by Suzy Shearer
Once more she thought. He liked the fact she didn't reply immediately but considered each request. Avril examined the soft silk rope webbing then looked at the restraints dangling from them. She ran her very feminine small hands across them, and Steven wondered how it would be to have her hands caress him. How their softness would touch his harder skin.
"I'll hold on, Sir."
"In that case I want you to lie face down on the web. You can hook your arms through the ropes then hold on if you prefer."
"Yes. Thank you, Sir."
He watched her self-consciously step onto the web and gingerly lie forward, hooking her arms as he'd suggested. He forced her legs wider apart, then stepped back to admire her body. The cheeks of her ass were still a little pink from his previous smacks, and Steven was pleased he could still see the imprint of his hands. He grinned. Soon they'd be bright red again.
What to use? Should he go gently or should he test her limits?
He picked a flogger from his bag, best to warm her up first. No matter who was in front of him he would always start slow and soft, but this was someone who'd never had their skin kissed by anything except lips until now.
Carefully, he worked the flogger over her buttocks, thighs, and back.
As the first stroke caressed her body, she flinched and cried out loudly, but with each additional touch he saw her body language begin to change until she was almost leaning into the hits. Her screams went from painful screeches to husky desire as he changed to a crop.
Starting delicately, he plied it across her back until he could hear in her moans and groans that she could easily accept more. Tapping her ass, her buttocks, her thighs, he slowly increased his hits, and he reveled when she began shrieking. He could smell her arousal—heavier now. He examined her face, the way she lay and knew delightedly she could handle more.
Going to her, he whispered in her ear, "Time to up the ante, little Kitten. Do you want more or should I stop now?"
"Ah, please. Please, Sir, more,” she managed to gasp, her breath catching with each word.
Going back, he began using the crop harder but still nowhere near full strength. He sent it whipping across her body until her ass and thighs glowed red and were hot to the touch. Her shoulders and top of her back matched her butt cheeks. She was lolling, hanging from the restraints, panting, but she never let go. Time to give her the reward. He threw the crop aside.
Steven pushed his hand between her cheeks and rubbed forward. His hand grew coated in her thick creamy juices as he pinched her clit and felt her begin to shake. Inserting two fingers into her hot, wet cunt, Steven pumped them in and out as her muscles clamped down on them. Her orgasm gripped his fingers, and with his other hand, he smacked her ass several times—full strength.
She screamed and came again, harder this time, on his hand.
She kept screaming, shouting, her voice blissful, "Ah! Yes. Ooh!"
His heart leapt joyfully—yes, he was fairly sure she was a sexual masochist!
Definitely no normal woman would have taken the amount of pain he'd dished out on their first time. Even Denise would have a lot of trouble accepting it all. Avril’s flesh would have been shocked by his onslaught, and yet she'd taken it all. His cock throbbed hard in his pants, uncomfortably rubbing against the leather. Steven was sure he'd only have to gently tap it and he'd come. As he quickly untangled her, she fell limply into his arms as he lifted her off the web. He carried her over to the bed, arranging her carefully on her stomach. Steven began rubbing arnica cream all over her back and the tops of her legs where he'd hit her, all the while telling her how proud he was.
Her skin was hot to his touch and vivid red as he massaged the cream into her. Steven selfishly hoped there would be a few bruises to remind her of what he'd done. Once he finished he draped a blanket over her, settled alongside, then pulled her close. She hadn't spoken, her eyes glazed as she sank far into sub-space, and Steven was satisfied. It would be interesting to hear what she had to say when she came back to earth.
Steven felt comfortable with her in his arms. She fitted perfectly. At one point she stirred and snuggled in tighter. Steven couldn't help himself, and he kissed her neck, her face.
"Such a beautiful little kitten. So brave."
When he felt her sigh and knew she was coming back down, he kissed her head softly again.
He felt her tense. Now she'd figure out she was half naked still, and she'd think about the things that had happened. Would she run?
"Welcome back, Kitten."
She pushed herself off his chest and blinked a few times, trying to remember.
"What? I. What happened to me?"
"Here drink this juice and I'll tell you."
Picking up a glass that he’d placed earlier on the table alongside, he watched as she drank most of the juice, then stared at him.
"You have experienced what we call sub-space. It's when your body gets flooded with endorphins and adrenaline. Makes you feel super good and more often than not, you are on such a natural high, you're so very relaxed that you simply drift off to sleep."
"Oh."
She moved slightly, widening the distance between them as she took in his words.
"It is part of the reward I guess you could say. Orgasms and a natural high."
"I … it was."
She appeared a little confused as he put a hand under her chin and lifted her head, making sure they had eye contact.
"Tell me the truth. Was it all you hoped for?"
She blushed, and he really liked that about her.
"Um, yes."
"I can assure you there is no chance you are frigid."
That blush deepened, and she dropped her head.
"Avril, look at me. Honestly, it's nothing to be ashamed of. You are an exciting woman who reacted to her desires."
He had to strain to hear her voice as she whispered, still keeping her head downcast, "It's embarrassing, Sir."
