10
GOLDIE
When Robert raises his hand quickly, I tense and give a soft squeak in anticipation of the slap that's sure to follow. I hold my breath, my eyes instinctively squeezing shut. When the strike doesn’t come, I chance a peek—just long enough to see his huge hand come down in a harsh swat to my sensitive slit.
I cry out unrestrained, my legs trying desperately to close to protect me from his assault. They pull in vain against the sturdy restraints and fall slack in resignation. In every fantasy I’ve had, I’ve wondered if the pleasure of my thoughts would be stronger than the reality. They aren’t. As the sting of the slap recedes, I moan desperately, feeling as though I’m on the precipice of coming. I need more. Through my shaking and hitched breathing, I manage to blurt out, “Please…”
The plea seems to please him, or maybe it’s my desperation. A low, rumbling moan reverberates from his chest. His fingers slide up and down slowly at each side of my labia, the pressure growing by the moment. I whimper and moan again as he stimulates me, praying silently for an end to the teasing. I need him to ravage me, to spank me, to fulfill every one of our raw fantasies.
He rains down progressively harder slaps with brief moments of respite between them. The pain is intense enough that my body seizes up completely, the anguished sound I so desperately want to release trapped in my chest. My eyes widen, fixed on the ceiling.
I want so badly to see my pussy reddening and becoming swollen under the assault, but my body won’t allow it. I can hardly believe how intense the sensation is, but more surprising is my body’s visceral, unstoppable reaction to it. I shake and try desperately to pull away, despite wanting nothing more than for him to continue. It isn’t as if I can escape. The restraints at my ankles and wrists clank as I struggle, intensifying my need.
He slows and then stops. To my surprise, my hips press toward his hand, my eyes finally able to return to his. Robert is wearing a cruel, delighted smile; his eyes darting to my swollen pussy. His finger rubs roughly over clit and his voice is a low, harsh growl as he looks up to me. “We’re going to have to take care of that ass now, aren’t we?”
I lick my lips and whisper, “No… I can’t take any more.”
Robert looks me over with cold, assessing eyes, waiting for me to use the safe word. When I don’t, he seems content to push our game forward. “I think you can, and you will.”
As he works the straps at my ankles loose, I remain precisely as I am despite not being restrained. After opening the cuffs at my wrists, he sits on the bed next to me. His large, powerful hands grip tightly at my waist, and he picks me up almost effortlessly and lays me over his lap. I try to struggle, but he’s firm in keeping me still.
I can see nothing but the floor from where he holds me, but I hear a soft, slick sound before I feel something pressing hard against my ass. I tighten reflexively, but the entry can’t be stopped. One big hand grasps my buttock and squeezes, pulling me open, and I feel the smooth toy sliding into me. I cry out softly as I’m stretched, my ass finally coming to clamp down just above the wide, flared base.
“Do you like your new toy, Goldie?” Robert slowly twists the slicked plug inside me, and I whimper out a small affirmative. “Good. You’re going to wear it until we’re finished unless I decide to give you a larger one.”
I shift slowly in his lap, feeling the toy inside me. It’s a new, aching sensation, tinged with naughtiness, and although I’m not sure I should like the feeling of violation, I do. I squeeze my legs together and squirm, feeling so empty in my pussy. “Are you going to punish me?”
“Of course I am, sweet Goldie. You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”
I only nod sheepishly as I look over my shoulder and up at him. His hand grips my hair more tightly, and I’m facing the ground again almost immediately.
“Ah-ah. None of that, now. Why don’t we make sure you can’t see what I’m going to do to you, hmm?”
I hear some rustling, followed by the strangely placating feel of a blindfold slipping over my eyes. Although I already know who’s beneath me, who’s coming to punish me for my deviant desires, it doesn’t matter. He binds it behind my head, and I give a soft sigh of pleasure as the world goes black around me. Now, I can only anticipate when the strikes will come, how they'll come, or what he’ll be using. I’m well and truly in Robert’s hands now.
I take a deep breath. This is it. This is really it. I’m finally going to experience sex the way I need it.
Almost immediately, I feel his huge hand come down in a rough slap to my pale, sensitive flesh. The aching, burning pleasure floods through me, the rippling pressure of the slap stimulating me between my legs. He kneads at the stinging area, spreading my ass with one hand as he pushes the plug with the other. My pussy opens, still stinging and plump from the slapping it’s received.
Robert gives a soft sigh of contentment, squeezing and manipulating my soft flesh, kneading almost lovingly before his hand comes down in a slap so hard that it seems to echo. My eyes go wide for all the good that does beneath the blindfold, and I clench my teeth hard to keep from crying out. I suspect that if he doesn’t get the reaction that he’s hoping for, he’ll just have to move on to more effective measures. Just what I want.
“It seems we’ll have to move up a level.”
Yes. My hips shift, and my ass rises expectantly. Something unfamiliar, cold, and smooth slides up my leg, starting at the sole of my foot. I can’t help but shiver a little as the implement is dragged there. Recalling everything I’ve seen hanging in the room, I guess it might be the riding crop. I spread my legs slightly, and what I think is the smooth leather loop at the end of the crop is pulled lightly across the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
I give a shuddering moan at the thought of him using it to whip my pussy, but I doubt that’s what he has in mind. He’s already had his fill of that. He said I have beautiful skin that he can’t wait to mark. I suspect this won’t be the last thing he'll use on me, but it’s certainly going to leave a mark.
The leather swishes quickly through the air, and it’s followed by a burning blow to my backside that seems to make the world blur around me despite the blindfold. Nothing exists but the intense sting of the riding crop against my ass, and inside, I plead with Robert to slap the other cheek just as hard. I get my wish only a moment later, another quick swish followed by an explosive jolt of pain and pleasure that makes me wetter than I’ve ever been.
I can’t take anymore . But as the pain turns into pleasurable heat, I realize I can.