Angelina furrowed her brow and quirked her head. “I thought that was the punishment…Sir.”
Good catch! She’d almost forgotten his title.
Her skin tingled everywhere the flogger had struck, but the aroused nerve endings left her feeling so excited. Still, there had been pain, at first anyway, so she really thought he’d already begun the punishment.
“No, my pet. I prefer to see your ass grow red when I punish you.”
Another spanking? How could he do that in this position?
Then he came toward her and rubbed her breasts, her sides, all the places the flogger had touch. “Oh, my God.” As if hit by a stun gun, she felt her body hang loosely from the chains above her. All of her muscles gave way as his touch on her hypersensitive skin sent her mind into near orgasm--euphoria. She closed her eyes and moaned.
Her mind was too far gone to give a coherent response. She nodded, eyes still closed, as she relished the intense sensations. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he reached up to unfasten the chain that held her arms.
“That, my pet, is the good kind of subspace. Feels incredible, doesn’t it?”
She didn’t want to leave that space and groaned when Marc spoke again.
“Your shoulders are going to be tense and sore.” He slowly lowered her arms, and her shoulder sockets screamed at the change of positions.
“Oh, God!” The painful burning in her joints was awful, bringing her back to her body. He lowered her still-bound hands to rest just below her abdomen and reached up to gently massage her shoulders, the pain compounded by the bruises Allen had left. But he was careful not to apply to much pressure there.
Her gaze became riveted to the hair on his chest. She wanted to move the lapels of the vest away so she could enjoy the sight of his pectorals again. She realized with a start that her pain had receded. He released the chain attached to the leather belt she wore, and the one that had restrained her torso, just below her breasts. Expecting him to then kneel down and remove the bar spreading her legs open, she was surprised when he left it there and bent down to press her abdomen against his shoulder. He lifted her like a sack of flour.
“Wait! Put me down!”
A hard smack against her butt told her what he thought of her giving him orders. He carried her across the room, one hand on her right thigh, the other holding her stinging butt in place. She had a feeling her butt would soon be stinging much worse.
He reached his destination and slid her down until her feet were standing on the ground, her legs open to him at a particularly dangerous position. “Wait here.” He turned and walked back to the area near the center post and bent down to pick up the flogger. Everything inside her screamed, “Nooooo!” But she refused to give voice to her panic. He’d shown her that the flogger was nothing to fear.
Deep breaths, pet. Oh, great. Now he had her calling herself that name.
“You earned ten lashes with the flogger for being insolent and rude to your Dom. Before we begin, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“No, Sir. I just want to get it over with.”
He smiled. “Show the flogger that you welcome its kiss against your flesh again. Kiss it.”
He held it out to her and she looked up at him in confusion. Kiss the implement that would deliver her punishment? Was he joking? From his somber expression, apparently not. She bent over and placed a kiss on the place where the handle and strips of leather were joined.
“Turn around.” With his help, he turned her around and she saw a black leather loveseat in front of her. “Use your hands to catch yourself and bend over the armrest.” Again, he helped her so that she wouldn’t put too much of a strain on her shoulders. Why was he giving orders, then making them less difficult by bailing her out? He confused her.
She bent her arms at the elbows and rested her forehead on her wrists. Her butt and pussy were high in the air, exposed and vulnerable. Marc walked back over to the wall of implements, then returned, letting the soft leather strips of the flogger dance lightly over her ass cheeks.
“This isn’t part of the punishment, but only to bring the blood to the surface.” Blood? She cringed as he began to flick the flogger against her buttocks the same way he had done on the center post a few minutes ago. Soon, her bottom was burning and tingling. He stopped and she felt his hand rubbing over the area where the flogger had just been hitting her.
“Oh, yes!” The sense of euphoria returned, although not as intense, and she melted against the armrest, unable to control her body’s muscles any longer.
“You will count and ask for your next blow. Other than your safe word, no other words will be allowed.”
Marc stood to the side where she could see the black leather pants encasing his raging hard-on. To say he was excited by the scene would be an understatement. Angelina wondered if he would come inside her tonight. She clenched her vaginal muscles in anticipation.
