Muse

Chapter 22 #2

“Good.” In two steps, Gavin was at the bed. The mattress sank as he climbed behind me. “You need something special, kitten. Back on your hands and knees.” Soft leather strands trailed delicately over my ass. “Are you ready for me to take care of you?”

“Yes.” I bowed my head.

“This, I’ll ease you into. I don’t want to shatter your innocence all at once. If it’s too much, I expect you to speak up.”

“I will.”

The first swat took me by surprise. It was only a light flick, but it was completely different than Gavin’s hand, like a bundle of branches striping my ass.

The leather strands dappled my cheeks, the slight stings slowly intensifying, tightening, focusing, sharpening, until they catapulted me into another place.

With each lash, images and sensations flooded my mind: the whirl of autumn leaves outside, Gavin’s amber eyes, the crinkles etched by laughter on his face, the orange harvest moon, the cold, crisp air, the scent of woodsmoke.

It hurt, but the pain was in its own category.

It made me feel lighter, cleaner, more alive.

It lacerated the sticky, heavy sense of being a bad girl, a dirty girl, that had clung to me for so long.

My senses rushed in, until I was inhaling the air outside, rolling in the leaves with Gavin, laughing together, out of my fucking mind, crazy in love.

I was making noise. All kinds of noise. Screaming, shrieking, laughing, crying. I was floating. I was everything and nothing all at once.

At some point it stopped, and he was taking pictures. Then it started again and everything blended together: the flashes of pain and pleasure, the images, the photos, Gavin, in a cycle that sent me soaring.

“Oh,” I gasped. “Oh God…”

After an eternity, sure hands brought me back, running from my shoulders to my hips.

“Jordana.” Gavin’s deep voice pulled me into my body, husky and cracked. “Sweetheart, are you with me?”

“I’m with you.” My hands and knees quivered. I’d forgotten I was holding the position on all fours.

“Let the pose go.”

I collapsed on the bed. He gathered me into his arms, massaging my back until my sobs subsided.

“Good girl,” he soothed. “Good, good girl.”

We lay together, my face smushed into his neck, until I finally raised my head.

He offered me water, smoothed my damp curls off my face, kissed my forehead.

“Would you like a reward now?”

“Yes,” I hiccupped.

“Come back over my lap.”

He guided me into place to lie over his thighs, feeling solid and real.

His hand between my legs brought sweet relief to my swollen pussy. My ass tingled and ached from his punishments, glowing hot, making every sensation stronger. When I squirmed, his erection pushed into my hip, making it clear how much this aroused him.

Something pushed inside me — his thumb, hot and firm. Pleasure flared through me as his fingers surrounded my clit.

He’d just whipped me into a mess of tears and wet-streaked thighs, and all I wanted was more.

“Gavin,” I moaned. “It’s so good, but it stings…”

“That’s right.” His voice dripped with dark delight. “I want to punish you, Jordana. In every way you crave. And I want to pleasure you until you come. Again, and again, and again. Past any point you think you can handle, until you break open.”

Need swirled through me, hot and insistent, until I exploded on his hand. Helpless, shocked.

“There we go, kitten,” he encouraged. “That’s what you need.”

I bucked on his lap as he stroked me. “Please, I’m so sensitive right now.” Don’t stop.

“Hush, Jordana. Your cunt is mine. This is just the beginning.”

As the sweet spasms subsided, Gavin’s fingers eased out of me. Strong arms lifted me onto the bed. Wiping his hand on a towel, he raised his camera.

This time, there were no instructions. No punishing pose to hold. He let me roll around, giddy and smiling, while the camera flashed. If he hadn’t said this was just the beginning, I would have figured my discipline was over.

But the scared little thrill in the pit of my stomach said otherwise.

Sure enough, he finally set the camera on the side table and went back to the closet. My heart rate spiked as he rummaged through the boxes on the top shelf.

He prowled toward me, a bottle in one hand and some kind of rubber cylinder in the other.

“Is that lube? Baby, you don’t need it. I’m ready. And what is that?” I gestured to the rubber cylinder.

Gavin only smiled — that hawkish, predatory smile that made my insides turn over.

