Chapter 16 #2
“I’m not.” She pats the mattress. “I’ve been a bad, bad subbie, Sir.”
Her sultry tone tells me this is play, but since there’s almost always a thread of truth in every joke, I keep my tone serious when I answer her.
“Have you, now? What have you done wrong, bad subbie?”
“I’m supposed to offer you my ass before bed every night, Sir. I didn’t do that tonight.”
“Or last night,” I say, putting a knee on the bed and smiling down at her. Her teeth flash in the dim light through the curtains as she grins back at me.
“I didn’t offer last night, Sir?”
“Not that I remember.”
The gleam of her teeth widens. “Early onset dementia. It’s a thing.”
“Not my thing, girl. Try again.”
“Okay, so I didn’t offer last night, either. Awesomely bad subbie. You should funish me, Sir. With something other than an essay. Because that is not a funishment.”
“Wasn’t intended to be, girl. But now a funishment’s in order. Off the bed. On the floor.”
She slithers out of the covers and off the bed, long, pale limbs gleaming in the faint light that washes her tattoos to gray and throws the black line of her collar into high relief. She settles on her knees, in the position I’ve taught her. I cup her chin in my hand and praise her.
“I’m pleased with you, girl. Before we start, tell me how your body’s feeling?”
Asking gives me a moment to assess her. She’s moving easily, no sign her leg’s bothering her or she’s too sore for more play, although I’m guessing her kitty and sphincter are more than tender.
“Good, Sir. Thighs are still hot.”
Not surprising, given how much I lit them up.
“And your headspace?”
“Good, Sir. Thank you for everything tonight.”
“You’re welcome. Don’t bring any of it into our scene, girl. Focus just on me. Who am I?”
“My Sir,” she says, her voice dropping to a soft husk.
“That’s right.” I widen my stance. “Worship your Sir, my little goddess. Start at my feet. Kisses and tongue all the way up to my balls.”
“Yes, Sir,” she purrs, her eyes going heavy and hooded.
She bends all the way over and plants a sweet kiss on the top of each foot before licking up to my ankle.
She lavishes attention on the bony knob, soft kisses and sweet sweeps of her tongue and, because she wouldn’t be my bold girl if she didn’t, a naughty nip or two.
I growl at each nip, but I actually enjoy the small displays of spirit.
I have no issue protecting and nurturing my subbie, but I miss my sammie’s sass when she’s subdued.
I also enjoy the sight of her bent over at my feet, her back bowed and the graceful curve of her spine prominent as she licks and kisses up my calf.
I lean over and smack the firm globes of her ass, enjoying both the lingering redness and the anticipation of sinking in between those hot, red rounds later.
“Hands on me, my dirty girl. Touch your Sir.”
She circles my ankles with her long, strong fingers.
I love those ten points of connection. There’s something so intimate about having her kneeling at my feet, clinging to my ankles, as she laves my legs with her lips and tongue.
I can’t see her face; there should be a disconnect like when she knelt under the table to blow me, but there’s none.
I see every small shift of muscle, hear every compressed breath.
As she reaches my thighs, I drop my hand to her hair and stroke her knobbly dreadlocks.
Amy made touching her hair a hard limit after I cut it off to humiliate her.
I love that I can play with Bren’s, even if I’m careful not to pull too hard on her dreads since I’ve read online that they can break.
Her little nips on the sensitive skin of my thighs draw hisses out of me and get my cock standing at full attention.
By the time she reaches my balls, she’s got easy access and she doesn’t hesitate, giving me sweet little kisses at first before licking hard into the separation between my gonads.
She sucks my left nut into her mouth and pulls so hard I go blind for a moment.
“Fuck, girl.”
She doesn’t answer, but she hums her amusement before lavishing the same attention on my right nut.
Her hand slides up my thigh and curls around my cock.
She doesn’t jack me, just holds me in her warm hand while her other fingers kneed and rub up my thigh, working ever closer to the crease behind my balls.
“Where do you think that hand’s going, girl?”
She presses a finger to my taint.
“Did I say you could go there?”
She rolls her eyes up to me as she stretches her little mouth around both of my balls. I swear the top of my head’s about to blow off. “Nrrsrr.”
“No, I didn’t. Behave yourself, girl, or no orgasm when I’m fucking that ass.”
The sassy light in her eyes tells me she’s about to dare it, but the promise of an anal orgasm must be too strong, and she cups my balls with those lean fingers instead while she laps at them with her teasing tongue.
