Maxwell's Fall

by Tielle St Clare

  Oh goodness, where is your head? You shouldn’t be thinking about being tied to his bed.

  No, think about bending over and having something inserted in your ass.

  She moaned and the sound almost made her miss the noise of him coming up the stairs. Not wanting to be caught not following directions—at least until she knew what her “punishment” entailed, she bent over and placed her hands and elbows on the crossbar along the bottom of the bed. Cool air rushed across her skin. She closed her eyes, feeling exposed, vulnerable in this position.

  She sensed rather than saw him come into the room. He didn’t speak. His hand, two fingers rough with calluses she wouldn’t have expected, skated up her ass. Mandy jumped.

  “It’s okay, Mandy. Any time you want to stop, tell me.”

  She nodded but didn’t look up.

  “Do you want to stop?”

  She shook her head. “No, sir.”

  “Very good.”

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  She melted under his approval.

  “You’re being very compliant, honey. Almost like you’re trying to make me forget your punishment.”

  She shook her head. “No, sir.”

  “Because you know I won’t forget.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “That’s right. Because you were a bad girl, trying to make me come in your mouth.”

  “Yes, sir.” She shivered as she spoke the words, feeling them as little hot flicks to her clit. Unable to stop the movement, she arched her back, tipping her ass up. He ran his hand down the slit between her ass cheeks, a teasing caress that only made the ache worse.

  “I know you need it, honey, but you must be punished first.” He dipped his finger into her pussy, one shallow entry that only made her want more. “So wet.” He thrust two fingers deep into her, shocking her with the sudden penetration. “What’s made you so wet, pretty girl?” He pulled his fingers back and pushed into her again. “Did sucking my cock make you wet? Is that why you’re spilling all over my fingers?”

  “Yes.” God, sucking him off shouldn’t have had this effect on her but somehow almost making him come had left her hungry—to be fucked and more.

  “You could take me right now, couldn’t you, honey? Without me even touching you, this hot cunt is ready for my cock.”

  “Yes,” she moaned and pressed her hips, trying to ease his fingers deeper.

  He yanked them away, leaving her empty.

  “Yes?” he asked. The hard master’s voice returned. “You must answer me properly, Amanda.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Yes, sir, what?” His fingers returned, not fucking her, just petting her slit, teasing her opening. God, he was so close but not where she needed him. She moaned and wiggled trying to slide him into place. “Is your cunt ready for my cock?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Say it.” He stepped forward, putting his groin against her ass. His jeans were closed again, covering his cock. He still managed to slide the hard bulge between her ass cheeks and press against her. “Say your cunt is ready for me.”

  She swallowed and bit her lip, not sure she could comply but she didn’t want him to stop.

  “My c-cunt is ready for you…sir.”

  “Not comfortable with the word, honey? Why?” He pumped against her ass. “Your cunt is so pretty, delicious.” He leaned down until his mouth was at her ear. “So fuckable. But not yet.” He drew his hips back, leaving her skin bare to the cool air. “You 105

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  almost succeeded in distracting me from punishing you. But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten.

  She took a deep breath and gripped the crossbar, bracing herself. Those sweet rough fingers skimmed along the base of her spine, dipping down to tease the top of her ass, swirling random patterns across her thighs, making very nerve ending come alive with the delicate touch.

  “It’s time for your punishment, Amanda.” She shivered at the precise tone of his voice. “But if at any point you want me to stop, really stop, say the word ‘accounting’.

  Do you understand?”

  She nodded then remembered she was supposed to answer properly. “Yes, sir.”

  “And if you say that word, I will stop immediately and we will go no further tonight.”

  “Yes, sir.” She’d heard and read enough about BDSM situations to know the use of a safe word but God, she’d never pictured herself in a situation where she might need one. Still, the thought of stopping didn’t even occur to her. She wanted this. Hoping she could make it through the punishment and enjoy the fucking on the other side.

