Chapter 1 #2
I tipped my head, staring up at the ceiling, studying the way the light cast various shadows across the surface. They were ominous but inviting, drawing me further into his perpetual darkness.
“You are very hungry tonight, my kitten.”
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
“Then you shall have everything you crave, but only after you’re punished. Come with me into the playroom.”
The playroom. I’d dreaded the place the moment I’d set foot inside.
The various instruments of pain had been carefully collected, his cabinets of implements unlike anything I’d ever seen before.
Now I grew excited every time I was invited inside, which had been only recently.
My mouth watered even though I continued to tremble.
He took his time walking us toward the door, opening it slowly as if lifting the lid to Pandora’s Box. The single light switch activated a series of highlights, some creating a glow around a different apparatus. As always happened, my breath skipped, my heart racing. This had been his world.
Now it was also mine.
And I never wanted it to end.
“What shall we choose tonight?” he asked as if he would allow me to choose at all.
“Whatever you determine.”
He pressed his head against my neck, darting his tongue back and forth across my earlobe. “You are so special to me. I am very hungry tonight. Let’s give you salvation. Shall we?”
Salvation.
It was the one thing he’d needed desperately, the one aspect of his life that had nearly derailed him. I was his strength. I was his hope for the future.
I was his.
The light to his darkness.
When he placed a hand on my shoulder, a very emotional sense of comfort swept through me.
He had an uncanny ability of knowing when I needed his touch.
After he led me to the apparatus of choice, a bench he’d never used before, he eased my hair from around my shoulders, brushing his fingers down the length of my spine.
“I’m going to remove the handcuffs.”
I remained silent as he rubbed his fingers down my arm, sliding a small key from his pocket as he moved in front of me.
I didn’t need to be told to hold my arms in front of me.
I also couldn’t take my eyes off him as he used the tiny key to unlock the shackles.
He tossed the steel pieces onto a table then took thirty seconds rubbing my wrists, pulling one hand close to his mouth.
The feel of his hot breath trickling over my skin created another round of goosebumps.
I found it difficult to breathe as I watched him raise my hand to his mouth, pressing kisses across my knuckles.
His eyes never left mine, his voluptuous mouth only adding to the wetness between my legs.
The man knew how to arouse me with a single heated look.
After a few seconds, he guided me toward the bench, preparing to pull me over the padded surface.
I noticed the vibrator secured in the middle as he eased me over the instrument of pain.
He pulled first one arm then the other over the side, bending down as he secured my wrists with leather bindings.
He took his time moving behind me, tugging my legs apart then binding my ankles. When he was satisfied, he pressed his hand against the small of my back, gently caressing my skin.
“You look so beautiful this way.” His words were still full of such command, but they were also sensual, the sultry vibe only adding to my excitement.
My rational mind still had no clear understanding of the joy it brought me to receive this level of pain, but the release surrounding the moment was nothing short of ecstasy.
I twisted my head as he walked toward one of the cabinets, obviously selecting the implement to use.
I craned my neck in an effort to find out, holding back a series of whimpers as he selected some kind of a leather strap.
I sucked in my breath, anticipating the heightened level of pain.
The moment seemed surreal, as if I’d seen the event in my mind before.
Just being around him created such a pull toward his darkness, an almost desperate need to find himself again.
The night and day of our professional life versus our heated passion was so extreme.
I struggled in my bindings as he walked closer, the hard wooden floor adjusting to the vibrations of his heavy step.
After he closed the distance, moving behind me, he bent down. The sound of a crank of some kind filtered into my ears. What was he doing? I found out soon enough, a bulbous tip of the vibrator sliding between my legs. What the hell was he doing?
“I’m going to issue twenty for your original misbehavior. Another ten for not coming to me when I commanded.”
I shuddered from his words alone, fisting my hands as my heart continued to race. I was lightheaded from the position I’d been placed in, fighting to take another look at him.
“Remember what I told you earlier, Aspen. Pain and pleasure are often morphed together to achieve a feeling of nirvana. You’re going to understand more of what I was talking about tonight. After I’m finished, I am going to fuck you.”
His statements were never to be questioned, his desire as powerful as my own.
I held my breath as the anticipation sent another wave of butterflies into my stomach.
At least he didn’t force me to wait but for long.
The whooshing sound was something I would never forget, the snap of his wrist becoming secondary.
But when the lash was smacked across both bottom cheeks, I reared up immediately, the clang of the chains holding the leather bands in place minimal in comparison to my moans.
I was shocked the pain wasn’t immediate, more of a tingling sensation rocketing through me.
Blinking furiously, I took several scattered breaths, still fighting with the bindings.
He delivered two more in rapid succession, both hitting my sit spot.
That’s when I felt the first hint of pain, a jarring set of tingles sliding down the back of my legs.
When he brought the lash down four more times, one placed on my upper thighs, I was unable to hold back a slight scream.
“Oh. Oh. Oh!” I jerked up, gasping for air as stars floated in front of my eyes.
