by Blake Haugen
“Contracts.”
“I like it!” Persephone agreed immediately.
“Alright, let’s see what I’ve got here.” Vanya rose from over her body, ignoring her whimper at the loss of his hands working on her breasts. She was rubbing her legs together, surely to relieve the ache in her pussy. He made his way to the other side of the king-sized bed where some erotic instruments were neatly laid. His fingertips moved over the array of items: broad tipped nipple clamps, a paddle made of a heavy wood, a powerful bulbous vibrator, a neatly folded length of rope, lubricant, and a medium-sized glass plug. Vanya sucked in a breath at the sight of the plug; she was giving him so much.
“What brought this on, sweetpea?” he asked, moving back to straddle her hips. He raked his fingers over her torso, glad that he could make her shiver with the lightest of touches. It did his ego well to know that she was almost as susceptible to his charms as he was to hers.
She looked away as she grinned. He could feel her body trembling beneath his fingers. He wanted her so badly and as much as he wanted to just stuff his dick inside her and hammer away, he waited.
“Umm…”
“Hey, look at me. I know it took a lot for you to even think about doing this, so I want you to know that we can’t do anything wrong. There’s no judgment here, babe.”
“Okay,” she faced him, sighing heavily, “thank you for that. I needed that. I also think it’s kind of funny that we’re having this conversation while I’m cuffed to the bed.”
“Right?” he chuckled lightly.
“Yeah. All right. Where to begin? I guess we’ve been kind of tiptoeing around this for a while. I mean, I know you like kinky porn and the sex we had at Andrew’s house was –”
“Amazing.”
“That’s an understatement. It just felt really right. I watched this video on this toy site and now that I think about it, it would have made more sense for me to show it to you before we got started, but whatever. It got me so hot. I was like, ‘Yeah, I can do this!’ So, I bought this stuff. What better way to ring in the New Year?”
“What was the video?”
“Basically a how-to. It’s just common sense. Like, don’t hit my eyes, the back of the neck, or ears, or my nose. Give aftercare. Don’t hit joints and the spine. Watch out for injuries. Be sure to ask about hitting the face. Don’t hit my face, by the way.”
“Yeah, good, noted; but I didn’t even know you wanted me to hit you. Do you want me to hit you?” he asked hesitantly.
“No! Well, yeah… I mean, I want to get spanked and I want to get called names. I liked that, and I want to do it again. I mean, I thought you might have done it before from the way you took charge last time. We’d never done anything terribly kinky before that, so I assumed that you had.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah… ”
There was a lapse as they acknowledged the existence of his previous lovers and waited to take the plunge themselves. Vanya could feel the heat of her pussy through his pants and by the way she squirmed under his touch he could tell their conversation had done nothing to dampen her desire. She was ready, and he was ready to oblige her.
“Well, you should call me ‘Sir,’ sweetpea. And if you want to get spanked, you’re going to have to earn it.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied immediately. She chewed on her lip and shuddered as he removed his body from hers again.
Rather than undo his belt, Vanya simply unzipped his pants and freed his cock after a little maneuvering. It stood at attention, pointing directly to Persephone. At its base, the paleness of his skin gave way to veiny redness. He sat on his knees near her head. The tall, enormous bed allowed him to take such a position with comfort, space, and ease. Vanya straddled her face, slipped his fingers into the hair at the crown of her head, and pulled her mouth to his cock. Pre-come welled on the head of his dick, and he smeared it over Persephone’s full, pink lips.
“Suck it,” he commanded.
And suck she did.
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Persephone was sure this was the most turned on she’d ever been. She didn’t even enjoy giving head that much, or, at least she’d thought she didn’t. That was before she met Vanya; now she knew how a gorgeous, tasty cock and the right guy could change a girl’s mind. They were doing it more and more often, and many times at her urging.
Her tongue laved over his head and she took him in and out of her mouth repeatedly. Every now and then she was rewarded with one of his grunts and a jerk of his hips. His cock would make its way to the back of her throat, and he’d pause to ask if she was okay. She’d reassure him and they’d resume their slow, deep rhythm, with Persephone raising her torso to take as much of his cock as she could.
