21 - ANYSSA/CAMILA
21
ANYSSA/CAMILA
ANYSSA’S THIRTY-BEFORE-THIRTY LIST
B lack and blue. Sexy. Elegant. Yet reminiscent of bruises. Black velvet damask wallpaper covers the walls, and recessed fluorescent lighting gives off a dim bluish-white light throughout the room.
A low, black, metal four-poster bed is centered in the room. Chains and cuffs hang from each post of the bed, and black, sheer curtains are pulled back around each post. Underneath the bed is a cage with a black floor pad, and above the bed is a helical chandelier suspended by heavy cables.
A black metal and leather X is at the end of the bed.
“What’s this?” I ask, stroking my hands over the metal and leather, looking at the handcuffs at the top and the bottom of the X.
“St. Andrew’s Cross.”
“A cross? In a room like this? Or should I say, dungeon?”
A small lobby led to steep stairs when we stepped behind the art shelf. We took the stairs down into what looked like a dungeon to me, but one that he’d transformed into this sexual lair.
Nazár steps behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist and his other around my midsection under my breasts in a hug.
“If you’re good, Princesa, you would be restrained to the cross facing the front so I can tease and pleasure you. However, if you’re a naughty girl, I will restrain you with your back to me so you can be punished.”
A shiver runs down me, and he releases a low, husky chuckle that shoots straight to my core.
“Do you like this room?”
I glance around and notice there are no windows, and there’s only one way out: the way that I entered, up the stairs, and behind his art shelf. That door is now closed and probably locked, as well.
As I face the bed, to my right is a wall of mirrors across from the bed, but next to the entrance is a cabinet. I’m sure Nazár holds his “supplies” in there. To my left is a table similar to the one at BoDSMe, probably for wax play, and a stool sits on the other side.
Everything in the room is black except for the lighting, which gives a blue hue when reflecting off the black objects. Even the floor is made from African blackwood.
“It’s a beautiful room, Dominio,” I say, testing the mattress by sitting on it and bouncing.
“As are you, Camila, mi amor. So beautiful and so sexy.”
A part of me desires to hear him call my real name the way he says her name. I want to hear the thick Spanish accent as he says Anyssa lovingly and tenderly.
“Undress me, Princesa,” he grumbles, holding his hand out and beckoning me to him.
My fingers slowly release the buttons of his white dress shirt as I inhale the rum on his breath and the aftershave coating his face. I want to kiss and lick him, but I don’t dare move beyond what he permits me to do.
When his shirt hangs open, my eyes dance across the silken hairs on his chest.
“May I touch your chest, Dominio?” I ask.
“You may touch my chest.”
My hands run across his chest, swirling through the silky hairs, and they’re just as soft as I thought they would be. I look up at him; fire is swirling in his eyes, and his nostrils are flaring.
Slowly, I drag my hand down to his washboard abs, hovering just above the waistband of his pants. His eyes grow dim, and his breath deepens as I dance dangerously close to the precipice of destruction.
Unbuttoning his pants, my left hand returns to his chest. My right hand unzips his pants as the left continues to dance further south until my fingers touch the beginnings of the silky hairs at the top of his crotch.
Just as my fingers run for the border, he grabs my wrist tightly in one of his hands and says, “I don’t like disobedience, Princesa.”
My chest heaves silently, and my fingers itch to go where they’ve never gone before. I jerk my hand in his grasp, but only so slightly. Unfortunately for me, he doesn’t miss the subtle movement.
Nazár rolls the cross away from the bed and to the other side of the room near the wall of mirrors.
“Step up,” he instructs in an irritated voice. I step onto the stand at the bottom of the cross.
I hold my arms up, knowing what comes next, and a tingle runs through me as he pulls the handcuffs down from the top using a pulley system. Excitement floods my core as he secures my wrists and ankles to the cross.
Alarm fills me when he pushes me against the cross, pulls a belt from the center of the cross, and secures my waist to the cross.
“What is your safe word, Princesa?”
“Travel.”
“You’d do well to remember that,” he says, walking to the cabinet to my left.
