Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Annie
As I wriggled out of the tight black dress I’d bought with seduction in mind, apprehension crept in. It wasn’t because I thought Ciaran was going to do something awful to me. I trusted him not to push me too far from my comfort zone and even if I didn’t, I had faith in the club’s protocols. Even in the private rooms, activity was monitored to ensure nobody was being forced into situations they were uncomfortable with. My nervousness came from a place of insecurity that always hit me in unfamiliar situations. What if I made a fool of myself? What if I needed to use my safeword after a single stroke of the paddle? Would I leave Ciaran dissatisfied and rethinking his attraction to me?
Standing there all night wouldn’t make my anxieties go away. I dropped my dress onto the bed and stripped off my bra and panties. Eyeing the spanking bench as if it was a challenge to be conquered, I walked to it. There was nothing complicated about the apparatus. Two metal A-frames were joined by a long, padded rectangle. Leather cuffs with chains were already in place on each of the four legs of the frame. As I lowered my upper body into position, I was surprised by how soft the red leather was. Unsure where to put my arms, I let them fall by my sides as I laid my cheek on the bench.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look laid out like that?” Ciaran asked, as he walked up beside me. “But I think we can make you prettier still.”
Crouching next to me, he took my left hand and pressed a kiss on the palm. Then he drew my arm forward and wrapped a leather cuff around my wrist.
“How does that feel, Annie?”
My arm was stretched, but not to where it hurt. The cuff was tight, but I liked it. “It feels good.”
“It’s not too tight?”
I wriggled my fingers. “No, it’s fine, Ciaran, uh, Master?” I couldn’t help grimacing.
Ciaran chuckled at my obvious discomfort with that word. I knew it was common for submissives to use it, but I hadn’t reconciled myself with that role yet. Calling him Master felt like a step too far.
“Sir would be fine.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I said awkwardly.
“Try not to overthink it.” Ciaran fastened the other cuffs, binding my wrists and ankles to the bench, spreading my legs in an obscenely wide stance. “This is a journey we’re taking together. We have to learn each other’s likes and dislikes. Everything is negotiable. Remember that.”
Relief drained some of the tension from my muscles and I sagged against the bench. I didn’t have to know it all on day one. There was no right and wrong to this. This was just me and Ciaran. However we chose to build our relationship was up to us, not some rule book.
I tracked Ciaran’s movements as he crossed the room to a small wooden cabinet. He opened a drawer and retrieved a piece of black fabric. It wasn’t until he approached me I realized it was a blindfold.
“I’d like to put this on you.”
“Yes, Sir.” I replied without hesitation. Being blindfolded wasn’t an issue for me. I knew being deprived of my sight would create a sense of anticipation and heighten my other senses.
“Good girl.”
I raised my head as Ciaran placed the padded black silk over my eyes and tied it securely. Being plunged into total darkness gave me something I hadn’t expected. Why was it that being bound and blindfolded like this made me feel free?
Ciaran’s footsteps told me he was moving across the room. Drawers opened and closed and then I heard something being wheeled toward me.
“It’s just a small table,” Ciaran said in response to me raising my head in alarm. “I need to place a couple of things on it.”
“Oh.” I didn’t ask him what things. “Okay.”
He tapped my back with his finger. “Okay…..?”
I couldn’t prevent a little smile from forming on my lips. “Okay, Sir.”
Though I heard him taking up his position behind me, the first slap of his hand on my bottom surprised me. I gasped loudly. It had been a couple of days since he first spanked me, but I was sure his palm hadn’t stung as much then. The next blow also made me yelp.
As Ciaran fell into a rhythm, peppering my ass with sharp smacks, I found myself being lulled into a strange calm. My breathing steadied and my body hummed with a quiet pleasure. It was almost like being hypnotized. When Ciaran stopped, I felt bereft.
“Now you’re nicely warmed up, we’ll move on to the paddle.”
Unsure what to expect, I tensed. How much was this going to hurt?
“Unclench.” Ciaran’s one-word command had me immediately loosening the muscles in my backside.
A rush of cold air preceded the crack of the paddle off my ass. My mouth fell open. Fuck! That hurt. Behind the blindfold, my eyes watered. When the second blow landed, I clenched my fists. The next few strokes lit a fire across my ass. I panted as I tried to absorb the pain. Being spanked with his hand had not prepared me for this.
When he swatted me again, I lifted my hips as far as they would go and tugged at the restraints binding my wrists. My cheeks were drenched with tears, but I had to acknowledge the throbbing between my legs. A part of me relished the pain.
“Do you need to use your safeword?” Ciaran asked.
“No,” I blurted out.
His warm hand wrapped around my shoulder. “Take a second to think about it.”
I considered the situation more carefully. Was I reaching the limit of what I could cope with?
“No, Sir, I’m fine.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Three more. I want you to count them.”
He swung the paddle, and it struck the back of my thighs.
“One!” I screeched as I pushed up onto my toes.
The paddle landed in the same spot again. I wailed as the sting rippled out across my aching flesh. Somehow, I forced myself to yell, “Two!”
“Good girl.” Ciaran splayed a hand across the small of my back.
Since the restraints prevented me from moving more than an inch or two, I suspected he wasn’t holding me in place but offering a measure of comfort. I didn’t have time to analyze why I might need it before the long, rectangular paddle thudded across my ass again. It fell across the entire width of my bottom, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs.
“Three.” The number came out as a whimper.
As my body sunk into the cool leather beneath me, silent sobs shook my shoulders. I wasn’t sure why I was crying so hard. Yes, my bottom was throbbing, and it probably glowed red enough to be seen from space, but the pain wasn’t excruciating. In fact, the way my pussy clenched suggested I’d enjoyed it more than my mind would allow.
