Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Lucinda
The cool air hit my ass and I shivered. The dynamic in the room shifted slightly, but I wasn’t sure what caused it.
He had peeled off my shorts but then went silent.
“Uhm, Sir.” I lifted my right foot, and it connected with something hard. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
Why was he still kneeling? A vision of my exposed backside flashed in my brain. I smiled and wiggled my ass.
“Don’t move.” His voice took on a sexy gruffness I hadn’t heard before. “I just want to look at you for a minute, darlin.”
My exposed backside had rendered him momentarily catatonic. “Sorry, Sir.”
“No, you’re not.” He chuckled, but it got him moving. Doors and drawers opened and closed. My hearing became so acute while blindfolded. The sweet vanilla air in the room made my head spin. All my senses were on high alert, but I craved his touch so bad it hurt.
He returned to the bench and settled his splayed hands across my back. I exhaled.
“You ready, Lucinda?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What’s your safeword?” He fingers trailed up my back and made my pussy throb.
“Yellow to slow down, red to stop.” It took some effort not to move into his touch. He ran two fingers down my spine to the top of my ass and down the crack an inch. My shivers were involuntary. He didn’t call me on them.
“I’m going to warm you up with my hand and then ten swats with the paddle and your punishment will be complete.” He patted my ass with his open hand. “Any questions?”
“No, Sir. No questions.”
“What are you being punished for?” He brushed up against the back of my legs with his muscular thigh. I shuddered.
“For suggesting we expand on our agreed-upon scene?” My answer came out as a question.
“Are you sure?” His fingers tapped one at a time against my lower back.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Okay.” The amusement in his voice made me smile. “Let’s begin.”
He laid a smack to each cheek. Not enough to hurt, but it left a nice sting, and it warmed me up all right, but not in the way it was supposed to. My insides buzzed with a strange energy.
He continued in a rhythmic pattern, his whole hand landing on my flesh. The smacking created a symphony. His hand grew heavy and his smacks firmer. I added my own grunts and groans to the melody.
He paused for a minute and picked up the paddle. He gave me no warning before it landed across my backside with a thud.
I gasped and grunted.
He landed two more in quick succession. “You okay, Lulu?”
“Yes, Sir.” I grunted and breathed through it. He landed one more and I went up on my toes. He waited for me to settle back. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Tears sprung to my eyes. I blinked them away. He landed another smack, and they fell freely, pooling onto the bench below.
“Three quick ones and we’re all done.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, to hide the unexplainable emotion he had dragged out of me.
As promised, the paddle connected with my flesh in three quick yet distinct smacks.
I had been punished before, but it never affected me emotionally.
They were scene punishments. Scenarios created that warranted punishing me to keep us in the scene.
Marcus’ punishment felt all too real. I guess because I actually broke a rule and knew I deserved it.
Marcus unwrapped the silk around my hands.
He carefully massaged each finger and laid them across the bench.
I wiped the tears from my eyes, thankful to not have ended up in a sobbing blubbering mess.
I had heard spankings were good for a release.
Orgasms were good for them, too and what I preferred.
I stretched and reached out. The material around my waist remained.
Marcus stepped behind me. His thighs brushed up against mine.
Was he going to take me now?
All the surface pain from the spanking cleared and left my pussy throbbing. It was a like a cloud had been lifted and cleared my mind, one prevailing thought playing on repeat in my brain.
Fuck me, please.
“What are you thinking about, Lucinda?” Marcus sounded as affected by my spanking as I was.
“Happy to have the punishment over.” I lied, but I wasn’t about to tell him what was actually going on in my brain.
It blurred the lines because while I trusted this man with my body, my heart was getting dangerously close to being a factor as well, and I wasn’t ready for it.
“Do you feel absolved?” He chuckled.
His amusement felt good, but I wanted him to touch me.
“Yes, Sir.” I flexed my finger. “Thoroughly.”
“Good.” He squeezed my ass. The pain flared, but pleasure settled in my core.
I held in a moan.
“I think you’ve had your feel of impact for the night.” He walked away. “Let’s switch gears.”
Marcus walked to the head of the bed. He settled both hands on my back and pressed me into the bench with a grunt. My back popped.
“Oh, wow.” I groaned.
