“Badge it is. Why badge?”
My lips quirked. “A badge is something you wear over your heart. Something you’ve earned through trust and honour.” And interestingly, I already thoroughly trusted Derek.
“I like it,” he said, decisively. “Stay here.”
He crossed the room and walked over to the side where I couldn’t see what was hanging, pulled something off, and made his way back to me. In his hand was a blindfold, one that was heavily padded and looked rather comfortable to wear.
“I bought this a while ago at a grocery store. It’s not flimsy, doesn’t let light in and it’s just about the most comfortable one I have ever bought. This is going to help us your first time around. Work on your senses.”
I nodded my head in acknowledgment and my vision was taken from me. Derek took my hands and walked me towards the bed where he bent down and chastely kissed my lips. Turning me around, he grasped the zipper on my dress and tugged it down. As he did so, his tongue laved at my skin once again causing me to shiver at the sensation. He finally stood up and, with both hands, opened my dress further and slid it off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet.
I stood before him in a black lace thong and demi bra. What I could only describe as a growl emitted from him and his hands wrapped around my waist, his hand and arms criss-crossing my body and touching every exposed piece of flesh. I felt his hands cup the undersides of my breasts, then running teasingly over the rest of the cups and across my nipples, further stimulating them and causing a small gasp to escape my mouth.
A hand was removed from my body and entwined in my hair. He pulled my head back roughly, not enough to really hurt me, but to make sure I got the point. “I told you not to make a sound.”
I didn’t know what to say, or not to say. I remained quiet, awaiting further instructions. Desire, lust, nervousness… endless sensations streamed through my body.
“Say you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry.”
His grip tightened in my hair. “You’re sorry, sir.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” I whimpered, the slight burn of my scalp making my pussy convulse.
“That’s a good love, now get on the bed.”
He removed himself completely from me, no hands, no body. I didn’t know how close or far we were from the bed since I had been blindfolded beforehand. Thinking he brought me relatively close, I turned 180 and degrees and walked forward. I walked a lot further than I thought the bed would be and was met by the wall. I used the wall as my guide and walked along it and after a few steps my hand collided with the lone decoration in the room, the picture.
Thinking of the layout and the placement of the picture I placed myself back at the entrance of the room. I put my back to the wall and took six large steps to my left and walked forward. A smile spread across my face as my hand touched the mattress on the bed.
“Good girl. I think you’re the fastest one yet to have found my bed and pass that first test. Sight isn’t everything. Now, get up on the bed.”
Pride swelled in my chest. I did as asked and had to jump to get my knee up on the bed. When my second leg was up I started to crawl towards the centre of the bed, but stopped immediately when Derek told me to.
I felt his hands on my waist and run over my hips. Gripping my thong he pulled it down and let it rest at my knees. A wave of embarrassment flooded me as I could only imagine what I looked like with my legs spread and all of my assets on display. One of Derek's hands trailed back up my leg and cupped my pussy. I sucked in a deep breath, but was careful not to make any other noise. Moving his hand down, he pressed his palm against my moist opening, and what felt like his middle finger began to stroke at my clit while the other fingers spread my lips open.
The pleasure was intense, and my hips slowly started gyrating against his hand. My breathing quickened, and my arms weakened. I started to lower myself when his hand disappeared and came back with a smack that echoed in the room. Pain blossomed across my arse.
“I did not tell you to lie down, did I?”
“No, sir,” I said, not waiting to be told again, once again resting my weight on my arms. Funny how the word ‘sir’ came so naturally. I loved it. Not having to make the decisions. Just waiting for my orders. I was—forgive the cliché—putty in his hands.
Without another word he went back to work on my pussy. The stimulation of my clit was expertly executed. A lot of times men either did it too hard, too rough, or too gentle. His pressure was perfect, the tempo and the strokes varied just enough to keep from getting desensitized. As I started to contract with pleasure internally, my juices began to trickle down the inside of my thighs and the smell of arousal permeated the air.
“Your pussy gets really wet, huh?”
“Yes, sir.”
It was one thing I didn’t like that my body did. That scared Bryan away and turned most potential boyfriends into one night stands. That elusive female bodily action that so many women failed to understand.
Female ejaculation.
“Another time then,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Get further up on the bed.”
My tense muscles relaxed, embarrassment ebbing away. I felt my way on the bed, just to make sure I wasn’t too close to the other side of the bed, but I laughed at the thought since the bed was so enormous.
“Turn your body to the left and get on your back.”
Obediently I listened to his commands and did as instructed.
I heard rustling and a moment later the bed shifted from his weight. He slowly crawled over me and I felt his erection brush along my pussy and he stretched out on top of me. My hips lifted slightly at the contact and his full weight was on me when he pressed down on my hips with his hands.
“You’re too eager, sweetheart, what did I say about touching me?”
I didn’t respond to this, my throat was dry from anticipation.
Derek spread my legs and knelt between them, his hands leaving my hips and roaming my body. Breathy sighs escaped my mouth. He couldn’t punish me for breathing, right?
“Raise your hands above your head,” he commanded. “Good, feel those? Slip your hands through the holes and hold on. Don’t remove them until I tell you to.”
