by Jo Raven
“Wow. That’s very, very bad, Shayna. The worst. Being a filthy voyeur, probably fingering yourself to climax while you watch, is unacceptable behavior.”
“I know. I know it’s bad, okay? That’s mostly why I went to the club. I feel so ashamed. But I’m curious to know more about … everything. I hate being too clueless, too pure, too naive.”
“Fear not. I’m gonna bitch slap that damn purity of yours, turn it upside down, and have you begging me for the raunchiest things, like a good shot of my load on your tongue.”
“Yeah, not happening.” I didn’t know how to feel about that. I wanted to experience more, way more, but I didn’t want to lose myself in the process. But I did have a craving to go at him and his glorious stuff. I wanted to know if I was any good, and if not, learn how to do it better. “But, thanks for taking the time to train me, Sir.”
His fingers tickled me, swirling and eventually skimming into the elastic at my waist. I shivered as he peeled in a slow descent, gliding nylon down to rest at my thighs. He kneaded my bare cheeks. “You need to hurt to feel better. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Sir. Perfectly. I need and want to be punished. By you.” A chill tore down my back.
“Even if you cry your eyes out or beg me to stop, this won’t be over ’til I feel you’ve had enough discipline to overcome your guilt. I swear, I won’t ever be brutal. You good with that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I don’t want those hands getting in the way. Put your arms together at the small of your back, one above the other.”
Planting my cheek to the bed, I quaked as I complied.
He bound my lower arms together with a silk band and laced X’s up to my shoulders. I was stuck at his mercy in under sixty seconds. His gentleness, that would soon be overthrown, had me dripping onto the pillow and that did not bypass his notice. I wiggled and sighed when he traced my gulf up and down. He picked up juice on the way to my tailbone. After his fifth climb, he yanked my hair, jerking my head up. “So naughty. Suck off your slime, brat.”
I admit, I loved the hair pulls. And the orders. I tried to be sensual as I sucked him clean.
Once satisfied, he released my hair and launched his palm into my presented bottom. Not expecting such a sharp blow to kick this off, I yelped. He knocked his power back, delivering softer smacks all over my bare bum but in rapid succession. I bit my lip and held my breath when he grew more firm and steady, crashing his flesh into mine to paint on pink. I felt soaked inside. He said I shouldn’t find be turned on, but, as he continued peppering me, I couldn’t help it. The spreading warmth made me drip and tingle.
“You’ve been bad, Shayna, and deserve every bit of this. You’ve been raunchy, bratty, dishonest, and untrustworthy.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” My butt was soon stinging, and we were just getting started.
He stopped to caress and knead my tender cheeks for a couple of minutes. “You need to pay up and really hurt to feel better.”
“I know. I need, I need … aaahhh. Please hit me harder, Sir. I’m ready.”
Oh, he laid into me harder all right.
When he resumed, I shrilled at every fourth or fifth blow. For the next sixty seconds or so, I couldn’t catch my breath.
He stopped and rubbed me. “Mmm. Sweet blush, Sunshine. Your skin feels and looks so hot.” He nibbled his way down my neck, bound arms, tender mounds. He knelt between my trembling calves, and his biting increased near my crack. I shrilled from the clash of pleasure and pain. “Hairbrush next. Your ass looks lovely in cupcake pink and on crude display for the punishment you need and so richly deserve. I can see how … flooded with desire you are. I should spank you more for yearning for fuckery right now. What’d I tell you about punishment spankings?”
“That, um, that they shouldn’t arouse me.”
“That’s right. But you’re aroused now, aren’t you, honey?”
“Sooo much. Sorry.” I shuddered, feeling so slutty for having no control over my lust.
“It’s okay. I’ll fix it and make this ... less pleasant.”
I heard rustling as he stood and could feel his gaze bearing down on me. He started bopping my backside with a wooded brush. Slaps cracked through the room, and I quickly became a sobbing mess. Tears streamed and my cries sounded ugly and serrated. I kicked my legs to expel some of the burn and clocked him in the calf.
“Do I have to tie your legs too?”
“No, Sir. Please don’t.”
