by Jan Bowles
It was a full twenty minutes before the bedroom door slowly started to open. Emma took a deep breath, frightened to let it go. She could tell Zane had showered, too, because his hair was still damp. He wore a pair of black sweatpants and nothing else. His pectorals and washboard stomach were clearly defined by the subdued light as he moved further into the bedroom, and she couldn’t help but be impressed by his muscular upper body. Without speaking or making eye contact with her, he went over to a dresser and pulled open a drawer. Strong biceps and triceps flexed as he removed a set of steel handcuffs. His eyes glinted as they finally dominated her own. She shivered at the steely determination hidden in their depths, as he roughly pulled her wrists together. The cold metal handcuffs made a forbidding click as they locked in position.
He wasn’t smiling. He looked like a man with only one thought on his mind—her discipline. “Lie over the bolster at the end of the bed so your belly rests on it. I want your forearms placed on the mattress and your disobedient little ass high in the air. It’s time you realized what you’re dealing with here, lady.”
Feeling frightened, yet strangely excited, Emma immediately did as he commanded. Her butt lay tipped up for his inspection. She knew he would discipline her, but what form it would take she hadn’t a clue. The uncompromising mood he was in, she dare not ask.
Zane’s masculine hands skimmed over her thighs, and circled the globes of her butt. Without warning he roughly spread her legs wide, exposing her anus and pussy to his view. Feeling intensely vulnerable, she let out a whimper of apprehension.
“That’s right, my pet. You should be worried. There are two sides to everything. There’s a right way and a wrong way.” He deliberately moved around in front of her so she could see him. Emma thought she’d panic when he produced a large knife and a strange, woody object. She immediately recognized it. He held out the pale gnarled tuber. “Like I say, there is good and bad in everything. Take this gingerroot, for example. It can be very benign. The perfect ingredient for a meal, especially a Chinese meal.” He stretched out his arm and held the tuber closer for her inspection. “But, my pet, ginger can also be very powerful when used directly on the human body. Just like your Master himself, it can possess a pleasing personality, or a dark, brooding power. It’s time you witnessed the darker side of my character. I will use the ginger to demonstrate.”
“Sir, please, don’t, Sir.”
He stroked a hand through her hair and touched a finger to her lips. “Shhh, my pet.”
Using the fearsome-looking hunting knife, he slowly began whittling at the root. A frown furrowed her brow. She knew ginger was pretty potent stuff, especially fresh ginger. A cold, clammy feeling washed over her as realization dawned. Hadn’t she read about anal torture on the Internet? Had fresh ginger been used for that purpose?
“May I ask a question, Sir?”
“You may, my pet. You’re clearly an intelligent woman, and I suspect you have already worked out what the ginger is for.”
“Please don’t insert it in my anus, Sir. I’m begging you.”
“I’m afraid it’s too late to change my decision. As your Master I have already made up my mind. You need to understand what I’m capable of. I’ve been far too lenient with you.”
Feeling like a proper sub, she replied weakly, “Yes, Sir.” Even though she was fearful, the submissive personality within her loved his undivided attention. She recalled what Jessica had said earlier that evening. Their attention is focused solely on you. It makes me feel like I’m the most important woman in the whole wide world. It’s real exhilarating.
Those words held true with her. Zane made her feel like she was his only focus in life. She knew her pussy grew wet with desire. The whole evening had been one long foreplay session, and now here she lay, with her ass high in the air, waiting for God knows what to happen. When Sir moved behind her, she held her breath. Red, that’s my safeword. I can always use it if things get too bad. But I don’t want to disappoint Sir. I love him.
