Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Asad
Morgan’s reactions were so fucking perfect.
He’d chosen the underside of her breasts because he hadn’t been able to get the idea of caning her breasts out of his head once it had gotten in there, but he also wanted to get maximum pain with minimum impact.
Morgan loved breast play. And though she’d reassured the Doms that she wasn’t worried about the implants and impact play, especially considering how her previous master had treated her breasts, he still felt a little nervous.
So caning the underside, causing her to pull on her nipples with the clamps, was the perfect compromise in his mind.
The little glare she’d given him before she’d tried to hide it had made him grin. He didn’t like that she hid her reactions, though he understood why, but he wanted to see them.
“Now, normally I would want every scream, too, but since we’re in a hotel room…” Stepping to the side, he bent down to pick up the gag. “I’ll settle for hearing every muffled scream.”
Putting the cane down, he walked over and lifted the gag up to her lips.
She automatically opened, anxious arousal filling her gaze as he pushed the red ball between her lips.
Unlike the underwear he’d used to gag her before, the ball gag would absolutely keep even her loudest screams muffled enough that no one outside the hotel room should be able to hear them.
“I’m not going to be restraining you, so if you need to use your safe word, use the tap out signal.”
Morgan rolled her eyes. Asad pressed his lips together. Well, he’d said he wanted her to be honest with her reactions. Yes, he knew that she’d never used her safeword before, but it was there for a reason.
“Drop the chain, Red.”
Her eyes widened, but she did as he said, dropping the chain.
Her breasts fell, bouncing, and she cried out behind the gag, going up on her tiptoes as the jiggling caused the chain to pull some more.
Asad knew it was well within the bounds of what she could handle, just like the cane was, but a little reminder that this could be painful certainly didn’t hurt, especially when she was rolling her eyes at him.
Granted, he didn’t expect her to need her safeword, and he didn’t plan to go anywhere near her limits.
She did have several edge play items on her hard limits, including permanent markings and being kept in a cage, but none of that interested him, anyway.
Something permanent on a sub? No thank you.
And he wasn’t interested in humiliation play, pet play, or confinement. He wanted to be hands-on.
“Good girl. Now, put your hands up behind your head. I’m going to take these off.
” He waited till she’d positioned herself the way he wanted, her back slightly arched and pushing her breasts out at him, before he hefted one in his hand and removed the clamp.
Lowering his mouth to her nipple, he sucked on the little bud, smiling around it as she screamed behind the gag, knowing that sensation was flooding back into the nub as blood flow returned and plumped it back to its natural proportions.
He laved his tongue over it, sucking hard to make it swell and expand even faster, knowing it would add to both her pain and pleasure. His cock throbbed in time with her muffled cries and panting breath as he moved to her other breast and repeated the process.
The need that was driving him made him want to rush, to move faster, but he didn’t want to deny her the fun of the cane.
When he pulled away from her breasts, her nipples were shiny and rosy red from their abuse, and when she opened her eyes, he could see they were glazed from arousal. Perfect.
“To the bed,” he ordered gruffly. It only took moments to get her positioned exactly how he wanted—bent over so her ass was high in the air, propped up on her elbows.
The position would cause her overly sensitized nipples to brush against the sheets below her every time she moved—and he planned on making her move a lot.
He ran his hand over the pristine curve of her ass.
Nothing was left from the belting she’d taken the other day, leaving him with a delightfully blank canvas.
He started with his hand to warm up the skin, enjoying the way she wriggled and squirmed under the spanking, knowing it was also brushing her nipples against the bed at the same time.
His hand came down harder and harder, turning the pale cream of her ass to a hot pink that was ready for the cane.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now five with the rattan cane and five with the Delran for being such a naughty girl and teasing me.”
Morgan moaned behind her gag, dropping her head and lifting her ass up as if begging for more. Between her thighs he could see that she was already highly aroused again, her pussy swollen and slick with her cream. The reddened cheeks above them made quite a pretty picture.
He brought the cane down across both cheeks, right in the middle, and she squealed as the thuddy rattan smacked against her skin, leaving a thin red line across the pink mounds.
Asad smoothed his hand over her heated skin, his own desire pulsing as he touched her, feeling the warmth emanating from her.
“Good girl. Four more.”
The cane came down again, horizontally across her bottom.
The second blow fell an inch above the first, the third an inch below the first, the fourth an inch above the second, and the last an inch below the third, leaving a pretty row of lines evenly spread across her bottom.
He’d made sure to leave room between them for the Delran, which was much stingier and would bite into her skin between the other lines.
Panting, Morgan dropped her head down, wriggling a little and going up and down on her toes as Asad switched out the canes. As soon as he was done with them, he was going to be sinking balls deep into that pretty pink pussy, which was now dripping wet and waiting for him.