“Stay still.” He continued on, but he wasn’t brutal. It was fair and right. I needed it to shift from something arousing to something that felt like punishment. I bit my lip as useless cries of protest teemed behind my clenched teeth. The holding sting was perfectly awful.
A slipper met my bottom next, covering huge sections of my cheeks and thighs. Robust whaps filled the room. It sounded a lot worse than it was, but my bottom was already burning from the brush, so all I could do was bawl my eyes out and take the rest of my spanking like a big girl. I wanted to feel absolved and this was the only way to get there. And I did break through and shuddered in relief. I braced myself for another hit, but it didn’t come. His arm swung back, but he stopped at nine. We were both good with that. I fell from the sky and landed on cotton tufts and sobbed in the whooshing feel of redemption. He delivered light pats with the sole.
I drifted down to only sniffling and involuntary shudders. I became wispy dandelion seed. He swept the messy strands of hair off my face, wiped my tears and kissed my cheek. “Good girl. You took your punishment so well. Feel better now, Petling?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you so much for giving me what I needed.”
My well-spanked bottom received a soothing massage with a vanilla-scented cream. I inhaled the yumminess, smiling. He rubbed down my back, butt and thighs and put arnica cream on my side bruise, then unbound my arms, pulled me over the heap and climbed into bed with me. He covered my breasts up again, resetting my spaghetti straps on my shoulders. Jason continued the intimate spa treatment and delicately caressed everything, even my earlobes, fingers and toes. I drifted away into a whimsical calmness, so I lost track of how long he was giving me love with the softest touches, nibbles and kisses.
When the mattress felt solid beneath me again, strings of electricity connected from dot to dot as his sweet kisses traveled down my body and then back up. Keeping his lips at my ear, he whispered filthy things, like how good his cock would feel in the tight grip of my pussy.
I was all moans and shivers under his expert ministrations.
He fed me grapes and sips of cold water through a straw. When he lied back and tucked his hands under his head, I curled up against his chest. His pulse ran wild and tribal, despite him having been more pacifying than sexual. He still pitched up flannel. Yearning to relieve him, I stroked him over the soft cloth then unbuttoned his fly to free his flesh for my skittish touch. I had no clue what to do exactly, curling fingers gently around him. His girth was so wide, my fingertips didn’t even reach my thumb. He didn’t object, even though I was clearly no pro. I rode up and down to the best of my ability, but he looked bored as dirt. Gosh, I suck. “Can you tell me on how to suck it correctly?”
“You lick and suck and try to keep your teeth from scraping too much as you slide it in and out. Not complicated. But, no. You’re not sucking me today.”
“Someday?”
“You’d have to prove yourself worthy, and I doubt you’re up for such a privilege. Your question right there says you’re not. What happened to never? Just minutes ago, you said, ‘Not happening’ about drinking my nectar. If you can’t do that or you squirm at the thought, you don’t want it badly enough.”
“That was spoken by an idiot.”
His brow raised and he fired his gaze into mine.
I straddled his thighs and gripped him. “What about a real handjob, Sir? A better one. Can you teach me how?”
“Hell no.”
“What? Why not? Don’t you want me to
touch you with better form?”
“If you really wanna jerk me off, me, then damn do it. But it sounds like you just want to learn how to stroke and suck a dick period. I’m training you to submit and helping you discover what you want and need in BDSM, not to please other dudes.”
“I didn’t mean … I want...” I slowly pressed up and down, but it was too late.
“I don’t care what your reason is. You aren’t dedicated enough to me.” He brushed me off his legs like some nasty gnat and stood beside the bed.
My eyes burned with tears I furiously blinked away. I couldn’t even really stand this guy, so why did I even care that he rebuffed my advances or desire to make him happy?
He huffed in annoyance, waving a hand at me. “God, Shayna. You’re sexy, dammit, so stop acting like you don’t have what it takes to please a guy.”
I shot off the bed too. “But I don’t! I don’t know what the heck I’m doing.”
“And I said, it’s not that damn complicated. You really want to know how to please me? Me? It’s most certainly not with handjobs.” His eyes demanded the entirety of my being. Can I give that? I just wanted … to do him a little favor. Breath surged out of his nostrils like a bull’s and his muscles bulged in tightness. He could snap me like a twig.
