Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Tyler lowers me back down onto my feet.
I let my eyes adjust to the room until it takes shape around me. Tyler refers to it as our Playground.
Fully equipped with kinky furniture, and a considerable selection of objects ranging from impact toys to a glass cabinet full of dildos and plugs.
There’s also a full bathroom stocked with a wardrobe of uniforms for roleplay.
Off to the side, a separate room has a large four-poster bed, fitted with strap-based resistant systems for your wrists, ankles and head. A large mirror is mounted to the ceiling above it.
In our playground there’s a St. Andrew’s cross, bondage bench, a sex impaler, electric and manual hoists, a fuck bench, a queening box, a throne chair, a leather swing, a sybian saddle, and a fucking machine with an attached dildo.
My pulse thrums at twice its normal pace as I absorb the details of the room. I love sex. I’ve always craved it. Now it’s different. I need the line blurred. Pleasure balanced with something darker. Control taken from my hands and border lining pain.
He doesn’t hesitate. Tyler’s gaze darkens as it locks with mine. “Strip.”
That unwavering confidence in his tone goes directly to my pussy, leaving no doubt about what is to come next.
He claims the throne across the room, tugging his shirt over his head and discarding it, leaving his muscular chest bare with only his gray sweatpants on.
He pins me with a look, and I comply. His gaze never strays from mine, dark and intoxicating, like he’s memorizing me all over again, as though he still can’t get enough of me. My skin prickles under it.
After undressing, I’m standing naked, with random flecks of dried blood marring my skin in front of him.
I bring my hand up to my hair tie and undo it, my hair cascades down, and I drop it on top of my clothes.
Our energies are in sync, playing off each other. Raw and real all at once.
“Beautiful,” he rubs the full length of his erect cock through his pants, drinking in the sight of me, “Now crawl to me.”
I sink down to my hands and knees, unhurried, every movement intentional as I keep my eyes on his.
I can already feel the wetness forming between my legs.
“That’s my good fucking girl.”
When I reach him, I kneel, head dipped, with my palms resting on my thighs, poised for his next command.
He removes another hair tie he must have slipped on his wrist and moves around me to tenderly braid my hair.
He bends over and places a blindfold in my lap.
“Put this on and secure it.”
I follow his command, fighting the urge to touch him, the smell of him drives me mad.
My breasts feel heavy, and I’m beginning to ache, that burning feeling of want at the center of my core.
“Spread your legs so I can see that glistening pussy and how much you want me,” he growls, lowering his voice.
Sliding my knees open, I let him take in the sight of me. I’m ravenous.
He groans an audible “Fuck” through gritted teeth.
I hear him shuffling as he sheds his pants.
I’m acutely aware of him in every possible way, and it only grows the unbearable longing.
“Over my knee.”
I shift forward, my knees finding a slight step, and use it to raise myself higher alongside him.
He hauls me over his legs, and I feel his hard cock pass over my abdomen. I gasp at the contact.
“You’ve been a naughty fucking girl, you’re going to take your punishment, and if I hear a sound out of you, I’ll punish you further.”
I’m panting now, practically whimpering.
His calloused palms wander over my nipples, taking his time, and then weaves them onto my backside and trails a finger, making contact with my clit.
I bite my lip, suppressing a moan.
Then abruptly, WHACK.
He spanks me, hard. Not holding back.
Immediately rubbing where his hand landed.
My pussy clenches as my heart skips a beat.
Then, without warning, WHACK.
My body jumps at the shock. Pressing down on his cock.
“Oh fuck, look at that red ass. Don’t make me remind you.”
Wrapping a handful of my braid and yanking back until my neck is extended, he demands, “Say. Who. You. Belong. To.”
“You,” I force out.
WHACK.
My body jolts again.
“That’s my good fucking whore. Now stand the fuck up.”
I don’t argue.
He clasps my arm and guides me over to where he wants me.
Clutching me against him, his hard cock between us, he pushes my hair behind my shoulder and shudders, grazing his teeth up my neck.
I lick my lips with anticipation.
“Now listen closely slut, I am only going to say this once, put your knees on the knee pads and angle forward, your stomach will meet the surface of the table. Your face will go into a face pad that’s a V-shape, and your arms will rest on pads right below your face.”
The fuck bench.
Again, I follow his instructions, situating myself.
Tyler stalks around the table, fastening each strap while caressing the skin underneath, two on each leg, two on my back, two on each arm, one over my neck, and one across the back of my head.
He stalks over until he’s at my back; I hear a dispenser, and then his hand slips along my pussy and ass.