His fingers stroked over her butt. “Such a pretty ass. I shall enjoy claiming it as mine.” He leaned over her and whispered against her ear. “Personally, I’m not a great admirer of figging. I much prefer another use for this potent root.” He placed the carved piece of gingerroot on the mattress within her line of vision. “Everyone at Club Submission is impressed with your idea for a masquerade ball. So, as your Master is feeling benevolent, I shall refrain from using this piece of ginger as anal torture. However, your Master is still disappointed that you didn’t come to him first with your ingenious idea. You undermined me, and that is not acceptable to any Dom.” He sighed deeply. “I shall give you five strokes of the cane, which you will count out for me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I know it’s a favorite fantasy of yours. On the occasions you were called to the headmaster’s office to be disciplined, you wondered what it would feel like if he caned your bare ass. Unfortunately, the law prohibited him from disciplining you in such a barbaric way.” Zane strode to the dresser, and she watched breathlessly as he removed a long, thin, flexible cane. Powerful swishing noises assaulted her ears as he whipped it through the still air of the bedroom. Emma knew full well what he was doing. He’s trying to frighten and intimidate me. She closed her eyes and held her breath. This was going to sting. Now it was time to find out what her schoolgirl fantasy was like in reality.
A yelp left her lips when the first strike reddened her ass. The sharp sting was immediately followed by an intense burning sensation. “Count them out, my pet.”
“One, Sir.”
Another stinging blow followed, making tears form in her eyes. “Two, Sir.”
This was her fantasy, but it hurt like hell. Each time the cane painfully connected, it found a fresh part of her ass to redden. “Three, Sir, please, Sir, I—”
Emma buried her head deep into the mattress, biting the duvet, trying to stop herself from crying out. “It hurts, Sir. It hurts so much, Sir.” Another stinging blow reined down on her butt. “Four, Sir.” The combination of the pain and the swishing noise of the cane before it impacted with her bottom, turned her on.
As soon as the last one was delivered, and she’d said, “Five, Sir,” she felt his hands smooth over her burning butt cheeks.
“Your punishment is over, my pet. Now for the pleasure.” She saw him take the gingerroot from the mattress. “This will soon take your mind off the stinging.” Still stunned from the caning, she was vaguely aware as he trailed the peeled gingerroot through her pussy lips, before touching it against her clit.
At first she didn’t react. Then a warm glow began to spread, until she cried out with need. Her pussy felt as though it were on fire. She writhed over the bolster, twisting and turning, struggling to contain the powerful erotic urges that threatened to overwhelm her. She lost the battle, and profanity began spilling from her lips. “Oh, God, fuck me please, Sir. Do it. Don’t leave me like this. Fuck me, fuck me, please.”
“Mmm, I’ve never heard such cussing, especially from such an educated English lady. Where did you learn all those words?” Zane smoothed his hand over her butt, then teased his fingers down to her pussy lips. He skimmed a finger over her clit making her moan with frustration.
“Sir, Sir, I’m begging you. Stroke this slave’s pussy harder.” She lifted her butt, trying to get him to masturbate her. “I love you, Sir. I’ll do anything for you. Anything at all. Fuck me. I love you, Zane.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Zane knew the effect the raw gingerroot would have on Emma, but he hadn’t quite expected those words of love to drift from her lips. For a moment it knocked him for a loop, making him want to hold her in his arms and confess his feelings of love for her. But that was for later, for now, he wanted her to submit to his will.
With no time to lose, Zane raised the stakes. It was his duty as Emma’s Master to broaden her horizons. He teased a hand along her silky smooth legs, before attaching a buckled leather strap to eac
h knee. Spreading her wide, he secured her knees to the bedposts. The bolster under her belly lifted her ass high in the air.
A soft, submissive moan left Emma’s lips as she lay spread-eagled on the mattress.
“All is well, my pet,” he murmured, smoothing a hand up her quivering thigh, and skimming her pretty pussy lips. They lay open and pink for him. The effects of the gingerroot had made her highly aroused. Her cunt was moist, and he let his fingers slip into her feminine wetness. “Poor, baby, she’s so horny.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered, sucking in a breath as he teased a finger over her clit. “I need you, Sir. My pussy is throbbing.”
“Of course, my pet, but first we have to play a game.”
Even though her wrists were still restrained by a pair of steel handcuffs, Emma had managed to lift her upper body from the mattress. Her shoulders were raised and she supported her weight on her forearms. A delicious curve accentuated her feminine back, and rose enticingly to meet her perfect ass. “Sir, what game are we going to play?”
