Fuck, yes. My dick is aching with the need to be buried inside her again. I pump another finger into her ass and watch as she writhes on the bed.
That's all I need, I can't take any more.
"Yes," I hiss with pleasure as I sink deep into her ass and she claws at the cuffs around her wrists. I don't stop my slow thrust until I feel her ass completely surround my dick.
"Safe word?" I ask her from deep in my chest.
She's quiet with her head thrashing as she tries to stretch and get accustomed to my girth.
I pull out slowly, with a hint of a smile on my face, although I can't let her know. I'm hitting everything I wanted to with ease. And now I get to punish her.
She breathes heavily as I pull out of her and grab the spreader bar with my left hand, angling her so I have a better view of her ass cheek and pick up the paddle with my right.
Whack!
Her body bucks at the blow, but I have the spreader firm in my grasp and I'm not letting her move an inch.
"You need to answer me the second I ask you a question, Dahlia."
"Green," she says with nothing but lust in her voice, but it's too late. She needs to be punished.
I spank her ass with the paddle again, watching her jump slightly and pull against the binds, but it's useless. Whack! Whack! Whack! I smack the paddle against her reddened flesh over and over. "Safe word?" I ask her loudly so she can hear me over her gasps.
"Green!" she screams out, exposing her throat as she arches her neck. Whack! I smack the paddle flat across her ass harder than before, and she draws in a sharp breath. Whack! Whack! Her mouth opens in a silent "O" and I know the endorphins are finally running through her, making everything hotter and more pleasurable and intense.
"Safe word?" I ask her as I gently press my palm to her hot skin.
"Green," she moans softly with her brow scrunched. Good girl.
"You'll answer me the first time I ask you now, won't you?" I say as I debate on giving her another round to get more endorphins flowing.
"Yes, sir," she says breathlessly. Her nipples are pebbled and her words coated in lust.
I toss the paddle behind me, she doesn't need any more, and line my dick up. I'm not gentle as I slam into her tight asshole.
"Ah!" she screams out as I hammer into her. My hands grip her thighs as I pump my hips, watching her face for cues. She feels so fucking good. I knew it. I knew she'd feel like this.
I almost get lost in pleasure, but I can't just cum yet.
I fuck her ass harder and harder, the buckles of the cuffs clinking, the feet of the bed slamming on the ground and her strangled cries of pleasure fueling me to continue. It's a near violent and relentless pace, and I watch her face, waiting for the limit. I know she's going to need to say it. I need to hear her. I need to know I can trust her to tell me when it's too much.
I angle my hips and shove my thick cock all the way into her ass, my fingers digging into her ankles as I push into her to the hilt, filling her ass and making her scream. She pants out her breaths and tries to struggle against me, but it's useless. I hammer into her, pistoning my hips, pushing further on the side of pain.
I start to worry as she doesn't say it. She doesn't give me any indication that she's close to her limit. She wants this, she's enjoying the pleasure and pain blending into one, but I'm nearing my own limits. She isn't a red girl. There was no indication that she preferred pain in the meeting or the pamphlet.
My own breath comes in ragged as her face scrunches and I continue thrusting my hips into her tight hole.
"Yell-" she starts to say, craning her neck with her body tensing. I still inside of her and bend down, moving under the spreader bar and kissing her lips sweetly.
"Good girl," I whisper against her lips as her face relaxes and I move easily in and out of her with slow deliberate thrusts only meant for pleasure. She opens her eyes slowly, and for a fraction of a second a spark ignites between us, something forceful I've never felt before. I'm quick to move away, regaining my position and roughly rubbing her throbbing clit with the rough pad of my thumb.
"Cum for me, treasure," I give her the command as my own orgasm slowly approaches, making my spine tingle and my toes curl. She closes her eyes and thrashes her head as I give her a quicker pace, fucking her ass and rubbing her clit to get her off.
But she's struggling to get there. My own is approaching, and I want her to cum again. I need that. I have to have her sated and finding her release with mine.
