Once she was calm again, he brought her back, headed for the same apex he brought her to several times before. The hands on her never stilled, pleasuring her from the inside out. She was awash, flames burning, and she felt goose bumps rapidly cover every inch of her. The water was cooling quickly, and Charyn leaned back to run more, filling the tub within inches of flooding over. She let him position her, carefully scooting forward, his sparsely dusted chest cupping her back. Now they faced the mirror dead-on.
The direct view provided by their reflections made the scene that of voyeurs, and not just that of participants. The best part of the scene in the glass was their faces. Watching her own rapture overtake her was splendid, her mouth slack and eyes wide. Charyn’s posture screamed dominant. Every exposed inch of skin was his playground, and nothing was left sacrosanct under his hands. She saw every part he stroked, and the double assault on her senses left her impatient to see herself peak. He moved her closer to the tub ledge, jets spurting. The liquid pressure engulfed the lips of her pussy, peeled wide open to expose her already sensitive clit. She cried out, jerking away, then back for more. His cock rested just beneath her cunt, and she knew the only barrier Charyn had from taking her right now was the strength of his word. She felt Charyn stroke his hard cock one-handed along the supine curves of her spine. The other he used to keep her spread and positioned in front the water jet. She kept attempting to run, slinging her hips from side to side, the force of the water too much to handle.
Makenzie was losing her mind, one function at a time. The water stole her senses, Charyn’s hands stole her breath, and the last orgasm her reason. The current orgasm being forced on her was taking her sight, the world blurring out around her. When she came to, Charyn was there, the only tether holding her to earth. He sat up and resumed the bath, washing himself in quick scrubbing strokes. He finished, and Mak was still elsewhere, mind lost in the afterglow. She leaned half-in, half-out of the tub. She knew that she needed to sit upright, but the pleasure and whiskey did a number on her coordination, and her limp muscles refused to contract. When she raised her head from the tub edge, she saw him reflected behind her. All glorious male seated behind her on his knees. He towered over her, a conquering Poseidon.
Makenzie wanted to touch him, yet she was a supplicant. She ogled him, cock still rock hard, the head an angry purple plum. The water god behind her stood, sluicing water, rivulets pooling back to where they came from. He climbed out first, tying a bath sheet at the hip. Then he tugged her out of the water, wrapping her in a robe matching the bath sheet. Both were soft white cotton banded in a green at the hem. The robe’s thick fibers siphoned the excess moisture from her, quickly drying her skin. He sauntered the short distance to the bed and sat her at the edge. To her right lay a crisp white large men’s dress shirt. She looked askance at the shirt, wondering what it was for.
Charyn must have noticed the confused look on her face and responded, “It’s for you to cover that luscious body. Otherwise I’m going to break my promise. We will sleep naked tonight, but until then, you can wear this.” He handed her the nearly fastened dress shirt. Mak pulled on the shirt over her head, torn between refusing him and the desire to please. She had to roll the cuffs several times, and the shirt swallowed her whole. But beneath the garment she was fully bare, and the sensation of being wholly covered yet exposed left her panting.
* * * *
Charyn, after seeing her wear his shirt, wished he left her naked. The shirt turned her from Makenzie to his possession after she donned it. Excited by the claim of possession the garment implied, he unbuttoned the front, taking his time with each of the fastenings.
Makenzie had no idea how beautiful he found her. She was the color of fresh bread and just as warm. Never in his life did he think to meet someone like her. Hell, he didn’t even know people like her existed.
“But I just put it on!” Makenzie cried out, laughter underlying the words.
“Your master wishes it.” His response was sparse and honest. “I had to see you again.”
“Charyn, I’m right here.”
“Not almost naked.”
“You have no sense.”
“Not when it comes to you.”
He pulled her closer to him, feet first. When she reached the edge, he released her ankles. Kneeling, he pulled her close and held her. She was holding him close, too, grasping him with greedy arms.