  But it did give her some comfort to know that if she panicked or if it hurt too much, she could call a halt.

  He stepped away and Mandy focused on the brown bedspread, preparing for her punishment. She was pretty sure knew what was coming. He was going to push that butt plug into her ass and it was going to hurt and she wasn’t sure—a smack splintered the air and seconds later her body acknowledge the sting on her backside. She gasped and her eyes popped open. Sure that her mouth hung open as well, she stared at the blankets six inches from her face. He was actually spanking her? Before she could even finish the question, his hand landed on her ass a second time.

  This time, she yelped. Couldn’t stop the sound. The initial strike wasn’t painful but it lingered, burning her skin. And damn it, she hadn’t been spanked since she was a child. Why did people find this erotic? His next stroke came fast and harder, landing high on her ass. She opened her mouth, ready to call a halt when he tapped her again, lighter, lower, almost to her pussy entrance.

  She gasped, barely able to comprehend what was happening. It was like tiny fireworks going off in her sex.

  “That’s it, honey. Let yourself feel it. I want your cunt more than wet. I want you dripping your pussy juice down your thighs.”

  He tapped her ass again and the sensations skittered across her skin and poured into her pussy. It still hurt and God, was her ass going to be red tomorrow, but she didn’t want him to stop. Not yet. Not…yet.

  She lost herself in the sensations. The bright sparkles of pain followed by the seductive rush of need, wanting more. And his voice—filling her head, sliding just beneath her skin.

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  She heard noises and realized they were her, begging.

  Please, sir. Fuck me, sir.

  Her ass burned, every touch almost too much for her to bear.

  And then it was gone. Heat covered her back and his hard cock pressed against her skin. Hot kisses whispered along her neck and shoulders. She tipped her head, wanting more.

  “You took your punishment well, Amanda.” He kissed her neck. Then she felt his teeth, hard and sharp against her throat. Fire streaked down her spine as he bit down—

  not breaking the skin but leaving a mark. Leaving his mark. “Your pussy is soaking wet, honey.”

  “Please, sir,” she moaned, pushing back, trying to guide him deeper.

  “So impatient.” He nipped her ear and straightened, leaving her bereft and needy.

  God, she didn’t think she could take much more. Her ass burned, her pussy throbbed.

  She was to the point of begging, needed to be fucked. But he seemed to have inexhaustible levels of control. She was naked, soaking wet and still he made no move to have her.

  A cool, slick caress teased her ass. She gasped and pushed forward, her body instinctively trying to escape.

  “No, no, honey. Let me get you ready.”

  But I thought my punishment was over?

  His hand rubbed across her ass. “It is.” And she realized she’d said the words aloud. “This won’t be punishment. Pleasure. Get you ready to take my cock.” As he spoke, he eased, gently, one slick finger into her ass. “That’s it. Relax and let me in. It’s going to feel so good when I slide in here.” She tensed. There was a moment of pain but then it eased as he worked his finger in and out, not going de
ep, just soft shallow strokes. “My cock’s much bigger. I’m going to have to fuck you slowly when I finally put my dick in you.”

  His words rolled through her until she could see it, feel it. She moaned and rocked her hips.

  “Sh, honey, you’re doing well.” He removed his finger and moments later the blunt end of the plug began to follow the same path, thin but growing thicker, almost too much. “Ease back, Mandy, I won’t give you too much. That’s it, sweetheart. Damn, you are the sexiest thing alive.” The commanding tone disappeared and seduction returned, swirling through her core like a whisper. She strained for a moment then allowed her body to relax, not fighting the foreign penetration. He pushed the plug deeper. “Oh, honey, that’s it.” Because she wanted to please him, wanted to hear his praise, she allowed the plug in, the thickest part causing her to whimper.

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  she had something in her ass but it felt so good. The delicate sense of fullness—not too uncomfortable, but enough so she couldn’t forget that it was there.