I pull my hand away from her pussy and her eyes pop open, looking back at me as I smack the back of my hand down hard across her clit. That does it. Her pussy spasms around nothing, and I thrust into her tight asshole over and over as the waves of my release finally crash through my body.
Yes!
My balls draw up, and I hold my breath as pleasure wracks through my body.
Fuck, she feels too fucking good.
I pump short, shallow thrusts into her ass as her body trembles beneath me and she screams out my name. Thick streams of hot cum leave me in waves as I bury myself as deep in her as I can and groan in utter pleasure.
I tighten my grip on her thigh as she trembles under me and I fill her with my cum.
When I finally pull away, breathless and sated, I do so gently, pulling out slowly and watching her body as she lies limp and still helplessly bound by the spreader and cuffs. Her head is laying to the side with her eyes closed, and goosebumps linger along her sensitized skin.
A part of me wants to take more from her, but she's exhausted and we need to cover more of my expectations. Soon I'll be able to torture the pleasure from her until it's nearly unbearable for her.
I climb off the bed and head to the en-suite for a warm cloth, leaving her just as she is while she calms her breathing.
When I get back with the warm, wet cloth, I'm gentle as I clean up every inch of her. Her body tenses and trembles. Her clit is still primed for more, and her ass is bright red from where the paddle hit her.
The bed groans under my weight as I unlock the spreader from the cuffs and ease her legs down onto the bed and unlock the shackles around her ankles. I massage a bit of life into her sore muscles before unlocking her wrists and doing the same with her arms.
Her breathing is steady as she curls slightly inward, still consumed in the intensity of her orgasm.
I pick her body up gently and place her on all fours at the end of the bed. Her bright red ass is high in the air.
Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches as she looks over her slender shoulder at me.
A rough chuckle vibrates up my chest as I walk over to get the cream mixed with a little aloe for her burning skin. I use a light touch as I apply it.
"You safe worded me," I say softly. "Good girl."
Her lips part and I know she has a question for me, but she's holding back.
"Speak. You need to be able to communicate with me, Dahlia."
"I'm happy you weren't angry with me." I pause in my motions and consider her.
"You think it would make me angry for you to tell me you were reaching your limits?" I shake my head with my lips turned down. "No, I'm happy I have a good understanding of your needs."
I put the cap back on the lotion, satisfied with her aftercare and add, "We suit each other well. I'm very pleased."
She hums softly at my praise. She's perfect and so obedient. I'm going to have to push her to disobey though since I know we both enjoyed the paddle.
"Just like this, treasure," I say, planting a kiss on the small of her back and running my hands down her thighs.
"Every day when I get home, you'll be waiting for me just like this."
"Not kneeling?" she asks weakly and then adds, "sir?"
I huff a small laugh and then stroke my dick, feeling it hardening for her again already.
I lower her hips and tease her cunt with the head of my dick. "No, I want you like this instead," I say and barely get the words out before I shove myself deep inside her again.
Chapter 12
Dahlia
I wince as I take a seat on the back of the city bus on my way to my internship. My breath hisses between my teeth as the decadent pain heats my ass. I welcome it though. It's a reminder of last night. I stare out of the window, the images flashing before my eyes as the bus noisily roars to life and takes me away from campus. It's been a week of enduring Lucian as my Dom, and every day I love it more and more.
I'm running late because of finals, but I'm happy they're over with. One less thing to worry about.
My only problem now is that my ass is fucking sore as hell. Every time I do anything involving any kind of movement, I'm filled with slight discomfort. It's the good type of pain though - a reminder of how Lucian utterly and thoroughly dominated my body.
Call me a glutton for punishment, but I want more. Right fucking now.
I've spent all morning thinking about our filthy encounter, with aching desire. I'm already primed to go off and if my day was planned down to the minute, I'd probably need relief. I can't believe how many times Lucian got me off last night and how many times he came. I'm sure he was shooting blanks by the fourth time, but I was too wrapped up in ecstasy to notice.