“Stay down, pet. Keep that lovely ass in the air so I can plug it.”
Prue stilled completely as she felt the blunt tip of the plug press against her anus, Cyrus’s hand spreading her cheeks apart. Her cunt had dripped more of her juices down to her dark hole, and Cyrus’s insertion of the plug into her pussy had ensured it was more than wet enough to be pushed into her ass.
“What a pretty sight, seeing your asshole swallow the plug.” Cyrus pressed the plug into Prue’s ass, making her moan as she fought to press back against him. “I can’t wait until it’s my cock your asshole is swallowing.”
Prue clenched at Cyrus’s words, imagining his big cock invading her most private opening, and she groaned as the squeeze of the muscles in her anus caused her asshole to tighten around the plug, igniting a ferocious burn that sizzled up the walls of her rectum.
“That’s my sweet pet.” Cyrus’s voice had taken on a harder edge, and it made Prue clench again to hear how cold he sounded. “That’s it, pet, tighten your ass around the plug. That’ll give you the burn you love so much.”
Prue felt herself relax at Cyrus’s words. This man knew her so well, and they’d only known one another for such a brief time. She trusted him with her body, and she knew he would give her what she needed. She fluttered the muscles of her ass around the plug, the press and release of the tight ring of her anus alternately allowing Cyrus to ease the plug in and forcing him to press, making the delightful burn stop and start.
They were both panting by the time Cyrus had settled the plug deep in her rectum, Prue whimpering softly as she continued to caress the plug with her internal muscles. Cyrus rubbed both hands over her bottom cheeks, flicking the end of the plug before standing tall once more.
“I’m glad you like squeezing the plug, pet.” Cyrus tugged on the rope, making Prue rise to her knees once more. “You’re going to have to squeeze to keep it inside.” With that, Cyrus pulled the rope so that Prue’s arms were once again suspended from the ring in the ceiling, and this time he tied the rope, securing it so that she couldn’t move. Cyrus left her line of sight once more, making Prue groan as the plug shifted in her ass as she moved to try and see where he’d gone.
“Do you know why I’m going to punish you, pet?” Cyrus returned to stand in front of Prue, and her eyes widened as they locked onto what he was holding.
Rather than a paddle or cane—or any other implement I’ve ever seen—Cyrus held a flogger with at least a dozen long tassels. What Prue thought was odd about the flogger was that the tassels were all made of different materials. Some of them were long and springy, as if made of rubber, and others were made of faux fur. The rubber tassels were tipped with small black beads.
“Yes, Sir,” Prue whispered, clearing her throat before continuing. “You’re going to punish me because I showered without you this morning, and because I went to the dance studio by myself.”
Cyrus cupped Prue’s chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “And?” His eyes were stern.
“And because I touched myself in your office.”
“No, not because you touched yourself. Because you tried to steal an orgasm.”
Prue nodded. “Yes, Sir, because I tried to steal an orgasm.”
Cyrus backed up. “How many do you think you deserve?” He tapped the flogger against the palm of one hand, and Prue found herself entranced.
“Ten, Sir?” Prue asked hopefully.
Cyrus grinned, the gesture malicious in the extreme. “That’s a good beginning, pet. Ten for showering alone and then leaving, and let’s say another ten for trying to steal an orgasm.”
Prue gulped. Twenty? Damn but that’s a high number.
Cyrus walked around Prue, stopping behind her and dragging the flogger over her shoulders, making goose bumps break out on her skin. “You’ll count for me, pet. And if you lose count, I’ll start over.”
Without a moment’s delay, Cyrus cracked the flogger over Prue’s ass.
“One!” she cried, wiggling slightly as the strangest sensations bloomed on her skin. The rubber tassels of the flogger, beaded at the tips, licked like flames across her skin while the furred tassels tickled like crazy. The combined pain and ticklish sensation had Prue moaning.
Cyrus struck again, this time on Prue’s other ass cheek.
“Two,” she whimpered, the combination of the soft and hard tassels more pronounced this time. She clenched hard on the plug in her ass as she tried to relieve the alternate sting and tickle of the flogger, the burn in her anus adding another layer to the riot of sensation coursing through her system.