He loved the fact she was so innocent. Not that she was a virgin, but how she seemed surprised each time he made her come. As if she had no idea how she ended up peaking, as if she didn’t expect it.
Charyn was going to show her some of the finer points of submission tonight. First, they were starting with a spanking. It wouldn’t take much for her to earn additional punishment. His lady had sass in spades. Her mouth was a quick draw, but she would find out that he held all the cards.
“Makenzie…”
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”
“Are you ready to go to bed?”
“With you, yes.”
“I think you need to come first.”
“Really, isn’t that a bit much? I already came at least three times today.”
“Just three? Oh well, let me rectify that.”
She licked her lips, and he could see she was contemplating what a fourth, fifth, or tenth orgasm at his hands would feel like. He could give her as many as she could stand. Maybe he could give her even more than that, forcing her to peak until she broke down and used her safe word.
“Please, Charyn, I can’t.”
“Are you using your safe word, Makenzie?” Charyn saw the small smile, and liked startling her.
“No, I just…”
“Just earned your first punishment.”
“I didn’t do anything!” Yes she did. If she wanted to flap her lips, she needed to be prepared to have her ass spanked, Charyn thought.
“You’re here and mine to do with as I wish.” With that statement, Charyn motioned her to stand. He sat down in her vacated spot at the corner of the bed, placing her face down on his lap.
He methodically rolled her borrowed shirt above her waist, telling her, “You are going to receive twenty swats, and you must count out each as they are received. Don’t think to come yet, either.” She better not. Charyn swore to himself if she came during her spanking he was going to tie her hand and foot for the rest of the night.
Mute, she nodded.
His hands roamed her soft ass, stroking the entire fleshy mound as if nothing were amiss. He rubbed her as if he wasn’t going to smack her round ass sore and purple. The shudders that vibrated over the shivering skin made him smile. He was willing to bet money she would come before he was done and earn more discipline at his hands. That was just fine by him.
Something deep inside Charyn wanted to see her in bondage. Not just by rope and chain, but bound by his will. She was a natural to submission, a people pleaser. Makenzie needed someone to validate she was a good girl, and he was the only man for the job.
* * * *
Makenzie was impatiently waiting for the first strokes of her punishment. She didn’t know why she was so hard up for her chastisement, but this man could do anything to her and she would let him. Heck, she might even beg him for more of it. For some reason she was needy for his attention. Anything goes, as long as he was the one dishing it out.
Charyn’s first strike was firm, just a hint of bite licking at her right cheek.
“One.” As she counted out, he gave her a second and third. Each blow to her quivering ass heated her womb to clenching, and forced her clit to toil over his firm thighs. The successive blows all increased in strength, her taking each, her body arching into his hand, asking for more.
By the eleventh, she begged him for the next, “Please…please.”
“Please what, Makenzie?”
“God, Charyn…More!”
“You love this don’t you?”
“Yes…” She did. No other experience in
life came near to these sensations.
Makenzie bowed her head. She was confused. She never enjoyed being spanked as a child, not that she knew anyone who did. Or that would admit it aloud. What was different now? The answer was simple, him. He made even a normal experience novel and fresh.
Her toes were curled down and fists clenched trying to stave off the impending peak. When she reached the final stroke, a tear trailed her face and dripped to the covers below.
She may have been victorious in the war against her own body, but she was so close she hurt. Makenzie was more than ready for all of him and wished he never made the foolhardy promise to her. She’d rather have him now and pay the piper later.
Charyn turned her to face him, cradling her in his arms. He stood, going to the bathroom and back, small bottle in hand. The bottle contained warming oil, which he used liberally on her abused buttocks.
“This oil will take some of the sting from your spanking. But you will still feel it when you sit down. That’s the point of punishment.”
“Oh…” Makenzie was beyond speech.
“Your skin takes beautifully to sensual pain.”
“Uh…Thanks?” her voice croaked. “Although, I guess I will have to take your word for it.”
“Trust me. You would make a stone man hard.”
