19. Naked Time
Naked Time
Sam
Getting naked was no hardship. Sam peeled herself out of her clothes eagerly, though she kind of wished Q was there to help her…
but he was getting something from the closet.
The mystery as much as the anticipation aroused her.
She knew something was going to happen, but she didn’t know what, and both her mind and her heart were racing as she waited to find out.
Bending over the bed, Sam propped herself up on her forearms, turning her head to watch for Q’s return. The mattress felt comfortable, even if the comforter wasn’t very inspired. Either Q really liked beige and browns, or he just didn’t know what else to do for design.
She really wanted to bring some color into the space… but that was getting ahead of herself. Even if he had mentioned the house needing someone to help it.
Feeling her nipples rub against the soft comforter, she let herself sink into the sensation, veering away from the pesky thoughts threatening her equilibrium.
She didn’t want to think about the differences in their living situations and their finances.
Didn’t want to think about how she had to get up so damn early to go to work tomorrow, only to return to her studio apartment.
Nope.
She wanted to lose herself in the push and pull of erotic power play and the sensations of her body.
Q appeared in the doorway of his closet, backlit by the light behind him, holding a box in his hands.
It didn’t appear to be very heavy, and it wasn’t a huge box, but it was big enough to hold all manner of things.
He turned off the light in the closet, allowing her to see his expression again, and he smiled.
“Good girl. That’s exactly what I wanted to see.”
Heady pleasure rushed through her at his words, the sensation a balm on her overactive brain. This was one of the things she really loved about scening—the way her brain finally went quiet as she focused on everything else.
Going to her side, Q set the box on the bed, and Sam lifted her head, trying to see over the edge to what was inside. Chuckling, Q gave her butt a little slap, making her squeal. It stung, though not too badly, and her insides clenched eagerly in reaction.
“Head down on the bed, gorgeous girl, and close your eyes.”
Grr. Sighing heavily, Sam did as she was told, and was immediately rewarded with Q’s warm palm rubbing over her buttock, right where he’d spanked her.
The caress felt good, and she shivered. With her head down, more of her breasts were pressed against the mattress, taking away some of the stimulation for her nipples, but it didn’t matter that much.
They were still a little sore after the weekend, although she didn’t notice most of the time.
Now that she was here, she hoped if Q had clamps in the box, they were mild ones.
Two hands began to massage her buttocks, and Sam moaned, lifting her hips in encouragement. It was both relaxing and sexual as he squeezed and kneaded her flesh. She could feel tension slowly sliding away as she sank into her submission, giving herself over to the sensations and to Q’s desires.
He would tell her what he wanted her to do, and until he did, all she had to do was remain in place and enjoy what he was doing to her.
Which, so far, was extremely enjoyable.
Q’s fingers were magic.
She moaned as he pulled her cheeks apart, the tips of his fingers brushing over her swollen pussy lips and the sensitive crease of her ass.
His touch disappeared, and she heard the sound of him rustling in the box.
Keeping her eyes closed was difficult but made a little easier by how relaxed she was.
Be a good girl, and keep your eyes closed.
She wanted to know where he was going with this, but opening her eyes would mean she was being naughty and he might change what he was going to do.
So far, he seemed more focused on sensual kink, and honestly, that was exactly what she needed tonight, even though she hadn’t realized it until he’d gotten started.
“You’re being very good, aren’t you, gorgeous?” he asked, amusement threaded through his voice. One of his hands gripped her cheek again, holding it firmly but not hard enough to hurt, even when he squeezed a little tighter.
“Yes, Sir.” She moaned as his thumb brushed over her anus, teasing the nerve endings there. Was that a hint of what was going to happen next?
Trepidation and excitement rose in equal measure.
She didn’t have a lot of experience with anal, and as she’d discovered, Q was big. A lot of Doms around the clubs were big into butt stuff though, and she wasn’t against it… she just wasn’t very used to it. Not to mention it felt very intimate.
