by EM BROWN
“Mmm uh kuh, er?” she asked, which translated as, “May I come, Sir?”
“Come, and don’t hold it in,” he reminded her, fucking her vigorously with his fingers before pulling them out. A stream of wetness followed. He plunged his fingers back in, jerked his hand, and yanked them back out to release another stream.
She screamed into the gag and shivered atop the bed. He gently caressed her as she tried to draw large breaths through her nose, which was not as efficient as her mouth with taking in air. He watched her contract between the legs and stroked himself with his free hand.
Deciding he wanted to come again as well—it would help him last longer when he decided to fuck her with his cock later, he straddled her across the chest. He reached beneath her to unhook her bra before pushing it above her breasts. He squeezed the orbs together about his erection and began to thrust. God, how he loved using every part of her body. The friction of her silken skin against him soon had him ascending his own climax.
He would leave his mark on her, brand her as his. No one else was going to access an inch of her without his permission.
The thought drove him over the edge. He grabbed his cock and jerked himself off, shooting his cum over her breasts and collarbone. A few drops made it to her neck and chin. She looked fucking beautiful with his white semen glistening off her dark skin. He pulled the ball gag down and aimed his shaft at her mouth. She took him in and cleaned him off.
“Good pet,” he praised, then replaced the ball gig.
After zipping his pants, he retrieved a Hitachi. Turning it on, he held it to her clit. Within minutes, she was moaning anew. Cradling the wand in the V of his middle and forefinger, he inserted his middle and ring finger into her sodden slit.
“Uhhhh...” she moaned into the gag.
Holding the vibrator to her while he fucked her with his fingers, he had her close to coming for the third time tonight. He glanced at her face. She stared at him with wide, intense eyes.
May I come? they asked.
“You may,” he assented.
She threw her head back and fell into spasms. He held the Hitachi in place till she tried to scramble away from it. He turned it off and watched her as she panted. She mumbled something, but he couldn’t tell what she intended to say, if anything. He allowed her a respite as he caressed her body with his free hand, grabbing a breast, slapping it to keep her alert.
“You’re not fading on me, are you?” he asked. “We’re not even halfway through.”
He rubbed the wand over her vulva, then sank two fingers back into her pussy. This time, he felt for the floor of her vagina, strumming and bouncing his fingers off her cervix. She grunted when he grabbed her pubic bone, then groaned. He vibrated his hand, twisted his fingers, alternating between her G-spot and the cervix. She babbled something into her gag.
Withdrawing his fingers, he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her onto her elbows and knees, doggy style. He switched the Hitachi back on, cradled it in his hand once more, and sank his thumb into her. He sawed the shorter but thicker digit in and out.
“Mmm uh kuh, er?”
“What’s the magic word?” he asked.
“Pwheee.”
“Good pet. You may come.”
With his thumb, he pressed her G-spot down into the vibrator. Within a minute, she was undone, screaming, shaking, and squirting. He caressed her rump till her body had calmed and all the shivers had dissipated. As he beheld her perfectly rounded ass, he wondered that he could save the best for last.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. He stroked it to full hardness, then took out a condom from his pocket. After putting it on, he adjusted her panties to make sure he had uninterrupted entry into her pussy. He sank into her. And she felt just as marvelous as the last time. He could easily feel her heat through the condom. He would never tire of being inside her.
Slowly, he moved his hips, testing how deep he could bury his cock. Bracing himself on one arm, he reached around to play with her clit till she was fully aroused again. Then he straightened, grabbed her hips, and began a steady thrusting, occasionally throwing in a hard pounding to keep her guessing. He loved the sound of his pelvis smacking into her arse. He settled on the angle that elicited the best reaction from her.
As she became worked up, he slowed. She started pushing her arse at him, impaling herself on his cock. He allowed her to fuck him till he sensed her tiring. Holding her in place, he took over. Her grunts grew in excitement, pleading and demanding to fall apart in ecstasy. He drove her there before seeking his own end, drilling and shoving his hips into her till euphoria flooded his body like sunshine invading a dark space.
They collapsed onto the bed, both breathing hard, both perspiring. He untied the rope from the bed and pulled her into him. His cum had started to dry on her, and saliva had slid past the ball gag. He undid the gag...because she actually might need her safety word for what came next.
AFTER HAVING HER DRINK some water, Ben removed her bra and soaking panties. He left her damp nylons on and strung her up to the beam again. Next, he retrieved a remote-controlled vibrating egg, an item she was familiar with. He slipped it into her, turned it on to low, and watched her close her eyes, her body soaking up the vibration as much as possible. The low setting would keep her arousal at a nice simmer. He wrapped a silk blindfold over her eyes before fetching his single-tailed whip. He had only used floggers with wider falls with her before.
“What’s your safety word?” he asked.
“Am I going to need it?”
“I don’t know. I assume you’ve never experienced a bullwhip.”
“Uh, no,” she said with a tremor.
