“Ow, ouch, ooh.” She clenched her fists tightly beside her.
“Don’t move. Don’t cover your bottom. We’re nearly done. Good girl.”
She could speak up. She could shout out ‘amber’ and it would stop—and part of her wanted to—the part that felt tears on her cheek, the part that wanted to cover up her bottom and stop the fire escalating even more.
But another part of her enjoyed the fire, the way the flames licked down from the impact sites to settle between her thighs, into her pussy and against her clit. That part reveled in the pain, the sting that made her nipples prickle and spread the evidence of her arousal across her thighs.
She didn’t use her word. She used others, though, and sounds that weren’t words, simple, formless expressions of pain.
“No!” she cried out, once then twice.
He stopped.
“Good girl.” He was behind her, trousers pressing against her burning bottom a hand in her hair, dragging her back against him as he moved his other hand round her waist and slipped it down between her thighs.
“Oh, you were so good for me, Felicity.” He pressed his fingers down her slit, gathering the ample moisture and sliding it up to her clit. “I knew you’d be a good sub from the moment I saw you, but now I know you will make an exceptional sub.”
He rubbed her clit and she groaned, the sound conjured from her very depths, the expression of the lust that had built throughout her punishment. His hands in her hair squeezing hard, making her scalp ache and prickle forced gasps and moans from her. Her knees shook, and she let her body rest against his, scared she’d fall and he’d rip out her hair, but turned on by his forceful possession all the same. He let go of her hair then and wrapped his arm around her waist instead, holding her up and pulling her tighter to him, torturing her rump even further, the shock and sting bringing her that little bit closer to orgasm.
“Good girls get to come,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear, that sensation adding to the overload and bringing her closer to climax. “But even good girls have to ask first, and ask nicely, so don’t forget.”
She shook her head slightly, an indication she’d heard him. Felicity wasn’t sure she could formulate words, but as the rhythm of his fingers against her clit became more insistent, she worked hard to force the words that echoed in her brain to exit her lips.
“Please, Sir, can I come?”
She said the words, punctuated with pants, as she tried so desperately not to disappoint her Master. She was on the edge, and if he didn’t give his permission, she was going to be in trouble again because there was no way she could hold her orgasm back any longer.
“Yes,” he whispered, his voice gravely. “Come for me, Felicity.”
She didn’t hear him say her name as she had already surrendered herself to the pleasure burst that rippled and shook from her clit. She clenched her thighs around him, holding his fingers tightly to her as the orgasm racked her whole body with shudders. He tightened his grip on her waist, and she fell into the oblivion of ecstasy, secure in the knowledge that he would hold her up, keep her safe and stop her from plunging too far.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. She felt like she had melted into a pool of wet, sodden ecstasy. He moved his fingers against her clit and she tightened around him again.
“Just relax.”
He rubbed her clit and she shook.
“I can’t,” she gasped. “Not more.”
“You can.” He kissed her neck. The tingle of arousal shot to the point he’d kissed, the imprint of his lips seemed tattooed there. “And you will.”
He spun her around and pressed her back against the glass. She screeched and arched away from it. Samuel knelt before her, pulled the knickers from around her ankles. He held her left foot off the floor and scooted forward. She wrapped her leg over his shoulder, and he dipped his head to the juncture of her thighs and leisurely licked.
“Fuck.” She gasped, hitting her hands back against the glass. She hoped to God it was reinforced. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, as he nuzzled his face deeper into her pussy, lapping at her sensitized clit. He lifted up and she sighed with relief.
“Watch your language, Felicity. Remember you’re a lady.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She groaned, and he slipped his tongue between her slick lower lips again, her clit protesting. She wanted to grab his head and pull him away from her, but she knew that wouldn’t end well. She gritted her teeth and tried her hardest not to move and, as he licked, she found the ice-cold shots of repulsion from her clit mellow to warmth. The shocks became far more pleasurable.
Felicity dug her heel into his back, drawing him tighter to her. He responded by picking up the pace of his lapping, pausing only briefly now and then to breathe. It was too much to take in, this glorious, gorgeous man between her legs, giving her so much pleasure. She was pressed against a window, her beaten and sore arse displayed for anyone to see, and she really didn’t care.
She wanted another orgasm. She wanted to come again, and finally she was convinced she could as she shook and shuddered with every lap of his tongue against her. Each new flick sent tingles of pleasure shooting up her spine and along her extremities, bathing her whole body in bliss. Even the sharp sting of the freezing glass on her punished arse contributed to the growing ecstasy. Every time she pushed her pubis forward, Samuel would press her back, the cold sting making her gasp. The contrast of the hot prickle in her cheeks and the chilly window thrilled her.
Felicity didn’t want it to stop, but the pleasure grew and the there was no way she could stop it. Each lick, each flick of his tongue combined with the kiss of his lips, the suction of his mouth and the tickle of his beard took her ever closer to an inevitable ending.
The release, when it came, was explosive. She thought she would fall and she didn’t care because she felt so good. She screamed, bucked and shook against his face. She couldn’t believe the intensity of it. Tears splashed her cheeks as the joy burst forth from everywhere it could. When Samuel gave a further suck and lick that made her thighs clamp tightly together to protect herself. He pulled away from her then she finally fell. Felicity slid down the window, her legs unable to hold her, until she sat, thighs splayed around her Master’s kneeling form, her back pushed against the glass.