Zane took some lube from a drawer and squeezed a dollop onto his fingertips. He pressed a finger against her butt hole for dramatic effect. “The game is this, my pet. If you make a sound, even the slightest whimper, I get to fuck your cute little virgin ass.” To make his point, he slowly slid a finger inside her puckered hole, penetrating her to the first knuckle. He could tell she was experiencing a new sensation, because her whole body went rigid. Clearly, Emma’s repressed English upbringing still harbored this final taboo. Zane smiled. By the time he’d finished with her, it would be little more than a distant memory. With his finger still in her butt, he waggled the tip inside her. Emma took a sharp intake of breath, but didn’t make a sound. He chuckled. “You may speak, my pet, until I say otherwise. The game hasn’t started yet.”
“Sir, I have always been scared of anal sex. This slave would prefer to play some other game.”
Zane removed his finger and wiped the excess lube on a towel. He then began smoothing his hands over the luscious globes of her peachy butt. A beautiful, feminine ass such as Emma’s had been hard to resist. Yet resist it he had. Now it was time to claim what was rightfully his. “This is the only game in town, my pet. Keep silent for twenty minutes, and I won’t claim your ass as mine.”
As he kneaded her soft fleshy butt, he knew she would be weighing up the pros and cons. He could almost hear her thinking out loud. In the end a deep sigh left her lips. “Sir, I promise you I will not make a sound. I do not intend to lose this game.”
He saw the determination in her eyes. Deep down she knew he would win, but she was going to do her darndest to make him earn his victory. Zane playfully slapped her ass. He loved a challenge. “Then let battle commence, my pet.”
“Just one thing, Sir. Is there something I can bite down on, in order to keep silent?”
Zane smiled. Emma had her head screwed on. He strode across to the dresser and removed a leather gag. “I will permit you to bite down on this, my pet. Although you will need to spit it out when you finally submit to me.” Staring into his eyes, she bit down on the gag. “Are you comfortable with this?” he asked. She nodded her acceptance. “Then the challenge has begun.”
The curve of her rump did things to him no other part of a woman’s anatomy could. He slipped off his sweatpants and tossed them dismissively aside. Completely naked now, he placed a packet of condoms in her direct line of vision. He was letting her know he was in charge, and would have her ass come what may. Her baby blue eyes followed him around the room. He guessed she was wondering when he would take complete control of her body.
For theatrical effect, he couldn’t resist tossing a large vibrator onto the mattress, too. A shiver ran the length of her body as he drifted his fingers over her thighs. Then he gently slid a hand between her legs, and with the faintest of touches, caressed her pussy. “Mmm, you’re so wet, my pet.”
Her head dropped and her shoulders flexed as she fought the impulse to moan with pleasure.
Zane teased an index finger into her wet, feminine folds. Moving the moisture he found there, he circled it over her engorged clit. He began servicing her with two fingers, sliding them deep into her pussy, and then back over clit. It didn’t take him long to free her first orgasm. He delighted in the way Emma trembled uncontrollably as she bit down on the gag.
“Well done, my pet,” he praised. “Your resistance is impressive, yet ultimately futile. I will now raise the stakes.” He leaned forward and grabbed the vibrator. He switched it on and touched it against her clit. Within thirty seconds, another orgasm, stronger this time, escaped from her. It pulsed and fizzed, but still she refused to let a sound leave her lips. Zane was becoming increasingly impressed with Emma’s resilience.
He leaned over her and tenderly brushed a wayward blonde strand from her face. In her effort to contain all sound, tears streamed from her eyes. He loved getting this reaction from a sub. Emma fitted so well into his lifestyle. He needed her in his life. I love this woman.
Zane kissed her delicate shoulder, and slipped a hand under her heaving breast. He adored her soft, womanly flesh, and couldn’t resist teasing an aroused nipple between his finger and thumb. “Are you ready to give in?” he whispered against her ear.
When she fiercely shook her head, he loved her even more. “Such strength of character, an admirable trait. But make no mistake, my pet. You will lose this game. Now you leave me no alternative.”
Zane held the whirling tip of the vibrator to her clit, as he sunk three fingers deep inside her cunt. Touching the inside of the woman he loved more than life itself, felt highly erotic, especially when a sexy tight band of muscles gripped his fingers. “Mmm, baby, I love the way you do that.” He watched her beautiful face getting closer and closer to submission. “Oh that’s it, my pet, let it all out.” When yet another strong climax was forced from her body, Emma spat the gag from her mouth.
