Perfectly Too Far

by Regina Button

  “Wait, stop!” Her voice was rattled, she had no idea how to handle this. He's actually spanking me! “Please, that hurts!”

  “Of course it does,” he said, pausing in his assault. “Girls who don't follow directions need to be taught. You must understand what you'll face if you try to resist, my dear.” Lightly, he traced his fingers over the boiling, crimson skin, making her wince. Soon, though, as he kept at it, the welts began to tingle.

  It was as if her flesh was more alive, the sharpness melting into heightened strokes. Intrigued, and enjoying it far more in contrast to the slaps, Judith shut her eyes, moaning. Why is that so nice?

  His hands brushed lower, catching the smooth inner part of her thigh. It was a quick contact, leaving soon enough, but it made her pussy twitch.

  Shivering, Judith's body embraced the sudden pleasure after the pain she had endured. The skin on her rear was pulsing as the blood spread back where it belonged, and her cunt seemed to follow the rhythm with a sympathetic beat of its own.

  Abruptly, Onyx halted his ministrations, leaving her unprepared for another round of spanking. This time, she didn't try to hold back her shouts. Over the sound of his deliberate, crisp slaps, Judith pleaded with all her might. “Please! Please, I... just stop! Please stop! I can't take it!”

  “Then promise me you won't disobey,” he said, gripping her sore cheeks, giving a hard squeeze.

  “I won't, I won't disobey!”

  “Promise me correctly,” he admonished, dragging his nails over the pink marks shaped like his own hands on her milky skin.

  Correctly, okay, okay what does he mean?

  Squeezing her eyes shut, ashamed by the salty tears on her cheeks, as well as the words she had to speak, Judith pressed on desperately. “I... I promise, Master, I won't disobey! I swear, I'll listen to you, so please...”

  Chuckling, he let her dress fall back over her, the silk cool on her sweltering body. “Not bad. Alright, since you begged so pretty. Remember this, though,” he said, moving around to stand before her. Carefully, he lifted her head, gently brushing the tears off of her face. “Remember,” he continued, staring at her, so close they could have kissed. “I was being very kind. This was the most gentle of punishments, and next time, I will not be so patient. Do you understand, little Sparrow?”

  Her heart pounded, body confused by the storm of sensations. All over, she felt hot as an ember, and his touch and his words acted like air that made her glow. “Yes,” she breathed out in a rush, “I understand, Master. Thank you.”

  “Good girl,” he smiled. She felt a flicker of delight at pleasing him. “Now, let's start over.” His hands, agile as a thief's, untied the ropes above.

  Judith grimaced at how tight her shoulders were, but she lowered her arms to her sides in relief. Onyx considered her, his limbs folding behind his back almost politely. “I said before, undress for me. This time, don't resist, I'd hate to think you learned nothing from what I showed you just now.”

  Yes, that's right. I couldn't do it, disrobe when asked, and so he...

  Taking a long, deep breath to steel her nerves, Judith reached for the clasp to her dress. Behind her neck, she released the strings, the luscious gown falling down like rain. It pooled around her feet, leaving her standing before the masked man in only her lingerie.

  No, my mask, too. I'm also masked, I can be brave about this if I think... if I consider that he doesn't even know who I am. We're protected by being anonymous.

  It didn't help entirely, but it was enough to keep her courage strong so she didn't cover herself and try to bolt. Onyx tilted his head, eyeing her like she was a piece of art. “Turn for me,” he commanded, so she obeyed.

  Her rear was still splotched by his hand prints, a sight that made his lips coil into a smirk. “I admit, you're very beautiful. But I think you look even better covered in my markings.”

  Blushing, Judith turned to face him, having trouble meeting his eyes. Does he really think I'm beautiful?

  “Now, hold still,” he purred, stepping so close she could smell him. It was a strong scent, like metal and olive oil. It made her head swim, she shut her eyes with a sigh. His fingers came, gloved tips feeling her shoulders, sliding down and around to unclasp her bra.

