Ava Gray #2
“If we’re going to continue this situation we have going on, I need you to understand that a lack of obedience won't be tolerated. I find that to be disrespectful as fuck. It’s like a slap to my face when I tell you to do something, and you go behind my back and do the opposite.”
“That’s not—”
“I don’t need you to talk. I need you to listen.” He cut me off.
“You see this over here?” he asked, nodding toward some sort of table thing.
“That’s what I call my fuck bench. Sounds exciting, doesn't it?” He smirked.
I didn’t bother to respond. The smirk he held was sexy but sinister.
His hand still gripped my chin as he tilted my head back a bit.
“Since this is your first lesson. I’ma be nice today and allow you to pick your punishment.” He winked.
Ethan guided me closer to the bed and pulled back this black sheet.
Underneath was a lineup of different kink items. He had two of each but different styles.
Riding crops, leather fraternity paddles, punishment straps, and leather floggers.
I knew what they were from seeing a few videos on porn sites, but I never imagined myself using them or them being used on me.
“I don’t think I ca—”
“Shh, shhh.” He cut me off with his finger against my lips.
“You can, and you will. You’re a big girl, right? You out here recklessly doing big girl shit. I’m sure you can handle it.”
“Eth—”
“Amore, I don’t want you talking unless I tell you to. Is that understood?”
“Yes.” I lowered my head.
“You better come correct.” He lifted my chin.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
“Good girl. Now, take your pick so we can get this show started.”
From looking over the items, the only one that didn’t look so bad were the crops.
I chose the one with a leather heart shaped tip.
Once I pointed it out, he tugged the towel from my body, causing it to fall to my feet.
He then ushered me over to his little fuck bench.
As I stood in front of it, he gave instructions on how he wanted me positioned.
My knees were placed on the cushioned stands, leaving my legs slightly spread.
Bent over, my stomach rested on a flat cushioned piece while my arms rested in front but off to the sides of me.
There was also a head rest, but I was too nervous to even get that comfortable.
As soon as I was in the right position, he started buckling the restraints to my ankles and wrists.
My heart was damn near beating out of my chest because I had never been tied up before.
Well, not like this. I would have no control whatsoever.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” he spoke, rubbing a hand smoothly around my ass.
His touch sent chills through my body, causing me to shiver.
“I have a number in my mind, and that’s the number of taps you’re going to receive. With each tap, you’re going to count. As you count down, your punishment will intensify. You chose the crop, so that’s what we’re starting off with.”
What? I yelled in my mind. Oh, hell no! He knew to tie me down before telling me some shit like that.
“Under other circumstances, I would allow you to use a safe word. But you need to be taught a good lesson, Amore, so ain’t none of that shit gonna be needed.”
“Ethan….”
SMACK!
The sudden pop to my ass caught me off guard, causing me to suck in a deep breath.
“Don’t speak unless I tell you to.”
Shit was about to get real, and I wasn’t ready for it. All I knew was he needed to quit dragging this shit out and get it over with.
“That one didn’t count, by the way.” He chuckled.
Wasn’t shit funny about any of this.
“You ready?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
The first seven taps weren’t that bad. After eight counts, he switched over to the punishment strap, and that stung a little worse.
It was the fraternity paddle that did my ass in, though.
I literally shed tears because that shit was beyond painful.
However, the intensified pulsing in my clit hurt worse.
What he was doing to me was definitely considered punishment, but I liked it.
With that pain, I felt pleasure, but I wasn’t sure if I should let him know that.
After the last tap, he rubbed my ass in gentle circles to soothe the pain. Then his hand traveled down and reached between my legs, fingers swiping my folds.
“Amore… why you drippin’ like this? My fingers shouldn’t be this soaked,” he spoke while twirling his fingers in and out of me.
“You liked that shit, didn’t you?” He bit the bottom of my ear.
His bite was harder than usual, causing me to wince. I could hear him moving around behind me. It was quiet. I grew nervous all over again because I thought we were finished. The feel of warm gooey drops sliding down the crack of my ass alerted my attention.
“Wha… what are you doing?” I tried to look back at him.
“Amore, don’t ever question me. All you need to do is relax.”
I sighed nervously, then placed my face down on the headrest. Using his thumb, I felt him rub the lubricant around my butthole, and I tensed.
“You ever had anal?”
I shook my head.
“I can’t hear you, Amore.”
“No, sir.”
“You’re going to feel a lot of pressure.
I’m sure it’ll hurt. I’m not gonna lie and say it won’t.
Consider the pain a part of your punishment, but trust that I wouldn’t purposely hurt you, and I’ll make it feel good by the time it’s over.
You understand that?” he asked as I felt the tip of his dick move around my back entrance.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
I couldn’t help but stiffen as he attempted to slowly push his way inside.
“Amore… baby, I need you to relax.” His hand rubbed up and down my spine.
Taking a deep breath, I exhaled, relaxing my entire body. With one push, he opened me up, and I screamed. That was just the tip. With each short stroke, he went deeper and deeper until every inch was inside. Silently, I let tears fall as I tried to breathe through the shit.
“You good?” he asked.
“Um huh,” was all I could get out.
With a pull of my ponytail, my head fell back as he worked me from behind. The sound of his grunts turned me on in the worst way, but that didn’t help ease the pain he delivered. Fuck all the crops and paddle shit. This was the true punishment, and I could definitely say I learned my lesson.
“Ethan, please stop! I’m sorry. Okay, baby? I’m so sorry!” I whined.
“What you sorry for, Amore?” He slapped my ass. “Huh? Tell me what you’re sorry for.” He stroked a little faster.
His hand reached around to grab my throat.
“Not listening. Oh, my god! I’m… I’m sorry for not listening!”
“Mmm… I thought you were a big girl, Amore. You do what you wanna do, right?”
“No,” I panted in a whisper.
His deep strokes made me weak.
“Please… baby, I swear! I won’t do it again, I promise! I’ll listen!” I cried.
He didn’t respond. His strokes continued, and they were powerful blows.
“Ethan, please….” I begged.
He let go of my neck to hold onto my waist.
“Let me fuck you until I cum. It’s almost over, baby.”
Not even a full minute passed before his groans filled the room, and his load burst inside me.
Out of breath, he slowly pulled out, and no words were exchanged.
I figured he’d immediately unstrap me and let me go, but he didn’t.
I stayed in place, catching my breath as I listened to him move around the room.
He left me there for a full five minutes before undoing the restraints and pulling me to him.
We stood toe to toe with my face cupped in his hands.
His eyes studied mine, and I studied his.
“When I tell you to do something, you do it. If you don’t listen, you face the consequences like a big girl. Let’s not have this problem again, Amore. You understand that?”
“Yes.” I blinked away the tears trying to form.
Leaning down, he placed a kiss on my lips. Talk about some act right. He didn’t have to worry about me anymore after that. Whatever daddy says goes.