“Damn, sweetpea, suck that cock. Oh, my god,” Vanya moaned, lifting his gaze to the ceiling.
Persephone smiled around him, tasting traces of salt. She began to suck harder and faster, deciding she’d love to snatch control and make him come down her throat. She was nearly successful, but Vanya pulled away and slowly regained command of his breathing. She felt smug as he unstrapped the cuffs restraining her. She was proud that she had managed to make him sweat so early in the game.
Vanya massaged her wrists gently and she felt conflicted about telling him whether to stop or not. On one hand, she felt just fine and was excited to move along in their play. On the other hand, she relished the feel of his large hands moving so delicately on her body.
The decision was taken from her when he yanked her up into his arms. Vanya fisted her hair again, crushing her to him for a forceful kiss. Persephone reciprocated, tasting his tongue and clasping her legs around his hips. He kissed her until her aggression matched his own and then tore his mouth away.
“Mph,” she complained.
“You want to get spanked, sweetpea? Huh?” Vanya questioned, throwing her over his lap. “I can spank you.” He teased her yet again, this time rubbing his hand along her naked ass cheeks and upper thighs. The contrast between the feeling of his touch on her tight stockings and her bare derriere was exquisite. There was no telling when his hand would strike and she squirmed in anticipation.
“Stay still,” Vanya commanded. He placed his left arm firmly against her back to restrain her. Persephone stopped and clutched onto the sheets. Slowly, she edged her knees closer to his lap. As a result, her ass rose higher in the air and exposed her weeping pussy.
Smack! Persephone cried out in pain, relief, and arousal. Before she could recover, his hand came down on her other cheek. Those first two slaps were certainly meant for punishment, but the jolts they sent to her core were pleasant after she recovered from the shock and sting. The scrapes of Vanya’s fingertips and the grabby rubs of his hands only fueled her fire. She sucked her lips into her mouth; she didn’t want to reveal her hums of pleasure.
“You think you’re cute, huh? You know what? You are. You’re my cute, little, naughty slut.” Each adjective was accompanied by a mild slap. He was warming her up for more. “I’m not going to use that paddle on you, sweetpea. You know why?”
“Why, Sir?” she moaned through her squirms.
“Because I like the way your ass feels under my hands. I like the way your brown skin gets red and hot. It’s almost like it’s covered with blush or something. I love knowing that my hand did that to you, and that I’m the only one that can do it to you.” His hands slipped from her ass to her thighs as he ran his lips over the reddened cheeks. He placed a reverent kiss against each one before dipping his face low to give a lick to her labia. Persephone jumped, cried out, and wondered how he bent that way.
“I’m going to touch your pussy, and it’s going to be your job to stay still. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said taking in a deep breath.
“Alright, we’ll see.”
His middle finger slipped to her moist folds. “Hmm, you got waxed. You knew I was going to get some of my pussy tonight. God, you’re such a good girl.”
Persephone
gasped when his digit made its way to her clit. Friction and gravity had made sure that it was already covered in her juices, and he was able to flick it with ease. She fought the need to fuck herself against his finger and sweat broke through her brow as a result of the effort.
“You’re going to give me this ass tonight, aren’t you? That’s why you got that plug and that lube.” He moved his finger, now covered in her nectar, from her pussy to her puckered anus. “Have you ever had it in the ass, sweetpea?”
Persephone simply shook her head, forgetting to answer aloud. Why was he talking so much? How could he expect her to answer when he touched her that way? It felt good! She was snapped from her reverie after he delivered an abrupt smack to her ass.
“Focus. I didn’t ask for a nod.”
“No, Sir,” she spoke up, “I haven’t had anyone there yet. I just tested a smaller butt plug myself when you were gone last weekend. I wanted you to be the first.”
“And the only?”
“Yes, the only.”
“ ‘Yes, the only’ what?”
“Yes, the only one to have me there, Sir.”