Whack!
“Oh!” Marc’s flogger landed across her butt cheeks.
“What did you say, cara?”
Say? She didn’t say anything, did she? Oh! She was supposed to, though! Think!
“Answer me, pet.”
Oh, yes! “One. Thank you, Sir!”
“You weren’t listening, pet. I told you to count and ask for your next blow. Let’s start again. The first one won’t count.”
Well, it sure counted to her! But she didn’t argue.
Whack!
Her butt was already stinging and it was only the second one. Well, technically the first. This was much more intense than his hand on her butt had been during last night’s spanking.
“One. Please may I have another, Sir?”
“Good girl. Yes, you may.”
Whack!
“Two, Sir. May I have another?”
The flogger hurt like hell. And there were eight more to come? Oh, God. She’d never make it.
Marc’s cool hand stroked her burning skin. Yes, please touch me. His finger slid between the folds of her pussy to rub against the sides of her clit hood. Her face heated as her bottom bucked up toward his finger. Had he changed his mind about ten? Was he finished? Just when she thought perhaps the punishment might end early, Marc removed his hand from her pussy once more. She steeled herself for the next blow to fall.
Whack!
“Ow!” Harder this time, he took her by surprise. Tears stung her eyes. “Three, sir. May I have another?
Whack!
Oh, God. Why did he keep striking the same place over and over? “Four. May I have another?”
“How do you address me?”
“Sir!” Oh, please don’t start over. Tears spilled from her eyes at the very thought he might. How could she keep her mind on anything like titles when she was in such pain?
Whack! Angelina’s butt cheeks flamed, then she felt cool air blowing against her skin, quenching some of the fire. What number was she on?
“Five? May I have another? Sir!”
“Yes, pet. Right on all counts.”
Whack!
“Six!” She sobbed the word. “Please, sir.” She gasped for air. “May I have another?”
She could no longer see him standing beside her. Marc’s fingers spread her folds and his tongue trailed a path from her pussy to her clit. She strained upward to press against his mouth, but could barely move. She groaned in frustration. His tongue flicked her clit until it throbbed, sending delicious waves of warmth through her lower body.
“Perfect.”
Angelina smiled, happy to have pleased him. She enjoyed her arousal, as well. It took some of the sting out of the punishment. But without his tongue against her, Angelina felt cold air against her wet folds. She waited, but nothing happened. What was Marc doing? When would he continue? And where had she left off in her count? She braced herself, no idea where the next blow would land.
Slap!
“Oh, sweet Jesus!” A stinging exploded against her erect clit and she clenched her hands into fists. Pain radiated throughout her pussy and thighs. She tried to draw her legs together, but the bar and her position over the armrest prevented her from doing so.
“Angelina. Have you forgotten something?”
What? Like my name? Oh, God. Count! Where was she? Seven? Eight? She wished it were ten. She couldn’t take much more if the blows continued at this intensity. Guessing that if she said eight and it should have been nine, he’d take her back to one, she decided it was better to play it safe than sorry.
“Seven, Sir. Please…another?”
“Good girl.”
Slap!
Before she could bask in the glow of his praise, another sting bit into her throbbing defenseless clit. Please, no more! “Eight! Please may I have another, Sir?”
You can do this, Angie. Almost there.
Tears dripped down her nose onto the cuffs at her wrists. She wished the punishment would end, but realized she still didn’t feel nearly as much pain as she had when Allen had beaten her. He’d shown no mercy, no tenderness, no concern for her safety. Marc wasn’t Allen.
Remember that, Angie.
“You’re doing very well, pet. I’m proud of you for being so brave.”
Marc’s hands cupped each of her buttocks and she felt his tongue again on her sore and swollen clit. So close. She could come if he kept up this sweet torture. But she hadn’t been given permission. And she wouldn’t beg this time. The thought of being so turned on by pain still rattled her nerves.
She tried to fight the explosion bubbling up inside. He slid his tongue up her slit and pressed against her vagina. Angelina bucked against him as he pressed his hard tongue inside her.
“Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”
So much for not begging.
“Angelina, did you have permission to speak—other than to count?”
Noooo! Tears of frustration spilled from her eyes. Would he increase the number of blows remaining?
“Please, Marc…Sir. I mean Sir,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry.” Another sob tore from her. “I’m trying. Please forgive me.”
She felt pressure on her lower back as if he were resting his head there. His hands held her hips. Then he was gone. She clenched every muscle from her shoulders to her thighs, anticipating the last two blows.
Whoomph!
Her thoughts were interrupted by another smack, this one on her buttocks, but this one was far different than the others. Rather than the stinging blows of the first eight, this one felt cushioned, even padded. It fell against her upper thighs, the impact jolting her clit, even though it wasn’t a direct strike. Yet.
“Cara,” Marc cautioned.
So thrown off was she, she’d forgotten to count. “Nine, Sir. Please may I have another?” And then her other upper thigh received the same treatment.
Whoomph!
“Ten, Sir! Please may I have another?”
“Are you sure about that, pet?”
“No!!! I mean, no, Sir! Thank you. I got confused.”
Marc rubbed the implement over her butt. Soft. Furry?
“Ahhh.”
“I thought you might like that, cara.”
Finished. Oh, my God, she’d done it! She hadn’t used her safe word either. And she’d stayed in the moment. Her body collapsed against the armrest. She didn’t realize how tight she’d held her muscles during the punishment.
What next? Was she finally going to get to feel Marc’s penis inside her? Oh, please say yes! She wanted him so badly. She felt his hands massaging her shoulders and upper back with firm, yet gentle, strokes. He ran his hands over her burning cheeks and kissed each butt cheek on the very spots where he’d hit her. Then his hands held onto her hips as if he’d settled himself on his knees behind her and he pressed his tongue against her clit. Oh, God! She needed to come so badly. Please don’t let him torture her any longer. The eruption began to build in her belly and flowed through her chest, her thighs, her pussy.
“Please, Sir. I need you inside me.”
Marc’s tongue and lips left her. “No, that isn’t what you need, pet.”
Damn him. He was going to make her beg for it. Well, she had no pride any longer. “Yes, I do. I need you inside me. And I need to come, Sir.”
“Not nearly as much as I need to make you come, cara.”
Marc’s tongue pressed hard into her vagina as his thumb circled her clit. “Ohhhh! I can’t stop!”
“Come.” Marc’s tongue flicked her clit.
Two fingers replaced his tongue inside her pussy, stretching her and causing her to buck up against Marc’s hand. She hoped he would replace his fingers with his penis and penetrate her more deeply. Instead, his tongue laved her sensitive clit until screams were wrenched from her.
“Ohhhh! Oh, Mio Dio! I’m coming!” Angelina’s orgasm neared its peak. “Yessss! Yesssssssss!! Oh, God, yessss!” Her body exploded, sending her flying to pieces. She convulsed against the restraints holding her earthbound. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Don’t stop! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh, yes! Yes! Yessss!”
She jerked with each aftershock. When at last the world stopped trembling, Angelina collapsed like a wet noodle against the armrest again. She gasped for air, which irritated her raw throat. God, she didn’t know she was a screamer. But each time she thought she’d reached her most explosive orgasm, he took her to even greater heights. He hadn’t even made love to her yet. God, she needed to feel him inside her.
Would Marc take her like this—on the armrest? She hoped not. “I need to touch you. Now!”
“Is that an order, little sub?” Marc laughed and smacked her butt.
“Ow.” Was she in for another spanking? Then he rubbed her sore butt cheeks.
“I am pleased with how you took your discipline, pet.”
Her body warmed—in a good way—at his words. “Because this was your first serious offense, I went easier on you than I will the next time. Do not disobey me again.”
“I’ll behave, Sir.” But what if she couldn’t? This punishment had been bad enough. But the next one would be worse?