Morgan
Agony and ecstasy, two sides of the same coin—at least, according to her senses. Her nipples were burning. Her ass was burning. And her pussy was burning with hot need. She could feel each individual line across her ass as they slowly faded into a meld of painful throbbing.
Master Asad’s hand smoothed over her skin again, making her want to squirm and buck beneath him.
It was almost a soothing touch, except that when he reached the exact center of one cheek, he squeezed, digging his fingers into her skin.
Her choked cry was barely audible beyond the gag, but she felt the sensation pulsing through her.
Then he did it again to her other cheek, and she felt her elbows buckle as she did her best to writhe in place and not move too far away.
Her brain told her to move away from the pain.
Her pussy told her to lean in.
Then his hand moved away, and she braced herself for the next slice of the cane.
“Relax,” Master Asad murmured, tapping the whippy cane against her bottom gently. Taking a deep breath, Morgan made her muscles relax, even though it went against every instinct she had. She knew he was right.
The sound of the cane moving through the air barely reached her before the slice of burning fire across her bottom exploded. Morgan screamed into the gag, comfortable in the knowledge that no one but Master Asad would be able to hear her—and that he wanted to.
The Delran’s sting didn’t go as deep into her flesh as the rattan, but the initial burst hurt so much more.
Her insides clenched as she panted through the pain, her teeth biting into the gag, drool beginning to drip from the sides of her mouth.
Master Richard had never gagged her. He’d demanded she stay silent without any assistance from a gag.
There was freedom in being gagged, just like there was freedom in bondage.
It didn’t matter what noises she made, didn’t matter how indelicate they sounded—she literally couldn’t help it.
Master Asad wanted her genuine responses, so she gave them to him and didn’t worry about what she sounded or looked like.
With each stroke of the cane, she jerked forward, her sore nipples rubbing against the bedsheets, stimulating them further. That part didn’t hurt, though it was almost too much sensation on her abused nubs. Yet she didn’t try to lift herself up or pull away because deep down she wanted it.
She wanted more.
The final count of the Delran cane landed against her sit spot.
Morgan screamed, rocking forward and dragging her nipples across the bed.
Her whole bottom felt as if it was on fire, especially on that delicate area where her ass met her thighs.
She would likely be able to feel that one all day tomorrow…
which she loved thinking about. She’d enjoyed it with the belt and didn’t doubt this weal would last even longer.
Shuddering and panting through the pain, she breathed through her nose, her insides quivering with need.
Rough hands gripped her thighs, Master Asad’s fingers digging in as he pinned her in place.
The tip of his cock pressed against her pussy, then thrust in, hard and fast. It didn’t matter that she was aroused or that the condom he was wearing was lubed.
The rough entrance meant she felt every inch of him as he impaled her with one thrust. Her toes curled as her senses came alive.
The hard planes of his body slammed into her bottom, smacking against the sensitive stripes he’d just left, and the pain blossomed all over again.
He pulled back and slammed into her again, holding her down, fucking her roughly as if he didn’t care whether she came…
and all of it added to the delicious sensations coursing through her.
Her pussy was already extra sensitive from her previous orgasm, and having his cock pistoning back and forth made her writhe—or she would have if his weight wasn’t leaning on her, keeping her in place.
The lack of mobility, the gag in her mouth, and the way her bottom burned as he fucked her roughly, jiggling her cheeks with every stroke, was sending her higher and higher.
Morgan sobbed against the gag as the tumult of sensations overwhelmed her, crashing into her from every side and pulling her under the chaotic waves of dueling pain and pleasure.
Behind her, Master Asad kept moving, thrusting as her body clamped around him in a vain effort to control the hot bliss that was shattering her apart.
If she could have begged, she would have. All she could do was grip the sheets and let him have his way with her, letting him ravage her from the inside out as every nerve ending in her body went on overdrive until she broke into a million pieces.
Then he thrust in hard, pressing his body against her, grinding and rubbing against the swollen, seared flesh of her ass, and Morgan screamed again.
Her pussy gripped him, convulsing around his thick cock, and she could feel him pulsing against her shuddering walls.
Rocking his hips, he groaned her name as he filled the condom while her pussy milked him.
“Fuck,” he said hoarsely before collapsing on top of her. His heavy weight was strangely comfortable atop her, making her feel surrounded and secure as her body shuddered in the aftershocks of pleasure. She was still throbbing from the assault of erotic agony, the overwhelming climax.
Even if he wasn’t on top of her, she was pretty sure she wouldn’t have been able to stand. Her legs felt like rubber. So did her arms. So did everything else. Lying underneath him was about the limit of what she could realistically handle.
Closing her eyes, she savored the moment of feeling him surrounding her, inside her… as if they belonged together. She knew it couldn’t last, but just pretending felt nice.