There was a little voice in her head that said only bad girls did butt stuff.
Sam wanted to be a good girl, but she also wanted to make Q happy. So, good girls did butt stuff to please their Dom… even though it felt ‘bad.’ The whole thing about it feeling ‘bad’ and ‘wrong’ emotionally, while feeling so good physically turned her on.
As if he could hear her thoughts, Q’s thumb pressed more firmly, then pulled away again.
Sam moaned as she felt another of his fingers returned, this one slick with lube, and pressed against her hole.
It circled and pressed in, opening her. Sam panted as his finger dipped into her most intimate place.
The feeling of being slightly scandalized accompanied the sensation of him sliding deeper, making her feel excessively naughty, even as her body responded with pure heat.
Sam moaned again as he pulled back, then pushed a second finger in alongside the first. The stretch made her body ache.
Letting him touch her in such a perverse and exhilarating manner made her nerves hum and her pussy clench emptily, as if jealous of the attention.
His fingers moved in and out of her, loosening the tight ring around her entrance. Whimpering, she lifted her hips to meet the thrusts of his digits.
“You are taking my fingers so nicely, gorgeous girl. Now I’m going to plug this pretty ass, then I’m going to flog it.” His fingers worked firmly as he spoke.
Her toes curled while she gripped the sheets, her body blossoming with sensation as he fucked her ass with his fingers. Her brain was all fuzzy and hazy, everything but what he was doing to her melting away.
“Yes, please, Sir,” she responded happily. A flogging sounded absolutely wonderful right now. She didn’t know how he’d twigged onto that she needed sensual kink tonight, but it was everything she was craving.
The fingers inside her slid away, leaving her empty, but only for a moment.
Then something harder, thicker pressed against her hole and pushed in.
Sam shuddered, clenching before she made herself relax as the slick plug was worked into her.
Q was careful, moving it back and forth, fucking her with it the same way he had with his fingers.
Unlike his fingers, the plug was tapered, so it kept getting bigger and bigger the deeper it went, stretching her wider with every centimeter of insertion.
She wasn’t sure what size plug he was using, but it sure as hell wasn’t the smallest. The aching strain of being stretched open was becoming painful, then finally he reached the thickest part.
Sam cried out as the plug slid inside her, panting for breath when the tight ring of her sphincter settled into the notch between the plug’s bulb and base.
She let out a sigh of relief now that the hardest part was over and the plug was fully embedded inside her.
The slight sting of having her hole forced wide open was already fading, only a faint ache left in its wake.
“Very pretty.” Q twisted the plug inside her and the slippery rubber slid against her muscles.
Shuddering, Sam went up on her toes as the intense sensation ran through her, her body clenching in response, aching from the stimulation.
“You look good bent over with a plug in your ass, with this pretty pink pussy wet and shiny for me.”
Fingers stroked through her creamy folds and Sam pushed back against them. She wanted to say something back, something as hot and filthy as what he was saying to her, but her mind had gone entirely blank.
“Now hold still while I flog you, gorgeous girl. I’m going to flog you until your ass is as pretty a pink as your pussy, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me.”
She wanted to whimper again. He was killing her with the dirty talk, her pussy clenching with need at the images he was painting in her mind.
Q
Picking up the soft leather flogger he’d chosen from the box, Q hefted it in his hands. The long strands were free flowing, without knots, it was a sensual whip meant more to caress than to sting. Dragging the supple strands down Sam’s back, he lightly slapped her ass with the flogger.
She sighed happily, lifting her hips, her body automatically asking for more. Q was happy to oblige.
Focusing his efforts on her creamy cheeks, he swung the flogger in a figure-eight, allowing him to hit the underside, topside, and center of her buttocks, depending on how he angled the whip.
His cock throbbed against the front of his jeans, his body reacting to the sight of her submission, to the way she gave herself over to him, to the burgeoning color in her skin.