I watch in fascination as he unlocks it and takes his time assessing the tools in his arsenal. I’m surprised that the tools in this cabinet far surpass the ones in BoDSMe, and I’m interested in what he might choose.
He walks away with the flogger, and I’m relieved.
“Do you think this is a game, Princesa?”
“No, Dominio.”
“I don’t want to waste your time. After all, you were the one who reminded me you only have two weeks. So don’t you fucking waste my time,” he says, and the first lash slices across my ass.
I bite my bottom lip clenching below at the sweet sting of pain on my ass cheeks.
“Scream as loud as you want, Princesa. This room is soundproof. No one can hear your screams. The sexy part about that is there’s no one on these grounds except you and me.”
This time, he hits harder than before, and the sting brings tears to my eyes, but I don’t utter a word. The lashes move up to my shoulders, and my head jerks back as I shift my head so my hair covers my shoulders, but Nazár is quick. He grabs my hair, yanking my head sideways. He whips my shoulders, the backs of my thighs, and my ass in swift, successive movements.
Aside from the sting, I love the flogger’s popping sound when it hits my flesh.
“Does this turn you on, Princesa?” he asks, stepping closer and whispering.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“If you fucking come, I will make you wish that you’d never lain eyes on me,” he threatens.
It’s hard to clench my legs closed, but not so hard to clench my core. I will my pussy not to release a single drop, but the betrayer that she is, she doesn’t listen. I feel a pearl of dew moisten my pussy lips, and I desperately want to release it.
Who knew that this type of behavior would arouse me?
When he finishes, he clicks a locking mechanism on either side of the cross and slowly begins to bend the cross forward until I’m bent in half with my ass jutting out.
Once again, he returns to the cabinet, and this time, it’s harder for me to angle my head to see the tool he’s selecting. He doesn’t hide it for long because I feel the sting of the paddle on my ass.
“Dominio!” I cry out at the hard whack that he brings across my behind the second time.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“You said that I wasn’t restricted.”
Chuckling, he shakes his head and says, “And she has a smart mouth. You will pay for your sarcasm and disobedience, Princesa.”
Is he serious? I didn’t disobey; I stayed within the rules.
The next time he spanks me, I realize those other spankings were mild and tame. It isn’t the force of the impact that takes my breath away, but what’s behind it.
At once, vibrations shoot through my body with the stinging awareness of pins and needles that electrify every possible nerve ending throughout me. Unfortunately, no numbing accompanies these sensations, so I feel every impression.
He does this several more times, and each time my mouth opens to say his name, it’s shocked straight out of me.
“Do you remember your safe word?” he asks, straightening the cross and bringing me upright.
I’m only slightly dizzy, but my body is trembling, and my ass is sore.
I manage to nod as the trembling in my body slows.
“Good,” he says, kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck.
The tension eases from my body at his sweet and attentive touches from his lips and hand. A tickling sensation erases the relaxing feel and begins to take over as I wonder what he’s doing to my body.
“Dominio,” I giggle.
The giggle is swallowed by a feeling of pain instantaneously as though the same toy he used to tickle is now being used to torture me.
It feels like claws are dragging down my back, across my ass, and then the backs of my thighs. The same object he’s using to bring me pleasure, he’s also using to inflict pain on me, and it feels as if my body is all over the place.
He spanks my ass while the feathery tickle crosses over the backs of my legs. My entire body clenches into a tight muscle, and I hold my breath, overwhelmed by the confusing sensations. I’m unsure if I love it or hate it.
“How do you feel, mi amor?”
“I don’t know,” I reply honestly.
“You didn’t use your safe word.”
“No, I didn’t. At times, it felt good and then, not so good.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Yes, it felt like claws dragging up my body and the electrical spanking you gave. I’ve never experienced anything so . . . electrifying?”
He chuckles and says, “I’m proud, Princesa, that you held up under pressure. How does your body feel?”
“It hurts, but I’m good,” I reply softly.
“I want you, Princesa. I want you so badly.”
“You can have me, Dominio.”