I reached up into the restraints and held on tightly. His hands continued their journey across my body and over my breasts. On their third pass he pulled the cups down, revealing my pale flesh and dark nipples. Covering my body again with his, he took one nipple into his mouth and pinched the other, gradually increasing his pressure while he pulled. My hips bucked involuntarily at the pleasure I was feeling, and I couldn’t help the scream that came forth when he smacked my breast in punishment.
“What did I tell you?” When I didn’t respond he smacked the other breast. “What did I tell you not to do?”
I mewled, unable to believe quite how much the sting turned me on. “Told me not to touch you, sir.”
“And what did you do?”
“I touched you.”
“Why did you do it when I asked you not to?”
“I-I couldn’t help it, you’re making me feel good.”
Another smack. This time to my pussy. I released a muffled cry as it twitched in response. “You’re making me feel good, sir.”
“I can make you feel even better; you know that, right? I haven’t even put my fingers inside this cunt of yours, or tasted the sopping mess currently collecting on my bed. And my cock, if I allowed you to talk while I fucked you all there’d be would be a series of expletives, oh my gods, stops, and incoherent moanings. This will be your ultimate test. Let’s try number one.”
My senses were already working overtime, and while my body was ready and willing to receive his fingers, I wasn’t mentally prepared for how the first act of him entering me would be, and it was only his fingers.
They slowly slid into me. Knuckle by knuckle. Until two of his fingers were buried inside of me to the point it almost hurt because he was pressing in so hard. They remained statio
nary for a long length of time until he pulled them out languidly and slammed them back in, the force driving me a little up the bed. Again he remained motionless, and then ever so slightly they began a waving dance inside of me. Up against my pussy wall, down towards my rectum, side to side, and circular.
I bit my lip and breathed hard to prevent myself from screaming out at the onslaught of pleasure I was receiving. His thumb joined the mix and circled my clip in that expert way of his. What was driving me even more mad was that I couldn’t vocalize my pleasure, shout out to the heavens how beautifully he played my body like an experienced violinist playing a Stradivarius.
“Your pussy is exquisite, so wet and tight, the little flutters of pleasure around my fingers only make me imagine how it’s going to feel around my cock when I am buried deep inside of it, while you beg me to let you come,” he murmured, his words inflaming my desire.
Derek made his point by moving his fingers in and out of my hole and twisting in a corkscrew motion when he plunged in and withdrew. His other hand moved down my body and I felt him move himself down the bed. His face was inches from my pussy, his breath puffing out over me. His fingers left my body entirely and both arms wrapped around my legs to lift my butt up. A pillow was pulled from behind my head and placed under my hips. His palms pressed my legs open further, and my hands nearly left their voluntary restraints to grip his hair at the first contact of his tongue to my clit.
He licked from clit to slit and back up again, sucking the ball into his mouth and sucking hard. Capturing it between his teeth, his tongue rapidly flicked at my clit making my pussy drip its juice out and onto his chin.
“Don’t move,” he told me as he got off the bed and rummaged around in what I guess was the bedside table that was obscured from my earlier surveying of the room. I listened as something unravelled, the sound of wood on tile and something plugging in. A low hum vibrated through the air and a resounding zap met my ears.
“When you were little, did you ever play with one of those balls that had lightning in it?”
I nodded my head, not entirely sure where this was going.
“I will not punish you for your initial scream, because this is going to be unlike what you felt before, but be warned, you get one go and that’s it.”
Derek was right; I wasn’t prepared. The humming got closer to my head, the tiny hairs on my body rising up to attention to meet this great electrical force, then zap, right on my nipple. I screamed out in a mixture of disbelief, pain, and pleasure.
I bit my lip as the contraption moved along my body, kissing it with little bolts of electricity as it went and I trembled from head to toe. Lower it travelled, and he removed it from my body just as it was about to touch my clit.
“Not a sound.”
Then it was back, thankfully at a lower setting, zapping my clit in such a way it felt like a vibrator stimulating me. Derek inserted his fingers again while moving the electricity around my body. I leaked fluid over his hand again, and this time it was he that moaned, moving his mouth to my pussy to drink it up.
“Do you want to come?”
“Oh yes, sir,” I breathed.
His fingers dug harder into my wall; my legs trembled of their own accord. I was so close. “Beg for it. Plead with me to come.”
“Sir, please. You have my body, all of my nerves, my head, on edge. Let me come. Let me coat your face, your hand, cock, bed, anything with my cum. Fuck me, zap me. I don’t care what you do, just let me come,” I begged, hearing the desperation inch into my voice.
Derek was over my body again, his cock running over my clit, his hand around my neck. “What about me? How do you think I feel? My balls are heavy with cum, cum that wants to shoot all over your pretty little tits, or down your throat and deep inside your cunt. What’re you going to do for me?”
“Anything, sir, just let me come.”
His hand tightened around my throat, his hand working its way between our bodies. He fucked me like this with his fingers, until I was begging him to stop, a rhythmic squeeze and release on my throat until at the very end I pressed my back into the mattress and my hips came off the bed squirting out my orgasm in gushing waves all over him and the bed.