“I’m going to take your ass tonight. I’m going to come in that ass, and you’re going to love it. You’re going to beg me to do it over and over again until you can’t come anymore.”
A new wave of liquid flooded her canal at his words. They were stated as a promise. A promise of pleasure from a new experience. It relieved and excited her. Persephone was pliant as he tied her wrists together using the rope. He paused to kiss her deeply when he caught her intently staring at the knots in her bondage. When Vanya was done, he used the remainder of the length to lead her over to the headboard where he tied her to the left post. There was plenty of slack and he arranged her on all fours so that her head and forearms rested on a pillow while her ass was presented proudly. Vanya produced the silk sleep mask he wore earlier from thin air and slipped it over her eyes. It wasn’t quite what she had intended, but she wasn’t complaining. She waited impatiently as she heard him remove the rest of his clothing.
“Get that ass higher in the air,” he grunted from behind her.
Persephone was blind and felt like one big nerve. Vanya’s touches were unpredictable. Kisses and licks up and down her ass and pussy followed slaps of various paces and levels of pain. He’d demand to know whose ass this was and she yelled or whimpered his name, whichever she could manage. When she began dripping down her thighs, the coolness of lube fell on her sphincter and she started with surprise. He shushed her as his thumb lazily smoothed the liquid over and inside her tight hole.
“Relax, sweetpea,” Vanya whispered behind her. “You’re giving this to me tonight. Just relax and feel me.”
As if she couldn’t feel him! His cock split her labia, running up and down their length. Persephone tried to spear herself with his teasing cock, but Vanya would have none of it. His wet thumb began rimming her, adding to her torture.
“Please, Sir. Please may I have your cock?” Persephone begged.
“No,” he replied in a matter of fact tone and took the chance to deliver another smack to her left cheek. He fully inserted his thumb into her anus. “You get it when I say.”
When she was on the verge of coming, he stopped abruptly, removed his thumb, and ignored her protesting grumble. The pause was short and she felt the coolness of the plug’s glass against her ass. It felt cold, lubed and foreign. He slowly pushed it past her barrier and just when she was afraid it was too painful, it suddenly wasn’t. The rest plopped in with ease as if her hole just wanted to gobble it up.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” Vanya said behind her. He resumed his massage and teased her pussy lips with his cock.
“It feels different, Sir. It doesn’t hurt or anything. I just feel kind of occupied down there if that makes any sense. It feels really good when your dick taps my clit.”
“Kind of like this?” He spread her legs even wider and rapidly tapped her pussy with his left hand.
“Yes, oh, my god, yes! Yes, Sir. Fuck me!”
“Not until I decide, sweetpea. You’re forgetting who’s in charge, making demands and shit. I don’t think you deserve this, but, oh well.”
“Deserve what, Sir?” Persephone asked, scrunching her covered eyebrows in question. Her question was answered as she felt the power of the vibrator against her clit and the subsequent shock throughout her pussy and ass. She was suddenly coming all over the head of his cock, which was poised at her entrance. Electricity traveled from her vagina to her toes, then to her nipples and back again. Fuck keeping still; that was impossible. She was glad he couldn’t see her face because she was sure she drooled a little through her wails.
There was hardly any time for recovery. He simultaneously slipped his dick into her pussy and carefully pulled out the plug. Persephone whimpered and clutched the pillow as much as she was able with her wrists tied up as they were. The sound of Vanya’s chuckle behind her interrupted her afterglow. He removed the sleep mask covering her eyes and pulled out of her.
“You know what,” he said thoughtfully as he flipped her over and reentered her pussy, “I’m pretty sure I didn’t give you permission to come. And I fucking hate missing the look on your beautiful face when you come, babe.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Fuck yeah you are. I’m not letting you get away with that. You’re in for it now.” Vanya grabbed the vibrator again and taunted her. He refused to let Persephone reach her climax. Every time she was on the edge, he removed all stimulation except little slaps and pinches to her nipples. When tears began to spill from her lidded eyes, Vanya nudged his penis against her upturned ass. He slipped past her lubed anus and applied the vibrator yet again. She cried out in anger and frustration when he took the vibe away after a minute or so.
