Safeword: Davenport(66)

When they were gone she eyed Zach, then the robe in his hand. He walked to her and dragged the sheet back a few inches, leaning over to examine her shoulders. He pulled slowly, giving her a chance to stop him, but she figured he'd need to see it eventually, may as well be now. She'd seen it earlier, and as bad as it hurt, it looked worse than it felt. She rolled onto her stomach, gritting her teeth as her sensitive breasts pushed into the bed, but wanted to give him the full view.

He didn't say anything for too long, and Dana had to break the silence. “I asked for more. He stopped before I was ready for him to."

"I know. Brent explained a few things. Why didn't you tell me you needed this level of pain?"

"I didn't think I did anymore, but now that I've had it, I realize I do. Not often, maybe three or four times a year, tops—but I didn't know how much I'd missed it until I experienced it again."

He helped her up and held the robe as she put it on. She reached for the belt to close it and he said, “No. Leave it open."

Something shifted inside her, and she responded to his voice, her hands dropping to her sides and her clit pulsing to life. She looked at him in surprise and a corner of his mouth turned up.

"Still wondering if you're submissive?"

"Apparently I am to you, Sir, even if I'm not to others."

He nodded, smiling. “Yes, it seems so. Do you need a bigger demonstration?"

Dana slid the robe from her shoulders, draping it over the bed behind her in one motion as it came off her hand. She stood before him naked, with him fully clothed, and it felt right.

"Yes, Sir. I think I do. Thank you for... just... Thanks."

His gaze fell to the bruises and flogger marks on her chest. “Today's a healing day for you, so this will be mostly D/s I'm afraid. Brent showed me the playroom; let's head in there, shall we?"

He motioned for her to walk in front of him, so she led the way, noting he carried a duffel bag.

"Lean over the sawhorse, it's padded, but I don't think any of your bruises will touch it. There are handles at the base, grab the lowest ones you can reach and spread your legs to the width of the supports. I'm not restraining you, I expect you to hold yourself in position."

"Yes, Sir."

She heard a zipper and opened her eyes. He was upside down to her, taking his pants and boxers off. Within moments he'd donned a condom and was lubing it.

"You're going to submit to this—you will let me in, and you're not allowed to come."

She felt his cock at her ass, pushing in. She couldn't relax, couldn't get the muscles to do her bidding.

"I'm not upset with you, Dana—that's not what this is about. This is about me being in control, me dominating your body. Let. Me. In."

Her muscles surrendered, opening as he drove in, but before long it was too much, and she whimpered in pain.

"Yes, I know it hurts. But you're going to stay put and allow my cock to force your ass open, aren't you?"

Her body wanted to flee, adrenaline demanding a shift into fight or flight mode, but she stubbornly held onto the handles, forced herself to remain still, and concentrated on not tensing around the intrusion.

He didn't just thrust straight in at full speed, but he wasn't giving her time to adjust, either. He kept coming in, no stopping, no pausing. She squealed in anguish as the burn intensified, wishing her pussy had something in it instead. Her ass was still a little sore from the night before, too, but the memory made her clench on the emptiness even more.

When he was finally all the way in, he touched her sides, caressing her a bit, before placing his hands on the sawhorse beside her hips again.

"This is about my pleasure, Dana, not yours. If you climax I'll pussy whip you with my rubber flogger. Twenty lashes. Punishment strokes. Are you going to come?"

"No. No, Sir."

He pulled practically all the way out, and smoothly plunged back in. Once, twice, three times... and then he picked up speed and began fucking her, slamming his hips into her bruised ass. She could tell he was setting his rhythm to satisfy his own lust, using her to reach his completion while denying her, and the objectification made her empty pussy almost begin to spasm. She breathed in, concentrated on her control, and kept the orgasm at bay. Barely.

When at last he went in and held, leaning over her and growling as he came, she felt only relief it was over. She opened her eyes as he pulled out, watching him upside down as he disposed of the condom in the trashcan.

He walked back, still semi-hard. “You can stand now. Turn, kneel, and clean me off."

She rose, gave her body a moment to steady, and rotated—sinking to her knees, feeling the stretch of her swollen ass. Zach stepped in front of her and she took the bitter-saltiness of him into her mouth. She ran her tongue around, withdrew, and then let him slide back in. She'd been a little envious of Jacob kneeling beside his Master, and it felt right to be at her Master's feet now. He let her work his cock a few minutes longer and moved back. “Very good, pet. Rise and face me, I need to ask you a question."