“I’m … um, pretty sure I want to know,” I muttered, taking a step back, and another. “I think. No, I do.” Err, what scatterbrained nonsense! I was afraid to accept my own hideous truth. I didn’t want to submit to or suck any random dude. I wanted to give my all to this one. Just … THIS … one, this conceited beast who was a total waste of my time, attention, and heart. Why?
He tugged me closer and I shook in his grip. Noticing my spiked anxiety, he instantly let me go. But it wasn’t his barbarian size that scared me out of mind. It was my stupid, misplaced affection and the insane craving to be his. “Then, stop doing that, Shayna, retreating like a freakin’ snail, like you’re too afraid to live or take risks. It annoys the crap out of me. Act like a damn woman and not some idiot junior higher. I like it when you’re sassy and fired up and give me lip. It gives me some hope that you won’t get crushed by some twisted fucker. You shouldn’t get into BDSM unless you have confidence and know exactly what you want. Anyone who doesn’t abide by your wishes doesn’t deserve your surrender, and you need to have the guts to go after what you want and refuse what you don’t. Otherwise, you’ll become someone’s freaking doormat. Otherwise, you won’t speak up when you don’t want something, either because you don’t want to disappoint your Dominant or because you’re too afraid or wimpy to stand up for yourself. Otherwise, some psycho asshat wannabe Dom will hone in on that beacon-bright vulnerability just so he can walk all over you, beat the ever living shit out of you, and treat you like pond scum. No way am I letting that happen.”
He cares, he cares, which only made me want him more. Totally pointless, crazy, and dumb! “I didn’t mean to piss you off. I don’t really know what pleasing you would mean and I’m scared to find out. I don’t want you to hurt me.”
“Hurt you? My god! What do you think, I’m some savage ogre?”
I sighed. He’s going to demolish me and drop me the second we’re finished in this exchange. I’m his on loan. I’m not really his. I’m not. And never, ever will be. Why did I want to be? I hate him. I hate his guts. Tears seared my eyes. He’s a conceited jerk! He’s probably not even faithful or truly sweet at the core. He only thinks of himself. “Definitely not. A brute maybe … sometimes.”
He slid fingers through my hair and gently clutched my head. “I’m a lot of things, but I’m no damn abuser, Shayna. Okay? I’ve faced devils in my life, and that’s one thing I won’t tolerate or ever be. I won’t ever hurt you, beyond what you crave. I know you don’t know me that well, but do you believe that?”
I shrugged. “Um, I can’t say I fully believe that. I can say I’m hoping you’ll be honorable, and I’m trying to trust you because you don’t seem as bad as I first thought, but I’m freaked out just the same. In this moment though, I want to please you. I don’t want you to have to go to bed with blue balls.”
“No, I am bad. Your initial assessment was right. You really wanna know how to please me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Through his teeth he gritted, “Then get on your damn knees.”
Yes! His command sank into my chest like an electric, neon flower, blooming fast and radiating warmth everywhere. When I dropped before him, wincing at the pressure I put on my abrasions, I assumed he was gonna ram into my throat, but his hand stole the action that my mouth watered to do. I intently watched his squeeze, riding up over the tip, passing over the ridge, and crashing all the way down. Once he did that a while, he stayed below the ridge and practically punched his balls as he swiftly rode the shaft. He jerked furiously and his face clenched in tension. The muscles in his arms looked divine, flexed like that, and his forehead beaded with sweat. He looked damn hot and my roaming gaze took in the whole prize of him getting off right in front of me.
“Open your mouth. Stick that tongue out too.”
I did, and he continued pumping himself, rocking it hard in his clenched fist. I wanted to suck him dry and be the one to unlock his treasure. I closed my eyes and started blubbering like an idiot because he was denying me the chance to go at him when I was in the perfect spot to get it done.
“I’m gonna spray my lovely pearls all over your face and tongue, which is a present not many ladies get, so why are you crying?”
“Because you’re denying me, and I actually hurt to have you.” I opened my eyes and his hand stopped. I gasped and my pulse quickened when I caught his eye.
