your hard punishments now,” he said.
Her breaths shot out with tiny whimpers.
“You’ll suck my cock.” His fingers slowly closed into a fist in her hair as he teased at her lips now with the throbbing head. “Start with licking it, Contessant. Lick the very tip. Make me burn.”
Poe angled his head, his eyes hard on the rapid flicks of her tongue against the slit of his cock. He recalled how the man spoke in the story. “Fuck, Contessant.”
The way her breath’s shot out said she liked that so very much.
“I want you to take your clit between your fingers,” he said in a near growl. “Suck the head between your lips, just your lips,” he instructed, bracing for the fire it would cause.
She took the tip of the head into her mouth and gave three hot pulls, the rough part of her tongue, stroking along the slit. He grit his teeth and hissed, tightening his fist in her hair. Her nostrils fluttered with her assault as did the tiny moans that sent fire into his balls. “So fucking naughty, Contessant,” he said, breathless. “Do you have your clit between your fingers?” By the harsh lines on her brows, she did.
“Do not squeeze it. Just hold it.” He pulled her head forward, sliding his cock slowly into her mouth. More heat spiked in his balls and forced his head back. Poe warred against the current taking him, clenching his eyes tight.
The moan she inflicted on his cock, the sharp press of her teeth, the wet sucking… divinities! He finally got control and brought his head forward to stroke her face then trace her lips. “So tight around my cock,” he said.
She made tiny noises that said she wanted something. Before he could worry if he were hurting her, she raked her nails over his balls.
“Contessant,” he hissed. She was openly disobeying. He thought of how to punish right as she began forcing his cock in and out of her mouth. “Contessant,” he grit, holding her head still. She gave a naughty groan and reached behind him, placing her splayed fingers over his ass then slid them down, touching all between the crack as she made her way to his balls.
Poe shuddered, holding her head, fighting the war in his body to make her suck, make her keep going and obeying him. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and reached for his neck tie only to have her attack him when he turned.
Her weight knocked him off balance and he fell on the bed with her where she wrestled to get her pussy on his cock.
Poe’s body fought him, his hands grabbing her hips to help just as his mind gave the directive to flip her on her stomach.
She gave a yelp as he covered her backside with his body, holding her tight to the bed. His mouth at her face, he stared at her naughty expression, blue eyes flashing with excitement.
He finally caught his breath. “You will pay for that,” he said, taking tight hold of the hair at the back of her head and lifted her face off the bed.
She gave a gasp that sounded like rapture, pushing her bottom into his groin. “Do it Rider,” she whispered. “Give me your hard punishment.”
Poe paused, considering. Wouldn’t that be doing what she wanted and not the other way around? Cunning Scribbler. He placed a delicate kiss on her temple and rolled off her and then the bed. Poe entered their bathroom and grabbed the robe, sliding it on as he headed to leave the bedroom.
“W-where are you going?” she called confused.
He paused at the door, angling his head so that he could see her in his peripheral vision. She knelt on the bed, her tits pressed together. He wanted to turn and stare at them that way but resisted. He reisted everything in fact. The need to give her what she begged but since she’d broken the rules to get it, well, they were both going to burn for it. “To plan meals,” he said, walking out.
Sexual ones. But she surely didn’t need to know that.
He shut the door even as she sputtered out shocked protests.
Poe smiled as he made his way to the kitchen. He’d cook her a midnight pancake. She liked his pancakes.
Schooled by the Rider
Charlotte huffed in anger as she slid into her own robe. He just left. She wanted to be pissed but had no grounds to be. He’d played his part perfectly. She was glad mad over it. And horny as hell still. So there would be no manipulating him into hurrying his punishments. Damn, this had cost her a desperately needed spanking. That’s all she wanted. To be on her hands and knees, spanked really good while his … God, very large … and delicious cock. She closed her eyes, remembering the feel of it filling her mouth. Her clit throbbed, seeing his muscles heaving, his head thrown back from the pleasure. She’d wanted to suck him so hard and good and that was where her downfall started.
So she wasn’t so good at being submissive in real life. Dammit. But what he was doing was tormenting, not the kind of pain she wanted. Guess that was his soft pain. She didn’t know and that was the other problem. She wanted to know what his hard pain was. It had better be actually hard. And making her halfway suck his cock was not hard enough.
She’d have to speak to him about this … hardness thing. He needed to understand what kind of pain she wanted. Not the tormenting kind.
She made her way to the kitchen. Her stomach lurched in lust at seeing him cooking at her stove. He’d put on a pair of black flannel pants. He wore nothing but sheer perfect muscles covered in a near milky white skin dancing with his cutlery skills.
“Making you pancakes,” he muttered without turning.
She sat on the stool, trying to think of a clever reply that amounted to fuck pancakes! And fuck me.
“That’s not necessary.”
“I know.” He finally glanced over his shoulder at her. “Would you like warm milk with that?”
She rolled her eyes. “Poe, really?”
“What?” he said, turning to his pancakes.
“You know what.”
“Spell it out Scribbler.”
“So I’m Scribbler now?”
“Right now, yes.”
She let out another huff. “This is not the kind of pain I want Poe.”
He turned with a platter of pancakes for five and set it on the snack bar. “We had a deal,” he said simply.
“Well I’d like to talk about that deal.”
He sat on the stool across from her. “Okay.”
“Well for one, I don’t like being teased.”
“I see that.”
“And part of this game should be about me getting what I like.”
“You want a Dom,” he said, loading his plate up. “That’s what I’m being.”
“What makes you think a Dom gets everything he wants, how he wants?” she laughed exasperated.
He eyed her while swirling the syrup bottle rapidly over his stack then set it down still staring at her. “Are you saying a Dom shouldn’t be in charge?”
“Yes, in charge but at the consideration of what his sub wants and needs.”
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sp; “But your stories say you want to be sexually dominated.”
“Right! Not punished with a year long tease,” she cried.
Her clit tingled with that smile tugging the corner of his full mouth. “Year long, Scribbler?”
“That’s what it feels like!”
He shoved a forkful of pancakes in his mouth and stared at her, chewing slowly. His tongue swept over his lower lip then upper.
“Oh my God, you’re still doing it.”
“Doing what?” he muttered, slowing his chomping.
“Teasing! Stop playing dumb, Rider!”
He fought a smile and lowered his head. “I’m just eating. Scribbler.”
Anger shot through her that he was still punishing her, and calling her Scribbler to rub it in. “Sure you are,” she cried. “Just casually eating pancakes while it should be my pussy you’re pouring syrup on and licking like that!”
He froze in mid chew and fire arched from his gaze right to her clit. He straightened a little and then slowly slid the plate to the side. “
Charlotte swallowed at the sudden invitation to put her ass where that plate had been.
“What are you waiting for … Contessant?”
Oh mercy. All her sass slowly fizzled out, replaced with breathless … something. Something very not sassy.
She eyed the slow tilt of his head, and the challenge was enough to stand her up. And that was it.
“Bring your pussy here,” he said, his eyes hard on hers. “Put it where my plate was.”
Right. Yes. She eyed the counter now. Just … put her pussy where his plate was.
She made her way over and he scooted his stool back, giving her plenty of room to put her pussy where his plate was. Because that was something she’d done not ever times in her life.
“Disrobe, Contessant,” he said, while she stood there before the mountain. Mount Pussy Where Plate Was.
Disrobe, her brain repeated three times before her body moved to do so. She let it fall to the floor, too concerned with that look on his face to do anything else. Eyes all over her breasts like the silver bristles of a metal brush, scraping over their hard tips.