Dropping the items on the bed, he pulled his gray T-shirt over his head and peeled off his sweats and boxers. My throat went dry at his hard, carved body, straight as a tree trunk. His cock pointed at me, a drop of clear liquid oozing from the tip.

Holding my gaze, he squirted lube in his hand and rubbed it over his cock, stroking his shaft with long, firm glides.

“What are you doing?” My voice fluttered.

“You’ll see.”

Calmly, he picked up the cylinder, which was covered with little bumps, and worked it over his cock until a small flat panel at the back was flush against his hard stomach.

“Gavin…” I gasped.

The sheath made him huge, and he was already no slouch in the size department.

“You need to be filled all the way up,” he said softly. “Until you can’t take anymore.”

“Are you going to fuck me with that?” I squeaked. “There’s no way. And those bumps—”

He grinned. “Oh yeah, you’ll feel them. It’s the perfect toy to complete my little toy’s lesson.”

“It’s not possible. This is a hundred percent outside the realm of possibility.”

“Didn’t I tell you to believe in yourself? We’ll take it very, very slow. You can always put on the brakes. Trust me, Jordana. Trust yourself.”

Leaning over me, he caressed my cheek. I was drowning in the golden-brown rings of his eyes, the endless blackness at their centers.

“You’re so beautiful. And this…” His hand drifted down to open my swollen folds. “This is a very special pussy. It needs to be fondled and filled and fucked. It deserves so much more than it thinks it can handle.”

My breath came out in a rush. “Okay. I’ll trust us.”

His eyes flared like live coals. “Lie back.”

I obeyed, lifting my hips to invite him in. Excitement whooshed through me as Gavin loomed overhead. The enormous tip pressed against my opening, blunt and inexorable.

He was huge. He was so fucking huge. At first, it didn’t seem like he’d be able to get in. He pushed and eased off over and over again, endlessly patient, the thick silicone sheath pressing against my sensitive pussy. He rubbed my clit sensually with the pad of his thumb, making me quiver and gush.

When I suddenly stretched open enough for the very tip to enter me, I cried out.

“Okay, kitten?” He paused, holding my gaze.

“Yes... it’s — it’s so — good…”

Golden eyes gleamed at me, narrowing in concentration. His lower lip caught between his teeth as his cock bore into me little by little.

I was so full; it shocked me, being impaled by this intruder. There was no space for emptiness now.

“Good girl,” Gavin crooned. “You’re believing in us both.”

He was right. As long as I focused on trusting him, opening, believing in us, my pussy kept accepting what Gavin gave me.

“Oh — Oh God —” I was tingling and throbbing around the massive invader. The tiny bumps massaged my cunt, adding an extra layer of intensity.

“Still with me?” He touched my cheek, tipped up my chin.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“You’re doing so well. Such a good little kitten. I’m proud of you, pet.”

“Please…” I wanted his praise, but something compelled me to push back. “I know I’m not just a kitten to you. I’m not just a pet.”

His gaze softened, soaked in heat. He held still with the massive head inside me. Propping himself on one elbow, he slid a hand between my legs to caress my mound, his fingers gently rubbing my clit. To my amazement, I softened in response, allowing him to enter a little more.

“You’re right. You’re a sweet, kind, caring girl. Can you do something for me?”

“What?” I was in a trance, seeing only the contours of his face.

“Can you be sweet and kind and caring to yourself? Before anyone else. Before me.”

“Yes! I will. I’ll try.”

He dropped a kiss on my forehead. “You’re so giving, Jordana. Now it’s time to receive.”

Capturing my mouth with his, he flexed his hips and sank inside me.

With each thrust, I screamed. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he was truly fucking me, but he was. It was wonderful and awful, and he just went on filling me and planting soft kisses on my face until I came in a hot mess on the huge rubber cock.

Time disappeared. Gavin kept massaging my clit, forcing more waves of painful pleasure through my body.

He was talking in a low, steady, hypnotic voice about how I was his precious girl, all his, to pleasure and punish and take care of.

Tears spilled down my cheeks as he praised me for surrendering to him.

Finally, the intruder eased out of my pussy, which clung to the huge tip like I never wanted it to leave. I shrieked again as the rubber nubs stimulated my sensitive entrance. He grasped the sheath and eased it off. His cock pointed at me, veined and glistening with lube.

