Chapter 30
Grace
“You’re wearing pants,” he comments after we enter the bedroom.
I turn around to him with a sheepish smile. “I wanted to make it a bit harder for you today.”
“Is that so?”
A mischievous smile graces his face, as he approaches me.
“I might be unraveled,” he says. “But I always get what I want, little girl.”
He gives me a little peck on the forehead and his hands wander down to the hem of my blouse.
“Today I will do the undressing. Understand?”
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
He takes his time, peeling me out of my clothes item by item, and he never forgets to treat my trembling body with gentle caresses in between. My breathing changes, increasing its pace with every item I lose, with every stroke he grants me.
“Down on your knees,” he orders as soon as I’m completely naked.
I do as I’m told and look up in anticipation as he approaches me. Only now do I notice that he’s holding something leathery in his hand. The leash? I’m wearing my collar—voluntarily this time—but I haven’t seen the leash ever since my imprisonment with him ended. I’m no longer here, because I’m forced to be, but because there’s no place I’d rather be.
He goes down on his knees before me. “Lift your chin.”
“Yes, sir.”
He holds the little d-ring at the front of my collar with one hand, giving it a light pull while he smiles at me. A moment later, I hear a faint clicking sound as he attaches the leash to my collar.
He straightens up, holding the other end of the leash in his right hand. “On all fours.”
“Yes, sir.” I oblige immediately, making sure to hollow my back so he can have a nice view of my ass.
“Good girl,” he says. “Now follow me.”
He slowly walks toward the bed and I follow him on all fours.
“Up,” he orders as we reach the bed. “On all fours, with your face to me.”
I climb on the bed and get myself in the position. He kneels down in front of me so that our faces are almost on the same level. Softly pulling on the leash he directs my face toward him to give me a quick kiss.
“I have a special surprise for you today,” he says. “It may hurt a little, but it’s not dangerous.”
I look at him, my mouth half-open and with no attempt whatsoever to control my breathing.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper. “Of course I trust you.”
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, sir. Red.”
“Good girl.”
He gives me a quick kiss on the forehead and gets back up on his feet. I gasp when he yanks on the leash with a sudden unexpected move, forcing me to stumble to my right.
“Over to the headboard“, he orders, his voice commanding and filled with dominance. I hurry to comply, following his instructions as closely as I can, feeling the limitations imposed by the short leash he holds. There's no room for grace in this position, but he doesn’t seem to be concerned about that.
“Face down, ass up.“
I promptly turn around, positioning myself as he desires. I obediently respond, my words muffled and meek as they are swallowed by the soft sheets. But he isn't pleased. Two firm slaps land on my behind, eliciting a surprised groan mingled with a touch of pain.
“I want you to speak clearly,“ he asserts, his voice firm and unwavering. “Your mumbling is silly and disrespectful.“ I slightly turn my head, ensuring he hears my response this time, determined to comply. “Yes, sir.“
His mischievous smile widens as I receive another spanking, each cheek tingling with delightful pain. Sweet, sweet kiss of agony.
“Try to sound less annoyed next time, will you?“ he remarks, his voice laced with amusement.
I can't help but smile back, the intensity of the moment seeping into my being. “Yes, sir.“
He climbs onto the bed beside me, the leash cascading down my back, its cool leather creating a pleasing contrast against my skin. A fleeting thought flits through my mind, secretly wishing for him to use the leash to spank me. But he has something else in mind.
His right hand tenderly caresses the fiery skin of my ass cheeks, his touch both soothing and electrifying. It traverses a slow, deliberate path, making its way between my legs with unwavering precision. The anticipation builds, a current of desire flowing through my veins.
“God, you're so wet,“ he whispers in his endearing voice. “Why are you so wet?“
My cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as his finger delicately strokes my slickness.
I raise my head, gasping in surprise, and my hips instinctively arch back, craving more of his touch, when he slides a finger inside of me. It feels exquisite, and words become secondary to the pleasure coursing through my veins. Instead of replying, I groan, surrendering to the sensations as his skilled fingers circle and bend, expertly seeking out my most sensitive spot. It's easy to forget the need for speech when every stroke of his fingers fills me with such blissful delight.
But he never forgets. He withdraws his fingers, repurposing his hand for a different purpose—spanking. Each strike lands with unyielding force, carving its mark into my flesh. Moans of pleasure escape my lips, blending with the sting of each impact.
When he finally stops, I turn my gaze back to him, a playful smile dancing on my lips. The hunger for more, for a different kind of touch, burns within me. His eyebrow raises, catching my mischievous expression.
