by Thianna D
Kendrick walked around the sofa to where she could see him and he unbuckled his buckle and slowly removed his belt, watching her the whole time. Her eyes were fastened on his hands and her breathing was a little fast. Good. A little anxious as any sub should be at a coming punishment, but not scared. Once his belt was loose, he removed the buckle and walked back around.
“Ten,” he said firmly as he folded the belt over, took aim, and let the first blow fly. The sound as leather met her beautiful ass filled his ears as did her sharp intake of breath. She tried to jerk away but couldn’t due to the ropes. “Nine.” Each blow he landed in the same spot—right on the crease between ass and thighs. He didn’t hit with all of his strength but he didn’t hold back either. These blows weren’t meant to be pleasurable. At his fourth swing, she let out her first cry, but he was proud of her. She never once begged for him to stop. Instead, she took each blow owed her. Tears fell from her eyes and she sobbed softly, but her body was relaxed.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You took that well. I’m pleased.” As he couldn’t see her face, he couldn’t state how it looked, but he knew certain giveaways. Her shoulders stood tall and she lifted her head in pride. His girl was proud of herself. So was he. And his cock throbbed intensely. He would put on the clamps another day. Instead, he grabbed the small anal plug and poured lube over it. “You said in your notes that you have very little anal training and that you haven’t been taken anally in several years. So tonight, it starts. I love taking a sub’s ass and as soon as yours is ready, I’ll fuck you there more often than your cunt.”
Once the stainless steel plug was coated, he spread her cheeks apart with one hand and pressed the tip of the plug to her hole. “Press down, Rebecca.” She let out a shuddery breath as she pushed out. The plug was small and it still took several minutes and a few thrusts to get it inside her and seeded. Her sphincter clamped around it making him smile. “Get used to it, little one. You’ll be wearing one often.” And as long as their trust continued, he planned on taking her anally at the Faire in front of witnesses.
The thought made his cock thicken and press painfully against his zipper. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, freeing his aching shaft. A full seven and a half inches in length and almost two in circumference, Kendrick was admittedly proud of his dick. And when he fucked a sub, she remembered it for a long while. Becca would definitely be feeling this for a day or two.
After ripping open the condom and rolling it on, he grabbed for the lubricant, smirking when he saw the small movement she made to push her buttocks toward him. His girl needed. “Open up, Rebecca,” he said in a firm voice as he pressed his thumbs on the outer edges of her pussy and pressed his cockhead into her entrance.
“Oh,” she gasped as he breached her opening. She clamped down and he stilled.
“I’m larger than a lot of men,” he said.
“Uh, yeah,” she said in a breathy voice. “I need just a moment.”
He stroked her ass where the pink marks from his belt flowed into her olive skin. He’d been right. Her skin looked fantastic freshly smacked. Her muscles relaxed and he pushed forward. When she tried to clamp down again, he smacked her right buttock. “Enough, Rebecca, you can take this. I know you can. Do it for me.”
A shudder went down her spine but she released and he thrust all the way in. A long moan left her lips as her pussy milked him for a few seconds. “Feel good?” he said as he grasped hold of her hips and pulled out half way.
“So good.”
“Good girl.” He slammed back in, the sound of skin meeting skin like a gunshot in the room. Even as she grunted, he pulled back and thrust in, fucking her roughly. Taking her and making her his. Whimpers from her lips quickly changed to moans and begging.
“Please, Sir,” she said, “Harder.”
Well hot damn. She did love it rough. Next time he’d add some more toys to really up the ante. Until then, he could definitely pound into her harder. And he did. He slammed into her over and over, his hips driving forward with each lunge and sending her shoulders pounding into the back of the sofa. He yanked back on her hips to keep her upright and continued to fuck her.
She had a tight cunt and he enjoyed every thrust of his hips. He could only imagine how hot and tight her ass would be. At the thought his balls pulled up and he gritted his teeth as he held his orgasm back. He wasn’t ready to come yet. Kendrick wanted to fuck her for a few more minutes.