Now that she had her first real taste of sexual corruption, Makenzie thought she could become addicted. She was strung out on Charyn and hooked on numerous orgasms promoted by cunnilingus and deviant x-rated penalties.
Makenzie wanted to curl up catlike in his lap so he could pet her until she fell asleep. That alone let her know that she was getting in way over her head. But she couldn’t for the life of her walk away. Not from him, and not yet. She had walked away from much in life, and the thought of not feeling like this every night hurt even in theory.
She just didn’t want to be that woman, had fought her whole life to not need someone else to complete her. Makenzie had longings, desires, and pent-up frustration just like any other woman. But that didn’t mean that she had to be a slave to them. Or debase herself for a man, even though that is what she truly wanted. Makenzie saw herself easily being his possession, toy, or shameless wanton, if it took that. There were worse ways to spend her time than residing in orgasmic bliss with him. Indeed.
Makenzie still felt his hands rub her sore bottom, kneading her swollen flesh. She gratefully accepted the caresses. Ass sore, she felt limp and slightly satisfied, even though she didn’t come. It was strange how fulfilled she felt. As if she served a necessary purpose. The only thing she was lacking was the coup de grace. The finishing touch of release sparking through her veins to cherry-top the sexual sundae she’d glutted on tonight.
* * * *
The sight Makenzie presented him, with ass up, red, and glistening with oil, made his cock harder than when he spanked her. He wished he was inside her when he slapped her cheeks, so her juices wouldn’t have gone to waste and lubricated him to a quicksilver orgasm.
At least he could eat her again, though, and retrieve some when she came. Mind settled, Charyn rolled her over, stuffing her with two greedy fingers, adding a third a moment later. He dove in, sucking, opting to eat her whole. Showing how much of a connoisseur he really was, he sucked her outer labia in his mouth.
Next, he split the ripe fruit of her sex with a pointed tongue. When he reached her swollen cherry of a clit, his lips suctioned her, garbled sounds leaving her. The moans were guttural, primal in their tone, no words able to describe the need riding his lover. He opened his mouth wide, licking her opening and his own hand, salted with her juices. She begged him for more, so he took the hand stroking his cock and added one more digit to her weeping pussy. The fourth finger sent her so close to the peak, her body seized in an arch. He removed the finger, and Makenzie whimpered.
He stroked the finger south, rubbing her perineum, and then headed for the rosebud below. He pressed his finger against her, using the contractions of her impending orgasm to expand her virgin anal passage. He sank to the first knuckle and, as she pleaded for more, sunk to the next. When he gave her the digit’s full length, she went mad, screaming his name. He watched her, eyes on hers as she came. His mouth sucked the cream from her, using his fingers to funnel her nectar into his waiting lips.
Charyn saw Makenzie was flirting with unconsciousness. He hoped that the pleasure he lavished on her wrung her soul into a wet, shuddering heap. Her eyes were glazed, not to mention clouded and unfocused. He was deaf. The only sound he heard was his heartbeat, pounding through his chest.
“Charyn.” Her weak voice carried a tremor. He was still crouched before her, face down in her pussy.
He lifted his head away, lips curled. “Yes, Makenzie?”
Her darting eyes and blushing skin cued Charyn to the fact that she was nervous and barely could voice what she wanted to herself, let alone aloud for him. Then Makenzie used one lank hand to motion him next to her with the universal “come here” sign. Charyn crawled up the sheets until he reached her lips. He cocked his ear by her mouth, waiting patiently.
Charyn knew Makenzie wanted him, but he wanted her more. The feast of pure pleasure he’d served her broke through the hesitation and made her whisper, “Charyn, please, I need you.”
His eyes heated, he asked, “What do you need?”
“You. Your cock.” The words were faint, shallow as her breath.
“When I asked you to come here, I gave my word and will not break it. I will make sure you are fully pleased tonight. Ask after sunrise, and I’ll give you all of me. Every inch I have.”
