22. Ryker
22
Ryker
S he lets out a deep breath, gets on her hands and knees and slowly crawls to me, stopping between my outspread legs. She’s not far away, so it doesn’t take her long, and I can see her cheeks blush at the humiliation of crawling to me like an animal. I’d be willing to bet she’s soaked right now and it’s taking all my willpower not to check.
“How did that make you feel?” I ask, tipping her chin up so our eyes meet. I know eye contact is hard for her, but she’ll get used to it.
The blush that stains her cheeks deepens as she responds, “Embarrassed, I think–but also turned on?”
“Good. You looked stunning crawling to me. I hope you know that.” I’ll keep telling her how beautiful and amazing she is until she believes it, because it’s all true. “Stand, remove everything except your bra and underwear and then back on your knees.”
She hesitates for a moment, but does as she’s told, as I make my way to the other side of the room, gathering what I need. When I finally turn, she’s already back in place and my breath is stolen from my lungs at the sight of her.
Her back is to me, which means she, thankfully, can't see my very obvious erection. My cock wants to punch through my zipper at the vision that is her succulent, round ass. Her blonde hair lays in waves down her back and stops at the low cut black bra she’s wearing. I've never been jealous of a piece of clothing before, but there's a first time for everything.
I come up behind her and gently pet her head. “You’re doing so well,” I praise. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she nods.
“Open your mouth.” She obeys and I place the ball gag I grabbed in her mouth, securing it behind her head. I follow with the blindfold but decide to warn her.
“I’m going to put a blindfold on you now. Don’t move.”
Her shoulders tense slightly at the loss of vision. Fuck. She’s perfect. And when I bend to run my hands down her arms, I don’t miss the goosebumps that arise on her fair skin at my touch.
“I know you have a lot on your mind, but all I want you to do is listen to my voice and try to clear all that clutter. I’ve taken away your ability to see and speak, to try and help you with this. Nod if you understand.”
She nods as I circle her.
“I’m going to touch you in various ways. Focus on the sensations.” She nods again. “We haven’t discussed your safeword yet, but since you couldn’t speak it anyway, if you need to stop, for any reason, just shake your head and say uh uh .”
I reach my hand around her and run it from shoulder to shoulder, slowly and gently, pausing at her throat for just a moment. She lets out a small moan and that small sound renders me temporarily frozen. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard and I’d give anything to be the cause of her making that sound over and over.
It’s not exactly cold in here, but she’s still covered in goosebumps and it excites me to see how responsive she is to this. I grab a feather next and slowly work it from the crack of her luscious ass, up and over her shoulder, down between the valley of her full breasts. Jesus, who am I torturing here? Because it certainly feels like I’m the one suffering and for a brief moment, I second guess my decision to keep things non-sexual.
“One more, okay?” She nods, and I don’t miss her squeezing her thighs together. She's turned on. If things were different, I’d have her tied to the bed with a vibrator on her clit, wringing orgasm after orgasm from her. I’ll have to think about that later when I take care of this problem in my pants.
She checked impact play as an interest on her list, so let’s see how she handles just a small taste of what my crop can do. I run the flared end across her plump ass, one cheek and then the next, then upwards along her spine, slowly. She visibly shivers and I take the moment to pull it away from her body to swat her ass lightly, causing her to jump.
“Stay still, sweet girl. You’ve been so good for me. Let’s keep that up, yeah?” I didn’t hit her very hard, but I am planning on getting there to see what she may be able to handle.
I pull the crop away again, and land another on her opposite cheek, a little harder than before. Another moan. “Someone likes a little pain, doesn’t she?” She whimpers into the ball gag, and I glance around her to see a line of drool hanging from the left side of her mouth.
I squat next to her, place my middle finger at her chin and collect the spit before it drops to the floor. “You’re drooling, baby,” I tease. “I hope you know how sexy that is and how hard it makes me to see you like this.” And then I suck my finger clean, because I need to taste some part of her. I’m probably dancing along the lines I’ve drawn, but it’s fine as long as I don’t cross it, right?