So he did. He added to his mental list a cock ring to put around him to stave off his orgasm better. He would have enjoyed fucking her for hours, but it seemed fifteen minutes was his limit for the evening. With a grunt, he slammed in one final time and groaned as his cum filled the condom, his shaft throbbing with the intensity of his desire.
Once he stopped coming, he reached around, slid his fingers between her folds and rubbed hard and fast over her clit. Her squeal told him she had not expected that move and as she was already hot and ready, it took barely three brushes of the pad of his fingers and she came, her cry filling the room as she squeezed around his dick several times, milking the last of his cum out of him.
She trembled as he pulled out. Kendrick pulled the plug out of her and quickly wiped her off. Then he untied the ropes, wrapped her in a blanket and sat her on his lap. A warm, happy sub, Becca curled up in his arms and sighed in contentment. He leaned his head back on the sofa and smiled. Now that had been a really good night. He’d like to see every night end in such an explosive way.
Reminding himself to find out how agile she was as there were several things he’d like to do that would require a very limber sub, he closed his eyes. In a few minutes, he would roust her and send her home. That was the last thought he had before he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Ten
A slight wince crossed Becca’s lips as she stretched, a grin quickly following it at the memory of why she felt like she’d been ridden hard. Because she had. Kendrick fucked her rough, just the way she loved it. But she wanted to see his dick because the thing felt like a monster. And it definitely left her feeling as though she walked bowlegged.
They both conked out after their scene. Waking up in Kendrick’s arms had been a bit of a surprise, for him as well as her. He sent her back to her house to shower and get ready for the busy day ahead with a command to meet him down at the Faire grounds in an hour.
That left her with little time to get ready. It felt good to bathe off the sweat and leftover lube, but when she went to wash between her legs, she winced again at how sore her pussy was. She couldn’t control the huge smile that covered her face. That had been one hot scene and she knew it was just going to get hotter every time.
Cassidy came into the bathroom as she was finishing up. “Need me to clean your cuts?” she asked with a yawn. “And don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t come home, you lucky, lucky girl. How was he?”
Becca turned off the shower head and peeked around the curtain. “Wow.”
Her friend spluttered, her mouth dropping open. “That good huh?”
“There’s no other word that fits. He fucked me so hard I can’t walk straight. And yes, I could use some help with my back.”
It took another ten minutes for Cassidy to treat her welts and get them bandaged. “I need to get going. He wanted me to meet him one hour from when I left and I have less than twenty minutes.” Becca ran into her bedroom and grabbed a pair of jeans and a peasant blouse.
“No bra?” Cassidy said as she followed her.
“He likes my tits.” Or at least she hoped he did. Come to think on it, he hadn’t mentioned them in his perusal of her the night before. She bit her lip. What if he didn’t like that part of her?
“Get a move on, then. Supposedly there’s supposed to be breakfast delivered this morning so we’ll get food at least and find out the huge job ahead of us.”
Becca pulled on her calf-high boots and after giving Cassidy a peck o
n the cheek, hurried out of the room, down the stairs, and out of her cabin. Cool, crisp air met her and she inhaled deeply as she walked toward the Faire.
The grounds looked sad with nothing going on. But the benches next to the café were covered in boxes of donuts and little bottles of apple and orange juice. Her stomach rumbled and she was tempted to dive in, but she remembered Kendrick’s command from the night before. She looked around and spotted him and several others standing over by one of the shops and she trotted in their direction. When she got close, she slowed down to a walk and stood straight with her head up and her eyes cast down. As soon as she reached his side, she slid gracefully to her knees and stayed there.
Strong fingers combed through her hair. “Good morning, Rebecca.”
“Morning, Sir.”
“As you see, Rebecca is mine,” Kendrick said. “I do enjoy your outfit, little one, but there’s something I need to add to it.” He pulled a simple leather collar out of his pocket and secured it around her throat. “It looks good on you. Now go get yourself some breakfast and bring me something as well.” He patted her shoulder and turned back to the others.