"Why on earth should it be? I enjoyed it immensely. I'm sure you did as well. We both consented to do it, so please don't spoil it by feeling guilty."
She nodded, then after a few moments lifted her gaze back up at him.
He could see determination written on her face as she said, "You're right. I … I did enjoy it, Sir."
He smiled warmly at her. He'd love to kiss her passionately, love to suck on those amazing tits of hers and bite them until they bruised. Instead, all he could do was smile. They were strangers, albeit they'd shared some extremely intense moments, but strangers still and her permission hadn’t been extended to kissing and fondling.
On top of that he didn't want to push her any further on this first time. He could see she wanted to leave, her memories now filling her head, and she needed time to sort through her feelings. To accept the way her body had reacted, the knowledge that she wasn't sexually frozen.
"I'll get your clothes."
He left the bed and gathered up her panties and the black dress. Going back to her, he passed them to Avril. She clenched the blanket tighter and grabbed them.
"Bathroom over there." He pointed and almost laughed as she scurried timidly off the bed and into the room.
Steven took the time to rearrange himself. His cock was damn uncomfortable. He considered using one of the unattached subs later, but it simply wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be Avril. No, he'd put up with it until he got home, then a shower and a hand job would take care of it.
She came out hesitantly. Steven held out a hand and, fortunately, she took it.
"Avril, I enjoyed this evening immensely. I hope you did, too."
"I did, Sir."
"No need for sirs now, our playtime is finished. Tell me how you feel?"
"Weird. Kind of, I don't know. Chilled out I guess."
"You aren’t sad, don’t want to cry?"
"Hell no!"
"Excellent. Tomorrow night we'll discuss things further. I'll meet you in the lounge area at seven."
"Thank you."
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Steven walked her out to the entrance of the ladies’ lounge area.
"You're sure you’re okay?"
"Yes. I think I’m really good."
"Perfect. Goodnight, Avril."
"Goodnight, Sir."
Chapter Six
All day Sunday it felt as if Steven were walking on thin ice. Too many thoughts were churning around in his mind. He kept wondering if Avril would be there that night or would she change her mind once she'd had time to think through what had happened. When he drove to Silk Rope in the evening his stomach was knotty, upset, and he wished he hadn’t eaten, even though it was only a light snack. He honestly couldn't remember feeling this way about a woman before. There was actually something very special about Avril, and he couldn't wait to see her again. She'd been in his thoughts all night and all day.
Carrying his bag upstairs to the room he'd booked, Steven then went back to grab a fruit juice while he waited, unsure how this evening would unfold. Would she come? Finally, after seven the phone behind the bar rang, and Scott answered it, then nodded to Steven as he hung up.
"Your playmate has arrived."
Steven couldn't explain the sudden rush he got at Scott's words. He nodded his thanks, quickly finished his drink then walked swiftly to the foyer.
"Good evening, Avril."
"Hello."
She wore a simple dark green dress that brought out the highlights in her lovely big green eyes, eyes that at the moment were filled with apprehension and maybe a little desire. She'd obviously checked in—no shoes or bag, and Steven felt the need to take a deep breath and expel it, realizing he'd been on tenterhooks wondering if she'd come.
"Shall we?"
"Yes, please."
He led the way through the foyer, the lounge area, then up the stairs to the room he’d reserved earlier. Opening the door, he stepped aside to allow her entry, then flipped the occupied card and shut the door. She had stopped in the center of the room, and Steven walked up to stand close behind her. He could smell the shampoo she used—coconutty, as well as the light perfume, something citrusy. For some silly reason it reminded him of the “Lime in the Coconut” song. He took another deep breath, enjoying the scents, then whispered.
"Tell me how you feel about last night?"
"Last night?"
"Yes, now you've had time to think about what had happened."
"I-it…"
He walked in front of her and could easily see the embarrassment on her face, but he had to know how she felt. If there were the slightest hint of regret or remorse then he would tell her no more.
"Avril, it is vitally important that we discuss this. I don't want to hurt you in any way. If you think it was too much or you’re unsure about any part of it, you must let me know. Honesty between people is important, always is, but in this world, it is vital. People can get hurt because they aren't forthright and open."
She took a deep breath.
"I liked it. I liked it all. It … it shocked me. I never thought I would ever get very aroused, and very excited. I mean, I kind of did but didn't. I can't really explain it."
"Did I hurt you?"
"Yes. No. I don't think you did. I." She cocked her head trying to find the right words. "It hurt, I won't lie." She gave him a little rueful type of grin. "It hurt me a lot, more than I ever imagined."
"Was it too much for you? Did you at any time want to stop?"
She shook her head, "Yes. No. This is very hard to explain."
"Try, Avril. Tell me."
He could almost see her thoughts churning through her mind. He waited as she tried to go through them, tried to articulate.
"At the start, in the beginning, I wanted to scream red, but I hung in. I can remember thinking ‘I have to try, I have to know’. Then after maybe a dozen hits everything changed. It shocked me because the more it hurt, the more I wanted it, too. With every strike I got more and more excited. I didn't want you to stop. I actually wanted it to hurt more, if that makes sense."
