She says nothing--she’s learning quickly--but the way she watches me and hangs onto my every word says enough. She wants what I’m promising. She wants it so bad it probably hurts. And she’s going to get every last thing I said and more.
“Take off your clothes,” I snap. “No, slowly,” I say when she starts hastily trying to get her top off. “And I want you to look me in the eyes while you undress.”
She swallows visibly, bringing her fingers to what remains of the top of her dress after my hack-job and slides her shoulder out. I inhale sharply, eyes drawn to the way the simple movement of her clothes reveals so much more of her supple tits. She watches me with a mixture of uncertainty and arousal, eyes wide and lips parted. Her hands move shakily, stripping her clothes free piece by piece, until she’s left in nothing but a simple pair of black panties and a bra. She unclasps her bra and lets it fall.
Her tits are the perfect size, and I catch myself leaning forward, drawn to them so powerfully I almost ruin the moment by giving into my temptation, but I wait. I know the reward for both of us will be sweeter if I can maintain control, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.
“Come. Stand right here,” I say, pointing to a spot directly in front of me. “Turn your back to me.”
She obeys me beautifully so that she’s standing in front of me and all I can see is the smooth skin of her back, the gentle curve of her hips, and that glorious ass that’s just begging to be punished but still hidden from me by her panties.
“Panties off,” I command.
She hooks her thumbs through the elastic and bends down at the waist, thrusting her bare ass right into me. I sigh with pleasure at the feeling, biting down hard with the difficulty of restraining myself.
“Very good,” I say.
“See this?” I ask, motioning to the St. Andrew’s Cross, which is a padded wooden frame in the shape of a narrow “X”. There are hooks for restraints at the top and bottom of both points of the “X”, as well as restraints on the side where the two beams cross.
“Yes,” she says.
“Sir,” I say. “You will refer to me as Sir when we’re in private. Am I clear?”
“Yes, sir,” she says.
I motion for her to stand in front of the device. She does as I ask without so much as a word of protest.
“No,” I say. “With your back to me.”
She hesitates a split second before turning around and giving me the view I need. My eyes trace the curves from her shoulders, down her back, to the most mouth-watering swell of her hips and that perfect, round ass.
She has no idea what’s coming or how much she’s going to love it.
9
Lysa
Leo stands behind me fully clothed and I’m completely naked. It doesn’t seem fair, but I’ve already learned not to question him. The atmosphere in the room has been electric ever since I told him I would try this--like the faintest spark could set off an explosion. In a moment like this, it’s impossible to dwell on the rest of my life. Even guilt doesn’t manage to pierce through the haze of excitement and anticipation I feel right now.
I know my mom’s out there by herself right now and I’ve got about twelve things I should be doing for class. I even have to wake up early tomorrow for work, but it feels distant now, like a dream. My mom would want me to enjoy myself… I just have to keep telling myself that. In fact, I’d even venture to guess she’d approve of me trying this with Leo, because I could’ve let him become another “as soon as.” Maybe I was listening, after all.
Leo’s hands on my hips silence my wandering throughs. His body presses into mine from behind, breath hot on my neck.
“Put your hands up and spread your legs, pet,” he says in a voice like hot iron, so full of command and the promise of punishment that resistance is impossible.
I do as he says, waiting for his next order, his next touch, just waiting. And already I feel it. I feel the thrill of giving in, of giving myself over to him and letting go. The release of control is as pure a bliss as an orgasm, and he’s barely even put his hands on me yet.
Within seconds, he has bound my wrists to the cross, clamping soft leather cuffs over my wrists and ankles, then yanking on the slack from behind the cross until a gentle pressure anchors my feet down and stretches my arms up.
“You’re probably expecting me to fuck you now,” he says calmly. “Maybe you think I’ll finger you first. But that’s what you’d like, isn’t it, pet?”
“No, sir,” I say, feeling more than a little confused.
He chuckles, but there’s no humor in his tone. “You think you’ll use reverse psychology on me? Is that it?” His hand slides up my thigh lightly, making me jump. I feel the heat of my pussy against his fingers and the slickness of my arousal as he pulls his hand back. He moves beside me, holding up his wet fingers for me to see.
“If you don’t want me to fuck you, then why are you so wet?” he asks.
“I want it,” I admit. “Sir,” I add quickly.
He nods, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. The casual way he does it sends a shockwave of heat through me. Holy shit. As he walks away, I think I see the hint of a smirk pulling at his mouth, but he walks out of my line of sight before I can say for sure.
“You earned yourself a punishment to go with your deprivations for lying.”
He pulls a lever near my waist and the entire contraption bends forward at a hinge near the center of the “X” shape, forcing me to move with it until it clicks to a stop and I’m in a bent over position.
“No comfort,” he says.
He slips a black mask over my eyes next. “No sight.” Last, he tugs on the chains at my wrists and ankles. “No escape. Three deprivations.”
Goosebumps prickle across my back. He’s right about one thing. If I had a sudden change of heart at this point, I’d be completely at his mercy to let me go. I’d have to hope he had the self-control to stop if I say the safe words. But I’m not there yet. Surprisingly, I don’t think I’m even close.
