by L. DuBois
“Spread your legs. Good. Now watch me touch your pussy.”
Charlie obediently opened her eyes, watched his hand slide down to her pussy, his fingers disappearing between the pale lips of her sex. She danced up on her toes when he circled her clit. Without thinking she reached up and back, digging her fingers into his soft hair.
“You need a spanking, Charlie.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Mm, good, you’re back into that sweet subspace. I like you this way. Obedient. Compliant.” He released her, then put a hand on her upper back, applying pressure. Like the good little submissive she was, she bent at the waist and grabbed the edge of the sink counter.
Master Green positioned himself to her left and raised his right hand.
Smack.
She went up on her toes. This really was a punishment spanking. He’d smacked her hard, and low on her ass, in the supersensitive sit spot.
“Count, Charlie.
“One.”
Smack.
“Two.”
“But I must confess.” Smack.
“Three.” Ouch, that one really hurt.
“That I also enjoy the bouncy, bratty Charlie.” Smack.
She yelped and shivered. “F-four.”
The next five landed in rapid succession, Charlie whimpering and gasping as she was punished, counting each spank as it landed on her pink backside.
He rubbed his palm over her smarting ass. “Does your bottom hurt, Charlie?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Smack.
“Ten,” she bit out. Thank the lord that’s over.
“Now, how about a few more just for fun?”
Charlie yelped and leapt up. She turned to face him at the same time she reached back to cover her ass with her hands. Master Green was grinning. She’d seen him smile in the mirror, and knew, with a submissive’s instinct, that it was okay to be playful.
She retreated a half step. He matched her movement, still grinning.
“I can think of some other things that would be more fun,” she said hopefully. Another half step back.
He stalked her. “I’ve never had a sub I could read as clearly as I read you.”
“Is that a…good thing?”
“It is. A very good thing. When you’re feeling sassy you call me Sir, or Master Green. When you’re in subspace you call me Master. You did it last week, and again just now.”
“That’s very interesting, Sir.” Charlie stopped and blinked. “Oh, you’re right. I didn’t even think about it.”
Master Green took advantage of her distraction and yanked her to him. He held her with one arm, and with the opposite hand smacked her already-red ass.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch!” she yelped, wiggling against him. But it hadn’t really hurt. Well, it had, but these were more pleasure than pain. Her butt was warm and relaxed after the spanking.
“You’re going to grab a condom from the box on the counter. You’re going to put it on my cock. Then you’re going to bend over, spread your cheeks, and beg me to fuck your ass.”
Arousal roared through her body and she dropped her forehead to his shoulder, moaning.
His arm dropped from her waist. Charlie raised her chin. “Master Green?”
“Yes?”
“Can I undress you?”
He raised a brow. “Why?”
“I like looking at you naked.”
He clearly hadn’t expected that. His gaze searched her face and then he nodded.
Charlie bit her lip and got to work. She undid buttons, buckles, and zippers. She pushed the fabric off his shoulders, and worked his pants and underwear down, carefully sliding his fully erect cock free. She untied his wingtips and pulled off his socks, until he stood gloriously naked before her. Charlie was on her knees after having taken off his socks. She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows, pursing her lips.
He reached out and pushed her chin down, opening her mouth.
Charlie braced her hands on his thighs and did her best to take his monster cock in her mouth. She gagged when he hit the back of her throat, but she liked the restless, needy way his fingers skimmed her cheeks and hair. She was at it for no more than a minute before he eased from her mouth.
“I need to be inside you. Condom. Bend. Spread.”
Charlie scrambled to her feet. She tore open the condom and rolled it onto his cock with trembling fingers. When it was on she looked at him. His eyes glittered with savage hunger.
Hunger for her.
Charlie whipped around to face the mirror, then bent over. Reaching back she spread the cheeks of her ass, exposing herself to him.
“Beg.”
“Please, Sir. Please fuck my ass.”
Lube dribbled over her. “More.”
“I need you to fuck me. I need to have your really very large cock deep inside me.” Charlie licked her lips as his fingers trailed over her anus. “I need you to use me. I want to ache for days because you fucked me so hard.”
“More.”
“I need your cock in me. I need you to fuck my ass. I need it to hurt.” Charlie was trembling, her own words driving her deep into hazy subspace. “I need you to fuck my ass and make me come.”
She raised her head, looking at him in the mirror. He loomed behind her, color darkening his cheeks, his jaw clenched. One hand was wrapped around his cock while the other worked lube into her.
“And then I need you to do it again and again until I forget what it feels like not to have you deep in my body.”
His lip pulled up in a snarl as he positioned his cock and thrust in. Charlie screamed as the fat head of his cock penetrated her in one burst. She released her ass cheeks and reached forward to brace herself on the counter.
Charlie squeezed her eyes tight as he pressed in, stretching and filling her. She’d never had something as big as Master Green’s cock in her ass.
It hurt.
It felt good.
His fingers flexed on her hips and he pushed her away from him. Rather than moving his hips, he pushed and pulled her. Once she figured out the rhythm, Charlie helped, pushing against the vanity, fucking herself back on his thick cock. It felt good—him filling her, using her.