I woke up in a cooling puddle, and one of my hands still in the restraints. I scanned the room and Derek wasn’t there. Removing my hand I pushed myself up to a seated position, running my hand over my face. I looked over at the bedside table and saw the device he used on me. I picked it up and turned it on, running it down my arm. It was an interesting feeling, and when set on a lower setting was quite enjoyable.
“Like that, do you?”
I jumped at the sudden noise and fumbled, trying to turn it off and place it back on the table.
Derek chuckled as he crossed the room to the bed, two glasses of water in his hand. He offered me one as he took a sip for the other while sitting down on the bed. I admired his physique, muscles rolling and arousal gathered between my legs once more.
“You fell asleep on me.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“No need to apologize. I don’t blame you; that was quite the orgasm you had there. You’re fine...for now.”
I drank my water half way down. “Did you, uh, that is to say, did you come?”
He smirked. “No, that will happen soon enough.”
I drank the rest of my water. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Turn right at the end of that wall.”
Entering the bathroom I looked myself over; small red marks adorned my body from where the wand had touched me. Deciding I looked ridiculous, I removed my bra and went to the bathroom. Once finished I washed my hands, and walked back to the room where I didn’t see Derek.
Then all of a sudden my hair was grabbed and my head yanked back. Something went around my neck and a moment of fear raced through my body until his hand left my hair and finished clasping a leather collar around my neck. My arms were brought behind me and restraints placed around my wrists.
“Bend over,” he commanded, and before I could even respond, he pressed me down. I felt a chain hit my back that was then latched to the collar and connected to the restraints around my wrists.
“Walk,” he commanded, and I quickly walked to the bed with him holding the leash. “Get up on the bed.”
I really wish it could’ve been a more graceful act, but I struggled and ended up jumping onto the bed landing on my side. He didn’t hesitate to grab my legs and put me on my back. With the back of his hand he smacked my pussy, followed by him inserting two fingers into me and hooking them to the point it almost hurt. I wiggled further up to the bed.
Derek bent down and retrieved something from under the bed, a long bar with more restraints. He quickly attached it to my ankles; my legs were spread wide and everything was exposed to him. He walked around the bed and lifted me under the arms, pulling me back further. He then climbed up with me, and without prelude got on top of me and shoved his cock in. I cried out because his girth was not something I was accustomed to, but as he picked up speed and found a rhythm, it took everything I had not to scream out in the pleasure I was feeling.
“Your fucking cunt is just as divine as I thought it would be. You nearly have me to the point of coming already.”
Since I couldn’t say anything, I decided to see how much power I had over him in this state. I flexed my kegel muscles, and I watched as his eyes darkened, his nostrils flared, and his mouth become a thin line.
Gripping around my neck he squeezed ever so slightly. “Don’t fucking do that again.”
My chest tightened with fear and desire, as the primitive need to be commanded, to be owned took hold.
Withdrawing from me he flipped me over. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I soon found out when something collided hard with my arse several quick times. “Now, what aren’t you going to do?”
“Squeeze your cock with my pussy, sir.”
He hit me a few more times, lower on the cheeks this time and
more on the thigh. Discarding what I assumed to be a paddle, he pulled me to my knees via the leash. I heard it wrapping around his hand, shortening it, making me arch my back in an almost painful position, and then he was inside of me again, using the leash to pull me into him, his cock almost painfully deep inside of me. He did these long, deep thrusts for several moments before picking up the tempo.
Derek smacked my arse several times during this, much harder than he had been before. I was teetering on the edge, however, between the way his cock moved and felt inside of me, his balls slapping against my clit. He too was beginning to moan as my pussy pulsed around him. These were much different from kegels so I wasn’t getting reprimanded for it.
“My sweet, Adeline, if you had the choice, where would you like me to come?”
“I’ll accept your cum anywhere you feel is right, sir.”
“So if I wanted to hold you and pump it inside this pretty pussy, I could?”
I panicked for a moment. In the heat of everything I didn’t know if he actually had a condom on or not, but I was sure he wouldn’t put either of us into a situation that would last forever.
“Yes, I want to feel your cum hit my insides, sir. To lie here and feel it drip from me as it dries on my legs.”
“Too bad that isn’t where I want to come this time.”
He pulled out and turned me over. He pulled and pushed me so my head was hanging off the bed.
“Open your mouth, and so help me, if you bite me…”
He didn’t finish as he pushed his cock past my lips and into my throat. I gagged once he reached a certain point, but he didn’t care. He fucked my throat, his balls hitting my forehead with his thrusts.
I felt him begin to swell, his balls not as loose, hips moving in erratic movements. Then he stilled. Burst after burst of cum shot down my throat, too much to even think about swallowing all of it. Once the last of it was in my mouth, he removed his dick, and I turned on my side, coughing and spitting his cum onto the floor.
He walked away, and in a way I felt a little humiliated at the act that had just happened. All those thoughts, however, vanished when he returned with another glass of water, complete with straw that he held to my mouth so I could drink. He also produced a towel that he dried my face with and then wiped up the cum on the floor.
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