The caress of his fingers did little to hide the anguish.
Heat flashed through every inch of my skin until it was on fire.
Just when I thought he was going to continue at a rapid pace, I heard a whirring sound.
The second something thick was placed against my clit, a powerful set of vibrations swept through me like a tidal wave.
I lifted my head to scream, but there was no sound other than an anguished moan.
I felt his hot breath as he leaned over, his husky whisper burning into my mind. “Agony and ecstasy, my kitten.”
As he continued the spanking, the vibrations only seemed to increase, pulling me almost immediately toward a raging climax. I could no longer breathe, had no sense of what was happening. All I could concentrate on was the sheer pleasure the vibrator was providing.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh…
With every hard snap of his wrist, I jerked up from the apparatus, barely able to move.
I was thrown into a new state of mind, floating above the stratosphere, no longer blinded from the pain.
I couldn’t stop bucking as the whirling head of the vibrator yanked me close to an orgasm.
I opened my mouth to speak but was unable to find any words to say.
Another four strikes were issued, each one harder than the one before. Then I heard his voice, the deep baritone penetrating into my mind.
“Are you ready to come for me, little kitten?”
“Yes. Please… Please, sir.”
Neither my actions nor the words were coming from the same girl who’d arrived at the location only a few weeks before. I’d been transformed.
No, I’d been set free.
I no longer felt the harsh round of punishment, the pleasure too intense.
My entire body was on fire, every cell seared by the dazzling electricity shooting through me like bottle rockets.
I undulated my hips as the climax roared to the surface, slamming into me.
While I managed to let off an audible scream, the sound was scattered.
I couldn’t stop shaking from the powerful orgasm, one shifting into two. Then a giant wave.
“That’s it, kitten. Enjoy.”
Just hearing his words fueled the fire even more, pushing me to new heights of pleasure. I was cognizant of the continued spanking, but I no longer felt the pain, only the extreme pleasure.
He was relentless in his punishment, continuing to give strike after strike. But all I could do was fade into the sheer euphoria.
I wasn’t certain how much time had gone by, but when the whirring sounds ceased, I released a cry, prepared to beg for more. After taking several deep breaths, I closed my eyes, more satisfied than I’d been before.
As he brushed his fingers across my bruised bottom, I heard several purrs erupting from my throat. I had no energy, no need to struggle any longer. He continued caressing, moving his hand between my legs as he cranked the incredible vibrator away.
“Wet and hot. Are you ready for me?”
His question had to be rhetorical. I murmured my answer, although I wasn’t entirely certain I’d said any words. Yet I didn’t need to.
While a few seconds must have passed, I was lost in the same blissful world, just trying to control my breathing. Then I sensed him once again getting closer, the touch of his hands as he kneaded my back adding to the warmth racing through every cell and muscle.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you, including in your tight little ass.”
I didn’t bristle as normal, didn’t buck up from the apparatus. I wanted nothing more than for him to take me.
Use me.
Possess me.
My rational brain was pushed aside as I felt the tip of his cock slip past my swollen, aching folds. A smile crossed my face before I licked my lips, my hunger only increasing.
He wasted no time thrusting every inch of his thick shaft deep inside, the force shoving me forward.
His ragged growl was an indication of his own level of pleasure.
As he dug his fingers into my hips, I twisted my head back and forth.
I longed to see him, to feel the weight of his body against mine.
That would come later.
After his dark hunger was satisfied.
He pulled out, taking several deep breaths then slamming into me again. The heat resonating off his body was electrifying, the guttural sounds he made indicating his beast had breached the surface. Soon, the creature would be sated.
But only for a short period of time.
I closed my eyes, the glorious moment fulfilling my own needs. We’d found each other, satisfying vile and filthy needs. I could only imagine how much more the man would hunger for.
He pounded into me for a full minute as he brushed several fingertips down the crack of my ass. Every hole belonged to him.
His growls became more ferocious as he slid the tip of his cock up and down before pushing it into my darkened hole.
I tensed as I always did, fighting the urge to struggle.
As he drove his cockhead in until he hit the tight ring of muscle, I almost panicked, but the warmth of his hand as he rubbed my back proved calming.
The powerful man plunged the rest of his cock inside, his roar of ecstasy floating all around us. I adored the sound of him letting go, capturing the light as he satisfied his needs. Today was even more extreme than any time before, our playtime private and secure. No one was ever to know.
My muscles stretched to accommodate his wide girth, the initial ache quickly morphing into an elongated series of sensations. How could anything feel this good?
“Oh. Oh. Oh…” With every brutal thrust, I was unable to hold back even a single moan, fisting then flexing my fingers with every savage pass. Nothing could be sweeter than this. Nothing.
I could tell he was struggling to hold back, losing his control. A smile crossed my face, exhaustion settling in, only I knew this was only the beginning of a wondrous night. There would be more.
As he erupted, filling me with his seed, I realized a single tear had slipped from my lashes.
Soon there would be silence.