Chapter 10 #2
“Lick,” I tell her, and she turns toward my hand, licking my fingers, then sucking them into her mouth. And Jesus fuck, the sucking is making me hard again.
I still need to make her come with my precious club buried in her.
“Stay,” I order her.
I go to the sink to wash my hands, then I pull a package of wipes from a cupboard and wipe my dick clean.
When I turn back to her she’s holding perfectly still, and the billy club protruding from her asshole is hot as fuck—doesn’t matter that I just got off; I could get hard all over again just from looking at her like this.
In a state of total submission, every inch the elegant slave, with this filthy object impaling her.
Yeah.
I move closer and see that her pussy is wet, weeping with need, and I want it.
I grasp the billy club and begin to fuck her with it, slowly at first as I reach down to play with her pussy, caressing and pinching the folds, then finger-fucking her, slipping out now and then to pinch her hard little clit.
Soon her breath is catching in her throat, and I know she needs my permission.
“I can feel your g-spot all swollen and hot inside you, my girl. And I know you’re getting off on my club in your ass. Tell me you like it,” I demand.
“Mmm, yes. I love it, Master. Thank you, Master.”
“Do you need to come, girl?”
“Yes. Yes, please…”
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to… Oh! I need…I need you to fuck me harder, Master. I need you to make it hurt.”
I feel the wicked grin sliding over my face. Can’t fucking help it. Not when she begs me so nicely for pain to carry her to the point of pleasure.
I ram the club harder inside her as I pinch her clit between my fingers, and a shiver runs through her, inside and out.
Her breathing accelerates to a harsh pant as I fuck her, fuck her, with my billy club, then with my fingers thrusting deep inside her wet, silky cunt.
And hell, yeah, I’m hard again, and this girl is going to come with my club inside her body, christening it, as it were, and I am fucking delirious over it.
“Yeah, you take it, my girl. You come onto my club, into my hand. Come now.”
I ram the club hard and deep, and a low growl starts in her throat that turns into a scream as she gets off, so hard her entire body is rocked, and I have to focus to keep her clit pinched between my fingers, to keep thrusting the club into her ass.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
Fucking Christ, that sound is glorious, and my dick is pulsing so damn hard.
But I keep working her, attuned to every twitch of her muscles, every panting breath as she keeps coming and coming, the scream turning to a throaty sob, then finally to a quiet mewling even as her cunt clenches and her hips arch against the hard edge of the marble counter.
Finally I pull the billy club out and set it on the counter, reaching for the wipes and cleaning her up: her ass, then with a fresh wipe, her streaming cunt, her thighs, the side of the counter, then I use another one on my hands.
I toss the wipes aside before I lift her, sit her on the counter, then press her down onto her back on the marble.
I step in between her thighs and push her knees up to her shoulders, exposing her to me.
And yeah, that sweet, pink flesh… So damn inviting, plump and swollen, her clit peeking out from between the folds.
I am not done with her yet.
She wanted pain, and she shall have it.
I whip my belt off and smack the back of her thighs with it, then her calves, the bottoms of her feet. Her breath is coming faster, her sweet cunt growing wetter from the pain, and her skin is welting all over, which I fucking love to see. But I need to see more.
“Spread,” I tell her, and she knows just what to do.
She opens her thighs wide, bracing her knees with her hands. Perfect.
“You are so fucking perfect,” I tell her before I slap her pussy with the end of the leather belt.
There’s a sharp, hissing breath, but she’s still managing to be quiet. That won’t do at all.
I smack her again, the heavy leather coming down on her tender mound over and over, until finally a tear slides down her face.
“Ah, yeah, there it is, your pretty, pretty tears. Cry for me, my girl.”
I go back to beating her pussy, sometimes beating her thighs again, and the bottoms of her feet.
Her chest and face are bright red; I know this fucking hurts.
I also know she loves it. When I pause to swipe my hands over her cunt, she’s dripping wet.
And a sort of rageful lust explodes in me.
I have to have her. Hurt her. Make her scream again.
I force her legs down so they’re hanging over the edge of the island.
“Arms over your head,” I tell her, my own breath a sharp rasp in my throat.
I begin to beat the front of her body with the heavy belt, the leather leaving a pattern of bright pink welts all over her skin: her stomach, her tits, the tops of her thighs, and she’s panting hard.
It’s still not enough.
I take one leg and brace it against my shoulder, and I shove my fingers inside her cunt. They slide right in, no resistance. I go at her g-spot, working it viciously as I beat her tits with the belt, making sure to hit the pierced nipples over and over. Tears stream down her face.
