by Linnea May
Well, she’s not entirely wrong about that. I reach into my other pocket, revealing a little diamond plug. She looks at with bewildered fascination and curiosity.
“Is that…?”
I step closer, placing my index finger on her lips to stop her from speaking, replacing it with my lips a moment later. She moans when I claim her with a kiss, responding to me like she should, her body squirming against mine with need. I reach around, tracing along the small of her back, before traveling beneath her sexy dress. She was asked to wear nothing but stockings underneath, and she obeyed her orders. I don’t even have to tell her to spread her legs for me. She does it all on her own, greedily leaning into my touch, as I part her lips to fondle the wetness between them.
“Fuck, Ruby,” I breathe between our kisses. “So wet for me, what a good pet you are.”
She smiles, moaning as I trace the tip of the plug along her wet lips, gently pushing the tip inside her, before retreating, gathering up more of her juices as I allow my fingers to trail along her core. This is not meant for her pussy.
She gasps when I grab her ass with the other hand, spreading her cheeks apart while teasing her tight hole with the dampened tip of the plug.
“That’s right,” I breathe. “This will spread your tight little ass for me.”
She sighs heartily when I force the plug inside, smoothly pushing until it sits securely. I tap on it a few times, testing her reaction to it. Ruby is panting in my arms, while she accommodates the feeling of the plug stretching her. Her dainty hands crawl into the fabric of my suit, pulling us even closer together.
“Do you like it?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes,” she replies breathlessly. “Yes, Master.”
Chapter 37
Liana
This is both the most agonizing and most wonderful dinner I’ve ever had in my life. We’re sitting opposite one another and dining on a spread of light tapas, each dish so exquisite that I relish every single bite. Cured olives, lucques, an assortment of steamed vegetables each with its own surprisingly characteristic taste, and a small selection of undoubtedly expensive cheeses, topped off with a bottle of exquisite red wine that tastes divine and probably costs more than my apartment’s monthly rent.
I’ve never been wined and dined like this, never been treated to such a lavish dinner, and definitely never while wearing a diamond anal plug. It’s such an intriguing sensation that I can‘t calm down. I’m so pleasantly agitated that it’s a struggle for me to concentrate on the food and wine.
“You look tense,” he teases me, as he has often does.
I reach for my crystal wine glass, casting him a sassy smile as I take another sip.
“I’m fine,” I say. “Thank you for this wonderful dinner.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he says. “You like getting your ass spread, too, don’t you?”
The suddenness with which he poses an unexpected question like this gets me every time.
“I do,” I say, blushing and shying away from his gaze.
“Describe how it feels to me,” he says.
I ignore his command, instead keeping myself occupied with another bite of the steamed and spiced vegetables. I never knew that a simple piece of cauliflower could taste this good.
“Pet,” he admonishes. “Describe it to me.”
My eyes meet his, my heart jumping under his warning gaze. His deep-searching demeanor reaches a part of me that has never been touched before, and I can’t help but respond to it in the way I do.
“I’m not good at describing things,” I tell him, afraid of embarrassing myself.
“You’ll have to learn how then,” he says. “Go ahead, describe the feeling to me.”
Oh, for God’s sake. Why this? I’ve never been a fan of dirty talk, mainly because I suck at it and feel like an idiot every time I try. It’s so much easier for me to follow other commands, like getting on my knees, posing for him, sucking on his exquisitely exciting cock.
“I’m more of a doer than a talker,” I reply, winking at him across the table.
I was hoping this remark would steer him in another direction, to one I’m more comfortable with, maybe asking me to show him something or do something instead of making me say things.
But he’s doesn’t move on.
“Describe it to me,” he repeats, emphasizing every syllable.
I roll my eyes at him, something I know he hates. It works like a charm if I want to get his attention in a certain way.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” he wants to know, leaning back in his chair with his hand resting on the table, impatiently tapping with his fingers.
“Maybe,” I reply in an intentionally sassy tone.
“You know what I think of that,” he says. “I give you a collar, wine and dine you like a perfect gentleman, and you roll your eyes at me when I ask you to do one simple thing?”
I smirk at him. His tone is changing, and so is the expression on his face. The candlelight is dancing in his hazel eyes, giving life to a spark that exists there.
“It’s not a simple thing,” I say. “It’s silly. I don’t like talking about it.”
I’ve never teased him like this, and I love the way his expression changes from moment to moment, waiting for me to retreat, trying to follow his order because I’m too scared of the consequences.
But I’m not scared. Not tonight.
I’m both horny and curious to see what he will do if I keep going on like this. I know this is not serious enough of an offense for me to end up in the attic, but it will hurt. It’s been too long since I’ve felt those harshly placed and deliberate stings on my skin. I crave them more than I knew possible.
“Watch it, my pet,” he warns one more time. “You’re walking on thin ice.”
I hesitate for a moment, trying to come up with something else I could do to get what I want. But I’ve never been a very creative person.
“Uh oh, thin ice,” I mock, rolling my eyes again. “What, oh, what, could that mean?”
