by Rebel Rose
“I’m inviting you to join me in my room tonight.”
That’s all she says before going back into her room, leaving the door open.
Well, fuck. Looks like she’s turning the tables on me tonight. And of course, her MO works. She knows that there’s not a chance in hell that I would turn down this opportunity.
She’s standing beside the kinky cabinet with the doors open. “What would you like tonight, Master?”
Never in a million years would I have imagined walking into her bedroom and hearing that question tonight. Not after the last four days. And I don’t know how to answer because I want it all.
I reach inside to the top shelf and take out a harmless toy. “I would like you to wear this collar and leash.”
She comes to me and turns, lifting her hair, allowing me to place the black leather collar with O ring around her neck and secure the buckle. She turns around and my cock twitches when I see her wearing it. And I can’t resist wrapping the leash around my hand and pulling her in to kiss her mouth.
There’s no passion in her kiss. It’s like pressing my lips to an empty body.
“What else would you like?”
I remove my next choice from the cabinet. “The nipple clamps.”
She unlaces the top of her corset and her tits fall out of the top. “Would you like to apply them, Master?”
Fuck yes. “I would very much love to apply them.”
I adjust them so the pressure will be minimal. We’ll need to build up to more pressure.
She winces when I close the first clamp and tighten it. “Too much?”
She shakes her head. “It hurts, but I can take it.”
The sadist inside me loves hearing her say that it hurts, but it’s not enough for him. I tighten the clamp until she cries out. “Ohhh… Tris… tan.”
I could correct her, remind her that she’s to call me Master in the bedroom, but I actually like hearing her say my name right now.
I apply the other clamp around her hard bud, and she closes her eyes, sucking air in through the tight O that her lips form. The sight of her delicate nipples clamped and hurting turns me on in a way that most people would find disturbing.
“Ohh… fuck, Tristan. That hurts.”
Her face is tense, and I know that she’s telling the truth, that her sensitive nipples are likely in agony from the vicious bite of the toy. Just the way that I want them.
Cupping the undersides of her breasts with my hands, I squeeze them lightly, molding the soft flesh with my fingers. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Master.”
She jerks when the movement of my hands pulls on the chain between her nipples. “Sure you can take the pain, my sweet bebelle?”
She nods slowly. “What else do you want from me tonight?” Her words come out in a ragged whisper.
Damn. I like this one-eighty in Emma Lia.
I remove a paddle because I want to punish the fuck out of her for avoiding me these last four days. “This. Because I’m dying to spank your ass for what you’ve done to me this week.”
There’s a small tug at each corner of her mouth. “Why did you not choose the butt plug?”
I wasn’t aware that it was a choice. “The butt plug?”
She reaches into the cabinet and takes out the blue jewel. “Why did you not choose this?”
“Because you told me no anal. You were very adamant about it, and I don’t feel like now is the right time to push it after the week that we’ve had.”
“How badly do you want to fuck my virgin asshole?”
She knows how much I want it. I’ve been telling her for weeks. “Right now, I can think of nothing that I want more.”
“What would you say if I told you that I was willing to give it to you?”
Is she serious? Because this isn’t something that you joke about. “I would ask what you’re up to.”
“I want my debt to be paid off as soon as possible. And I want to use my anal virginity as a bargaining chip.”
She has my attention. “I’m listening.”
“Your cock gets to fuck my virgin asshole… in exchange for twenty keys.”
“Twenty?” A two with a zero behind it? Did I hear her correctly?
“No fucking way. That’s twenty percent of the keys gone in one night. Actually more than that since you’re down to eighty-seven. It’s too many. I can’t risk it.”
She places the plug back in the cabinet. “What if I had nothing to prepare me? You get straight-up, non-stretched anal. One hundred percent tight virginal bum fun.”
Fuck. It’s like I’m an addict and she’s offering me one of the best hits of my life. How does one resist when he has zero willpower to say no?
I’m shaking because I want this so badly. “You know that I want it. Badly. But we have to negotiate that number.”
“Make me an offer.”
“Five.”
She laughs. “We both know that it’s worth far more than that.”
She isn’t wrong, but I can’t give in and offer more than the minimum she’s willing to take. “What kind of number do you have in your head?”
“I’ve already told you. I want twenty keys.”
“That’s too high, bebelle. You have to negotiate with me.”
“Actually, I don’t have to negotiate with you at all.”
“I want it, but I won’t give you twenty.” I could lose her tonight if I agree to twenty. The odds are just too much in her favor. As much as I want my cock inside that tight hole, I can’t take that kind of risk.
She comes to me and takes my hand, turning it over and placing the leash inside my palm. “You want it, but I also know that you don’t just simply want it so you can get off. You want to fuck it hard and see me cry because you’re stretching me so wide.”
The Dom inside of me wraps the leash around my hand, and uses it to pull her close to me, face-to-face with my mouth touching hers. “When I take your ass for the first time, you will cry, bebelle. Real tears. Because I won’t take it gently. I won’t care that it’s your first time.”
“Do it, Tristan,” she whispers. “Fuck me until I cry.”