He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers. Her heavy musk clung to his face, and she enjoyed the scent and the wetness that stuck to his beard. His kiss was powerful and passionate, and her racing heart beat harder in response to his lust. She wasn’t sure what she could do, though. Moving would be a challenge, let alone anything else.
Samuel ruffled her hair and stood. “Okay, Felicity, get dressed. I’m going to take you home.”
“Your home?” she asked when the words filtered through her pleasure-addled mind.
“No, yours,” he replied, the words echoing across the room.
“Mine?” she snapped, her eyes open with shock.
“Yes, Felicity. I’ll see you back to your place, stop for a while, make sure you’re safe.”
“Oh, but—”
He just looked at her, face held sternly.
She sighed, shook her head and looked back at him.
“Yes, Sir. Can I tell you something though, please?”
“Of course, Felicity.”
“My flat is tiny. It’s in a rough block of flats and I’m very, very embarrassed to take you back there.”
“Why?” he asked, closing his laptop.
“Well, you’re…” She tried to think of how to phrase it tactfully, but since her brain was still mostly resembling custard, she said it straight. “You’re rich, Sir, and I’m very, very, oh, very poor.”
“I was very, very, very poor once.” He shrugged. “There’s no shame in that.”
“No?” She couldn’t believe him.
“No, not at all. And to be honest, I really don’t care. I just want to get you somewhere private and comfortable so I can fuck
you.”
“Oh.” She blushed. “Well, okay then.”
“Hurry up and get dressed, Felicity. Don’t make me wait.”
“Yes, Sir, or do I mean no, Sir? Oh, God, I’ll just get dressed, Sir.”
Samuel laughed deeply at Felicity’s flustered words, and she pushed herself up to her feet. It took her a while to find all her clothes and even longer to remember how to put them on. She was still nervous about taking her Master back to her tiny, spartan flat, but it seemed she had no real choice in the matter.
And she wanted to be fucked. She couldn’t believe that after two explosive orgasms she could desire more, but she did—she really did—and the excitement of what was to come muted the fear in her heart.
“Ready, sweetheart?” He had his briefcase in one hand and he offered her his other.
Felicity smiled and hunched her shoulders, delighted by his endearment.
“Yes, Sir.”
She took his hand and he squeezed it.
“Good, come on. I need you.”
Chapter Four
Felicity was certain it was a dream. She held the hand of a hot, sophisticated, wonderfully kinky man in the back of a smart, sleek luxury limo that was gliding toward one the roughest areas of the city. It couldn’t be real and if it was, it certainly couldn’t last.
His lips on her neck jolted her from her worries.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered between kisses. “I’m so hard for you.”
He pushed her hand into his lap to check the evidence of his words. She cupped his erection through his trousers, his responding gasp tickled against her skin. She turned her face to his and sought his lips, feeling him strain beneath her palm as their kiss deepened. Running her hand up and down the front of his trousers, she couldn’t wait to experience the power of him naked within her. Everything else faded into the background. Her worries melted, her fears quietened and her desire ran free.
“Not now.” He gasped, pulling away from her forcefully, their lips popping apart. “Not now. Not any more or I’ll embarrass myself.”
“Sorry, Sir.” She panted. “I got carried away.”
“So did I.” He grinned. “You make me lose control, Felicity, you wicked, naughty woman. Fuck, and I love it.”
She nodded. She loved it too, loved how her arse throbbed when he called her naughty. She wanted more of his punishment, even though she was sure at that moment she wouldn’t be able to take it. It was something she had started to depend on, to crave.
The car slowed and stopped. She looked up and realized where we were.
“We’ve arrived, sir.” The driver said with little emotion.
“Thank you, William. Wait here until I come back.”
“Certainly, sir.”
“Come on, Felicity. Show me the way.”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded and followed him out of the limo and toward the gates that separated them from her tower block. Felicity keyed in the security number with shaking fingers as her Master tightly held her other hand.
She tried not to look around her or see the litter on the ground, the faded gnomes and cheap garden furniture of the ground floor flats. She didn’t look at the graffiti on the industrial bins and didn’t hear the catcalls of the idiots who hung about outside the flats in the summer.
Her Master took it all in his stride. He didn’t seem to see or hear the negatives either. He followed her into the echoing hall that smelled of disinfectant then up the stairs.
“It’s only a couple of floors up, not worth using the lift.” Felicity looked up and made sure no one was around before adding the last word to her sentence. “Sir.”
“Okay, Felicity,” he replied. “I’m right behind you.”
That didn’t stop her heart beating far faster than was dictated by the exercise. She was glad she was only on the second floor and shook only a little as she fished her keys from her handbag and unlocked the three locks that kept her inside, feeling relatively secure.
“Come on in, Sir.” She swept her hand in front of her as she stood holding the thick, black-glossed door open. “Make yourself at home.”