“Now it’s time for your punishment.”
My body tenses at the word. Punishment draws up images of bloody lashes and welts, of tears. I’m willing to try this. I felt crazy when I told him I’d do it, but I thought back on my life and all the times I’ve passed on opportunities that seemed too wild or too out of my comfort zone. All the “as soon as” moments I let pass me by. I now realize when I look back, I regret passing up almost every one of those opportunities. I regret the simple, run-down life I’ve already started to shape for myself at such a young age, and I know if I pass up this chance with Leo, it’ll be the biggest regret of my life.
I guess it still remains to be seen if I just traded my biggest regret for my biggest mistake.
His hand touches my back softly, but the sudden contact makes me jump with surprise.
“Easy, my little pet. The punishment isn’t about the pain. Not really. It’s about trust. It’s about enhancing your pleasure. It’s about us, even. I could explain to you how pain and pleasure play together, how they are really just different sides of the same coin, but I think it’ll be easier if I just show you.”
I clench my fists, fingers digging into my palms and squeeze my eyes shut tight, even though I’m already blind-folded.
I hear him walk a few steps, then I hear a soft, indiscernible sound before he walks back to stand behind me. “Feel this?” he asks.
Something brushes against my ass--leather, if my guess is right. “Yes.” I say. “Yes, sir,” I add quickly, my already racing heart kicking it into a new gear when I catch my mistake.
“This is a riding crop. In the wrong hands, it can leave a mark, even a scar. But let me assure you of one thing. I will never leave a mark on your body that lasts more than a few hours. You’ll never bleed from my punishments. The pain alone will never be enough to bring tears to your eyes. Think of a perfectly cooked steak with no seasonings. It will be enjoyable, delicious, even. But it will alway
s be a step below it’s full potential. Add some salt, and the dish is elevated to a new level. Add too much, and it’s ruined. Am I making sense?”
“Yes, sir,” I say.
“Pain, but just enough to enhance. Just enough to add the hard edge you never knew your pleasure was missing. Never too much.”
He’s already helping to relax me some. I really was picturing welts and bruises and maybe even scars. Knowing that it’s nothing permanent means I can deal with it. No matter what happens, it’s just temporary, and I can give it a try. For once in my boring life, I can try something a little wild.
Without any more warning, a sharp pain bursts into life on my ass, jolting me in my bonds. For a second, maybe two, the pain is intense, like a red-hot jab of agony, but it’s gone just as quickly as it came, dulled down to a tightness of skin and slight, lingering heat. I realize it’s nothing that I can’t handle.
I never would’ve thought being hit by a man would turn me on, but it feels like I’m alive for the first time right now, like every last nerve in my body is crying out for more--more punishment, more pleasure, more anything, as long as Leo is the one giving it. I doubt I could ever understand why being hit by him is turning me on, but I don’t think I need to understand it. Maybe I don’t even want to. I can just accept that it feels so incredibly good and I don’t want it to stop.
He presses his fingers to my pussy, drawing a gasp from me.
“So wet,” he growls. “You’re loving this, aren’t you, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
“I should punish you more, but I want to fuck you too badly to wait. There’s only one more thing I need to do before I fill you with my cock.”
I hear the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor. Another wave of heat rushes through my body and settles between my legs when I try to picture his perfect body completely naked and just inches from me--the way his cock is probably standing fully erect from his arousal.
“I need to taste you again.”
I don’t even have a second to brace myself before I feel his lips on the inside of my thighs. The thing I’m tied to is forcing my legs to be spread wide, so he has all the room in the world to work. It may not feel like the most flattering position to be stuck in, but I’m having a hard time caring about that while his hot mouth roams my legs, sending chills of hot and cold through me.
He pauses just before he reaches my pussy, letting the moment of anticipation hang in the air. When the tip of his tongue touches my clit I have to pull tight against my restraints to keep from crying out with pleasure. Just one tiny touch of his tongue feels like so much more. “Oh my God,” I gasp. “How does that feel so good?”
He chuckles, but his mouth is still against my pussy so the vibrations roll through his tongue and straight into me, forcing my eyes closed and my mouth open as I gasp.
He apparently decides it’s more important to keep eating me out than to answer, which I’m not going to complain about. He drags his tongue along my pussy, exploring every inch and fold reverently, like there’s no place too insignificant to give special attention to. My eyebrows shoot up when I feel his tongue slide into my opening. Wow. He curls his tongue as he works it inside me, twisting it and flicking it down to my clit at exactly the right moments.
My body is actually shaking after only a few minutes. The metal rings holding my restraints click furiously as I tremble. I’m overcome by an exquisite kind of claustrophobia like I’ve never felt before. All the sexual energy building up inside me makes me want to do so much--to kiss, to caress, to squeeze, to grind into him--but I can’t do a thing. The restraints and the blindfold have me completely at his mercy, completely powerless and unable to act on my impulses. I’m forced to bottle them up and try to contain them, having that extra loss of control is an excruciating pleasure in and of itself.
Being unable to let any of my impulses out seems to only enhance what I can feel. It’s like my awareness is heightened until every little movement of his lips and tongue against me feels so crystal clear I can almost see what he’s doing, even though that’s impossible. Every touch is like an explosion, a burst of white light that pools into the climax that’s just waiting to burst through me like a cannon blast.