Not good enough for her to come from it, but good.
“Grab that vibrator,” Master Green barked.
Charlie looked up to see a small device on the counter. It looked like a tube of lip-gloss. She grabbed it and clicked the button on one end. The other end came to a smooth, rounded tip.
“Reach down with one hand and place the tip of the vibrator, just the tip, against your clit hood. Only the hood.”
The small vibe slid smoothly between her labia, resting at the very top of her pussy and finding her clit. Charlie let her head drop. With the additional stimulation of the vibrator she couldn’t focus enough to match his rhythm, so she abandoned herself to the moment, letting him control everything.
Her skin felt raw, every nerve ending sensitive. The gentle buzz of the vibrator on her clit hood. His fingers on her hips. Her breasts bouncing and swaying. The brush of air on her nipples. Each was a small drop falling into a bucket that was already close to full.
He sped up, and she watched in the mirror as he closed his eyes and a grimace contorted his face. Then he slammed into her, hard, and his face smoothed out. He tipped his head back, mouth opening as he groaned, his cheeks mottled with color.
There was something powerful about watching him come—it was his moment of weakness and vulnerability. She’d done that to him, made him look that way.
He leaned into her, driving her forward a half step. His cock slid partway out of her ass. A shiver shook him. His eyes opened and he looked down at the place where his cock disappeared into her.
“Do you still have the vibe on your clit hood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Turn it off.”
“Off?”
“Yes, I’ve
changed my mind.”
Charlie turned off the vibe. The vibrator wouldn’t give her the kind of orgasm she was sure she was about to get. She was now close enough to the counter that once she set the vibe down she was able to prop her elbow on it. She propped her chin on her fist and looked at him in the mirror.
“Change your mind about what, Master?”
Master Green continued lazily fucking her ass, sliding in and out as his cock softened. There was something surreal, naughty, and sexy about having a conversation while her Master casually fucked her ass.
“About how many items we’re going to work on this weekend.”
“Oh?” Charlie tensed a bit. What was left on their list? Exhibitionism. That wouldn’t be great, but wouldn’t be bad. She trusted him. Plus, she wouldn’t care if people were watching if they were in the middle of a scene that included her getting to come.
“Yes. The rest of this weekend will be ass play.” He pulled out. She stayed in position as he removed the condom and threw it away. She felt like her ass was gaping open, though she knew that wasn’t the case.
He rinsed his hands briefly then stroked her butt, parting the cheeks to check her anus. He nodded, clearly satisfied with what his using her had wrought.
“Ass play, and…” He reached under her and found her clit. Charlie danced up on her toes as he stroked her clit.
She was so ready. “Master, may I come?”
“No!” He barked the word, pulled his hand from her pussy, and smacked her ass.
Charlie yelped in surprise. She met his gaze in the mirror and her stomach sank.
Aram grinned, again looking almost boyish, except now the smile was full of evil pleasure. “Edging. For the next twenty-four hours I’m going to keep you on the edge of orgasm.” He bent to whisper in her ear. “And if you’re a very good girl, I might let you come tomorrow. Might.”
Charlie whimpered.
Chapter Eight
“Knees wider. Wider. Very good, pet. Lovely.”
Charlie moaned as Master Green pulled on the rope, lifting her arms higher above her head, stretching her. He wound the rope around a tie-off mounted to a post on the headboard. She’d been excited when he ordered her onto the bed. Less excited when he’d bound her with the heavily padded suspension cuffs, and hooked the D rings on each cuff to the chain dangling from the wooden crossbeams that supported the canopy.
She dropped her head forward slightly so her ears weren’t smashed by her upper arms. Her knees were spread and planted on the firm mattress, her pussy and ass vulnerable, her breasts lifted and totally exposed by the position of her arms.
He picked up a soft-looking flogger. The tails were purple velvet. It wasn’t really a flogger then, more of a tickler.
Yet when he snapped it against her breasts Charlie yelped. Not in real pain, but because her whole body was so ready, so on edge, that even the slightest touch was intense.
“Nine more, pet.”
“Thank you, Master. Should I count?” Even to her own ears the words were soft and dreamy. They seem to come from far away.
“No, Charlotte.” Whump. He struck her again. “I may choose to do more. I may choose to do fewer. You focus on submitting. Breathe and accept my control of your body.” Whump.
She wasn’t sure how long the flogging lasted, but her nipples were warm and aching, her breasts heavy with need and throbbing slightly, when he stopped.
Master Green lay back on the bed and slid under her, his face beneath her pussy.
“Please, Master. Please, please, please,” she chanted.
His hands curled around her thighs and he lifted his head, pressing a gentle kiss to her mound. Even that made her shiver.
“Charlotte.”
“Yes, Master?”
“You’re not to come.”
A sob escaped her. “But I need it.”
“No, you want it. What you need is to obey.” He massaged the inside of her thighs, staying away from her pussy.
Arousal warred with submission, and she couldn’t speak, couldn’t articulate her internal battle.
His fingers slid between the cheeks of her ass, which were clenched to keep her legs in position. “Relax,” he ordered.