Lube.
“Look. At You. Completely at my mercy, my personal fuck doll.”
He finds my clit and massages it back and forth.
A faint sound betrays me.
“Do you like that, my little reaper? Tell me.”
More moans leave my mouth, and I breathlessly beg, “Yes, more.”
I sink into his touch, my body bowing against the restraints.
His other hand strokes the middle of my back; he’s inches from me now.
Stopping at my tight hole, he nudges the tip of his finger in.
“Oh god,” I bite out.
My pussy flutters.
“Not yet. Look at how your body begs for me.”
He prods his finger further, rotating it as another finger slips in.
Then he withdraws both his hands.
Suddenly, something invades my tight hole. It’s circular.
“Breathe, slut. I know your hole can take it.”
He guides it in. Then another. Until there are five total.
Silicone anal beads.
I’m completely undone now.
“Please,” I plead with him.
“I think you're more than ready for me, my little reaper.”
He cups my pussy and then plunges a finger in.
He pulls out at the same time, gradually easing one of the beads out.
I suck in a startled breath.
Without warning, he shoves himself all the way inside of me.
The unexpected invasion sends a tremor through me.
I cry out as my body adjusts to his length.
His hands grip my hips, and he thrusts aggressively, mercilessly.
“Don’t be shy now, little reaper, let me hear those fucking noises you make with my cock inside you.”
My mind goes blissfully blank, there’s nothing left but the sensations and my unfiltered reactions.
The table moves.
I’m dizzy with the orgasm building.
He yanks another anal bead out.
Writhing all over the table, noises of satisfaction pour out of me.
“Don’t. You. Dare. Come.” He growls.
“I can’t,” I cry out.
He wrenches another anal bead out, and it almost sends me over the edge.
He settles over me, his hand coming up to my throat, fingers closing around it.
Choking me while he continues to fuck me.
Cutting off my airway, my vision fractures, blackness forms and my body thrashes instinctively.
“Oh reap, you know you only get to breathe when I tell you that you can.”
He snatches another anal bead out and lets go of my throat.
My lungs expand with a deep breath, and that tingling sensation starts in my lower back, my whole-body humming.
“Don’t stop,” a raw cry tears from me.
“I know you’re there, now beg to come all over my cock,” he pants.
“Please, please let me come!” I scream.
He drags the rest of the anal beads out at once and fucks me roughly, “Come, my dirty fucking girl,” Tyler growls.
I shriek his name loudly as I find my orgasm at the same time he does.
Still thrusting, he lets me ride the wave.
My body trembles as I come down from the overwhelming high.
He draws his dick out, the absence impossible to ignore and takes two of his fingers, shoving our come further inside me.
Then he ravages me with his tongue, licking and sucking.
I freeze, caught off guard, still sensitive from the orgasm.
After he finishes, my body goes limp from exhaustion. I couldn’t move even if I tried to.
“You did so well.” Tyler says soothingly while he unclips my straps one at a time, stroking every piece of skin they touched.
Lastly, he takes off my blindfold and squirts something in his hands then starts massaging my scalp right under my skull where my neck starts.
I groan in ecstasy, this is almost as good as the sex. Then he kneads my shoulders and back, working out the knots and taking his time all the way down to my backside.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but when he stops, I feel lighter and more relaxed.
He sweeps my hair from my face and grazes his lips on my forehead.
“Don’t move an inch baby, let me clean you up.” Tyler mutters under his breath and lifts me into his arms.
He carries me into the adjoining bathroom, opens the walk-in shower, and sets me on the bench as he starts the water, getting it warm.
He grabs a washcloth, dampens it, and lathers the soap into it before bringing it to my skin. Without asking, he runs it over me, delicately and thoroughly, especially between my legs, until he’s content.
Then he gathers me into him, guiding me under the waterfall shower to rinse it all away.
I stand beneath the water for a while, staring at him as he cleans himself now.
Afterward, he bundles me in a thick, fluffy white towel before steering me to the vanity. I take a seat on the small stool, and he picks up a brush, lovingly working through my damp hair.
My eyes begin to droop. Then he kisses me on my temple and intuitively I fit myself against him, desiring the feel of his arms around me.
Picking me up again, he brings me to the bed, neither of us having the energy for the stairs. He pulls back the covers, settles me in, then climbs in behind me, holding me close, having no intention of letting me go.
Kissing my shoulder, he whispers, “You’re it for me, Mrs. Chase.”
I fall asleep right away, and luckily, it’s dreamless.