Looking at me ravenously, he turned wolf before me, and I was determined to please my alpha.
“I have to have you.” I seized his wrists and shoved his curled hands up to his ribs. “Go ahead and punish me again, I don’t even care.” I slid my lips and tongue along his erection. I hummed, loving the velvety feel of his skin and his rigidness. I was famished to feed. He wasn’t stopping me yet, so I sucked him in that fierceness, shoving my face towards his balls. I’d seen Addison do this to Logan, but I didn’t care how she did it. My sole drive was giving all my affection, all my passion, all my energy to this man in my own way. I swirled around him and tried to take it all in, but I gagged on his size. I stuck out my tongue, so I could take more, and pulled him in deeper and sucked him as roughly as I could. He said he hadn’t gotten head in a long time. Compelled to do my very best, I wanted to blow this guy’s mind, not just his load. The grunts and heady breaths coming out of him said I wasn’t entirely terrible.
“Damn, Shayna. Fantastic.” His fingers threaded into my hair, painfully clenching my locks, and breaths howled softly through his teeth. He growled, moving his hips back and forth. He wanted to plow me good and dirty. He looked at me through slits. “Are you my bad, bad girl?”
I nodded.
“You are? You want this cock how I like to give it? You want me to fuck that pretty face?”
I pulled off him and kissed his tip. “Yes. Please make me your whore.”
Flames filled his eyes. “My whore, huh? My filthy, bad bitch? I’m gonna punch the hell outta your throat. You want it?”
I bobbed my chin with absolutely no idea why I had flutters of arousal to be used like that.
“Beautiful. Open wide, Pet.” He seized the back of my head and slowly slid in. He pushed in and out, slicking up my saliva. As he increased tempo, I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and swallowed against his ridge. I gagged, and he pulled back to let me fight it off and breathe. I sucked him hard when he resumed and he muttered a string of curses. He returned to the brutality I was totally loving. It horribly hurt like hell, and tears and drool ran free, but taking it made me feel hot and empowered. For once, I had the strongest belief that I could actually do this and find ultimate satisfaction through submission.
Releasing a guttural roar, Jason clawed my scalp as hot cum squirted int
o the back of my throat. He pulled out. With my mouth closed so I wouldn’t lose a drop, I coughed and gagged, nearly vomiting, then swallowed his salty stash, yeah, with a drunken smile on my face. I did it! I made him come! Flinging my arms around his waist, I kissed and bit his abs. This was the first time I actually felt like a woman. No, not just a woman, but a sexy woman. He’s right! I am sexy-as-fuck. I’m not some babyish prude.
Hands under my pits, he lifted me to stand. I kissed his hard muscles on the rise. Ecstatic to now be attuned to my own sexual power, I held him tightly. His silence alarmed me. Was he mad? He’d taken charge of that, so I thought he liked it. I let go and stepped back.
“I never let a woman touch me like that, unless she deserves it.”
“I know. You said that. I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”
He pressed his index finger over my lips. “Shh. If I didn’t approve or like what you did, you’d already be tied up, facing a corner on your knees. That was beautiful worship, Pet.”
“Really?” I asked, fingers balled together. “You liked it?”
“Immensely. You are so damn cute. Of course I love for a woman to just go at me with abandon, but I want you to be in the habit of asking me for anything and everything. Next time, ask, understand?”
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.” I smiled because he was talking about next time. The hope of getting to taste him again and bring him ultimate pleasure flooded my being. “Thank you.”
“Everything about that was perfection. Your eagerness for the job. Your decision to go for it, even as you assumed there’d be consequences to pay. Mmm, I loved you grabbing my wrists like that, taking my thrusts, and swallowing my jizz like some cum-loving porn slut.”
“I’m thrilled you approve.”
“Far more than approve.” He kissed my forehead. I prayed he’d bring that sexy mouth down a few inches and grace my lips too. That didn’t happen. My heart broke a little. A lot. It was rubble now. “Go to sleep, little one. I swear if I’m around you a second longer, you’ll be waking up tomorrow with the shakiest legs from how hard I popped, pummeled, and ransacked your ripe, honey-soaked cherry.” He left me, slamming the door.