Claimed by the Beast(6)

She made a small sound. He looked up at her and smiled. "Patience," he  said, then returned his gaze to her sex. "You're already wet and swollen  and I've barely touched you."

He looked at her for a while longer before finally bringing his mouth  over her clit. It was a kiss, nothing more. As much as she wanted him to  close his lips over her clit and suck, he only kissed her softly, his  tongue just teasing the hard nub before sliding all along her pussy.

"Shaved in the back too?" he asked, moving his hands to hold her hips and looking up at her.

"Yes, Sir," she said.

"Show me. Turn around and grab your ankles."

Her eyes grew wider. She'd done this for him before. She'd done it a  hundred times. It was just the moments immediately before turning around  and bending over for him, legs wide, every part of her exposed, those  moments did her in even as her pussy leaked onto her thighs with  arousal.

He smiled, waiting patiently. She knew he liked this, liked to draw it  out, liked to have her vulnerable, exposed. Enjoyed seeing her  embarrassment show on her face.

She turned slowly and bent deeply, taking her legs just a little wider as she did. She wrapped her hands around her ankles.

"Christ, girl," he said. His hands were on her buttocks in the next  moment and she felt his mouth at her pussy, his tongue extended, licking  her, trailing up along her cleft slowly, teasing, returning to her  pussy, penetrating there. But when he slid it up again and this time,  circled the tight ring of her anus with his tongue, she gasped and began  to straighten.

"Down." It was a command, nothing less. "You belong to me, Kayla. I'll do what I please. Down. Now."

She hesitated for a moment before taking hold of her ankles once more.  She closed her eyes when his tongue circled once again and this time,  the fingers of his other hand found her clit.

"Oh … " she sighed. But he stopped too quickly then and slapped her hip gently.

"Up. Turn around and look at me."

She did, her face flushed from both the position she'd been in and the embarrassment of what he'd just done.

"Who owns this body?" he asked, tapping a hand against her hip.

"You do, sir."

"And what should I do if you deny me any part of it?"

"Punish me, sir."

He smiled, satisfied, and opened the drawer on the nightstand.

She watched him retrieve a butt plug and a tube of lubricant.

"On your knees on the bed. Your back to me," he said, standing.

She climbed up onto the bed and knelt there.

"Here," he said, holding the plug and the lubricant out to her.

"Here, what?" she asked, confused. They'd used this plug before and she  quite liked it-after her bottom had stretched enough to take it. But  he'd always been the one to insert it. That made a difference somehow.  Even after everything they had been through together, everything he knew  about her and she him, if he did it, it was easier. She took no  responsibility.                       
       
           



       

"I want to watch you put the plug inside your ass," he said.

"Oh," she managed, knowing from the heat of it that her face had gone  bright red. It took her a moment before she reached out to take the plug  from him.

"You'll want to rub some of the lube on yourself first," he advised, smiling, as if they were having a discussion about dinner.

"Um … " She looked down at the items.

He went to sit on the chair just across from the bed and gestured for her to get on with it.

Kayla set the plug onto the bed and opened the tube of lubricant,  squeezing some onto her fingers. She glanced at him once more and,  feeling incredibly aroused and wanton, she bent forward onto her one  hand and, making sure he could see everything clearly, she began to rub  the stuff onto her bottom hole, circling like he would do, feeling the  same sensations and something more, something different now that she was  putting on a show for him.

She saw from over her shoulder that he had unzipped his pants and was  massaging the thick length of his cock, his eyes trained on her bottom.

Gaining strength from the effect this was having on him, she leaned  farther forward and brought the tip of the plug to her bottom hole. She  began to press it against her ready opening. She worked slowly, taking  it a few centimeters at a time, circling there, pulling it out then  reinserting it again and again, just like he did. When she had it half  way in, Elijah stood and walked over to her, stilling her hand and  taking the plug from her. She gave it to him and leaned down onto her  elbows, bringing her face into the bed, lifting her hips high, offering  him her ass.

"You drive me wild," he said, one hand on her hip, gripping her tightly  as he pressed the plug into her. "I'm going to fuck this hole tonight,  Kayla."

She moaned and moved a hand to her pussy. He smacked her ass hard when  she did, but she didn't take her hand away. Instead, she found herself  lifting her hips higher to him while he worked the plug into her and she  massaged her clit.

"You're a naughty girl," he said. "I think it's a good thing we've  resumed maintenance night. Now get your hand off your pussy," he said,  smacking her hip once more, this time just a little harder.

"Ow!" She placed her hand back on the bed.

"There," he said a moment later as her bottom closed around the base of the plug. "You can stand."

She did so slowly with his help.

"It's been a while so just some reminders. During maintenance, you will  only speak when spoken to. You'll keep your eyes on me the entire time  unless told otherwise, and you'll do exactly as I say without  hesitation, without protest, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Any questions before we start?"

"I don't think so."

"Sir," he reminded.

"Sir," she repeated.

"Good," he said. "Lay across my lap."

Without a word, she lay herself down, placing her hands on the floor,  knowing to keep her legs straight, her feet on the floor. He began by  caressing her bottom. "Are you going to be a good girl and keep hands  and feet on the floor throughout your spanking?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. I'll try."

"No, don't try, Kayla. Just do it."

"Yes, sir," she said, looking straight ahead. This wasn't a punishment  but it wouldn't be painless. She both wanted it and was frightened of  it, especially the first few. As ready as she thought she was for them,  those initial smacks always took her breath away. And tonight was no  different.

"Oh!" she gasped with the first one.

Elijah stopped to caress the spot he'd just struck before moving on to deliver a second to her other cheek.

She somehow managed to keep her hands on the ground and only kicked her  legs up twice while he spanked. When she did, he struck her hip harder,  warning her.

"I'm sorry, sir," she said quickly.

He continued with the spanking until her bottom felt hot and throbbed with pain. A manageable pain but pain none the less.

"You're nice and pink now," he said. Pushing her legs farther apart so his knee was between them. "And soaked."

She pressed her clit against his knee while he pushed a finger inside her.

"Don't come yet, baby."

"No, sir."

She felt him at the base of the plug and pushed, closing her eyes and  grinding into him when he pulled the plug almost all the way out then  pushed it in again, fucking her ass with it while she ground her clit  against his hard thigh.

"Mmmmm …  please … "she begged, too close to orgasm and not wanting to be punished if she came.                       
       
           



       

"Too much?" he teased, still playing, still penetrating.

"Yes. Oh …  I'm too close. Sir."

"All right," he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice as he  pushed the plug back inside her. She turned to him, confused. She wanted  him to fuck her now. She was ready. Christ, she was ready. And she  could feel how ready he was.

"Corner time, baby. Hands on your head, nose to the wall. You know the drill."

He helped her straighten and it took all she had not to protest.  Instead, she walked over to her corner and stood as she knew how while  he remained there, likely watching her, her exposed, pink bottom on  display for him. This time both humiliated her and aroused her, and she  waited quietly until she heard him get up off the bed and come up behind  her. He took her arms and placed them by her sides, kissing her  shoulder, the back of her neck, her ear.

"Do you know what it does to me to watch you stand there like that?" he  asked, kissing her cheek, her jaw. He was naked behind her, she could  feel his cock pressing against her back. His hands held her buttocks and  spread her open. She widened her stance and he slid into her from  behind, her pussy slick and ready for him.