“You really want a little punishment, don’t you?” he asks. “I promised you something special, and you shall get it.“
I nod, my voice barely a breath. “Yes, sir.“
I hear him unwrap something, but I can't see what it is from my position. A few moments later, I feel one of his hands back between my legs, gently stroking my wet clit. I lean back and moan, my entire body yearning for more, though it doesn't seem like he's about to give me the pleasure of his cock just yet.
His fingers playfully move up, now massaging my ass. I welcome the sensation with a delighted wiggle of my hips.
And then I sense something different. An object of some sort. It's cold, hard, and slightly damp. Definitely not a jewel plug. He brushes it against my skin, slowly moving towards my tight entrance. I assume it's some kind of plug, but not a large one. While he continues to stroke my clit, he gradually pushes it inside my ass. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt at all. It's nothing compared to the jewel plug.
He ensures the small plug is securely in place, giving it a gentle tap. I still have no idea what it is until he enlightens me.
“I thought I should treat you with this,” he whispers, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. “Since you like ginger so much.”
Ginger? Why would he stick a piece of ginger root up there? And why cut it so small?
“Don't move,“ he warns firmly. “Even when the burning starts. I want you to stay still. Understand?“
“Yes, sir,“ I respond, my voice filled with both curiosity and compliance.
Just as I begin to wonder what kind of burning sensation he's referring to, I feel it. My eyes widen in realization as the tingling sensation ignites inside my tight hole.
Of course, he can tell.
“Feeling it now, aren't you?“ he remarks, a touch of satisfaction in his voice.
“Yes, sir,“ I breathe, attempting to remain relaxed as the burning sensation intensifies. His hands remain on my body, one skillfully massaging the wetness between my legs, while the other strokes my back, seemingly trying to calm me. The feeling turns to pain, joining in a delicious blend with the pleasure his touch provides.
“Lift your ass a little more,“ he demands, his voice filled with authority. “Show me how pretty you are.“
I arch my back, raising my ass as high as I can, fully exposing myself to him. And now, the burning sensation truly takes hold. It amplifies, increasing in intensity by at least fivefold. It starts to hurt, but in a strangely pleasurable way. I moan, savoring the stinging pain that courses through me. With each passing moment, the burning sensation grows stronger.
“Oh God,“ I gasp, struggling to maintain my composure and resist the urge to remove the fiery ginger. Every fiber of my being longs to move, to alleviate the sensation, but I fight against my instincts.
His hand now rests on my neck, applying gentle pressure, pushing my head down. Meanwhile, his other hand teases my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The combination of the fiery pain in my ass and the intense stimulation on my sensitive nub drives me to the edge of insanity. I desperately yearn for him to be inside me, to join these sensations into an explosive climax.
It's so intense, so deep. And exactly what I crave, what I have always craved for as long as I can think.
“Don't come yet,“ he warns, his words penetrating my thoughts as if he can read my desires. “This is a punishment, don't forget.“
I nod, my mind focused on the conflicting sensations surging through me, the burning heat and the forbidden pleasure, as I strive to endure and obey his command.
By now, it really feels like fire. Sweet, searing fire. Beads of sweat form on my forehead as I struggle to endure.
How much longer can I take this? I desperately want to find out.
He ceases caressing my clit, and for a while, he simply watches me. His left hand still presses my head down, keeping me in position. He observes as I grapple with the pain, fighting the urge to move. Restless breaths escalate into heavy panting. Sweat streams down my face and back, the intensity of the burning only growing.
Yet, the thought of using my safe word doesn't even cross my mind. I trust him; he's monitoring me, aware that I can withstand this. And deep down, I want to. Despite the searing agony, the wetness between my legs tells the truth my body cannot deny.
Eventually, the sound of his unbuckling belt reaches my ears. Thank God! His hand releases my neck.
An explosion of emotions courses through my entire being as he enters me in one slow, penetrating thrust. He remains still, his pelvis pressing against my burning behind. The pulsating pain and the fullness of his cock engulf my senses.
He removes the ginger, but the pain persists. If anything, there's barely any difference, except for the absence of the intrusive root within me. His hands grip my hips fiercely, and he fucks me with brutal force, thrusting deeply.
Moans escape my lips, and instinctively, I lift my head to savor the intensity. But he promptly pushes me back down.
“Come,” he breathes. “Come with me.”
I don't even need to touch my clit—my orgasm takes hold as soon as I'm given permission. A yelp escapes me as waves of pleasure crash over me. His thrusts slow, maintaining his full length inside me. I feel the pulsing of his own orgasm as my muscles continue to clench around him and he joins me in my utter delight.