“That’s my good girl. You’re learning just how far you can push your Sir, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says around licks.
“Up on the bed now. Your Sir wants to fuck.”
She scrambles up onto the bed with a huge grin.
“Show your Sir your holes, dirty girl.”
She squirms down to hang her ass off the edge of the bed and spreads her legs, planting her heels on the bed and lifting her hips so I get a good view of her pussy, gleaming like a pearl in the dim light, and the dark furl below.
Bren’s opening is adorably tucked deep behind very pouty lips.
She’s not pierced anywhere south of her navel and I’m so tempted to set some rings in those sulky pink lips, even if temporarily.
I pluck at her lips, pinching them until they flush.
“I want to pierce you, girl.”
She gulps audibly. “Okay, Sir.”
“Any reason you’re not already pierced here?”
“Just the time it takes to heal putting me out of commission.”
“Mmm, but I can fuck this little ass while you do.” I take the opportunity to lube up my fingers and play with her ass.
She shivers and her hands move restlessly over her thighs. “Yes, Sir.”
“When your real collar arrives, I think that’ll be a nice way to end my third claiming of all your holes, bold girl.
I’ll pierce this greedy kitty and close it up with some rings and ties until the holes heal.
A pretty little lattice. I’ll unlace you to pee and clean yourself but otherwise your kitty’s out of business until I open it up again. ”
Her head thrashes on the bed, dreadlocks writhing around her shoulders. “No, Sir.”
“No, you wouldn’t like that?”
“No, Sir.”
“Mmm, I think I could make you like it, girl.”
She chokes on a laugh. “You probably could, Sir.”
“For right now, I think I’ll just make these holes nice and red before I use them. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”
She shakes her head. “My pussy must be red already.”
“It is.” I clean my hand on some baby wipes before I part those reddened outer lips and rub my thumbs up and down her opening before making a gentle incursion inside.
She doesn’t flinch or tighten. No serious discomfort.
“Such a pretty color. But I’d like to see it ruby red.
Ten strikes with the crop, goddess. That’s all I’ll ask.
Five swats on your sore pussy and five on your tender little asshole and then I’ll fuck both holes and you can come as often as you like. ”
She wriggles. “Please, no, Sir. I’m already sore.”
“I know you are, but you’re also my dirty, dirty girl who wants her hot holes fucked and this is the only way your Sir wants to fuck them. Tell me yes, sweetheart.”
“I’m not using my safe word, Sir.”
“I know, girl. I want to hear you consent to the pain I’m about to give you.”
She wriggles harder. “Fuck, Sir. Don’t make me do that.”
“I want to hear it, girl. Tell me you agree even though you know how much it will hurt. Tell me you want the pain I give you.”
“You know I do, Sir.” She tips her head back until the cords stand out in her throat. “Don’t make me say it.”
I reach over to where my toy bag’s resting on a luggage rack at the foot of the bed, take out my crop, and use it to trace circles around her nipples. “I have to hear it, girl.”
She groans and when she doesn’t say it, I slap her nipples, right and left, with the crop. She squeals but holds her position with her holes beautifully displayed for me.
“Such a good girl,” I praise her before I crop her nipples again.
“Please, Sir, they’re on fire!”
“Stings like a bitch, doesn’t it? How’s it coming with telling me you agree to ten because I want to fuck that kitty and ass so bad, girl, but I can’t until I hear it.”
“Sir!”
I crop her nipples again. “I’m waiting, girl.”
“Yes, I agree to ten, Sir!”
I plant a hand on the bed so I can lean over and kiss her. “So pleased with you, my girl. Hold your kitty open with your fingers so I have a nice, clear target.”
Her hands clench into fists on her thighs, but she does as instructed, peeling open her pussy lips and holding them open with the tips of her fingers.
Her opening’s already a deep pink. I tap the crop’s tongue against that inflamed flesh and glory in her yelp, the contraction of the muscles in her thighs, and the bright flush of the bee-stung skin.
I give her a moment to recover before slapping in a second strike’s that’s harder and flatter, whipping the leather across her entire opening.
She howls and hisses and kicks one foot off the bed but immediately gets back into position, my well-trained sub.
“Good girl. That’s right. Such a well-behaved girl for her Sir.
” While I speak, I clean off the crop with a baby wipe and drizzle a little more lube over her exposed asshole.
Impact on wet skin hurts so much worse. She’s experienced enough to know that and the way she twists and whimpers tells me she knows exactly what’s coming.