Leaving me on the bed, he picked up the camera.

“The last pictures, Jordana,” he said softly.

I lay in a daze as he snapped photos. I didn’t feel the need to give, and Gavin didn’t ask anything from me.

He set the camera aside. Exhausted as I was, I couldn’t take my eyes off his erection. How had he contained his need, when he’d offered me so much?

I stretched out my arms. He climbed onto the bed, pulling me into his embrace, but I put my hands on his chest.

“Your turn,” I rasped.

A dark eyebrow lifted. “Jordana —”

Rolling onto my belly, I peeked at him over my shoulder. Sweat slicked his forehead and matted his hair.

“Go ahead. Take what you want.”

Gavin stroked my hips. His touch was mercifully gentle when he opened my pussy, running his thumbs along my lips.

“Are you sore, sweetheart?”

“Yes…but I’m still turned on.”

“I can see that. I’m dying to fuck you, but I think your sweet little pussy’s had enough for tonight. And that’s saying something.”

My face flamed, but I couldn’t disagree.

“So where should I finish?” Gavin mused. “Your mouth? Your pretty tits? Your soft tummy?”

I had to be some kind of glutton for punishment, because I slowly and deliberately raised my ass.

“Here,” I whispered.

Gavin gasped. That sharp inhale, when he was so in control, was everything I wanted.

“Kitten.” He stroked my still-smarting cheek. “Are you sure?”

“I want to try. If anyone belongs there, it’s you.”

“Your lesson’s over. This doesn’t need to hurt anymore.”

“I know you won’t let it hurt,” I murmured. “You’ll make it good for me, because you’re good.”

A low sound left him. The mattress moved beneath me. He climbed off the bed. Returned.

A pillow was pushed under my hips. Cool liquid drizzled down the cleft of my ass, making me laugh in surprise. It turned to a whimper when fingers caressed my tight hole. One pushed inside me, stroking the sensitive opening, driving my soft noises higher.

“That’s it, baby, open for me,” Gavin soothed, twisting his finger to tease me from all angles. “Play with your clit if you can stand it.”

When my fingers brushed the swollen bud, I squirmed with need. Gavin eased out of my ass, only to return with more thickness, more pressure.

He must have two fingers inside me now, dipping and turning. The sensations were intense — not quite pleasure, not quite pain. But as I rubbed my clit, Gavin’s touch felt better and better, sharpening my desire. I wriggled, daring to push back against him.

Finally, he withdrew. We both moaned as his broad head probed my ass, slick with lube.

I was afraid I couldn’t take him. To my surprise, I suddenly relaxed and he sank in, opening my narrow channel. His cock, in this place, was wrong and right all at once, overwhelming and exciting.

Yet my body wanted him there. I didn’t clench up, didn’t force him out.

That’s not to say that he wasn’t a lot, because, oh my God, he was A LOT.

“Gavin…” My hips circled, trying to decide whether to thrust or retreat.

He kissed my shoulder. “I’m going slow for you, sweetheart. You might not feel hurt where you normally would because you’ve been through so much tonight. I’m going to be extra careful, okay?”

“Okay,” I panted.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Lean into it.”

I’d been able to take him in that cock sheath earlier; I could take him now, his hot naked flesh inside my ass. Utterly intimate, no barriers. I could believe in us.

I let out a ragged breath when he rubbed my back. Every movement in my ass was tingling and charged.

He was silent. No dirty talk, no praise or degradation. Just the slide of his shaft into my cleft, sweet and sharp and very, very full.

I gripped the comforter, fluttering around him as I stroked my clit. The rhythm was like a ship at sea, a lullaby, a prayer.

“I want you in my darkest places,” I whispered.

His hand roamed over my back, reassuring me. Every thrust caused an overload of sensation. I rubbed my clit frantically, though it wasn’t possible that I could come again. Not after everything I’d been through. Yet my body, greedy and determined, would hear none of that.

“Jordana,” Gavin murmured. “Let it happen.”

I clutched his cock, stunned by the force that overtook me. My tears wet the covers as I came. Gavin groaned behind me, thrusting harder until his essence filled my darkest place.

It was so dirty and good and right, and I felt safe with Gavin buried inside me and my ass throbbing with the marks of his punishment.