I stand and return to the task at hand, because this is not about me. It’s about helping her get out of her head. I rear back and land a heavier blow to her right ass cheek, half expecting her to stop me–stop this . But she doesn’t. She lets out a loud moan so erotic I can feel precum leaking from my throbbing shaft. Trying to ignore my raging erection, I pepper more blows, creating the sexiest pink glow on her creamy, white skin.
“Just a few more, baby. You okay?”
She mumbles a drawn out and muted mmhmm and I can already see a sheen of sweat forming on her skin.
“Lean over and put your forehead on the floor for me. Show me your beautiful ass ,” I order and now I’m sure my cock is going to explode at the sight. I can see the moisture from her wet cunt from here, leaking through her panties. It’s simply the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I palm my cock through my pants to relieve some pressure, but it’s not working. Maybe if I think about something else besides this siren laid out before me.
Dead puppies. Dead puppies. Dead puppies.
Nope.
Fuck my life.
I lean down to rub her ass, while trying to convince myself it’s not sexual if I’m simply soothing the pain I caused.
I stand and pull the crop back, landing it hard on one cheek, and then the other. I’m not going easy on her, but I don’t think she minds, because she’s moaning more and her chest is now heaving with every blow.
“That’s it, baby. Get out of that pretty head of yours and feel everything I’m doing to you.”
Her head falls to the side as she grunts, her body shaking. She hasn’t shown me she wants or needs to stop, but this is her first time, so I slow my swings to a stop, making the call for her.
Her face is beet red, and her breathing is already slowing. She looks almost peaceful. I was worried for a brief moment that I pushed her too hard, but the wetness dripping down her thighs tells a different story. She just came.
Arabella
I just came. Holy fucking shit.
My body is still shaking as I come down from the high of such an intense release. That’s never happened, although to be fair I’ve never tried anything like that before. I’ve imagined lots of things, since I started really researching, but I could never have anticipated I’d orgasm from pain alone.
I lay there with my face still on the floor and ass in the air, exposed and vulnerable. I have no doubt he can see everything, including the arousal soaking through my underwear. Does he know?
“Arabella, did you just come?” Okay. He totally knows. His voice is huskier and lower than usual, almost like this turned him on as much as it did me. Is it me or what he did to me? The way he touched and spoke to me leads me to believe it may actually be me that has him so riled up, but I suppose it’s possible he’s just playing the part. None of this is new to him.
I mumble into the gag, ashamed to admit that I just had the hardest orgasm of my life and he wasn’t even fucking me.
He grabs my arms to help me sit up, removing the blindfold once I’m upright.
“Close your eyes, it’s going to be bright.”
I squint and turn my head like I can avoid the light from accosting me. Then he's unbuckling the gag and slowly pulling it from my mouth.
My jaw works side to side, trying to relieve the stiffness that’s set in.
“Are you okay?”
I blink up at him and his pupils are blown so wide, there’s hardly any blue left. I’d say he’s definitely aroused. He looks like he’s about to pounce.
“I’m fine,” I assure him, grinning. “My jaw is a little stiff, but it was worth it.”
“That’s good to hear. Now tell me, did you come?”
“Yes, Sir.” I can’t tell if he’s happy about my admission, or not, but I watch his jaw tick for a brief second before I ask, “Is that bad?”
“It’s not bad, but it’s not exactly common. It could mean that you’re a masochist, so we could explore that more in the future, if you’d like.”
And just like that, he’s back to clinical, professional Ryker. After what we just did, I could have sworn there was something more to this than just a teacher/student arrangement, but clearly I was wrong. I know I agreed to his terms of things not getting sexual, but my desire for him has already grown. After just one scene, I feel connected to him in a way that I’ve never felt with anyone. But it’s clear he doesn’t feel the same.
“Sure, I’d like that,” I tell him, while trying to school my disappointment.
He nods and hands me a bottle of water, while simultaneously helping me to my feet. “Drink this and see how you feel. We’ll stay here until you feel steady on your feet, and then we’ll head home.”
I nod and sit on the foot of the bed.
We spend the next twenty minutes in silence before leaving the way we came to go back to his place.