He grabs my chin, jerking my head sideways, and says, “You don’t make the calls. I do.”
My eyes graze over his and down to his lips. I want to kiss him, but he releases me and steps back.
“You will get me, but not how you want me.”
“All I want is you, Dominio.”
He removes his belt from his pants, and I wonder if he will spank me with it, but he doesn’t. Nazár lays it on his bed, steps out of his pants, and puts them on the bed.
I watch carefully with my heart in my throat as he removes his boxers. He’s ready for me, and I want to ride him until his dick falls off. Knowing that I make him this way excites me.
Nazár’s dick is huge and swollen with purple veins and a dark-red, bulbous, angry-tipped head.
It weeps and looks like it might explode if it gets a smidgen harder.
“Are you about to take me?”
“Yes, Princesa. I am.”
Why am I second-guessing my smart mouth that landed me in this situation?
This time, he goes to the cabinet behind me, and I hear him open and close a drawer before he returns to me.
“Is this ass virginal?”
My heart rushes to my throat. “It is, and it’s too tiny to do whatever you’re thinking, Dominio.”
“Are you employing your safe word, Princesa?” he asks, pausing.
My gut clenches, but my resolve is iron-clad. I said that I wanted the pain. I told him I wanted what he wanted, and he told me that if I walked down this path, there would be no going back.
Well, here I am.
“No, Dominio. I’m not employing my safe word,” I manage to grit out.
“What reservations are you having?” he asks, stroking his dick.
“I can’t imagine that big-ass pierced dick fitting in my tiny hole.”
Laughing, he says, “You have a very generous ass, Princesa.”
“Ass . . . as in cheeks. Not my asshole. That is a tiny, miniature, minuscule, almost nonexistent thing.”
He laughs again and says, “Are you employing your safe word?”
“Not using it.”
“Good.”
His hand slaps my ass harder than he did with the flogger or the paddle. The sound echoes around the room, and it’s dark except for the bluish-white light.
He slaps my ass again before he begins to rub my ass cheeks in opposing circles, getting me to relax. My pussy clenches when I feel his tongue licking around my ass.
His lips and tongue give me a workout back there that makes me come harder than any other man’s dick ever has. The entire time he’s eating my ass, his fingers pulsate and scissor inside my va-jay-jay.
My legs shake as I release, and a mewling cry erupts from my throat. Nazár kisses my ass cheeks, smacks me on the ass, and says, “That’s my good girl.”
Now that I finally let my guard down, he dribbles cold liquid in my crack and moves my ass in opposing circles.
His fingers slide inside my pussy again.
“Are you thirsty, Princesa?”
“No. I’m not.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Let’s get it over with.”
“No. Not with that attitude, Princesa. Your role is to please, submit to, and give me power and authority over your body. Are you ready to get spanked again?”
As much as I want to say yes, I can’t help but think about the vibrations, throbbing, and sensations accompanying that electrical spanking.
“No, Dominio. I’m not ready to be spanked.”
“Good,” he says, clicking the locking mechanism again and bending me forward on the cross. My ass is tilted at an angle that leaves me completely exposed. I feel as if no part of me is hiding from Nazár.
After he pours the lube, he starts the work.
First, the stretching and the pulling, and then comes him massaging it all in. His finger rubs my swollen clitoris as he presses himself against my ass. I feel the pressure but don’t give in, choosing to stay clenched against a pain I cannot fathom.
“Princesa, you will submit to me. You will give me what I need, or I will take what I need. Otherwise, use your safe word. Do not ever . . . play with me. Understood?”
“Yes,” I breathe softly.
I brace myself, inviting and welcoming the pain as I jut my ass out further.
My head rocks back and forth as I hold tight to the leather pillow at the top of the cross. Nazár presses his way into my ass.
“I love that you’re a virgin in this area and that I’m your first. I promise you’ll never forget me, Princesa.”
“With or without anal penetration, I will never forget you, Nazár,” I say.
We didn’t need to take it to this step. Yet, I want to prove that I can handle whatever he can dish out.
I’m a patient woman. I genuinely want what he wants.