“Please,” I gasp. It’s all I can manage. Please fuck me. Please make me cum. Please give me everything. It all blurs together into the simple imperative. Please. It seems to be a message that reaches Leo loud and clear, because I hear him stand and then I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I’m so wet by now that he’s able to slide in immediately. I expect him to take it inch by inch, but he surprises me by thrusting his cock inside me with one quick movement.
My walls are stretched almost painfully, but the sharp jab of discomfort seems to only remind me how sweet the pleasure is. Once it fades, the friction of his cock working in and out of me feels like the most wonderful thing in the world, like I’ve never truly been complete without him inside me.
“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Leo.”
He stops moving completely. “What did you call me?” he growls.
“I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “Sir. Master. Whatever you want, just fuck me. Please.” I can’t even believe how desperate I sound. No. How desperate I am. It feels like if he doesn’t let my orgasm come, I might actually explode. There’s only so much I can take.
He slaps my ass. Hard. “It’s Sir. For now,” he says in a low, threatening voice. “Am I clear?”
“Yes, sir,” I say. I squeeze my eyes tight against the sting of his slap, but like before, the pain is only temporary, and with every moment it ebbs away and the pleasure that takes its place seems more fresh, more intense than before.
He’s gripping my hips hard as he pounds into me. The sound of his body slamming against my ass must be audible even from the hallway outside. His breath is coming raggedly now and his grip is tightening. I can feel him getting closer.
A wild part of me wants him to spank me again, to punish me, to make me feel owned. “Fuck me, Leo,” I say, knowing I’m breaking the rules.
He doesn’t stop fucking me this time, the sting of his slap comes hard and fast, taking my breath away.
“Oh God,” I groan. Just like before, the pleasure ramps up to even higher levels as the pain fades. “Leo,” I say again.
Instead of slapping me this time, he takes one hand from my hip and tightens his fingers around my throat, not stopping his relentless pace even for an instant. “If you’re not going to behave, then I’m going to have to make sure you can’t talk until I’m done, pet.”
His fingers tighten until I feel a vague but very real stab of panic as I have to try harder to get enough breath. He seems to know exactly how hard to squeeze to not completely cut off my oxygen, but just enough to trick my brain into thinking he is. My lungs strain with the perceived lack of oxygen, but even so, my climax comes roaring to life.
I’ve never felt so powerless, so completely owned and dominated, and it’s the most blissful thing I’ve ever experienced. I cum harder than I ever have with his cock buried in me to the hilt and his hand wrapped around my throat, with the stinging memory of his slaps and the riding crop on my ass, and with my wrists and ankles held firmly. I lose the world for those moments. Distantly, I hear him roar like some kind of beast and I feel the heat of his cum filling me, but it’s all miles and miles away from where my mind is as I ride the shockwave of that explosion he brought me.
For what feels like both forever and no time at all, I’m lifted away from every stress, every responsibility and thrust head-first into a place where all I have to worry about is taking in one more breath and drinking in the eye-watering beauty all around me.
It makes every orgasm I’ve ever felt before seem like a candle next to the sun, like a jolt of static electricity next to a thunderbolt.
It’s only when the aftershocks are rocking through my body and my brain finally starts to function like normal again that I realize with a sense of mingled
dread and excitement that agreeing to try out being his submissive might have been a mistake, because I don’t know how I’ll ever go back to a normal relationship after this.
Leo takes great care getting me down and untying the restraints. He checks my skin wherever I was held, inspecting it closely for damage. He runs an appraising hand down my back to look at my ass, making sure there’s no welt from the riding crop. It’s a little sensitive to his touch, but he actually picks me up and carries me to the bed. “Roll to your belly, my pet,” he says softly.
I do as I’m told, feeling an entirely new kind of arousal from the intimacy of this. He gathers some kind of lotion from a drawer in the room and coats his hands before working it into my skin slowly. I bite my lip, closing my eyes as it feels like I sink into the bed from the firm but careful power of his hands.
“How do you feel now?” he asks after a while, hands still massaging me.
“Strange,” I admit. “It was different than I thought it’d be, I guess.”
“Giving up control?” he asks.
“Maybe, yeah. For my whole life there has been so much responsibility put on me. Even when I was really young. I lost my dad and now--” I cut myself off short, not wanting to go down that mental road, not right now. “It has been hard. But I had to be tough to make it through. I had to learn to take care of myself and my mom. For as long as I can remember, it has felt like I’m only holding all the little pieces of my life together by sheer force of will, like if I let go even for a minute, it’ll all come apart.
“And how did it feel to let it go?” he asks.
“Good,” I say, but I frown, shaking my head. “Strange. Scary,” I add.
He chuckles. “That’s normal. But you did very well, you know.”
“Have you done this a lot?” I ask. The question spills out of me even though part of me doesn’t want to know the answer. I don’t want to hear him say he has had hundreds of women like this before and there’s nothing special about me. Yet if I don’t ask, I know I’ll always wonder, and the answer will only ever get harder to hear.
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