“Sir! Sir! I give in. You win. You win.”
Zane immediately tossed the vibrator aside then smoothed his hands over her gorgeous, creamy butt. “You lost the challenge, my pet. It was inevitable that you would. Your cute little ass now belongs to your Master.”
Her face was flushed and her breathing fast and ragged. Still recovering from her last climax, her whole body trembled and vibrated with need.
After applying fresh lube to his fingers, he touched one to her puckered hole. “Relax, my pet. Don’t fight me, and all will be well.” He speared one finger inside her butt, and immediately her whole body went rigid. “If you fight me, it will hurt. Just relax and trust me.”
Emma took a deep breath as he eased a finger inside her. Slowly her body began to relax. He guessed she found the sensation strangely erotic and arousing. “That’s better, my pet. Much better. Trust your Master, he knows what’s best for you.”
“Yes, Sir, I will, Sir.”
Using two, and then three fingers, Zane continued pleasuring her butt hole, stretching the sphincter muscles until he was sufficiently satisfied she was ready to receive him. He noted with satisfaction, that his cock stood achingly hard as he rolled a condom down its considerable length.
“Deep breath, baby. Relax…relax…just relax.”
As she took a deep, apprehensive breath, Zane pressed his aroused cock to her butt hole. “You have pleased your Master.” He enjoyed watching his cock slowly sink into her lubed ass, until it disappeared entirely. Fucking hell, she was deliciously tight. He possessively gripped her hips in an act of ownership, and began pumping inside her.
Her whole body lifted as he made the first outward stroke. “My slave is beginning to like this,” he teased.
“Yes, Sir, it feels very erotic, and—” She stopped speaking.
“Go on,” he urged.
“Forbidden, Sir. It feels like a forbidden pleasure. I feel I shouldn’t be enjoying it, but I am.”
“Excellent, my pet.” His words were breathy, and he felt a rivulet of sweat trickle down his forehead as h
e watched his impressive girth slide in and out of her anus.
Kneeling behind her, he smoothed his palms over her creamy ass cheeks before trailing them along the length of her flawless back. Her skin felt soft and warm as he stretched over her. He placed a hand either side of her arms and dipped down to plant a kiss between her shoulder blades. Maintaining the perfect rhythm, he pumped his cock deep inside her virgin ass, as he peppered tiny kisses to her neck. “You feel so good, baby, real good,” he whispered in her ear. “More than good, you’re fucking perfect.” With her head resting on one side, Zane smoothed his hand to her cheek and brushed away a stray hair. He looked into her soft blue eyes, finally realizing something he’d already known for a long time. Emma was the most important person in the world to him.
“I love you, baby.”
A deep sigh of contentment left her lips, and a teardrop slowly meandered down her cheek. “Please tell me this isn’t part of the game, Sir. Please tell me you’re not teasing, because I love you so, so much, too.”
He gently wiped the running teardrop from her face and sucked the salty moisture from his finger. “I’m not teasing you, baby. I’ve never been more serious in my life.” Zane kissed the cute freckles that dusted her perfect shoulder, and smiled against her skin. Fighting to control his rapid breathing, as he continued to pump inside her, he said, “Sometimes, when you meet someone, you just know they’re the right one for you. I felt that the moment we first met, Emma. You mean everything to me, baby. You’re something else.”
He smoothed a hand under her belly, caressing a finger over her clit. Each time he filled her butt, he teased a finger to her sensitive nub. Like music to his ears, whimpers of satisfaction began spilling from her lips.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me.” His softly spoken words finally sent her over the edge. A series of unstoppable spasms began building, before flowing relentlessly from her pussy. He could feel them in her anus, gripping his cock and teasing the seed from him. He made two more inward strokes, thrusting his length even deeper inside her ass with long, driving lunges that made his balls bang against her pussy lips. Emma’s screams of pleasure reached a crescendo, filling the room as she took what he gave. He gave it to her hard, and she loved it.