“Vanya! Now you’re just being mean!”
“That’s what you get, sweetpea,” he grunted. Persephone felt his twitching hardness seat itself fully inside her. He was losing composure; droplets of his sweat fell on her stomach and the planes of his chest were as taut and red as she had ever seen them. She longed to run her hands over his pecs, but the rope wouldn’t allow it.
“For what?” she asked, scooting closer and trying to get more of him.
“Excuse me?”
“What for, Sir?” she corrected herself.
Vanya leaned over her, snatched the nipple clamps, and applied them quickly as he began to move in and out of her ass. “For coming before I said so,” he gritted out.
Persephone just nodded in reply and felt ecstasy take over as he took her faster and faster. She shuddered and her trembling resumed as the vibrator hovered just above her clit. It didn’t touch her, but the mere expectation of contact had her fighting for control. Every single thrust he delivered resulted in the clamps tugging deliciously on her nipples. She took a deep breath and eyed him pleadingly. Vanya’s only acknowledgement of her desperation was a quick, rough kiss.
“Alright, babe, I expect excellent behavior or else we’ll do this all over again.”
“No, Sir, please! Fuck – I mean yes. I mean – uh! I’ll be good I promise. Just let me come.”
He smiled as he applied the vibrator and listened to her shout expletives as she wiggled around. Her heels beat at his shoulders and he clasped his arms around her thighs to keep her steady, still holding the device to her clit.
“Oh, damn. Yes, Sir, fuck my ass. Feels good, feels so fucking good.”
“Damn, you’re a naughty little anal wench, aren’t you? You know, only the dirtiest girls come while they get it in the ass. You like it in the ass, don’t you, sweetpea?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Tell me how much.”
“I love it. I’m your dirty girl and I want it, Sir. I wanna come so bad with your cock in my ass. Please, please let me come!”
“Please what!?”
“Please, Sir, give it to me. I need to come, Sir!”
“Such a good fucking girl,
” he leaned down, growling. “You make my cock so hard inside you and you’re gonna get my load in your ass, baby. You’re gonna get it. You’re gonna get it now. Come, Percy, come on. Come!”
Vanya gave rapid pumps to her ass and pressed the vibrator down to her clit ruthlessly. She shattered. Totally undone, she bucked wildly against him. He could barely restrain her. The orgasm was long and devastating; she felt it on her tongue. Her toes. Her scalp. She wasn’t sure if the spasms coursing through her legs were painful or wonderful. Maybe it was both.
Vanya came violently, roaring loudly and gripping her thighs roughly as he jutted home. He seemed unaware of the heels spurring his shoulders. Persephone observed the way his golden hair plastered itself to his brow. He blocked the light of the lamp behind him and was suddenly a deity before her, glowing as he claimed her.
When he spilled the last of his seed inside her, a deep shudder roiled through his body. Persephone felt it rock her legs and somehow settle in her clit. Minutes passed before either of them moved.
Once he regained some breath, he pulled out of her delicately. He removed her shoes and meticulously rolled down her stockings, softly kissing every few inches that were exposed. Still sensitive, she jerked involuntarily when his lips grazed a sweet spot. The clamps and rope were removed with the utmost care, and he massaged her wrists even more gently this time. This time she needed it.
Vanya rose over Persephone and made out with her, settling between her thighs. She barely had enough energy to pull off her gloves and keep her arms clasped around his neck. She was resolved to lock her ankles around his waist, but try as she might, her legs kept going limp at his sides.
Gradually, he began to take note of her exhaustion and released her in order to go to the bathroom. He came out and washed their mutual satisfaction from her body as was his ritual after they had great sex. She beamed; this was beyond great sex. It was just… beyond. She was enjoying his aftercare almost as much as the main event.
When Vanya finished, he lay on his side and turned her to face him. He clasped her tightly and she clung to him, not unlike a baby koala. She luxuriated in his love. She was pretty sure that’s what he was doing to her. Loving her. It was unreal and years of perfecting a disinterested poker face helped her keep it together.