I wince when he jumps up from his chair. A mixture of delicious fear and lust shoots through my body when he circles the table to approach me, grabbing my upper arm and pulling me up on my feet.
He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around my body, one hand traveling under my dress. He applies pressure on the toy inserted in my ass, causing me to gasp. His face is so close to mine that we’re almost kissing.
“So that’s how you want to play tonight?” he asks in a hoarse whisper. “You want a real inauguration?”
My eyes are locked on his, reciprocating the fierceness with which he looks at me.
“I want pain,” I tell him. “Show me how far it can go.”
His eyes flicker with understanding, a dark warning fleeting through them that makes my heart jump.
I yelp out in surprise when he lifts me up as if I weigh nothing, turning around and marching out of the kitchen while carrying me over his shoulder like prey.
“Let’s hope you don’t regret this.”
Chapter 38
Liana
I know that things will be serious this time when he brings me up to the dark play room next to my bedroom.
He turns to me, scanning me from head to toe.
“That dress looks lovely on you,” he says, and just when I want to thank him for the compliment, he steps forward and pulls it down off my shoulder and draws down the zipper in one swift motion. The dress falls down to puddle around my feet, leaving me almost naked. I’m wearing nothing but the stockings and a black garter belt underneath, and he stares at me hungrily with his approving gaze.
“This looks even better,” he says, stepping forward to pull me in for a kiss. I know he can’t resist the desire to touch me when I’m standing this exposed in front of him. I’m not surprised to feel his hand slip between my legs, urging me to spread them apart. I moan through our kiss when he slides his thick fingers along m
y damp entrance, humming with approval as he’s met with my dripping warm juices.
“So excited already,” he breathes after he breaks our kiss. “Get on there.”
He gestures toward the black leather bench that looks like a pommel horse. “Knees here, wrists over there.”
I follow his instructions and place myself on the horse as requested. He repositions me a little, so that my core is exposed on the edge, while I support myself on my knees and wrists. He fastens the shackles around my wrists first, making sure that they fit securely, but not too tight by wiggling them, and then he does the same around my knees.
“What do you think will happen now?” he asks. He‘s now standing at my back, his eyes resting on me as he watches me adjust to the bench.
“A spanking?” I ask, hope radiating in my voice.
He chuckles and walks over to the cabinet. My eyes follow him, as he opens the glass door.
“You say that as if you’re looking forward to it,” he says. “Remember, this is a punishment.”
“I am looking forward to it,” I tell him.
He doesn’t go for a whip or a flogger this time, both utensils I’m familiar with. I know what the pain of leather strings cutting into the flesh on your behind feels like. But I don’t know how it feels to be hit with a paddle, which is what he takes from the cabinet. It’s about as large as both of his hands put together and made of wood.
He sees my eyes widening in anxious fascination, as he walks back to the bench, approaching me with a dark promise in his smile.
“Read this for me,” he says as he holds the paddle up to my face.
A smile plays around the corners of my mouth when I see what’s written on the wooden paddle in mirrored text.
“Pet,” I read out loud.
“Good girl,” he praises me, tracing the paddle along my spine as he moves to the back of the bench.
“It’s time for you to learn your place,” he says, gently caressing my left ass cheek with the paddle as he speaks. “This will be written all over your perfect ass when I’m done with you. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Master,” I breathe, shivering with anticipation when he lifts the paddle up, only to move it over to my right side and stroke it along the curve of my other cheek.
“But you know what?” he says. “It’s not going to be easy to leave an imprint. It’ll take a while - and a lot of force. It will hurt, my pet. But that’s what you asked for, right?”
I close my eyes in shame. Admitting to my wishes is still the hardest part of all of this.
“Yes, Master,” I utter.
He lifts the paddle again, and I tense up to prepare myself for the first strike. But it doesn’t come. For moments that seem to stretch into eternity, he just lets me wait, trembling with expectation, my breathing accelerating with each passing second.
When the first blow finally does come, it doesn’t feel nearly as bad as I anticipated. He hits my left cheek, then my right, both with strong, but endurable slaps.
“That’s not going to leave a mark, Master,” I cautiously remark.
I hear him huff behind me.
“Impatient, are we?” he says, before unleashing two more beats on my skin. Each of them is stronger than the ones before, the pain now spreading through my behind in a ferocious wave.
He lets the paddle fly down on my ass again and again, each whack gaining in strength. I bite my lip, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of crying out in anguish, until I can no longer withhold them. He delivers each blow, never hitting the same spot twice, thus distributing the pain equally over my tortured ass without ever hitting the jewel plug.
“Do you think that was enough?” he asks eventually, interrupting the violent onslaught to my skin.
Tears of agony are running down my cheeks, but I shake my head. “No, Master. I don’t think it was.”
I can take more, I know it, and I want to prove it to him and to myself.
“Good girl,” he says. “Let me make sure you’ll remember who you belong to.”
The next impact robs me of my breath, even forbidding me to utter a shriek of pain. The pain is so intense that it blinds me for a split second, leaving me overwhelmed almost to unconsciousness by a feverish vertigo.