“This is going to deliver a sharper sting than the floggers I’ve used on you before. You ready?”
She pressed her lips together, then answered, “Yes, Sir.”
Though The Lair was good about cleaning its facilities, he surveyed the floor to make sure there was nothing that the whip could accidentally pick up. Her hair was out of the way, allowing him to strike her upper back. Since he hadn’t used this particular whip of his in a while, he practiced slicing the air, listening for when the crack occurred. She jumped every time.
Standing in front of her, he couldn’t see apprehension in her eyes, but he could sense it coming off her body. “Use your safety word if you need it.”
“I won’t. You’re going to owe me brand-new basketball courts.”
Emotion swelled in his chest. He crushed his mouth to hers, feeling as if his heart might burst if he couldn’t expel some of his feelings through her while at the same time breathing her in, melding her to him.
But he wanted her to get the basketball courts, so he stepped back behind her. He aimed for where she had more muscle and flesh, the upper back and buttocks.
The first whip made her cry out. Blindfolded, she couldn’t know when or where he would strike. He started with predictability, swinging the whip at a steady rhythm from left to right on a single plane parallel to the floor, striking her upper back. Then he began to vary the angle and the target. At the same time, he increased the setting on the egg. He walked around her so that he could land the whip on her breasts and her belly. He kept his strokes on the lighter side. Even so, her body might be sensitive to putting on clothes later. He once had a sub who didn’t want to wear clothes for two days after.
He circled back behind her. “Spread your legs.”
She did as told, then screamed when the whip landed on her pussy. He waited to see if she needed her safety word. She didn’t. He rewarded her by increasing the vibrations of the egg. When she got more advanced, he could take two whips to her.
When. It was an appealing thought—going beyond their three days, instructing her on how to become a better submissive, showcasing all that he could do with her.
“Ohhh...may I come, Sir?” she groaned.
“Come.”
He turned the setting of the egg to its highest.
; “Oh, God!” she cried out.
She writhed and squirmed, not unlike a fish flaying at the end of a hook. Her legs gave way, and she would have crumpled to the floor if she wasn’t tied to the beam.
He curled the whip. Next up: suction and suspension.
Chapter Twenty-Four
We’re more than halfway there. Hopefully.
As with the last time Ben had made her endure double-digit orgasms in a single night, Kimani had wondered if she could last that long, but her body remained aroused and ready. The single tail had stung, but it hadn’t been as bad as she had thought, except when he pussy-whipped her. The motherfucker.
But she had never felt more alive. And the orgasms had been intense. During the whipping, as her climax washed over her, she felt as if she had been lifted to a different plane of existence.
Now, suspended in air, her body cradled in rope, she was curious for what would come next. Her arms were tied behind her this time, and her thighs were forced apart, but the bondage was relatively comfortable. From the images she had seen in his playroom, she knew there were much harder positions he could have bound her in. He was taking into account that she was a beginner.
“Are you familiar with cupping?” he asked, holding a wooden box containing a hand pump and several glass cups of varying sizes.
She shook her head.
“It’s an ancient Chinese therapy used to reduce pain and promote relaxation. But we’re going to use it to increase sensitivity.”
After setting down the small chest, he eyed her pussy and selected a medium-sized cup. He applied a lubricant to the rim, then placed the cup over her vulva. He applied the pump, drawing her clit and labia into the glass. She stared aghast at how her flesh flushed from the suction. He pumped again.
“How is it?” he inquired.
“Uh...okay,” she replied. The constant tugging on her most intimate body parts felt unnatural but not painful.
He applied the pump once more. Now her flesh filled almost the entire cup. He disengaged the pump and selected a small glass tube from his kit. After applying lubricant to the rim, he fit the tube over her nipple.
Jesus.
He applied the pump, sucking the bud into the tube. He repeated the process on the other nipple.
This is crazy, she thought as she looked over her body, two glass rods protruding from her beasts and a glass dome filled with her vulva. She watched him slip a cock ring on the Hitachi, which he turned on and applied to the cup between her legs.
“Feel nice?” he asked.
She nodded.
“How did you like the single tail?”
“How would you like getting your cock whipped?” she returned.
“On its own, it’s not something I’d seek out. But mixed with pleasure, it’s a different story.”
“No pain, no gain?”
“Exactly. So, would you do it again?”
“Maybe.”
A corner of his lips curled in a small smile. “Anytime you want a whipping, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Can I get another donation? I’m sure there’s a lot that could use fixing up in that part of East Oakland.”
“You’re getting greedy, pet,” he said, but he seemed amused. “Before long you’ll have me setting up a nonprofit organization to fund all kinds of community projects.”
She smiled. “That’s a great idea!”
He passed the wand over the top of the cup. “You’d have to be my pet for a lot longer than three days.”
His gaze met hers. Would he want her for more than three days? Would she want to be his?
Focus on the present, Kimani. You haven’t even survived the first day with him yet.
Turning off the Hitachi, he set it aside. He broke the seal on the cup.