She rose to her feet and trotted back to the food, her stomach rumbling in anticipation. After putting two doughnuts and a couple croissants on a plate, she paused at the juice. Did Kendrick like orange or apple? While she preferred apple, she could drink either, so she grabbed one of each. Whichever he didn’t want, she would drink.
When she was back at his side, she knelt again, feeling secure with the collar around her throat. Whereas the former owners of the Faire hadn’t understood the significance, Kendrick and his friends did.
He took a doughnut off the plate and she offered up both drinks. “Which would you prefer?” he asked.
She stalled, unsure of how to answer. Would he prefer she left it up to him or did he want her to choose?
“I like them both, little one,” he said. “Pick the one you want and I’ll have the other.”
With a soft smile, she handed him the orange juice. It was a relief to have him explain. She’d been with Doms in the past who wanted her to make mistakes. They hadn’t lasted long.
“Thank you. My brother Rhys should be arriving in an hour or so. Once he does, he and I will be embroiled in contract info. That will bore the hell out of you,” he said with a chuckle. “So I’m giving you a choice. You can help Alice with her plans for sectioning off the shops and what goes where. Or you can help Neil who will be testing the strength of the stages and the equipment in the dungeon. He won’t be playing with you,” he said firmly. “You’d just be acting as his assistant.”
“Whichever pleases you, Sir,” she said. From the sounds of it, he trusted all his friends and would not put her in a compromising position.
“You please me,” he said warmly, once again sliding his fingers through her hair. “I’ll send you with Alice. The shops take top priority right now.”
“Wonderful,” Alice said. “Finish your breakfast, Becca, and we’ll get to it. I look forward to your input since you’ve been here for a week.”
She finished her food and drink and when Kendrick headed down toward the docks, she stood up and walked over to Alice. “How would you like me to refer to you?” she asked in a respectful tone.
Alice smiled. At somewhere in her early to mid-fifties, Alice was about five feet seven with curly dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Her eyes twinkled and if it weren’t for a certain aura pouring off her, Becca never would have guessed she was a Domme.
“Until the Faire opens, Alice is fine. Titles don’t matter much to me as long as respect is prevalent. Now,” she said, rubbing her hands together. “You and I get to figure out where to put the new shops. This will be tentative until the architect gets here, but if we have our ideas firmly planned out, he should be able to tweak them to fit the landscape.” She waved at the Faire which looked sad without anyone there.
“Everyone’s gone,” Alice said. “The two shopkeepers and the café owner were sent packing,” she said with a snort.
“How will we live without dark brown sludge?” Becca teased making her laugh.
“Craig’s talking to a few coffee people in the area. The equipment in the café is new and is a good name, so we’re thinking all we need is good coffee beans and some baristas who know what they’re doing.”
The next few hours were some of the most pleasant she’d had since she arrived to work at the Faire, discounting her time with Kendrick the night before. Alice had a good sense of humor and was highly irreverent. And hearing about the shops that would be taking up temporary residence for the rest of the summer was exciting.
“Cock and Bull?” Becca spluttered when Alice gave her one of the new shop names.
“Once you get to know Alec, you’ll see his sense of humor in everything. He’s a gay bear, dominant, and an expert in CBT, floggers, and mind fucking. His online shop is Alec’s Cock and Bull and he figured me might as well keep the name for his store here.” She smiled. “I look forward to seeing him again. It’s been almost a year. That man needs a permanent sub,” she murmured, almost under her breath. As if realizing she’d said that aloud, she shrugged. “I’m biased. I’ve been with Joseph for a long time. It took about ten years of marriage before we realized we were trying to operate in a relationship society was pressing on us. He’s happier when I take care of things and I’m happy keeping him busy and happy.”