“Feel good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He continued massaging my back in long deep strokes. They bordered on too much pressure but did not go over the edge. Like he knew exactly what I needed and what I could take. It seemed strange for someone I’d just met a couple of days ago to know my body so well.
Strong thumbs pressed into my shoulders, working methodically down to the the base of my neck. He reached for my left arm and pulled it out. My left arm was gently extended outward as strong fingers rubbed down its length, lingering at each joint and muscle.
Marcus had told me he was in real estate development, but he must have gone to massage school at some point. He hit every pressure point with an educated accuracy and by the time he finished my back and arm, I was a pile of goo.
He laid a small kiss on the center of my back and stepped away. I assumed we were done.
Something on rollers returned behind me, followed by Marcus’ footsteps. It must have been a chair. He sat down and rolled it just behind me with my now-spanked ass on full display.
“Spread your legs.”
I flinched at the sound of his voice; the mirth had left the building.
I obeyed as best I could manage in my position.
Marcus wheeled closer and placed his knee in between my outstretched legs.
His hands settled on the top of my ass, kneading my flesh with his thumbs. After a few passes, he used his whole hand to gently manipulate my ass muscle. I wasn’t in pain, but the pressure was more pronounced over my abused skin.
“How does that feel, Lucinda?” His hands moved down to the area where my ass meet my thighs. He continued using his thumbs and dug into the area.
Exposed, open, vulnerable. I felt all those things, but I didn’t think it was the answer he was looking for.
“It feels amazing, Sir.”
He grunted but continued.
My arousal mixed with the vanilla sent and hung in the air. He leaned in and inhaled. In the position I was in, he could see how wet my pussy was. The juice felt like it was dripping down my thighs.
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, Lucinda?”
“Uhm.” My mind went blank. I searched my brain for words to describe how his hands on me felt, without giving too much away or embarrassing myself.
Nothing sounded right or honest enough.
Then he slid a finger along my pussy lips and words escaped me.
“Ohhhh.”
“What color, Lucinda?” His finger stopped but didn’t leave my pussy.
“What?” I cried out.
“Green or red?”
What did he mean? Green or red. “Oh! Green, Sir.” Definitely green.
“Very good.” He rewarded me by moving his fingers again.
His fingertips rubbed up and down my pussy lips, spreading my juices.
He paused to circle my clit a few times and continued the thorough pussy massage.
My body spasmed uncontrollably. My entrance tingled, inviting him inside, but he remained on the outside.
I bit my lip to keep from directing him, but it was hard.
What was happening to me? Where did the obedient little submissive go?
Even in my mind, I would work through a scene and take from it what the Dom gave me.
With Marcus, I wanted more. Wanted him to finish me off and then fuck me senseless to get me off again.
“Lucinda.” His hands had left me during my little internal rant.
“Yes, Sir?” I tried to keep my voice neutral.
“Is there something you need?”
“Need?”
“Yes.” He rested his hand on my hip. “You left our scene for a bit. Maybe you want to tell me what will bring you back?”
“I’m right here.” I tested the straps holding me in place.
“Physically yes, but mentally, where did you go?” His voice lowered and grumbled. It vibrated against my pussy.
“I… uhm.” I wasn’t sure what he wanted. Or what I wanted for that matter. Maybe I could start with the truth. “I’m a little worked up and can’t focus.”
“Okay, that’s understandable.” He stood up and pushed the chair back.
The metal wheels scraped across the cement surface and collided into something, stopping its path.
He shifted back around to my backside and without moving the hand on my hip, with the other hand he plunged two fingers into my pussy.
The air left my body, but when it returned, I groaned and said, “Oh, thank you, Sir.” Our whole session had been working me up to this point.
It didn’t take long before I fell off the orgasmic cliff into bliss.
He slowed down, but continued finger-fucking me, wringing my orgasmic energy from my body.
Instead of stopping, he started in again, harder, faster. He brought me over the top again.
“Oh my god, yes!” I screamed, holding onto the side of the bench as if it was the only thing connecting me to the world. As my second orgasm winded down, he removed his fingers from my body. I would be surprised if I hadn’t left a puddle on the ground beneath me.
“There you go.” Marcus had shifted to my other side. “Maybe now we can focus.” He sounded disappointed.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
“No need to be sorry, Lucinda.” He laid another one of those chaste kisses on the side of my ass. “It’s worth shifting my plans a bit to watch you come.” And with that he untied the rope around my back.