  In the dim light, her breasts were revealed. Her body was radiant, the affect of his actions making the tips of her chest firm. Her dusky nipples felt sensitive in the air, she inhaled on reflex.

  “Lovely,” he laughed. “I'm so pleased I picked you.”

  Filled with pride at his compliments, Judith smiled helplessly and opened her eyes to watch him. Even with the mask, it was obvious he was studying every inch of her.

  His hands made a quick path down her sides, down to her hips where he gripped the edges of her panties. She wondered if he could hear her heart, the blood in her ears was close to deafening.

  He's going to see all of me. Will he notice how turned on I am?

  Flushing from her neck to her eyeballs, the young woman quivered as he began deliberately sliding the garment down. As it pulled past her nether region, exposing her soft strip of light curls, it stuck to her lower lips from how damp she had become. Onyx chuckled, grinning at the vision of her black panties coated in her juices. He tugged them to the floor.

  “Oh my, did you enjoy being punished that much? Were you disobeying on purpose?”

  “No, Sir,” she gasped, covering her mouth and tinging with excitement, shame. “No, I wasn't, really!”

  “Shh,” he whispered, wickedly amused as he held her outer thighs. “This is just a sign of your nature, being submissive is something you obviously enjoy.”

  Is it? She wondered, biting the inside of her cheek. He was so close to her most private of places, she couldn't pretend she didn't want him to explore further. Am I really that excited about all of this? Is he right?

  A gloved finger traced along the edge of the curls on her mons venus. Judith groaned, body flooding with anticipation. Oh god, keep going, please just touch me! Onyx placed his thumbs on either side of her pussy, spreading her gently, revealing her slick pinkness. “You're perfect, little Sparrow.”

  Groaning, the red-head realized her hands were clenching at her sides, her nails making half-moons in her palms. Carefully, she eased her fists away, folding her arms over her chest. Hugging herself, she watched this man, this intimidating figure, as he knelt at her feet with his smirk so near her slit.

  “Please,” she blurted, then covered her mouth in shock. He said nothing, only looked at her in silence. Lifting her hands, she bumbled through her apology in fear and guilt. “I'm sorry! Sorry, Master, I didn't mean to speak out!”

  Laughing, he let her go and stood straight, peering down at her curiously. “So worked up, girl, aren't you?”

  “Yes, Master,” she admitted anxiously, wondering if he would punish her.

  “Kneel,” he pointed. Judith didn't hesitated, she dropped down at his feet, a bit smoother than the last time. “This is another lesson for you. The greatest gift a slave can give to her master, is doing what he desires. Your own pleasure will revolve around that, do you understand?”

  No, not really. Resisting the urge to pout, she bowed her head. “Yes, Master.”

  “Look at me,” he said, and she lifted her head. Blinking, she realized his hand was rubbing along the front of his pants, the shape of his bulge obvious. Her heart skipped a beat, remembering how his cock had looked when he had been fucking the blonde woman. “Take care of this for me,” he whispered.

  Licking her lips, Judith reached up with hands that suddenly felt very small. Gingerly, she rolled them across the front of his trousers, feeling the firm curve of his manhood pushing against the material eagerly. The sound of the zipper cut through the air, and though she had seen it before, she still gasped when his length bobbed into view.

  The head of his cock was wide, plump. She could see it was glistening with precum already. Glancing up at him, as if for permission, she wrapped her hand around th
e base and felt how warm he was. Aiming the tip at her mouth, she gave an experimental lick.

  Onyx groaned deeply, which made her ripple with pleasure. Feeling a unique desire to please this man, she slid her tongue down his entire length, feeling the shape of the veins as they pulsed. He didn't want to be teased, though, his hands coiled on top of her head.

  “Take me in your mouth,” he demanded.

  Judith trembled, anxious as she tried to fit him past her wet lips. He was thick, forcing her to adjust fast as he quickly shoved himself down her throat with a grunt. She hadn't given many blow jobs in her life, she recalled how she had always been uptight with her few boyfriends.