Alice winked. “One day we happened upon BDSM. Not only did the kink excite us, but the D/s aspect made entirely too much sense. We had our growing pains, but compared to the first ten years of our marriage, it was a cake walk.”
“That’s nice that you’ve been together for so long,” Becca said as they took some stakes and drove them into the ground to show where they saw shops being. “So many BDSM relationships last a year or two. My longest lasted three.”
“I know. Many in the lifestyle think the spice is in the change.” Alice shook her head. “If the kink starts feeling dry and boring, it’s up to the couple to change things up. I grew up to think longevity. Old-fashioned, I guess. But I wouldn’t give up my thirty-five years of marriage to Joseph for anything or anybody.”
“Do you have any children?”
“Oh yes. Tony is thirty-five.” She coughed and winked. “He was born three days after our wedding.” Becca laughed. “Ariana is thirty-two. And Jacob is thirty. They’re all grown up with lives, families, and careers of their own. We get together for Christmas every year, but that’s the only time we see them.”
“Any grandchildren?” She liked talking to Alice. Here was a woman who was happy and proud of her lifestyle and her choices and still lived a full life. It was something Becca wanted for herself.
“Watch out,” Joseph said, startling her as he walked up. Twinkling brown eyes watched her. “You’re just begging her to bring out the pictures. Once she starts talking about the most perfect grandchildren on earth, she’ll never stop.”
“Shush,” Alice said and leaned toward him. He bent down and kissed her and Becca let out a silent sigh. It was obvious they were still in love. When they pulled apart, Alice turned back to her. “He’s worse than I am. I don’t have a billfold, so I’d have to find my purse to show you pictures. He’s got them on hand.”
“How many are there?” she couldn’t help asking.
“We’ve got six so far with two more on the way,” Joseph said, pulling out his wallet and opening it. The first picture was of three children. “These are Tony’s kids. Adam, Mark, and Paul. His wife Sarah is expecting twins.” He turned to a picture of two children. “Here’s Ariana’s brood. Stacy and Caleb. And here,” he added as he turned to a picture of a child with large blue eyes who was grinning at the camera, “is the baby, Caspian. He’s Jacob’s boy and quite the charmer.”
“I can tell,” Becca said with a smile. “Look at those eyes.”
“Uh-oh.” Kendrick’s voice filled her ears and she turned with delight toward him. He strode to
ward her with a man who looked remarkably like him in tow. Holy shit. His brother was just as attractive as he was. “Joseph’s popped out the wallet. You’ll hear all about the Kelsey clan.” He stopped a couple feet away and she walked over and glided to her knees. Almost instantly, his fingers drifted through her hair. She melted into his touch. “Wait until he tells you the story of when Adam found one of grandma’s floggers and dragged it into the living room to ask what it was.”
She giggled and Kendrick’s brother burst out laughing.
“Everything else was locked up,” Alice said in obvious amusement. “That flogger was merely for ornamentation. Unfortunately I hadn’t hung it yet and Adam, being delightfully inquisitive, found it.”
“What did you tell him?” Kendrick’s brother asked.
“I told him the truth,” Alice said with a wicked grin. “That it was for two things, hanging on the wall, and spanking naughty adults when they get bad.”
Joseph let out a booming laugh. “Adam put the flogger on her lap and walked over to his father with the biggest eyes. ‘Don’t be naughty, Daddy’ he said.”
“And he’ll never live that down,” Kendrick said in amusement. “In twenty years, you’ll be telling his wife that story and he’ll be dying of embarrassment. Now, Becca, let me introduce you to my elder brother, Rhys. Rhys, this is my sub, Becca.”
“It’s a pleasure,” Rhys said in a warm voice and held out his hand. “If my brother fucks up, please tell me so I can tease him about it for the rest of his life.”
She laughed, delighted to see the same teasing blue eyes as Kendrick’s looking at her. “I can tell having two of you around should be interesting.”
“Very interesting,” Alice agreed. “It’s been too long, honey,” she said and hugged Rhys.