He investigates the spot he just hit for a moment, deciding that it was not enough, and this time he hits the exact same spot. The pain is mind-numbing, crippling my senses as it consumes my body.
“Beautiful,” I hear his voice from afar.
Sweat is running down the small of my back and at the side of my temples, and I‘m panting erratically as I process the crippling and burning after-pain.
But he’s not done with me.
“That was one,” he announces. “But my adorable pet still has room on her other ass cheek, doesn’t she?”
He moves the paddle along the sore skin on my unmarked side and repeats the same routine of maneuvers, leaving two heavy blows on the same spot until he’s happy with the result.
I’m weeping involuntarily, shaken by violent sobs, and he finally puts the paddle aside.
“You brought this on yourself, my pet,” he tells me, as he caresses the burning skin of my behind. “What do you say?”
“Thank you,” I breathe, choking up under my tears. “Thank you, Master.”
“Good girl,” he replies, moving behind me to fetch something else from a drawer that’s out of my line of vision. “But don’t thank me yet, we’re not done.”
For a moment, I fear that he might continue spanking me with another tool, but it seems he has other things on his mind. He places something at my entrance, pressing it against my clit before I hear a clicking sound and then erupt in a frenzied convulsion, as I’m hit with the strongest vibrations I’ve ever felt on my pussy.
“Too much for you?” he asks, over the sound of the vibrator.
I let out a range of unintelligible groans, but manage to nod my head yes.
“Well, too bad, because I’m not going to stop,” he says, applying even more pressure on my sensitive nub.
I emit a chorus of agonizing and pleasurable moans, trying to evade the vibrations to no avail, as I’m tightly secured in place. I can hear the ripping of tape when he affixes the vibrator in place with duct tape, making sure that it won’t move, before he comes around to my front, meeting my dazed gaze as he leans forward.
“Today, I want you to count something else,” he says. “Today, I want you to come as often as you please. And I want you to tell me every time it happens. Do you understand?”
It almost strikes me as funny that I can feel the first waves of an impending climax just as he poses his demand, and I find myself rolling my eyes back into my head when I give him the response he seeks.
“Yes, Master,” I utter, just before the first surge of rapture hits me, shaking my muscles uncontrollably as I ride on the waves of pleasure, prolonged by the continuing vibrations forced on my clit.
“One!” I exclaim, unsure if my release is still ongoing or already evolving into a second swell of euphoria.
“Good girl,” he praises me, petting my head before he straightens up and unbuckles his belt in front of my face. His impressive erection springs free when he pulls down his pants, and I instinctively open my mouth, so he can drive himself down my throat.
This is not a simple blow job, as I’m robbed of any control. He fucks my mouth with fierce and wild abandon, and all I can do is keep my teeth from hurting him. I choke on his rod, temporarily distracted from the vibrations still pulsating on my center.
“Next, I want you to come on my cock,” he announces, and withdraws his length from my mouth, a line of saliva stretching between us as he moves away and repositions himself behind me.
A pained groan escapes me when he stretches me with his girth, while cupping my tortured ass cheeks. With the jewel plug still in place, his cock feels even more massive inside of me. He adds a new level of agitation to my del
iriously tormented center with his cock ramming in and out of me in rhythm with the vibrating toy. I’ve never felt this completely and utterly at somebody’s mercy before. I can’t move, I can’t object, all I can do is ride on the ebbing and flowing waves of pleasure as they hit me again and again, over and over, nonstop.
“Two!” I yelp as another orgasm pummels my body. I erupt in violent tremors as he continues to fuck me deeply and harshly, his pelvis jamming against my bruised ass with every abrasive thrust.
This climax turns into the longest I’ve ever had. I’m moaning through my euphoric high, when I can feel his fingers venture somewhere else. I groan loudly when he reaches for the jewel plug, pulling it out while he continues to fuck me. He puts it aside and massages my tight hole, carefully stretching me with his thumb, while he continues to fuck my pussy.
“This is next,” he lets me know, his voice drowned out by the noise of the vibrator. “I’m going to stretch your ass today, my pet.”
I gasp, instantly tensing up, because I’ve never done that before. I’ve never had a cock buried inside my ass, let alone someone of his size. Then again, I asked for pain, didn’t I?
I groan in disappointment when he pulls his cock out of my pussy, leaving me empty and in frantic need for more, seeking balance for the toy playing havoc on my overly sensitive clit. Even after coming twice within such a short time, I still don’t feel the relaxed satisfaction that usually follows peaking like this.
His tip teases the entrance of my hole, begging the question how on Earth he’s supposed to fit in there. I shriek in agony when he forces himself inside, spreading my tight pucker with his massive girth, moving forward inch by painful inch, the burning sensation intensifying as he breaches the tight ring of muscles.
“Relax, my pet,” I hear him say. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.”
And just as he finishes his sentence, I reach the tipping point between pain and pleasure. His invasion no longer hurts as badly as it did in the beginning. Instead, I’m flushed with a new kind of agitation, my skin glowing with heat and my heart racing, as I pant through the process of accommodating his massive size inside my ass.