“Ah, I believe you’ve discovered why this is punishment,” Cyrus noted, “and why punishment can be so delicious.”
In a move Prue didn’t expect, Cyrus whirled to stand in front of her, bringing the flogger down in a series of blows across her back, under her arm, and against her sensitive side. Here the furry floggers were more deadly than the stinging ones since Prue’s sides were super ticklish. She squirmed, remembering at the last moment to count out the blows, and she found herself panting as the muscles of her ass burned against the plug.
Prue screamed the count as Cyrus flogged her breasts, delivering lash after lash across the tender flesh, changing his aim to catch the ultrasensitive undersides, the hardened buds of her nipples, and the outsides of her breasts, making them jiggle.
“Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen,” Prue gasped, writhing as she absorbed the fiery, ticklish pleasure forced upon her. “Please, do it again.” The plea was out before she could stifle it, and Prue bit her lip and looked at the floor.
Cyrus paused in his lashing. “You like having your tits whipped.”
Prue felt her face flame. It was dark and dirty and sounded so bad, but it was true. She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Cyrus dragged the tassels of the flogger over Prue’s breasts. “Did you know that before you came to me, pet?”
Prue shook her head. “No, Sir.”
Cyrus delivered a hard lash to Prue’s right breast, followed by one to her left after she’d gasped out the count. “I’ll have to remember that for future, pet.”
Knowing they were into the home stretch, Prue began trembling. She was in an agony of need, the flogging igniting a fire deep within her and doing nothing to relieve it. She was dying for Cyrus to run his hands over her body to assuage the tickle she still felt, and she wanted him to soothe the pink marks the beaded tassels had left on her skin. Her body was so confused, punished and pleasured all at once, and she felt like she was about to combust from not knowing what to feel.
Cyrus lashed out once more, and Prue screamed out the last four in the count as he mercilessly flogged her inner thighs, never once touching her pussy.
The lashes on her thighs made her clench even harder on the plug stuffed in her ass, and she burst into tears as the sensations overwhelmed her. She was dimly aware of Cyrus untying her, briskly massaging her arms before gathering her into his arms and walking with her to the bed in the playroom. She sobbed as he set her down, arranging himself against the head before tugging her onto his lap and pulling a blanket around her. She quieted by degrees as he stroked and petted her, running his hands lightly all over her body, keeping her cradled against his big chest.
Prue hiccupped. “I’m sorry, Cyrus.”
Cyrus tightened his hold on her. “Why are you sorry, Prue?”
Prue smiled up at him sadly. “I doubt the women you’re used to behave like this.”
Cyrus frowned at her. “First of all, you’re my sub right now, so there are no other women I’m used to. Secondly, what the hell are you talking about? Behave like what?”
“I thought I knew about being a sub.” Prue twisted the blanket in her hands. “I’ve never been through anything like this, and I’m confused and a little scared.”
Cyrus kissed Prue gently on her forehead, making her feel oddly cherished. “Did you like what I did? Be honest.”
Prue gulped. “I loved it.”
; “I don’t think you know how submissive you are, Prue. I’m honored that I’m the Dom who gets to show you.” Cyrus gently disentangled the blanket from where Prue had twisted it. “You’re confused because I woke something up inside you that you didn’t know was there, and you’re trying to make sense of it.”
Prue looked at Cyrus, confused. “I don’t get it.”
“The line between pleasure and pain is a fine one, and you like to blur it.” Cyrus cupped Prue’s chin, forcing her to look at him when she would have looked away. “Your body craves something your mind tells you is wrong, and it’s hard to make them meet in the middle.”
Prue looked at Cyrus in wonder. “Seriously? That’s what this is?”
Cyrus smiled coolly, making Prue aware of her pussy once more. “Nice girls don’t like having their asses stretched and plugged. Nice girls don’t suck the cocks of men they don’t know and swallow their cum. And nice girls don’t like having their tits flogged.”