The flat base of the plug was nestled between her cheeks, bobbing up and down as her insides clenched and released. Beneath it, her pussy lips glistened, swollen and slick with her arousal.
Fucking gorgeous.
Letting the flogger fall over her skin, Q stepped forward to run his hand over her warmed bottom. It wasn’t hot yet, not by any means, but there was a bit of warmth emanating from the light pink skin.
“How are you doing, gorgeous girl? Give me a color.”
The clubs used a color system for safewords—Green meant go, Yellow meant slow down, and Red meant stop.
He was pretty sure she was deep in Green territory but wanted to double check and not let her drift too far.
As tired and tense as she was, when she relaxed with the flogger thudding against her skin, it would be very easy for the sensation to become hypnotic.
“Green, Sir.”
Every time she called him ‘sir,’ he swore the front of his pants got a bit tighter.
Giving her ass a pat with his hand, he stepped back and started flogging her again. The thuddy sound of the strands hitting her flesh was like rainfall. The color in her skin slowly turned from a blush to a dark pink under the steady assault.
When he paused and put his hand on her cheek, he could feel the heat against his palm. Sam moaned when he squeezed her tenderized flesh, bucking her hips against his touch.
“What do you think, pretty girl? Should I flog you some more or fuck you?” He would leave it up to her, though his cock was hard as a rock and hopeful for the latter. He wanted to give her what she needed, and if she needed to be flogged more, it would hardly hurt him.
They had time for either option.
Thankfully, her answer came quickly and happened to be what he was hoping for.
“Fuck me, please, Sir.” She’d lifted her head to say the words, glancing over her shoulder, to give him a pleading look.
“As you wish.”
Whether she got the Princess Bride quote, he couldn’t tell, but it didn’t really matter. Q quickly shucked his jeans and grabbed a condom from his nightstand, rolling it on over his erection.
As he stood behind her, he paused with his tip right at her pussy, running his hands over the soft flesh of her ass and enjoying the way she hissed and shuddered at his touch. The flogger had done its job well, sensitizing her skin so his touch felt twice as stimulating than it normally would.
“Oh, fuck,” she muttered into the bedding, her hands gripping his sheets as he squeezed her ass cheeks. Thrusting, he sank the first few inches of his cock inside her. Her body opening for him was sweet heaven, slick, wet, and ready, and the plug in her ass made for a tighter fit than normal.
Now it was Q’s turn to groan as he massaged her ass, pulling out slightly so he could thrust in even deeper. Sam’s body rippled beneath his, her hips lifting up to meet his thrust. When he slid all the way home, he could feel the heat from her ass warming his groin.
Fuck that was hot.
He loved knowing he’d done that to her.
Looking down at her pink ass, the hot curves bright against his hands and cock, he watched as he slid out of her, then rammed back in, making both of them cry out. Moving his hands, he cupped them around her hips, using her curves as leverage to fuck her harder.
Unlike the flogging, he didn’t intend this to be slow or gentle.
He was going to do exactly what he’d promised—fuck her until she screamed.
Sam
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
The switch from the gentle caress of the flogger to Q’s rough hands gripping her hips, his cock pounding relentlessly into her from behind, had her senses rioting.
With him pinning her in place, she couldn’t do anything but cry out, whimper, and clench as he fucked her at his desired pace.
The hard thrusts of his cock rasped along her senses and sent her passion soaring.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”
Oh, fuck.
Hot need pulsed through her body as Q spoke, his words coming from between clenched teeth, timed with the thrusts that were rocking her body.
“You’re so fucking wet and hot around my cock. I can feel you squeezing every inch of me.”
Sam whimpered. The need inside her was tightening, winding around her, spinning and pulling her thinner and thinner until she was about to snap.
“Cum for me, gorgeous girl. I want to feel you cum while I fuck you.”
That was all she was needed to push her over the edge. Sam screamed his name as ecstasy flooded her, exactly like he’d promised.