Fuck! Does this woman realize that she’s toying with one of my deepest, darkest desires where she’s concerned?
Of course, she does. That’s why she’s doing this—offering me what I want most in the world so she can pull those twenty keys.
And leave me.
My cock is throbbing behind my boxer briefs and sleep pants, and I have this intense desperation inside that begs me to say to hell with the consequences. Tears and a tight hole, two of my favorite things. I should take what she’s offering. The proposition might not come around again.
But twenty out of the remaining eighty-seven keys? That’s almost a twenty-three percent chance of pulling the right one. She has an almost one-in-four chance of clearing her debt and leaving me tonight.
How lucky do I feel?
I’m a gambling man, and I fucking love winning when the odds are stacked against me.
“I’m going to tear your ass up, and then after you pull those twenty keys and none of them work, I’m going to tear it up again while you’re bent over my desk, crying and begging for mercy.”
Her lips curl around her teeth as she tries to contain her happiness. She really thinks that she has just earned her freedom. “You’re only partially right, Tristan. You may tear up my ass once, but then that padlock is going to pop open, and I’m going to walk out of this house. I’m never going to see you again after tonight.”
Those words feel like a harsh slap across my face.
“We’ll see, bebelle.”
I glide my hand down her satin-and-lace corset and cup my hand over the soft exposed lips between her legs. I push a finger through the center and this time find that her pussy is soaking wet, causing my cock to throb for her. My little submissive is aroused, and the struggle to keep my hunger for her under control is nearly too much to take.
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p; I touch her engorged clit, and she bites her bottom lip as she softly moans and adjusts her hips forward, a silent plea for me to give her more. “You like that, don’t you?”
The tip of her tongue comes out, flicking between her naturally peachy-pink lips. “I do.”
I cease the movement of my fingers and she whimpers, clear indication that my torture is having an effect on her. “Oh please.”
“Please what?” I prod, coaxing her to plead.
“Please don’t stop.”
Emma Lia hasn’t been treating me as her Dom lately, but she’s going to now. “Beg me for it, bebelle. And tell me what you don’t want me to stop.”
“Please touch me.” She tilts her hips upward, causing my fingertips to drag over her clit. But we’re not playing that game. I want to play something entirely different. Every sensation that she feels, I want it to be so intense that it makes her forget the pain she feels when I push my cock into her ass.
I move my hand, depriving her of my touch altogether. “What is it that you want me to touch?”
Her throat bobs when she swallows. “My clit.”
“You know that those two barely whispered words aren’t going to cut it with your Dom.”
She clears her throat. “Please rub my clit, Master,” she says louder.
“Tell me again and this time say my name.”
“Please rub my clit, Tristan. Please.”
“All right, baby.” I touch her again, pushing my fingers into her slick folds to stimulate that sensitive bundle of nerves with light, even strokes. “Like that?”
“Yesss, just like that.” Her breathing becomes faster. “God, Tristan. No one makes me feel like you do. No… one.”
I use the leash to pull her closer. “You can’t come, bebelle.”
“Please don’t say that. I’m almost there.”
“I said that you can’t come, and I meant it.” I take my hand away. “I want you on the bed.”
She walks to the bed and crawls onto it on her all fours. “No. On your back.”
I walk toward her while she moves into position. A sharp gasp escapes her mouth when I grab her ankles and yank her across the bed until her ass is on the edge. After placing her feet on the bedrails, I push her knees apart. Lifting her head from the bed, she looks at me kneeling between her legs. “You’ve deprived my mouth of your pussy for days. I’m in withdrawal, and I need a taste before I can go any further.”
Her head falls back against the mattress when I flatten my tongue and lick her in one long upward sweep. Her pussy is drenched, but I allow saliva to drip out of my mouth so it can run down her crack and be used as extra lubrication when I move on to her other hole.
She lifts her hips from the bed in a rhythmic, rocking motion and pushes her fingers into my hair, tugging hard when I insert my fingers and pump them in and out while I suck her clit.
“Ohhh, Tristan. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed your mouth on me.”
I’ve learned Emma Lia’s body and how it reacts to my touch. She’ll come very soon if I continue. And I have other plans for that orgasm.
I stop licking her pussy and move my fingers from my non-dominant hand through the slick moisture before moving them to that puckered hole. I rub it slowly in a circular motion, and her body instantly tenses, the hole clenching tightly. “Relax, bebelle. I’m only touching you right now.”
She breathes in through her nose and blows the breath out through pursed lips.
“I’m going to push one finger inside now. It’ll feel strange and new, but it won’t hurt if you relax.”
“All right.”
She clenches her muscle around my finger. Instinct, I’m sure. “Relax, baby. Let the muscle go lax.”
The tight squeeze around my finger releases, and I advance it farther. “That’s my good girl. Keep relaxing.”
I thrust the one finger in and out slowly, and her body gradually begins to rock with the motion of my hand. And I bet that she doesn’t even realize it. “You’re doing so good, baby. I’m going to give you two now.”
A second finger enters and it’s the same reaction. Tense. Relax. Except this time, she does it without being prompted.