Prue felt her body warm as she considered what Cyrus said. She’d loved all those things when she’d done them with him, and she felt the truth in everything he was saying. Maybe being nice was overrated. Maybe, for once in her life, for the next few weeks, she could be submissive instead of nice. She liked the sound of that.
“Sir?”
Cyrus responded instantly to the respectful address. “Yes, pet?”
“Do nice girls like being fucked while their asses are plugged? Because I don’t think I want to be nice.”
Cyrus smiled a slow, cold smile that ignited the fire in Prue’s core once more. “Before we decide how nice you are, pet, I need to know something. You didn’t safeword, but I need to know if you’re okay to continue. We’re not finished with your punishment yet, and I don’t work backward.” Cyrus paused, looking searchingly at Prue. “Do you want to continue?”
Prue smiled shyly. “I’m not thinking about ballet, Sir.”
Cyrus’s smile cooled further. “Excellent. Then in that case, on your knees, sub.”
Prue clambered out of Cyrus’s lap, kneeling down on the bed and resting her weight on her hands in front of her.
Cyrus tapped the end of the plug still nestled in Prue’s ass, making her gasp as the fire was reignited deep in her rectum. “I’m waiting on an apology, pet.”
Prue moaned as he tugged the end of the plug, rotating it in her ass. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Sorry for what?” Cyrus’s tone was only mildly curious as he played with the plug.
Prue breathed deep. “I’m sorry for showering by myself and leaving without waking you, and I’m very, very sorry I tried to steal an orgasm in your office.”
Cyrus patted Prue’s ass. “Good girl. And are you going to do any of those things again?”
Prue shook her head. “No, Sir.”
Cyrus leaned over Prue’s back, cupping her breasts from underneath and letting her feel his heavy erection nudge between her legs. “Then all is forgiven. But I won’t forget, pet, and if you do it again, you’ll be in such trouble I’ll punish you all night.”
Prue shivered. “Yes, Sir.” She paused a moment. “Sir?”
“What is it, pet?” Cyrus’s fingers had started to pinch at Prue’s nipples, and it was all she could do to focus on what she wanted to ask.
“May I call you Cyrus?”
There was a pause before he answered, his fingers stilling a moment before continuing to pinch and stroke Prue’s hard buds. “It’s part of the contract, pet. When we play together and have sex, you’re welcome to call me by my name.”
Prue sighed in pleasure. “Thank you, Cyrus.”
Chapter 16
Cyrus was reeling. He’d always loved the sweet trust of a pretty sub when he played with her and pushed her limits, but this was something altogether different. He’d felt like a god as Prue had come apart in his arms, gifting him with her sweet honesty and her amazing ability to accept herself and him. Cyrus was startled to realize he felt as safe with her as she did with him. He knew that even though they’d just started playing together, he wouldn’t have to shy away from his really dirty tendencies, and that if he led her down dark paths, she wouldn’t just accompany him, rather she’d hold his hand and skip beside him. She was just as eager to explore her limits and push them, and Cyrus wasn’t entirely comfortable with the depth of his response to her. It was his job to stay in control, particularly for her sake since this was new to her, and he’d come dangerously close to losing his control as he watched how beautifully she’d taken to his domination.
Looking at her now was a perfect example, and Cyrus was sorely pressed to move slowly. On her hands and knees, she was bowed down before him, the shadowed cleft of her ass still glistening with moisture as the base of the plug peeked out at him from between her dainty cheeks. He reached forward and tugged the end of the plug experimentally, loving the way Prue groaned as her anus gripped the plug, reluctant to release it. The rosette of her ass, stretched as it was around the plug, made his mouth water as he saw the clinging, shiny pink skin of her rectum peek out at him beyond the tight grip of her anus before he released the plug and it slipped back in. He was looking very, very forward to feeling that grip on his cock.
Cyrus felt his eyes narrow in satisfaction. She was loving his domination, even if it frightened her, and he was enough of a sadist to admit he enjoyed her fear. So why was he trying to move slowly? He could read his sweet pet well enough now to know if something was proving to be too much for her.