She pushed the door closed with a click and turned the keys in each lock, making sure she was safely fastened in. She smiled and held down a chuckle. Safe. That was a relative term with her Master around. She found it hard to think of him by his first name, especially when he was with her like this.
When she turned around, he wasn’t in the living room or in the kitchen either. She noticed the door to her bedroom and bathroom stood open so she walked through and along the corridor. Her bedroom door was ajar, and Samuel was sitting on her bed, taking off his second shoe, his jacket and trousers already in a pile on the floor.
Blimey, he isn’t hanging about. Felicity was relieved to see she’d pulled the duvet over her bed before she left, but as she walked into the room, she wondered if she had or if Samuel had tidied up after her. Her cheeks flushed with heat and she tried desperately to remember what she’d done when she’d gotten up that morning.
“Felicity,” he cried, holding his arms out in front of him.
She walked into his embrace. He rested his hands on her hips and looked up at her. She remembered him in that vulnerable position earlier, on his knees, eating her out, and her knees wobbled, the breath catching in her throat.
“You have far too many clothes on.”
He hitched her dress up to her hips, stood and dragged it over her head.
“Getting better.” He kissed her, running his hands down her arms. “But I want you naked.”
He grabbed her hips then dragged her knickers down. She kicked them off, flinging away her shoes in the same movement.
“Good girl,” he purred in her ear as he reached round and unclasped her bra. “You didn’t hesitate. You’re learning.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered. She was thankful for his compliment, for the way he lifted her self–esteem and that he was there with her. He gently pulled the straps down her arms until the bra fell away and she was completely nude.
“Undress me,” he commanded.
She nodded and placed her hands on his chest, feeling his warmth through the crisp, cotton shirt. Her fingers trembled as she pushed each button through its confining hole. Each one that opened revealed a farther expanse of his lightly haired chest, down to his stomach and lower, following the trail of hair to the edge of his boxers.
Gathering the material in her hands, she removed the shirt from him, skimming her fingers over his skin as she eased it from his body. She skated her fingers down over his chest, worried that she might be chastised for taking liberties. She’d been instructed to strip him, not to touch and caress his nakedness, but she couldn’t help herself.
When she nervously looked into his eyes, her hands poised on the edge of his underwear, she saw the glint of amusement there. He was indulging her. She was certain her touch turned him on. She kept eye contact while she pushed the material off his hips, easing it down until his boxers fell down to his ankles.
Felicity kept looking into his sparkling blue eyes, his pupils large and deeply black as she lowered herself to her knees. He followed her descent, their gazes only breaking when she looked down to locate the boxers and encourage him to step out of them.
They were both naked.
She stayed on her knees before him and let her eyes rake back up his body, admiring his strong calves, tight thighs and straining erection. She wanted to look harder, linger and admire his aroused lines, but she suspected that would get her in trouble, so she continued to raise her gaze up past his stomach and chest, which was suffused with deep pink, another more subtle sign of his arousal. She finally paused when her gaze met his again.
She was supplicant before him. Waiting on his next command, waiting to be used for his pleasure.
“You look so good down there, Felicity, and I do want to sample your oral skills, but not right now. Right now I want your cunt.”
He picked up his tr
ousers and grabbed a foil packet from his pocket. He carefully tore it open, manipulated the contents then slipped the condom down over his straining erection.
“Okay, now I’m ready for you.”
He helped her to her feet. She was instantly enveloped within his embrace, He searched out her lips with his own, captured them and kissed them into surrender. Suddenly he fell back, pulling her with him. She squeaked and fell on top of him.
Felicity was about to ask if he was all right when he laughed, grabbed her sore, aching arse and lifted his face to kiss her once more. He kissed the pained gasp from her lips, tracing his fingers over the lines and whorls of her welts and bruises. She could feel the former and could only guess that her flesh carried the latter. She couldn’t wait to look in the mirror, to check on the pattern left by his punishment.
She scrabbled to her knees, eager to lift her weight off him and in the process, poised herself just above his erection.
“Eager.” He groaned. “I like it. Fuck me, Felicity.”
She didn’t pause. She wanted him inside her and she knew she was wet. She lowered her pelvis until she felt the tip of him bump between her plump lips. She reached between her thighs, held him still and dropped lower. With her eyes tightly closed, she concentrated on driving him deep into the center of her.
She was ready, and he slipped inside with little encouragement. She moved her hand back to brace herself above him once more.
She slowly lifted up and dropped down again, getting the feel for him inside her. He groaned, his breath tickled her cheek. Her nipples skimmed his chest and he rested his hands on her waist. Their pelvises bumped together each time she sank fully down onto him and a spark of lust blossomed through her.
Their breaths were synchronized short pants, and as Samuel came closer and closer to coming, he dug his fingers harder into her waist. He started to guide her, pushing her down when she reached the top of her arc. He was taut beneath her, hips bumping up each time she pushed down. Each clash shook them both with desire for more.
His fingernails continued to pierce her skin and encouraged her to quicken the pace. He was close and she wanted his orgasm. She opened her eyes briefly and saw his face screwed up in concentration, eyes tightly closed, lips slightly open to release each tortured pant. He swished his head from one side to the other, and she finally closed her eyes again to concentrate on bringing him to his climax.
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