  With all the time spent on trying to make it into college, she hadn't exactly gotten to pursue many relationships as of late, either. If she had been given an option in any another setting, she would have avoided going down on a date.

  Yet, here, with Onyx so insistent, she felt herself thrilling over the idea of pleasing him. He tasted tangy and sweet, her lips electric at the sensation of him sliding in and out.

  If he wanted to see her skill, he wasn't letting her show it on her own. His hand gripped hard on her scalp, holding her elegantly tied up hair, using it for leverage.

  Pumping into her face, he fucked her mouth with little care for how she handled it. The wildness, the rough way he moved her, it was making Judith boil with desire. His shaft swelled in her throat, and she knew he was going to finish.

  Will he let me pull away? Is he going to...

  She understood quickly that he planned to cum in her mouth, the fact bringing with it both dread, and ecstasy. He held her still, growling low, raw, as his length began to throb. The seed flowed, thick as honey down into her belly.

  Onyx pulled free, and she gasped for air, having forgotten she needed something as common as oxygen.

  Wiping her mouth, trying to gather her thoughts, she felt Onyx petting her head softly. “Good girl, that was lovely.”

  Staring up at him, her cheeks felt like flames as she struggled to decide if she should feel pleased by his comment or not. She was spared from deciding when he reached into his pocket, pulling forth something small.

  She thought it was a watch.

  His frown was brittle, just the sight of him looking unhappy made her stomach twist.

  “Hmn. It seems we're out of time tonight. We'll have to continue this tomorrow.” Turning back to her, observing her nude form where she knelt, his lips twisted up on one side. “You will come back tomorrow, little Sparrow.”

  It wasn't a question.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Chapter 9.

  The pair returned to the main room together, Judith redressed and looking no worse on the surface. Inside, she was a turmoil of confused feelings.

  There were many people gathered around, casually talking, while some even wandered out through the purple curtain. It was obvious the night was over, the attendants were saying farewells and commenting on the general event as a whole.

  One of the men from earlier, she thought his named had been Helm, waved Onyx over. He started to move, then turned back to smile at Judith. “No doubt he wants to talk about how his own training session went. I'm usually one of the last to leave, don't wait around. I'll see you next time.” It was curt, but that suited her just fine.

  I need to get out of here, without being spotted by Benedict or Corbin upstairs.

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered, waving slightly, moving towards the curtain. Trying not to appear suspicious, she peered out into the small room, seeing nothing but the table and clipboard. I wonder if Corbin leaves after everyone signs in.

  On fast feet, she scurried up the stairs, cracking the red door just enough to view the mansion's entrance room. It seemed quiet, so she took the opportunity to slip out, close the portal, and rush up to her guest room.

  Inside, she almost slammed her door, her breath exploding out. I did it, I managed to sneak away again. Her smile was proud, but it faltered. Oh god, I did it again. What happened down there tonight, what was that? Why did I go along with it?

  Pulling off the mask, she moved to the closet and buried it back in the chest. That Corbin might find it anywhere else in the room if he came to clean things was too much of a risk, she'd decided. Peeling the dress away, she hung that up as well, not sure how to explain why she had been wearing it.

  And what if he recognizes it?

  The closet was big enough, and full enough, of so many different outfits, she figured no one would even notice it had been worn in the mix. Walking into the private bathroom in only her lingerie, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full mirror. Her ass still wore the clear hand prints of a certain Dom.

  Wincing, she twisted for a better look. I hope that doesn't bruise.

  Still, even though she grimaced as she touched the sore area gingerly, something deep inside of her pulsed with heat. Remembering the spanking, as well as her lack of release through the entire debacle, Judith touched her firm stomach and sighed.

  That whole event... it was frustrating, but exciting, too. Will it be like that next time? She covered her mouth, thinking of how his seed had tasted. Oh god, next time. Am I actually going to go back? What will he do tomorrow?

  The mystery intrigued her, she was curious about what else her 'training' would entail. Closing her eyes, she imagined how his gloves had felt, how the rope on her wrists had bound her. He'd shown her how good he could make her feel, and even the punishment had been arousing.