  His hands ran up and down her ass, stroking, caressing, soothing. That delicious murmur of his voice whispering soft words that made her want. Made her ache. She moaned and turned her head to the side, needing something to fill her. He was there.

  He bent down and kissed her mouth, his tongue dipping into her mouth, seductive and compelling.

  “I need to fuck you. Need to get my cock into you.”

  “Yes.” She didn’t answer with “sir”. Somehow it didn’t seem right. This wasn’t play between Master and submissive. It was between the two of them.

  She heard the rustle of a package opening and knew he was sliding the condom on.

  Her body moved without her direct command, arching her back, offering her pussy, spreading her legs just a little more. She needed him. Needed him hard and thick filling her.

  The tip of his cock bumped against her opening, another teasing connection.

  Warning her but not giving her what she needed.

  “Please—” Jackson. His name is Jackson. Only he didn’t act like Jackson. Didn’t feel like Jackson. He felt like someone totally different. Someone who made her hot and sexy in a way Jackson never had before.

  “Please, what, honey? What do you need?”

  “Fuck me. Please.” She pushed up on tiptoes and rubbed her slit against his cock, encouraging him to slide into her.

  He gripped her hips and held her in place. “Oh, Mandy, you don’t learn. I decide when we fuck, when my cock comes into you.” He reached between them and wiggled the butt plug, teasing her tight opening with the threat of removing it. She froze—the full sensation translating into a throb in her pussy. As if he knew, he reached forward, his fingers dipping into her slit, as if checking to see if her pussy was still wet. He tickled her clit as he brushed by and Mandy groaned. The sensations overwhelmed her and she sagged forward, wiggling her hips. She couldn’t stand any more—if he didn’t fuck her soon she was going to go insane.

  “That’s it, Amanda. You’ve been so good. You deserve to get fucked.”

  “Yes, sir, please.”

  He chuckled and once again she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. This time she held still, unwilling to do anything that might make him stop.

  “Very good.” He slipped the tip inside, nudging her opening. She gripped the bar even tighter and didn’t move. It was like he was testing her. Her muscles clenched wanting to press against him, drive him inside her. He stroked his hand down her ass, cupping her hip in his palm and slowly pushed forward. She’d expected a hard pounding fuck but like all other things, he seemed to be in perfect control. He entered her with precision, like he was savoring every inch of her pussy. “So sweet,” he 108

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  whispered as his hips pressed against her ass. The thick girth of his cock strained her pussy. “You squeeze me perfectly, honey. How do you feel?”

  “Full,” she whispered.

  He chuckled. “You’ve got that little plug in your ass.” He pulled back and slowly fucked her again. “Imagine another cock back there, fucking you, filling you.” The image popped into her brain and wouldn’t let go. Her and Jackson…and Gideon. One man behind her, one in front, both filling her, fucking her. Gideon’s mellow voice blending with Jackson’s growly tones. A low whimper slipped from her throat, her pussy clenching around his cock. “You like that idea. Who were you thinking about?”

  “You,” she answered honestly.

  “Who else?” He drove his cock into her drawing a deep throated groan from her. It was so good, almost too much but she didn’t want him to stop. “Who, honey? Who do you want fucking your pussy while I slide into that tight ass.”

  “G-Gideon.” She breathed the word and Max felt his cock twitch. Fuck, that’s what he wanted. Wanted to see Gideon on top of Mandy, plowing into her. Then he wanted Gideon bent over and Max drilling his ass.

  His shout filled room and he pounded his cock into Mandy. The sane portion of his brain told him to pull back, not to hurt her but she pressed back, tipping her ass up and sending him deeper. The wolf burst from his mental cage and growled, adding his strength to Max’s.

  “More,” she moaned, her face buried in the blankets.

  His body responded to her plea and he kept thrusting, driving deep in her, giving her what she asked for—more, always more.

  His lips pulled back from his teeth and he stared at the sleek line of her neck and shoulder. One swipe of his incisors and she would belong to him.

