Forty-Four
M y mind and heart race as the cloud I've been floating on since the restaurant stays beneath my feet, carrying me from Rome’s car to the inside of his house, where we kiss the second the door is closed. After four days, our bodies have clearly spent enough time apart to develop withdrawal, now we’re desperate to binge on each other.
Rome and I stay connected, our hands pulling us closer, our mouths never parting as we bump our way through the house. We crash into furniture, bounce off the corner of a wall, and knock a few picture frames crooked, but we eventually reach our destination and stand at the top of the stairs that lead to his playroom.
“We don't have to do this,” Rome says, even as he kisses me on the neck and I'm distracted by the erection in his pants. “I didn't bring you back here for this.”
“No?” I ask, my neck arched to give him easier access to it. “What’d you bring me back for?”
“Because I love you, and I was going to die if I didn't have you near me. We’re back together, and that is all I needed. You belong to me again.”
“Forever?”
He keeps kissing, making his way up to my ear, where whispers, “For fucking ever.”
I know I could go the more romantic route. I could choose to lay with him on the couch and watch movies while we drink wine. I could lay on my stomach in his bed while he massages my back and shoulders. We could simply cuddle, our fingers caressing each other’s skin while we bask in a bliss-filled fog of happiness. There are a lot of things we could do after reuniting tonight, and I know Rome is in the headspace of a remorseful Dom who is willing to put aside all of his desires to do whatever makes his sub happy. But the truth is that there is only one thing I want right now, and he and I both know it’s the only way for us to reconnect properly.
I put my hand on the doorknob and push it open. “Take me to the playroom, Sir.”
Rome’s eyes darken as he grins. “With pleasure, my little goddess.”
He takes me by the hand and leads me down the stairs step by step, and the second we reach the bottom Rome spins around and pins his mouth to mine. His aggressiveness returns now that I have given him permission, and we kiss our way through the playroom until he brings us to a sudden stop. Without hesitation, I immediately remove my clothes and begin lowering myself to my knees in front of him, in a rush to submit and allow my Dom to use my consent at his leisure. But as I drop down, Rome places a hand beneath my chin and lifts me back up.
“No,” he tells me. “Don't kneel. Stand … and back up.”
Placing all of my trust in him, I don't even glance over my shoulder as I take steps backward until I bump into something hard. Rome smiles as he stands in front of me, placing one hand on my hip and the other on my right wrist.
“Take one step to your left,” he commands.
When I move, Rome guides me by the waist, then raises my wrist and secures it to a leather cuff dangling from the upper arm of his Saint Andrew’s cross. My heart soars as he continues strapping me in, starting first with my other hand before moving down to my ankles. When he's finished I am completely open to him, naked with my arms and legs spread wide. I have no control and I am not free to move.
Perfect.
Rome steps back, assessing my body like a carpenter inspecting his work. His eyes roam my body as he removes his shirt, teasing my eyes and hands. I want to pull him closer. I want his body on top of mine, his fingers in my hair. But he continues backing up until he reaches the black pillar that is covered in floggers. I watch him turn his head and examine each one, scrutinizing them as if they could have flaws that make them unworthy of the scene we are about to commence. When he finally makes a choice and lifts his hand to retrieve it, my mouth drops open and my skin turns to gooseflesh.
“This,” he says proudly as the toy dangles to the floor, “is the cat o’ nine tails. It used to be a torture device a long time ago. Now it’s my favorite version of a flogger.” He steps closer to me so that I can see the detail in each long tress. “Before I use it on you, tell me what your safe word is.”
I keep my eyes on the flogger. “ La regina .”
“Good girl. What does it mean?”
“The queen.”
“That’s right. When the queen is summoned, everything stops. Until then … don't let fear consume you, my little goddess. I see it in your eyes now, when all I should see is trust. Decide now if you want me to continue.”
I don't hesitate. “Of course I do. Please continue, Sir.”
Rome smiles again before stepping away. He goes to the spanking bench and retrieves the wand stand he used on me before, and places a wand inside of it before sliding it over to the cross that is holding me captive. He flicks on the wand, making it hum to life before positioning it between my legs. The vibrations hit my clit like a shockwave that ripples up my body.
“Oh god,” I say aloud, the sensation almost too much to bear. Just as I relax and settle into it, Rome raises his hand and flicks his wrist.
Thwack .
The tails rip across my stomach, leaving a trail of red on my skin in its wake. My muscles jolt and I let out an involuntary chirp, shocked by how much it hurt … and how much I liked it.
There is something about this version of pain that people outside the lifestyle don't understand. For most people, the only pain they experience is excruciating. Breaking a bone or tearing a muscle hurts so much that it inflicts people with fear, and the fear heightens the pain. The mind is a very powerful tool, which is why it takes a very special kind of person to let go of fear and enjoy the sensation of pain. Once fear is removed, pain can become pleasure when it is placed in trustworthy hands.
