His to Have(11)
“Roll over, I want your ass in the air.”
It’s not easy with her hands bound, but diligently she tries.
As Erika struggles to comply I contemplate my choices of implements for pleasure and pain. This is all new to her. She isn’t ready for a cane or even a whip. I run a few of the paddles over my hand. Some are long and rectangular, reminding me of a fraternity board, while others are covered in leather, and some are both with holes. I take one of the leather ones, shaped much like a ping-pong paddle complete with lined holes and go back to the bed.
“This will do.” I let my words sink in.
In her position, my kitten’s unable to see what I selected. The possibilities must be replaying in her pretty mind. A stillness descends over the cabin and I notice how her body trembles. I wonder what she must be thinking, being out of control, being at my mercy. I can only assume it’s a combination of anticipation, want, and fear. The evidence of her need is visible on her thighs. The intoxicating aroma of her cum and emotions fills the room, causing her to squirm against the bindings. She gasps as, without warning, I climb on to the bed and rub my hand over her round ass.
“You have a fucking gorgeous ass.”
Over and over, I caress and warm her skin. I keep going, occasionally brushing her wet cunt until her head drops, her unrestrained hair falls over her face, and she moans in pleasure. Just as she does, I rear the paddle back and strike her ass.
“Fuck!”
My arm vibrates as her entire body shudders. Small white circles protrude like polka dots on her ass in the pattern of the paddle’s holes. I can’t resist touching them. When I do, she flinches. “Hold still, kitten. This is what you chose. Remember?”
“I-I didn’t...” She stops her own rebuttal. “Yes, Sir.”
I don’t back down as again I strike her ass again, letting the leather paddle redden her skin, creating a pattern of pink and red circles. Her breath hitches as she gives in to the pain and more tears flow. After a few blows, she falls forward, collapsing with a scream.
“Stop.”
I lean down with my lips near her ear and my most menacing tone. “That’s not your safe word. Either say it, or get back on your elbows and knees and don’t fall again. If you do you’ll only increase your punishment.” I wait for her to respond. When she doesn’t, I stick out my tongue and lap her newest tears. She sucks in a deep breath. I kiss her cheek as any rebuttals she may have considered fade away and she moves back into position. One more kiss to her cheek and her muscles relax, ready to take what I choose to give her.
Smack!
“Fuck!”
Between her curses, cries, and the reddening of her ass, my cock is rock hard and the tip is glistening with cum.
“That’s it, kitten—scream, cry—just don’t move from your position. No one can hear you. That’s why we’re here.”
Smack!
“Why am I doing this?” I ask.
Smack!
“I-I didn’t tell y-you the truth.” It’s hard for her to speak through her sobs.
With each strike, her thighs become more and more wet. By the time both of her ass cheeks are fire-engine red, her thighs are slick and her face is covered with tears.
Fuck!
My ass is on fire. I’ve never felt anything like this before. But even so, I refuse to use my safe word. If I do, I’m afraid it will stop. Not just the punishment. I’m ready for that to stop, but what’s coming next. I need Victor inside me. I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life.
I wait for the next strike. How many have there been? I don’t know. The cabin echoes with our breaths, my whimpers, and the sound of my blood rushing through my veins. I try to breathe, but my nose is running and my lungs won’t work. There are so many sensations, but all I concentrate on is keeping my position even though my arms and legs are shaking.
When another strike doesn’t happen, I wonder if it’s over. Did I do it? Did I survive my Sir’s punishment? Can I collapse? I want to collapse.
The paddle hits the ground, its sound the final bell letting me know I made it. I gasp as Victor spreads my overly sensitive ass cheeks and his tongue laps at my holes. Despite the pain from him holding me, I can’t stop the groan as I push my ass toward him wanting his tongue deeper. After the punishment he delivered, I can’t comprehend words adequate to describe the pleasure his tongue is giving. My knees and elbows shake as he licks and laps at my juices.
“Roll over.” His deep voice is all I hear.
My body and mind are no longer connected, but two separate entities.
My mind is saying that this is wrong. It’s telling me to scream my safe word—husband—and make it all end. My body, however, is strung tighter than it’s ever been. My pussy has never been as empty, never needed a man more than I need Victor Cross, and never been this wet or wanting.