"Thank you. Yes, I understand, and I do know this is hard for you to speak openly about it."
She replied with a little grin. "Hell, you're not kidding."
"But you do understand the reason?"
"Yes. Yes, I do. I can see if I gave you the impression that I wanted more but really didn't, then I could get hurt or it could turn me completely off."
"That's right. If you decide to continue with this after tonight you'll find it will become easier to talk things through."
"I guess it will."
"So tonight. Tonight, we'll explore things a little more."
He noticed her face change as if she was worried about something.
"Am I weird?" she blurted out, and Steven laughed.
"If you are then I am, too, and so are millions of other people who live in the lifestyle. No, Avril, you're not weird. You merely have different needs, that's all. As I have different needs and thankfully both of our needs mesh together perfectly."
"Oh. I think I understand. For a moment I thought I was odd."
She gave him another tiny grin, and his heart did this funny double beat.
"For the final time I’m going to ask if I have your permission to continue in every way."
“You have.”
“Then remove the dress.”
She reached behind to unzip it, then let it pool on the ground around her feet before stepping from it. Tonight, she wore a sexy black set of underwear with tiny sparkles. The fabric was transparent, and her ample curves made his fingers itch. He would love to kiss every part of her—from her toes to her hair then start all over again. He wanted to see her body glowing red and burning hot from his flogger. He wanted to see her tender flesh covered in angry welts from his crop. He wanted to mark her body as his, to bite and hit until she'd bruised all over with his ownership.
Damn!
His cock had grown with every thought and now pressed agonizingly against his trousers. This woman was turning him inside out, and he hadn't even struck her tonight. She stood silently waiting as he gathered himself. It wouldn't do to strike her until he was under complete control. After a few more deep breaths, he stepped closer to her. Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted.
Gruffly he said, "You've earned fifteen with my hand. You've forgotten to give me my title tonight."
Her mouth formed a perfect circle, and then she whispered, horrified, "Sorry Sir."
He walked to the couch and sat then patted his knees. Hesitantly, she came toward him then draped herself over them. He rubbed her ass cheeks through the thin fabric before lifting a hand and bringing it down hard on her flesh. She gasped.
"Count, Avril."
"One … one, Sir."
"Better."
He landed the next four in quick succession as Avril screamed loudly with each strike. She squirmed against his legs, trying to lessen the blows. A few times she tried to cover her ass with her hands, but by the time he'd reached ten, her voice had turned husky, her screams to groans, her body melting into each hit. The next five had Steven feeling the discomfort of having his cock erect and pressing tight against her body. Her body was tantalizingly close, teasing at his dick, making him wish she, and he, were naked. When he stopped she was moaning, panting and he heard her murmuring.
"More," she moaned very softly. He could barely hear her.
He slipped her panties down and struck the gorgeous round globes of her ass four more times—simply because he could. Her arousal scent was very strong in his nose, sweet and enticing, exciting him more, as he slid his fingers between her legs. She moved them apart for him, and he ran them up and down her sodden slit then lifted his fingers to his mouth.
She tasted like honey, and now it was him who wanted more. He wanted to watch her scream and squirm as her orgasm overtook her. Dropping his hand once more to the hidden slit, he pushed two fingers inside. They slipped in as if her channel was made only for them, and with his thumb he pressed against her clit.
He pushed harder against her clit and at the same time bit down hard on her shoulder. She screamed and writhed as her cunt clamped tightly onto his fingers. It pulsated and throbbed as her body shook, even reaching through to his cock pressed against her. It was as if her cunt would never let go of his fingers.
After allowing her a few minutes to recover Steven stood, lifting her easily, and, setting her on unsteady feet, he pushed her toward the spiderweb. Making her lie face down he picked up the restraints and cuffed her wrists to the frame. He forced her legs apart and bound them with the cuffs
Damn that bra's in the way.
Worried the hooks may cut her flesh when he hit, Steven unhooked the bra then began flogging her until her back began to turn pink and she was moaning loudly. He doubted she even realized the bra was undone as he plied the flogger up and down her body, admiring the way her flesh glowed.
Walking around the front of her, Steven stared carefully into her face then examined her body language. Yes, she could certainly take more. So, merely because he enjoyed it, he pushed the front of her bra down and pulled hard on both nipples. Her responses were all he could hope for and more. Her mouth slackened, and her eyes dilated more, her breathing heavy. She was heading into sub-space already as he tugged her nipples until they hung through the webbing. Then Steven hit them hard with the flogger.
She mewled as he reached between her legs and twisted the bead of her clit. That was all she needed as she screamed and writhed through another climax before shutting her eyes, her whole body drooping. Steven quickly unbound her and carried her to the bed. Once there he rubbed cream onto her body before wrapping his arms around her and holding her close after first unzipping his fly to give his cock a little relief.
He could lie this way forever—she was really a delightful handful in his arms—but gradually he felt her come back and felt her body stiffen as she must have guessed she was completely undressed.
"My clothes! Oh my God, I'm naked."
"Relax, Kitten. I was worried if I hit your bra, the hooks would dig into your body and perhaps cut it."