Heaving in gulps of air, I struggled to get myself under control. I stiffened as Ciaran laid his hand on my ass, then relaxed as he caressed it gently until I eventually stopped crying.
“You did good, sweetheart. You didn’t complain and you’re dripping wet. I think that deserves a reward.”
Unable to see, I had no idea what Ciaran was about to do until he pushed something long and smooth inside me. It wasn’t as thick as his cock, but still stretched me. When I felt something press against my clit, I realized it was one of those vibrators with the rabbit ears.
“Woah!” I breathed out sharply as the gadget buzzed to life.
Vibrations from the shaft ripped through my insides as a rapid pulse tormented my clit. I clenched my fists as my pussy throbbed with need. As the sensations threatened to overwhelm me, I tried to get away, but Ciaran shoved the toy deeper. My mouth twisted as the first waves of pleasure lapped over my flesh. As I came closer to orgasm, my breath came out in frantic gasps.
Suddenly, Ciaran pulled the vibrator out of me. As it clattered to the floor, he impaled me on his shaft. I welcomed the warmth of his body, the intimacy no toy could provide.
“You’ll come on my cock, or not at all,” he growled.
I loved the feeling of him inside of me. It was where he belonged. As he thrust in deep, I squirmed on the bench, my nipples drawing up into impossibly hard peaks.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Ciaran gritted out. Reaching forward, he ripped the blindfold from my eyes. “Want to see you as I make you come.”
Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head up from the bench. My arms stretched painfully, but I barely noticed as he fucked me so hard and fast, I couldn’t hold back.
“Ciaran!” I screamed.
My body shook as I was catapulted into a maelstrom of pain and bliss. He let go of my hair and I dropped my head back down to the bench.
Ciaran pulled out of me and gathered the fluids from between my leg to smear over my asshole. As he pushed a finger into my virgin channel, I shuddered. When he added another, I thought I’d pass out from lightheadedness.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” Ciaran urged me.
I drew in a breath and released it slowly. Ciaran scissored his fingers, gently opening me up to him. It felt strange, forbidden, but not as unpleasant as I feared. He withdrew his fingers, and the head of his cock nudged my entrance.
“I can’t wait to fuck this tight little ass.”
Something about Ciaran’s declaration helped to uncoil the tension knotted inside me. I relaxed enough for him to push in an inch or two before I panicked again.
“It’s too much. It hurts.”
“You’re okay, sweetheart.” Ciaran’s tone was soothing. “It’ll get better. Trust me.”
As he held himself still, waiting for me to adjust or safeword out of this, I realized I did trust him. He was being so careful not to harm me.
“I trust you, Sir.”
Ciaran groaned as he slowly pressed forward. I moaned and tried to twist my hips as my asshole burned. When Ciaran’s cock was all the way in, he began to move. I whimpered at the strange fullness. This was so far beyond anything I’d done before. It felt dirty but in the best possible way.
As Ciaran’s hips bumped against my well-punished buttocks, I rocked back, as much as I was able, to meet his thrusts.
“This ass was made for me to fuck,” Ciaran gritted out. “It’s mine. You’re mine. I’ll kill any other man who touches you.”
That declaration was so hot, my pussy clenched. Ciaran thrust into me with long, smooth strokes. Pain and pleasure danced around each other until I couldn’t untangle what I felt.
“Need you to come for me.” Ciaran’s cock swelled inside me as he reached between my legs to ruthlessly drive two fingers into me. He found my g-spot and set off an explosion that ricocheted through every part of me. Blood whooshed through my ears. My body quivered. My eyes flickered and the world went dark.
When I came to, I was lying on the bed. Ciaran stood over me, a look of concern on his face.
“Thought I’d lost you for a minute there,” he said.
“Maybe you did.” I felt odd, like I was both boneless and heavy at the same time. “I might be in heaven.”
“You’d be the first person I sent there,” Ciaran said.
I didn’t get the chance to ask how many people he’d sent to Hell because someone knocked at the door. Ciaran went to answer it. He exchanged a couple of words with the person on the other side. With the door ajar, he turned to me.
“Tell Sean you’re okay,” he said.
“I’m fine, Sean,” I called up. “Just emerging from a sex coma.”
I didn’t catch what Sean muttered, but I heard Ciaran telling him to fuck off. Closing the door on his brother, Ciaran returned to the bed with a glass of orange juice and a bundle of clothing.
“Drink this.” Ciaran handed me the glass. “It’ll help.”
“Unbubbly orange.” I grinned as I took a sip.
Ciaran laughed and handed me the clothes, a pair of black sweatpants, and a t-shirt. I looked up at him in question. Had something happened to my clothes?
“I didn’t think you’d want to squeeze back into your dress,” he explained.
His thoughtfulness pleased me. “Yeah, it was a nightmare to get into. I had to hold my breath while Emily zipped me up.”
Ciaran shook his head disapprovingly. “As much as I loved you in that dress, you don’t have to torture yourself.”
“I should leave that to you, right?” I added a cheeky wink, so he’d know I wasn’t accusing him of torturing me.
“And only me.” His possessive tone thrilled me. “Now, do you want to shower here or at home?”
“At home.” Damn, I liked the sound of that a bit too much.
“Okay, then.” He picked up the t-shirt and pulled it over my head.
“But we’ll come back sometime?” Now I’d dipped my toe in the water, I wanted to learn more.
“As often as you like.” Ciaran tried and failed to stifle a yawn. I guess I wasn’t the only one who’d tired themselves out tonight. “Now, let’s get your pants on and we’ll get out of here.”