  Is something wrong with me? What am I thinking? I'm supposed to be here to paint that wall for Benedict, not to be involving myself in some secret seedy dungeon. That thought made her burn with guilt, but it also caused her to ponder a moment. Why did Benedict allow this to go on below his mansion?

  What kind of person lets this kind of sexual deviance go on?

  None of it made sense to her. Was it possible for Benedict to be even more involved than just providing the space? Imagining him taking part, snapping at her... It made her shiver, and she turned towards the shower to start the water flowing.

  No, he isn't the type. He's a controlling kind of guy, but I can't imagine him being that involved. But still... what a weird situation.

  It baffled her, and drove her crazy with the fact she couldn't even ask him about it. The knowledge he'd probably kick her out right away, denying her the letter she needed, made her feel sick.

  Standing in the hot steam, Judith let her wet lashes tickle her cheeks. The watery vibrations felt good, like a massage on her tense skin. When it drummed on her sensitive rear cheeks, she flinched but endured.

  No, she decided, imagining Benedict's angry blue eyes. He can never know that I went down there. He can't know.

  She felt her throat, recalling how Onyx had touched her.

  Benedict can't ever know that I went... or that I'm going to go back.

  ****

  Judith woke the next day to the sound of her phone going off.

  Groaning, her dreams involving firm gloved hands and whispered words interrupted, she fumbled around in the dark until she found the cell. Gripping it, she buried her head under the blankets, mumbling. “Hello?”

  “Hey, Judith?”

  The voice was familiar, so she sat up with a yawn, her brain slowly forming a mental picture. “Lorraine, is that you?”

  “In fact, it is! Haha, hey, I hadn't heard from you in awhile. Thought I'd just, you know, check in.”

  Judith was delighted by the surprise, yet she sensed something in the woman's voice that seemed frazzled. “It's good to hear from you. Uh, is everything alright?”

  “Of course!” Her friend laughed, a hollow sound. “Sorry, uh. So. I hadn't heard from you, and I just had this weird feeling something was up. I don't know, maybe I'm crazy, but I wanted to check in on you to see...”

  To see if I ever got in touch with Benedict. The clarity hit her, making her feel a spike of unease. “Right. You're curious if I ever took Mr. You-Know-Who up on
his offer, aren't you?”

  The voice on the line sounded startled, rising in pitch. “What! No, no, why would you ever—okay, you got me.” Sighing, Lorraine gave a weak giggle. “I mean, what happened at the gallery was just strange. Can you blame me for wanting to catch up?”

  “Not at all,” she smiled, feeling a bit flattered to be on the girl's mind. “Look, I'm a little busy, but do you want to get some brunch and catch up?”

  “That sounds pretty perfect, want me to come to you?”

  Judith hesitated, thinking about the clearly stated instructions about not inviting anyone over without permission.

  Do I want to go ahead and just break every rule?

  “No, let's meet up elsewhere.”

  ****

  Dressed in one of the nicer, casual outfits from her temporary closet, a pair of designer jeans and a silk top, Judith stepped out of the car with Corbin's assistance. Instantly, as she turned around to look over the small cafe, she saw Lorraine gaping at her through the window.

  Biting back her grin, the red-head waved at her driver as he pulled away. Her heels, which she was sure cost more than her monthly rent, clicked across the sidewalk, then the tiled floor of the eatery.

  She hadn't even sat down across from Lorraine before the taller woman blurted out her words. “Did you just have someone drive you here? Was that your driver? Do you have a personal driver!?”

  Laughing with chagrin, Judith settled onto the booth and waved her hands. “No, no, relax. He's only taking me places while I'm working for Benedict.”

  Lorraine lowered her eyebrows, her mouth coiling into an amused smirk. “Oho! So, you did take the job, then.”

  “I did, yeah, it was a really good opportunity and...”

  Lifting her arms, Lorraine waved her spread fingers to calm her friend. “No need to explain. It had to be pretty good if it came with your own chauffeur. What is he having you paint, a whole collection, just for him?”