She moaned in response, a begging sound, and he stripped the towel. Makenzie was ogling his shaft, so close to her lips, and he found himself mesmerized by the pure lust in her eyes. He looked down at his cock, granite hard and hanging low on its own weight. Makenzie reached out and she grasped his hot pillar of flesh, teasing him. He hissed, jerking away as if burned. His voice, even to his ear husky and rumbling, vibrated against her auricle.
“If you touch me, I’ll take you. You stole what little control I had over myself when you almost came during your spanking.”
“You’re killing me here, Charyn…Please give me something.” Her complaint, valid as it may have been, was hard to speak of.
He looked at her hotly. “Since you like to masturbate, I want to watch you.” Charyn was willing to bet dollars to doughnuts that she would have him coming in three seconds. She was just that sensual and open.
* * * *
She was embarrassed, never having had someone watch her so vulnerable and open. But this was Charyn, and she could deny him nothing. She closed her eyes, picturing the scene at Dojo. Only this time, in her mind’s eye, it would end differently. She touched her breasts first, lingering on the nipples, beading at her touch. Moving one hand south, she encountered her moist pussy. The lips parted with a shift of her hips, the beaded juices slurping against her fingers. Mak wanted to linger in sensual limbo, so she held back. She envisioned riding Charyn, his cock filling her, gouging her to the depths. She opened her eyes, staring at the object of her fantasies.
He was watching her, his eyes blazing. His hands were busy, one tugging his balls, the other tugging at his cock. His strokes were violent, and she wanted that violence used against her. The imaginary Charyn switched his strokes within her to match the real version. She came, so fast she didn’t know it was happening until it was upon her. Her eyes never left his, and she saw the effect she had on him. She brought herself down with calming strokes over the outer lips of her sex.
Charyn bit his lip, stroking harder. His nostrils flared, reminiscent of a bull seeing red. She couldn’t help but to stroke her beaded clit again. He smiled, nodding his head, the motion asking her to continue. She stroked feather light, so as not to offend the sensitive, angry pearl. Her breath choppy, she climbed higher, and could see her lover climbing, too. They breathed in concert, eyes watching, seeking. His cock jerked, and Mak came first. Then Chary
n came, spilling, a close second. His cock spewed seed on her belly, up her chest, a burning brand.
She let Charyn draw her close, intertwining their legs and arms. He rubbed against her, chest to breast, his seed lubricating the friction of skin on skin. Mak lay still, clinging to him, gasping for her next breath. Charyn’s semi-hard cock nudged her thigh, bare inches from her heat. He took her lips, the air leaving her in a heated gasp. Rasping the head of him forward, he rubbed her pussy, Makenzie writhing beneath him. She wailed, her body taking on a life on its own.
Makenzie was crazed and knew she was unable to take any further teasing. The head of his cock stroked her secrets, dripping wet. He changed up the sensations to pull her from her plateau. Shunting his hips back, cock dragging along the bedding beneath, he shifted forward. The head of him butted her dark rosebud. He was pushing her even farther, mouth at her neck, wet suckling. She cried out, clenched the broad male shoulders above her, coming slowly. The peak lasted forever and a day.
Chapter 10:
Almost Doesn’t Count
Makenzie woke up slowly by minute degrees. When she fully woke, she was thirsty, mouth drier than the Mojave Desert. Looking to the left, she saw a glass of something wet. It was purple? Her lips cocked up, thinking of Charyn’s peculiar penchant for Kool-Aid. She reached out, but it was just a bit too far away to touch. She rolled over in a lazy motion, unsettling Charyn’s hand, still cupped around her breast. She took the room-temperature glass, chugging the contents, her thirst only partially sated.
Makenzie went to the bathroom, using the commode. Only when she finished did she notice that she was clean, none of Charyn’s seed on her chest or belly. Her shirt had been re-fastened. She smiled and, walking to the sink to wash her hands, saw a fresh toothbrush still in the package. She brushed her teeth and washed her face clean, now fully waking.
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