I repeat the same procedure, thrusting in and out slowly. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she whispers, as though she might be ashamed for liking something so dirty and taboo.
“I knew that you’d like it.”
As much as I want to continue playing with her, I can no longer wait to fuck that ass.
I remove my fingers and adjust her placement on the edge of the bed; she did quite a bit of squirming while I was eating her pussy.
I reach for the bottle of lube I got out of the kinky cabinet and push her legs back. She begins to tremble when she registers what’s coming next, and it’s in this moment that I really realize how scared she is. And her fear turns me on even more.
I slap her ass and dig my fingers into her flesh. “Fuck, I’ve wanted my cock inside your ass since that very first time that I saw you in my casino. I’ve waited for months, and now it’s finally going to happen.”
I squirt the lubrication directly on the small puckered opening between her ass cheeks, right below her already glistening pussy.
She whimpers when I position the tip of my cock at the entrance of her tight little asshole. “Oh God. This is going to hurt.”
Her fear and hesitation please me in the most twisted way, but it also shows me how much work I have ahead of me in molding her into my perfect submissive.
I rub the head of my cock through the lube on her ass, coating it in the slickness for an easier entrance. I’d love to shove my cock into her right now and hear her sharp intake of air, but I don’t want to make this a bad experience for her. I need her to want to do this again.
I position the head of my cock at her entrance for penetration. “Relax.”
“I’m trying, Tristan.”
I push lightly, and her body accepts the first inch of my cock, but then I hit a wall. A sharp exhale leaves her mouth. “Ohhh… fuck. That already hurts.”
“Bear down a little.”
“What?”
“Bear down like you’re trying to push me out.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“Trust me. It’ll make it feel better.”
Emma Lia takes several deep breaths, and then I feel her sphincter open when she follows my instructions. I waste no time rocking in and out, advancing my cock gradually until I’m sheathed entirely, ignoring her attempts to squirm away.
Her ass is so tight around my cock that I’m shaking from the effort it’s taking to control myself. “You feel so fucking good.” My voice is gruff and thick with lust.
“It’s burning… oh God… I can’t… Tristan, please… you’re stretching me too much.”
“Stay with me, bebelle. I promise that I’m going to make you feel good, but it’s going to take a little work.”
I go still, my cock all the way in her ass. My hand pets her pussy, spreading her juices all over her soft folds. My fingers lightly rub her clit in a circular motion, and it isn’t long before she’s breathing deeply and rocking her hips against my hand.
I pull my cock back slowly and advance again, a shiver running down my spine because the pleasure is so intense, and this time she doesn’t protest. Explosive pleasure shoots through my balls as her ass squeezes my dick. I withdraw from her halfway and plunge back in, savoring the feel of her body’s compression around me.
She cries out when I drive into her, the sound a mix of sobs and gasping as I fall into a rough, rhythmic pace. And that’s when I look at her and see the tears. The real kind. The kind that I love. But I’m torn inside. I have an intense desire to hurt her and protect her at the same time.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She breathes in deeply. “No. Maybe you could just go slower?”
Leaning forward, I press a soft kiss to her lips. I then brace myself over her with one hand
and we’re face-to-face with barely any space between us. “All right, baby.”
I slowly knead the top of her wet slit and thrust into her with care. Her moans take on a different sound—pleasure and ecstasy instead of pain.
My orgasm approaches with sudden intensity, my spine tingling as my balls constrict. I stave off the orgasm for as long as I can, hoping that she’ll catch up with me, and then her ass contracts around my cock. Her muscles spasm rhythmically around my cock, and she cries out beneath me. And I realize that she’s coming.
“Oh God, Tristan… I’m coming.”
I hear her tell me that she’s coming, and it triggers my orgasm like a bomb. It’s a jolt of intense pleasure surging through my body as jets of cum spurt into her deepest, darkest depths, leaving me astonished and breathless from the power behind my release.
I carefully pull out of her, and she lies there limp and boneless. I release both nipple clamps and she doesn’t react—until blood rushes back to the assaulted buds. A moan leaves her mouth, and tears well up in her eyes as her hands go to her breasts, holding pressure over them. Small sobs shake the delicate frame of her body.
I was too aggressive. I should have gone easier on her; she wasn’t ready to go that far.
I move to sit on the bed and pull my girl onto my lap. My arms wrap around her body, and I rock back and forth gently and sweetly as though she’s a child that I’m trying to console. And I’m thrilled when she buries her face against my shoulder and sobs. Why? Because I know that it means she craves consolation from the one who hurt her. More proof that she is accepting her place as my submissive.
“We’re not done, and fate knows it. You won’t pull that key tonight.”
“I know.”
My dark soul rejoices, drinking in her acceptance of our relationship. Her submission may not be given in the traditional manner, but it is mine. And I hope that it’s enough if I’m the one who loses when she pulls those keys tonight.
28
Emma Lia Grant
Twenty keys—and not a one of them opens that heart-shaped padlock. Tristan wins again. Luck remains on his side, and that thrills the fuck out of him.
He grins and drops the final key into a box with the others that didn’t open the padlock. “Will you stay with me tonight?”