Rome whips the tails again, and this time I don't chirp. The pain streaking across my chest mixes with the pleasure between my legs and I quickly surge toward an orgasm. The two feelings become overwhelming, confusing my body and sending me reeling and wanting more.
“You like it?” Rome asks, steadying himself in front of me as he grips the shaft of the flogger.
The vibrator continues to hum, nearly stealing the words from my throat and replacing them with moans of agonizing pleasure.
“Yes … Yes, Sir,” I manage to say before letting out a groan.
“I like this,” Rome says. “I like watching you whimper, the way your body wants to curl into a ball but is forced open for me. I love having control over you.”
He swings the flogger again.
Thwack.
“I love watching your skin change colors for me.”
Thwack.
“The way your legs quiver from the kiss of the tails.”
Thwack.
“The way the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure turn you inside out right in front of me.”
Thwack.
“And I love knowing that you're on the verge of coming, but cannot without your Sir’s permission.”
Thwack.
I suck in a deep breath as the truth of Rome’s words become my reality. An orgasm storms forward, ready to unleash the most pleasurable hell upon me.
“Fuck. Sir, can I please come? Please!” I shriek just as I'm about to lose control.
Rome drops the cat o’ nine tails and quickly pulls the wand away from my clit. “No.”
I let out a disappointed groan as the orgasm recedes into the darkness, replaced by frustration.
“Aww. Are you heartbroken, my little goddess?” Rome asks, teasing me as he runs the back of his hand down my reddened torso.
“Yes, Sir,” I admit, frowning and wincing from the sensitivity of my flesh.
“You wanted to come for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You wanted me to let you be my little whore and orgasm all over that wand. Didn't you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, pleading with my eyes.
Rome’s hand continues to slide down my skin until his knuckles graze over my clit and I suck in a whoosh of air.
“Still sensitive for me I see,” he says, so proud of himself. “Maybe I should do something about that.”
“Yes. Please,” I beg, letting go of all senses of shame. I don't care how desperate I look or sound. I just want him to touch me.
“There's my favorite word,” he replies, smiling as he looks at my lips. “Say it again. I want to watch that mouth of yours beg me to let you come.”
My heart flutters with need and I feel like a child begging for candy. “Please, Sir. Please let me come for you.”
“The only way you can earn the right to come for me is if it’s in my mouth. Do you understand me? I want to taste how much you love me.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
Rome drops down to his knees and clamps his mouth on my dripping pussy. His lips and tongue are magic on my clit, with a combination of swirls and sucking that make my head spin. I want to reach down and grip the sides of his face so I can ride his tongue like a bull, but the cross has me bound beautifully. All I can do is let him work on me until my need to come returns with a furious vengeance.
“Sir, please, for the love of god, let me come in your mouth,” I beg.
Rome finally relents and grants me permission.
“Give it to me, my little goddess. I’m going to swallow every last drop of you.”
Rome sucks on my clit and licks it with a flat tongue, and my body erupts as I let go and allow the orgasm to detonate. My head flies backward and slams against the wood of the cross as my arms and legs flex, testing the strength of each cuff as I growl and convulse. Rome doesn't back away. He does as he promised and keeps his mouth glued to me, sucking my clit while I unload down his throat.
“That’s my fucking girl,” he says as he stands and pushes his pants down, finally letting me see how hard he is. But he doesn't waste time showing off his immense thickness. Rome steps forward and pushes himself into me, stretching me out so fucking good.
“Fuck!” I yell, just as he begins to plow into me without remorse.
Rome fucks me hard and fast, each stroke is a wrecking ball that destroys me. I yell until my throat is fire and squeeze my eyes shut until they ache. He fucks me like he hates my entire existence until he announces that he is ready to come, too.
“I'm about to fucking explode,” he roars.
“Yes. I want it on my stomach,” I reply, remembering how amazing it felt on my skin before. My new fetish comes forward like a stampede, craving to have Rome’s cum splattered all over my body. “Please, Rome. I want you to cum all over me. Give it to me, Sir.”
“Fuck!” he screams as he pulls out and strokes his cock in front of me.
I watch as a thick white rope ejects from his cock and lands on my navel, followed by another hitting the middle of my stomach, and another splashing just below my breasts. The warm cum feels incredible, and it all is like a kinky dream coming true. I fucking love every second of it.
When he's finished, Rome drops down to one knee just to gather his strength again. He takes in huge breaths, looking up at me with love beaming from his eyes. After a moment, he leaves me fastened to the cross and comes back with a warm towel, using it to clean his cum off of me before releasing my restraints. Once I'm free, he swoops me up into his arms and carries me over to the black bed in the corner, where we lay with his arms wrapped around me.
Here, in his arms, I am safe from all harm. The drama of it all is now over, and I am free. I am protected. I am certain. I am in love. In his arms, I am home.