He smoothed a hand over her lower back, steadying her and pushing her forward just a little, while with his other hand he surreptitiously guided the head of his cock, now sheathed in a condom, to hover just outside the puffy pink lips of her pussy. He paused for a moment, giving her a second to wonder what was happening, and then he plunged forward into the tight grip of Prue’s cunt. She squealed, her hands fighting to push her body back against him as the force of his thrust threatened to knock her flat onto her chest.
Cyrus grunted, loving the way her tight pussy immediately started the fluttery massage that fisted his dick. He could feel her clenching on him, the spasms heralding her impending orgasm. Cyrus marveled again that he’d found a sub who came when all he did was stick it in her, but he wasn’t about to let her get off so easy this time. Just when he felt Prue’s body begin to tense with her impending release, he pressed his hand harder into her back to keep her where he wanted her and pulled his dick out to the rim of her cunt.
Prue went wild beneath him, screaming out her frustration that he hadn’t let her come. Cyrus smiled to himself. She might be starting to come to terms with how submissive she was, but she wasn’t letting go of the brat, and he liked that. He wanted a sweet sub who did as she was told, but he also enjoyed forcing a woman to her knees, bending her to his will rather than having her roll over every time.
Cyrus reached forward with both hands now, holding Prue’s hips in a punishing grip that would leave marks if she didn’t settle down. He slammed the full length of his cock back into her juicy cunt, enjoying Prue’s throaty moan as his momentum caused his balls to swing upward at the end of the thrust, brushing her little clit. He repeated the motion six, seven more times, pounding into her harder with each pass. Again he could feel Prue’s body starting to gather in her need to climax, and he made a note to himself to work on her ability to hold off an orgasm. For now, he blew her orgasm back in on itself, preventing her from coming by simply pulling his dick out of her cunt.
He came free of her body, and his cock immediately protested, rebelling against the cold air and demanding to be fucked right back into the slippery heat making it so happy, but Cyrus resisted. Prue whimpered, her body writhing in his grip as she thrust blindly backward, trying to find the cock that would fill her up again. Rather than preventing her backward thrusts, Cyrus waited for her to thrust back, then took hold of the base of the plug still lodged in her ass. He didn’t twirl it, didn’t pluck at it, didn’t do anything beyond holding it between his fing
ers, so that when she writhed forward, still mimicking the action of sex, the plug came halfway out of her ass. When she thrust backward, squealing, Cyrus fucked the plug right back into her asshole, alternately pushing and pulling it to ream her luscious ass in the same motion he’d used to fuck her pussy.
Prue howled. Cyrus couldn’t look away from where he fucked her ass with the plug, and he pushed and pulled even harder as she began thrusting forward and back in earnest. She was a natural when it came to anal play, and Cyrus’s dick throbbed as he thought about taking her dark cherry.
On Prue’s next backward thrust. Cyrus fisted his dick, lining it up with Prue’s dripping slit and sliding it straight into her throbbing heat as she thrust back against the plug. She screamed again as the dual penetration registered, and she stilled completely as Cyrus watched her adjust to the sensation of being double stuffed. He slid one hand from Prue’s hip to between her shoulder blades, pressing down until she whimpered and flattened her back, resting her cheek and shoulders against the mattress but leaving her pussy and ass in the air, spread wide by the plug and Cyrus’s dick. She drew deep, shuddering breaths, and Cyrus was sure her ass was milking the plug the same way her pussy milked his cock.
Happy to be buried back in her cunt, Cyrus’s dick demanded he move. Cyrus pulled the butt plug out as he thrust deeper in her pussy, then reversed the motion, fucking the plug back into her ass as he pulled his cock back out to the entrance to Prue’s slippery hole. He slammed his cock in as he pulled the plug out to the tip, leaving Prue’s asshole gaping, then pressed hard on the plug as he withdrew his cock. He continued like that for what seemed like an eternity as Prue’s whimpers and moans turned to cries and squeals, and when he felt her fucking back against both plug and cock, he drilled both into her together, invading her holes and treating himself to the super tight grip of her cunt as the plug rubbed his cock from behind the veil separating her channels.
“Is your ass milking the plug, pet?” Cyrus interjected with dirty words, wanting to see if his sub liked filthy talk as much as he did.
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