Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Between the cold leather underneath her and knowing there were people who could see her naked fifty-year-old ass, Mallory had a difficult time relaxing. Even after Fletcher began looping the ropes around her ankles, she remained tense and worried.
Closing her eyes helped. Then she was able to better concentrate on Fletcher’s warm, slightly rough hands as they ran over her legs, ass and lower body, trying to soothe her.
It took a few minutes, but eventually the rest of the room faded away as a bubble of solitude seemed to enclose them.
She took several deep breaths and slowly relaxed onto the leather-topped table.
Only then did Fletcher go to work.
As was his habit, he began on her lower half. He bent and tied her legs so they were spread wide, fully exposing everything normally hidden between her upper thighs.
She found her thoughts drifting until he rubbed a hand up and down her spine as he asked, “Is that comfortable?”
Mallory took a deep breath and sighed but did not answer. When a sharp smack landed hard in the center of her left ass cheek, she jolted and opened her eyes.
“Ouch!”
“Answer the question, bunny.” Fletchers voice turned stern.
Mallory frowned, trying to remember what he’d asked.
A few seconds later, she finally said, “There was a question?”
Fletcher chuckled before brushing a kiss on her temple. “The question was, are you comfortable? Are the ropes pinching? Are your legs okay in that position?”
Mallory wiggled, testing her bonds. “Bottom half is good,” she said on a sigh as her body relaxed even further. “Are you going to do my top half now?”
For some reason, that question earned her another smack, this time in the center of her right ass cheek.
“Of course I am. I don’t want you trying to escape once I start purging all the bad emotions out of you.”
She did not fight as he wrapped both upper arms before pulling them behind her back. He laid them forearm to forearm before wrapping the soft ropes around and around them.
“How do your shoulders and arms feel?”
“Good,” she breathed, relaxing fully with the knowledge that from here on out she could only accept what he gave her.
“All right, bunny. Time to purge the yuckies,” Fletcher said as he moved around the table.
When he drizzled something cold and wet down the cleft of her cheeks, she stiffened. They had not discussed ass play as an option, but she had not defined it as a hard limit either.
“Relax, bunny. This won’t hurt,” he assured her.
He used one fingertip to rub the liquid around her back hole before pressing his fingertip through the ring of muscles.
She breathed through him pressing deeper and deeper.
Her muscles clenched around the invader, trying to keep him out, but it did not stop him.
He twisted his finger as he slid it in even further.
Once she relaxed around him completely, he began moving it in and out while rotating it first in one direction then the other. He continued for a few minutes before pulling it from her. She sighed with relief, until a cold slick something replaced it a few seconds later.
“Shh, bunny. Just a little plug to keep you off balance,” he said as he worked it deeper and deeper until the wider base settled against the skin around her puckered star.
“Good girl,” he praised.
It sounded like he stepped away from the table, but Mallory could not bring herself to worry. She had to admit that even though he was younger, he’d proved to be an excellent Dominant and would never walk away when he had her tied. Taking a deep breath, she smiled and relaxed fully into her bonds.
Wrapping and knotting Mallory in his ropes was like an active meditation. By the time he finished inserting the plug in her ass, his cock was throbbing with demand, making him change his planned order of events.
After checking her fingers and toes and making sure there were no issues, he opened his jeans to allow his cock room to breathe.
He had to hold his breath and grit his teeth as he rolled a condom down his length.
Once he was appropriately gloved up,, he grabbed the small round paddle and other instruments of ass destruction he’d brought from their room.
He hoped alternating pleasure and pain would help Mallory purge the negative feelings her ex had left her with. Once they were gone, he planned to replace them with positive feelings, reminding her of his love and hope for their future together.
Moving to stand at the end of the table, he laid the paddle, crop and cane on the table next to her body before rubbing her ass. He took a moment to study her. Her body was relaxed, and her pussy was wide open and glistening with her need just below the deep-red base of the butt plug.
“Ready, bunny?”
“Huh?” she asked, sounding like she was already slipping from this plane into subspace.
“Give me a color, Mallory,” he said, forcing her to think.
“Green, Master.”
“And what will you say if things start hurting either physically or emotionally.”
“Pickles or red, Master,” she said, her words so slurred they were almost indistinguishable.
“Pickles or red,” he repeated, to assure her that he knew them as well as she did.
With a smile of anticipation, he fit the head of his cock to her opening, pushing forward at a slow steady pace until his pelvis was pressed tight against her body.
He stopped and held still until Mallory softly whined and tried to shift her hips.
But he’d tied her in such a way with her pelvis hanging over the end of the table so she could not press her clit against the its surface.
When the muscles surrounding him began to tighten around his shaft, he slowly pulled back before surging forward again. This time he remained fully embedded for only a few seconds before backing out again.
He repeated the slow fucking for a minute before pulling completely free of her body. Picking up the paddle, he then swatted her ten times in a random pattern that covered both ass cheeks. Unlike the time he’d punished her, this time her cries sent a shiver of sadistic delight through him.
Then he repeated the pattern of fucking and spanking several times before exchanging the paddle for the crop.
The first strike of the crop produced a squeal and full body tremor. After three more strokes spread across both ass cheeks, he went back to sliding in and out. The second cropping brought forth the tears she’d been fighting to hold in.
After the third round, she was wiggling and he could tell she was close to her peak.
At the same time, his own body demanded relief.
Shoving the toys off the bench, he bent over her back and began to fuck her harder and faster.
At the same time, he slipped one hand around her hip and began to play with her clit.
A brush of his fingertip and then a slight pinch of the nerve-filled flesh was all it took to throw Mallory over the edge.
She screamed and writhed on the table as her orgasm rolled through her. He continued fucking her slowly until her orgasm eased and she relaxed back on the bench.
Straightening, he moved his hips faster and harder with each stroke. At the same time he began to twist and fuck the plug in and out of her ass. It only took a few strokes for her to scream out a second orgasm. His body responded by throwing him into his orgasmic storm.