“Your pussy looks amazing,” he said, as he rubbed two fingers along the sides of the reddened flesh. “Nice and swollen.”
He passed a finger over her clit, and she shuddered violently.
Holy...
He shed his pants, put on another condom, and rubbed his cock over her engorged folds and clit. She gasped.
“Sensitive?”
“Very.”
He slapped his cock repeatedly against her clit. She groaned and squirmed in her bonds. He masturbated her with his cock, and it didn’t take long before the sensations burst into rapture. Her body convulsed and swung in the ropes. He stilled her, then adjusted the ropes so that she was suspended on her side. She felt his cock at her entry.
“Ohmygawd,” she moaned when only his tip pushed through.
“Damn,” he breathed. “Your pussy’s tighter than most arseholes.”
She was swollen on the inside, too, so his cock felt huge. She wailed when his erection went deeper.
“Breathe,” he reminded her.
I can’t.
She closed her eyes and tried to relax. She had never before felt this full. When she thought she had a handle on being stuffed, he sank more of himself into her. He thumbed her clit, lighting up the region between her legs.
“Please, Sir, may I come?” she asked. It was early, but she wasn’t sure she would remember to ask when he got going.
He chuckled. “You’re getting better and better, pet, though you did miss one.”
“Besides that first time?”
“On your fifth orgasm.”
“Which one was that?”
“You were getting a nice fucking doggy style.”
“That was when I had that gag on.”
“You were still supposed to ask.”
She looked away so he wouldn’t see her roll her eyes. Shit.
“So what’s the punishment?” she ventured, then wondered if it was better not to ask.
He withdrew, walked over to his table of wickedness, and returned with a pair of butterfly clamps joined by a small link chain.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Breaking the seal of the glass tubes, he popped them off. The nipple and surrounding area had become puffy and darker in hue. He circled his fingers around her nipple. She whimpered. Her nipples tended to be sensitive. Now they were going to be off-the-charts sensitive. She braced herself when he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over a hardened bud.
“Jesus!” she cried out, trying somehow to scramble away.
“Be a good pet,” he ordered, grabbing her breast.
He licked her again, sending a bolt through her nipple to her pussy, where a craving grew anew. He then placed his entire mouth over the area of her nipple and sucked. The force of his mouth was far greater than the cups. She practically sobbed.
When he came off, he asked, “Don’t you want to thank me for punishing you, so that you can become a better submissive?”
Hell no. But he knew that, knew that she wanted to curse him, and that was why he asked the question.
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied through gritted teeth.
He fixed one of the clamps near the outer diameter of her areola. Seeing that she seemed okay with the placement, he moved it closer to her nipple.
“Ohhhh...” she groaned.
And closer.
“Oh, fuck,” she swore.
He took his hand off the clamp, letting gravity tug at the clamp and consequently her nipple. He applied the other one.
New basketball courts, she reminded herself. New basketball courts. New basketball...
He went back to stand at her other end and slapped his cock against her still swollen pussy. The delicious sensation there partially offset the pain on her nipples. He pushed himself into her, filling her. He felt so large, so hard. But once she adjusted to the penetration, his movements, which he kept slow and gentle, began to draw pleasure. The angle was different, his cock touching her in places that hadn’t received as much attention before. It felt good. He felt good.
He always felt good.
He fondled her clit again, stoking her arousal. He thrust a little harder, a little deeper. The motion made the clamps swing, pulling more painfu
lly on her nipples, but the yearning in her pussy had gone past the point of no return. She needed and wanted release. It didn’t matter how hard he shoved, she’d take it all if only he could get her to that pinnacle of pleasure and send her over.
He grabbed her leg to leverage himself deeper, harder, faster.
“Fuck...oh, fuck,” she babbled. “Fuuuuck.”
She exploded. Her body couldn’t contain the burst of tension so scintillating, euphoric, and powerful. It felt as if her body were a live wire, the voltage going through it blowing her mind and rendering her helpless, a mess of spasms and supreme carnal bliss.
Chapter Twenty-Five
While her pussy was still swollen, he sought her ninth orgasm. Laying Kimani on the bed, Ben spooned her. He lifted her top leg to give him easier access to her pussy. He could see she was starting to tire, but she moaned when he sank his cock between her swollen folds. He cupped her breast and played with her still-sensitive nipple. She had looked fucking amazing in sideways suspension, her breasts jiggling to and fro, the clamps swinging from them, her hair coming undone.
He slid his hand between her thighs and fondled her there, his fingers brushing against his own shaft as he pistoned in and out of her. Her orgasm took a little longer to build this time, and she would have forgotten to ask for permission if he hadn’t prompted her. Her body clenched on his cock as she erupted. He slammed his hips into her, smacking his pelvis against her arse to achieve his own orgasm.
“You’re almost there, pet,” he said, brushing his lips over her ear after they had rested for several minutes. He savored the feel of holding her in his arms, her damp body still hot against him.