One slippery finger entered her, and then the finger was gone and the first of a string of anal bead was pushed into her ass. Charlie sucked in a breath as her still-sore anus was stretched.
A second bead joined the first. Then a third.
As the fourth entered her, he kissed her labia, tasted her wetness, being careful to avoid her clit and the entrance to her body. Even as he filled her ass, she felt achingly empty. She wanted, needed, him in her pussy.
A fifth bead entered her and he scraped his teeth over her clit.
“Master, may I come?” She had to fight back the orgasm in order to ask for permission. It was right there. All she needed were the words.
“No.”
Charlie screamed in frustration. Master Green jerked the anal beads, pulling two out in rapid succession. The forcible expansion and contraction of her anus made her yelp and moan in turn. More slowly he pulled the next two out, leaving one in her.
He licked and kissed her pussy. She couldn’t hold still anymore and tried to move her pussy against his face, to brush her clit against his nose or chin.
“Stop.” He pinched her labia, then slid out from under her. Kneeling behind her on the bed, Master Green forced the anal beads back into her, then climbed down and picked up the soft flogger.
“This time, count.”
Whump.
“Edge,” she gasped.
“Stop.” Master Green’s glass clinked against the wood table as he set it down.
Charlie let out a sob of frustration when the strokes to her clit stopped. The sub who’d been toying with Charlie’s pussy and clit sat back. Charlie couldn’t see the other woman move—her bondage was too tight for that—but she felt the loss of the other sub’s body heat.
Charlie wanted to turn and look at Master Green. To glare at him, and demand he fuck her—for god’s sake, fuck her—but she couldn’t move.
He’d bound her on her hands and knees to a low, padded ottoman. Her wrists were wrapped in cuffs, the cuffs connected to chains bolted into the legs of the ottoman. Rope wrapped each thigh and looped under the ottoman, holding her securely.
He’d taken his time with the rope, occasionally leaned in to kiss or lick her pussy as he worked the intricate twists and knots. Just enough to keep her on edge.
Always on edge.
And once more her ass was full, this time with an anal hook. It looked like a large, thick fishing hook, but instead of a point, it ended in a fat stainless steel ball. He worked that into her ass, then settled the hook in place, until it was snug against her body.
Just to prove how diabolical he could be, he’d wound rope around her ponytail, used it to tug her head up until she was looking at the far wall. Then he’d laced the end of the rope through the eye at the top of the anal hook.
If she tried to drop her head she pulled on the anal hook. The way he’d walked around her, casually examining his handiwork as he took sips of his drink, had made her wild with arousal.
She felt owned, and she liked it.
Then he’d thrown open the door to their playroom, grabbed the first available submissive, and settled down to watch the show he was directing.
Charlie had hummed happily when Master Green ordered the other woman to eat her pussy. A good pussy eating was exactly what she’d needed. The perfect end to many long hours of edging.
But then he’d ordered her to say “edge” every time she was close. And every time she said it, he stopped all stimulation.
She was going insane. She’d be stark raving mad by the time this was over.
He stroked her cheek and the extended line of her neck.
“Master, please,” she begged. “I can’t take it anymore.” She turned her head as much as she could, feeling even that slight movement in the hoo
k buried in her ass. She was able to see his trim waist and the bulge in his pants, but not his face.
“You can. And you will.” He bent and kissed her, hard and brief. “Again,” he commanded the sub behind her.
Gentle fingers stroked her labia, sliding over her wet folds and then rubbing the valley of her pussy, coming close to but not touching her clit.
“I’ll give you something else to focus on,” he purred.
Then his cock was pressing against her lips. Charlie greedily sucked him in. She needed something inside her. The hook wasn’t enough. She needed him, but knew there was no hope of getting what she really wanted—his cock buried in her pussy.
She’d take him in her mouth instead. The angle of her neck and the bondage meant she couldn’t take him very deep. Master Green must have realized that, because he stopped with just a few inches in. Her mouth was spread wide around his girth. Charlie did her best to lick the underside, to suck on his cock head. He stroked her cheek in reward for her efforts.
She looked up at him, his cock in her mouth.
His eyes narrowed. “Mine. You’re mine, Charlotte.”
Yes. Yes, Master.
Only for the game. She couldn’t forget that.
He withdrew his cock from her mouth and stepped back. His gaze lifted from her to the sub at her pussy. “Go get clamps and two small weights. I want them on her labia.”
Charlie shivered.
“Fight it, Charlotte. Good girl.”
Charlotte couldn’t stop the tears that spilled down her cheeks when she closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she fought the orgasm.
Master Green’s fingers pushed a small remote-controlled egg into her sex. It was the first time all day she’d been penetrated vaginally, and if he hadn’t ordered her not to, she would have come from just that simple penetration.
“Lovely. You’re lovely.”
“Please.” The word came out as a sob, and then she started crying in earnest.
Master Green gently closed her spread legs and sat beside her on the bed, gathering her into his arms. Charlie’s arms were bound in front of her from wrist to elbow, the rope work lovely. She couldn’t admire it. Not right now. It was late, probably past midnight, and he’d kept her on edge all day.