  “No!” he groaned, barely recognizing that he’d said the word aloud. Mandy’s head came up and she glanced over her shoulder, a hint of concern in the movement. He grabbed control of his wolf, reining the beast in. “It’s okay, honey. I’m trying not to come too fast. Want to enjoy you a bit longer.”

  The tight squeeze of her cunt, made even tighter by the tiny plug in her ass strained his control. He ground his back teeth together, fighting to cage the wolf even as he pulled his hips back and drove forward, sinking his cock into her hard and fast. She shivered around him, her body giving a quick shudder. Someone liked that. He retreated and plunged into her again, hard and deep, trying to find the same place. She groaned and bent her head forward.

  “Fuck, honey, I’m not going to last much longer.” Desperate to have her come before he did, he slid his hand around her waist and dipped his fingertip into the hot folds of her pussy, finding and stroking her clit. It didn’t take much. Every nerve in her body had to be tingling. God knew his were. He held his finger against her clit and fucked her forward, sliding his finger along one side.

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  She cried out and her fingers turned white at the knuckles as she held on.

  Once more he pushed forward, going deep and hard. Her pussy contracted around him, squeezing his cock and a long low cry ripped from her mouth. He shouted and punched his hips forward again, his cum pulsing from his body, filling the condom.

  His wolf growled—the sound a mixture of dominance and frustration. Max immediately recognized the source of the animal’s frustration—he wanted his scent on and inside Mandy. Filling her and marking her.

  Mine.

  The wolf rumbled in his head but Max pushed it aside. He found the fine motor skills needed to pull out and remove the condom and tie it off. He turned back to the bed. Mandy was still bent over, her ass in the air, that plug still filling her. The seductive scent of her pussy flooding the room.

  She shifted and moaned. “Jackson.”

  The name was filled with need and hunger, pleasure and desire.

  Max’s chest contracted. The wolf went insane. The room turned black and white as his vision cleared and his teeth stretched.

  “Mine,” he growled, the sound muffled around the oversized incisors filli
ng his mouth. The wolf filled his brain, giving him no choice but to react. He lifted Mandy from the crossbeam and spun her around. The lazy sexual glow disappeared as she stared into his eyes. The barely human part of him didn’t want to frighten her but the animal needed to stake its claim.

  “Mine,” he said again, leaning down and scraping his teeth across her neck, hard but not breaking the skin. She moaned and tipped her head to the side, giving him the access he needed, baring her throat to him. She couldn’t know what that meant, how much he wanted to drive his teeth into her. He yanked her closer, wrapping her legs around his waist as he picked her up, the hot liquid of her cunt branding his stomach.

  He moved, dropping her in the center of the bed, her thighs spreading, baring her wet cunt. He growled, unable to speak, not sure there were words for what he was thinking. The wolf almost completely in control, Max felt his body moving, reacting. He caught her hips in his hands, pulling her forward, driving his tongue into her open pussy.

  The faint taste of latex lingered and the wolf howled, wanting to taste Max and Mandy blended together.

  He licked and sucked, letting her squirm as he removed the foreign taste, leaving just the delicious flavor of her cunt behind.

  “Please,” she moaned.

  Max snapped his head back, staring up. The black and white vision made every other sense crisp and clear. Though he couldn’t see red, he knew her cheeks were flushed. The wolf growled its satisfaction. He’d done this to her. Brought her to the edge, turned her into a sensual creature vibrating with need.

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  Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he leaned forward and drove his tongue back into her.

  Her pretty breasts swayed as she panted, watching him tongue-fuck her sweet pussy. He hummed, savoring the flavor on his tongue, wanting more. The sound rumbled through her skin. Her thighs squeezed shut, tightening around his head, holding in place as a rush of moisture coated his lips. He lapped at the delicious liquid, taking her inside him.

  “Yes.” She pushed her hips up, trying to drive him deeper. “Please.”