Still not nearly enough.
I lean in and bite into her flesh: first her thigh, then her stomach, then I really lean in and sink my teeth into her perfect tits, biting deep, tasting blood, licking it, sucking it from her flesh as I fuck her.
Her panting turns into a series of small sobs as I work her g-spot, as I use my teeth to take as much of her as I can. And with one truly wicked bite into her areola, she screams, gushing onto my hand, squirting so hard her entire body is wracked with spasms, and I can barely hang onto her.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
I shove my hips against my hand inside her, using my own weight to thrust harder into her, and with my other hand I reach up to grab her by the throat, and squeeze.
Her screaming turns to sobbing, and I watch her face, fascinated, as I choke her out.
Her lashes flutter, her eyes roll back, and she goes quiet.
I let go and slap her face to make her come to, and she does, her gaze instantly catching mine.
There’s a fierceness there that grows as I work her g-spot again.
And even as her face turns bright red, as the tears course down her cheeks, as I feel her g-spot swell against my fingers, as she squirts all over again, her gaze is locked to mine.
Fierce. Glowing. Golden. And she is that lioness.
She’s still shivering when I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom, where I lay her down on the bed, then get out of my damn clothes as fast as I can and on top of her, this beautiful girl who has a fucking death grip on my heart.
Holding my body up on my arms so I can peer down into her face, I plunge inside her.
Her eyes go wide, and she’s crying again, and it’s so damn beautiful: her tears, her damp cheeks, her plump lips.
I lean in to kiss her as I fuck her, and sensation is so goddamn intense, stabbing into me: my hard cock, my balls, my belly.
And fuck, I can barely take it, no matter that I just came not long ago.
I’m like a teenage boy with his first warm tit in his hand, except she’s hardly my first. No, it’s her.
Giselle.
So fucking perfect. So damn beautiful, gazing up at me with those big hazel eyes, her mouth a small ‘o’ as she pants, moving her hips in rhythm with mine, arching up into me, taking me deeper.
And in moments I can feel it coming, like a wave hovering over my body.
Pleasure slams into me, and this time it’s me yelling.
“Ahhhh, fuck! So fucking good, my girl. Too fucking good…”
It’s like an earthquake, and I’m shaking like she did earlier, and I can’t fucking believe how she makes me feel in every cell of my body. My brain. My goddamn empty, cold heart that’s not empty any longer.
I wrap my arms around her and just hang on. I don’t know what else to do.
I have to find a way to keep her. Make her mine—really mine.
My mind is a desperate mess, cloudy with pleasure, with too many thoughts running through my head.
But she’s stroking my face with her soft hands, and suddenly I can’t even remember what I was thinking. She runs her thumb over my lower lip, and my brain shifts, focusing on her as I take her thumb into my mouth and suck. She smiles up at me, like the light from fucking heaven, I swear it.
“Master, may I speak?” she asks, her voice low and rough. Her throat’s probably sore from screaming.
“Yeah, yeah. And it’s just us right now.”
“Okay,” she says, then she’s quiet for a few long moments.
“I know I’m confusing you,” I say.
“No. No. It’s just I’m getting used to these shifts in our roles.”
“Yeah, me too. Say what you need to, my lovely.”
“Is this how it would be?” she asks. “I mean, if you find a way for us to be together. Slipping in and out of roles like this? With me getting to still be your slave, but sometimes just us, playing house?”
“Yeah, I’d hope so. But I don’t want to play anymore. I want it to be real,” I tell her, an ache in my chest as I realize how badly I need it to be real. “Is that what you want?”
“More than anything,” she answers, those long lashes blinking up at me.
“Where did you come from?” I ask her, not really needing an answer, just in awe that she exists.
She laughs. “From Paris.”
“Silly girl,” I scold her gently, giving her cheek a little pinch, and she turns her face into my hand and kisses it.
A shiver runs through me, and I know I’m just fucking gone. Who wouldn’t be?
“I’ll talk to them,” I tell her. “I’ll do everything I can.”
“Okay,” she says, her hand curling around mine as she kisses it again, then nuzzles her cheek into my palm.
My heart is about to fucking burst, and my blood is pounding in my ears. It echoes in my head like a drumbeat.
“I love you, Giselle,” I tell her.
She smiles, and without opening her eyes, she murmurs, “I love you so much, Gilby.”
Tomorrow. Tomorrow will seal our fate. And I could rant and rave over it, I could spend the whole night worrying. But I need to focus on this moment. On her. My precious girl.
Mine.
For now.