Chapter 7 #3
She draws her hand back instantly and sits back on her heels, both her hands palms up on her parted thighs in surrender, her head bowed. She knows I love seeing her like this, in this classic attitude of submission. But there are other positions I like even more.
I lift my foot and use my boot to push her onto her back, and as she hits the floor her eyes widen in surprise, even though I’ve done this to her dozens of times before.
I press down right between her fantastic tits, harder, harder, until she’s drawing in one gasping breath after another.
I slide my boot down her body, an inch at a time, still pressing hard enough to leave marks on her skin, until I get to her bare mound, then I press my boot between her thighs.
I press, then release, right over her clit, and her chest and her cheeks go bright red as I work her clit with the rough boot. She begins to pant, and I stop.
“Nah, you don’t get to come yet, Girl. And not like this. I haven’t even hurt you yet, have I?”
She doesn’t answer. She knows I don’t need her to. Not now, when we are Master and Girl again.
“Spread,” I command her.
She parts her thighs, opening them wide, and I shove my booted toe right against her cunt, working the tip in between the lush folds of her pussy, pressing hard.
“That’s right. Now move your hips, Girl. Fuck my boot.”
She begins a rhythmic arching, and it’s hot as hell.
I can barely stand to look at her, but I can’t tear my gaze away.
Her cheeks are absolutely blazing, and I know she’s getting off on this as much as I am.
And as she humps the toe of my big, black boot, I unbuckle my belt and slip it through the loops of my trousers, double it over in my hands and smack her full tit with it.
She pauses only for a moment, takes in a sharp, gasping breath, then keeps humping as I hit the other tit.
The marks are immediate, a bright red slash on each side.
I love a good mark, especially if I’m the one who leaves it.
And as I smack one firm tit, then the other, working the undersides, then the pierced nipples, my cock goes hard as a damn rock, pulsing in time with the beating I’m giving her, with the pumping of her hips against my boot.
I see her muscles tense, and knowing she’s about to come whether I’ve given my permission or not, I pull my boot away and smack her pussy with the heavy belt.
And oh, her eyes get huge, the pupils enormous as she tries not to yell.
“Spread wider for me,” I demand, and she does. “Nah, pull your knees up and hold them. Yeah, that’s it. Give me that cunt to beat.”
Good Girl that she is, she does what she’s told, and I go to work on her sweet, naked pussy. And the more I beat it, the pink flesh going red, swelling and weeping with need, the fucking hotter it is for me.
I drop the belt, and grab her body, quickly turning her over.
“Hold yourself on your hands and knees. Yeah, girl. And spread for me.”
Her head bowed, she opens her thighs, and I kneel down and press two fingers inside her wet cunt.
And Jesus fuck, but she’s soaking wet. I add another finger, then a fourth, and fuck her hard and fast. I can feel her g-spot swelling, and I work it for a minute, but she begins to shake, her cunt clenching my fingers, and I know she won’t be able to hold off for too much longer, despite her years of training.
“Don’t you dare come. D’you hear me? Do not come.”
She lets out a quiet sigh, which pleases me. Maybe because she’s been so damn silent all these years. My dick is raging, needing to get out, to fuck this Girl. I press a hand on it, but it doesn’t help. Did I really fucking think it would?
I chuckle to m’self. Can’t help it. Then I slide my fingers from her cunt and plunge two fingers into her asshole, and begin a hard fucking right away.
And with my free hand I reach around and pinch her nipple, twist it, then let it go to rake my nails over her ribs, down her side, leaving a trail of deep red gouges in her pale flesh.
I add a third finger to her ass, rake my nails down her back, then dig them into her ass cheek, again and again, until she’s streaked with blood.
And me being me, I lean down to lick at the red droplets.
Yes. Mine.
I’ve done this to other slaves, but with her the thought is always the same.
Yes! Mine!
That idea swirls in my head, and I can’t seem to escape it. I fuck her ass harder, dig my nails in again, lick the blood from her skin, but it’s not enough. I pick up the belt and beat her again as I plunge deep into her ass, the belt leaving satisfying welts on her back. Still not enough.
“Not fucking enough!” I roar before I pull my fingers from her body and roughly flip her onto her back once more.
I beat her tits again with the heavy belt, blow after blow. Then the front of her thighs, pausing to slap her pussy again.
“Spread, Girl,” I command.
Her thighs part, and her pussy is red and swollen. And soaking wet despite the small sobs escaping her.
I lean over her, my face only inches from hers.
“Have I hurt you enough, Girl?”
She shakes her head.
“Speak to me,” I order her, nearly yelling at her.
What the fucking hell is wrong with me? Why am I so bloody pissed off?
“Never, Master,” she says, tears rolling down her cheeks.
I shove her thighs wider, unzip, take my dick out, and shove into her warm, sweet cunt.
She sighs quietly, and for some reason that sound fucking undoes me. It’s the sound a lover might make. A woman who’s giving her body to the man she adores, not a slave Girl whose been literally beaten bloody.
The whole world slows down for me, and with my cock already inside her, I go still all over for a few moments, just looking down at her face. I’ve never seen a woman this beautiful in my life. She’s never looked so utterly fucking gorgeous. Perfection in the flesh.
I find myself stroking her cheek with gentle fingers, then I bend down to kiss her.
She opens for me right away, her tongue tangling with mine, and I cannot fucking take it, my mind blown.
I can’t seem to do anything but kiss her, kiss her, her mouth like some fucking fantastic bit of magic under mine, sweet as peaches.
I can’t get deep enough into this woman’s mouth.
And when she arches her body up against mine, I start to move, slipping deep inside her, then out again.
And it’s like that night in London; there’s no denying it.
I feel like my chest might explode. Like I might die right here, right now.
I wrap my arms around her body, holding her close as I press into her, fucking her gently.
No. This is not fucking.
I break free of her mouth only to kiss her neck, her shoulder, biting just a little into the flesh at her throat, but I don’t go deep. I don’t need to. It’s more a tasting of her flesh than it is to hurt her. I don’t need that now.
I pump my hips as pleasure builds, making my balls pull tight. But no tighter than my chest as emotion floods my body, as I go warm all over. And once again, it’s that warmth I felt earlier taking her hand, rather than the fiery heat of domination. It’s her. It’s us.
I murmur, “Giselle, can you come for me?”
“Oh, yes.”
She pulls her knees up, and I shift to plunge deeper inside her, over and over while her sweet pussy tightens around me.
I move back to her mouth, kissing her, kissing her, until her panting breath explodes against my lips, her pussy convulsing around my hard flesh.
And with a roar I come inside her, my body shaking, my arms tightening around her. My mind going blank, my vision blurred.
I see nothing but her.
Giselle.