Even though Marc thought he’d gone easy on her, her ass still stung as if fire ants were having a picnic there. Her clit felt sore. What device of torture had he used on her clit? What was that fuzzy object at the end?
Snap. What was that sound?
“Relax. I was just putting on a latex glove. The Navy instilled in me the importance of not spreading germs. I want to put some lido on your ass to help with the burning.”
She felt his cold fingers squirting the lotion on her and gently rubbing it into her burning flesh. She heard him pull a couple tissues from a box, then moaned as he slid a finger down her wet cleft to press into her pussy. She bucked against his hand when a second finger entered her. Then both fingers pulled out and slid upward, toward her asshole. She tried to pull away. “No. Not there!”
Ignoring her, he continued to move closer. “Have you ever let a man touch you there, cara?”
“Sure.” If she weren’t lying face down on a loveseat, she would have tilted up her chin in false bravado. Then she admitted to truth. “My gynecologist.”
Marc chuckled. “I assure you what I plan to put there will be better than anything your GYN has inserted.”
Her anus clenched at the thought. What did he mean? A finger? Two? His penis. Her asshole clenched.
“Ah, I see the thought excites you.”
Her face flamed and her nipples became engorged as her wicked, traitorous mind latched onto the fantasy.
“Dio, your willingness to consider new experiences enchants me. Clearly, the thought of anal play, and maybe even anal sex, will be on the table this week. Would you like to explore that with me?”
One part of her mind screamed a vehement “no.: Then why did her head nod in response like a bobblehead doll sailing down a ski slope? She didn’t even know what he wanted to do to her. How could she agree to an unknown?
“Answer me, pet.”
She forgot he couldn’t see her head from where he was. No, but he had a perfectly clear view of her anus. This was too embarrassing for words.
“Stop analyzing it to death.” He seemed annoyed with her. “Just answer yes or no.”
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Well, if that’s a fantasy of yours, I know just the place to act it out. And you’re in luck. There was a time when I was known as Doc for my superior medical skills.” She heard him rustling around for something. “But, first, a little preparation.”
She felt cold liquid squirt against her anus and jumped. Oh, God! “No!”
“Did you wish to use your safe word?”
Did she? The idea of anal sex caused her clit to throb again. But it was so wrong. So dirty. So why did the thought of it have her mind and body aroused?
“Answer me, pet.”
“I’m just scared.” Her voice was so low, she didn’t know if he heard her. “It will hurt.”
He stroked her lower back and butt cheeks. “Thank you for being honest with me. I’m going to start stretching you so that it won’t be as painful. There are four plugs you’ll wear in succession over the next couple days.”
Butt plugs? Oh, God.
“Tonight is the smallest. Now relax. I’m just going to start with my finger.”
The thought of him scrutinizing her asshole at the moment sent an odd thrill through her. Dio, why did that make her feel like such a slut?
Marc’s finger tried to enter her tight opening. “Press against my finger.”
She did as he instructed and he entered her. Oh, God! So tight. No pain, just an odd pressure. She bucked against Marc’s finger, taking him deeper.
“You’re doing great, cara.” She glowed at his words of praise and clenched her anal muscles. Marc chuckled. “I think you’re ready for a second finger.” The thought of being stretched by two fingers sent her into a swift retreat.
She raised up on her elbows and tried to scoot off the armrest.
“Remain still.” Marc’s stern warning caused her to freeze. She felt another cold finger pressing against her, seeking entrance.
“Relax for me, pet.” Hearing his sweet, sexy voice made her want to please him. Remembering how pushing against Marc’s finger had made taking his first finger easier, she adjusted her position and pushed against him, feeling his second finger stretching her further.
“Oh, God!”
“So fucking tight.”
The burning surprised her—but still in a good way.
“Slow, deep breaths, cara”
She’d forgotten how to breathe. The feel of two fingers inside her asshole short-circuited her brain.
“I said breathe. Now.”
She drew a ragged breath, then another.
“Good girl.”
His other hand began stroking her back and her butt. Relax. Yeah, right. Burning pain.
“Stop worrying. I’m not going to fuck you there—yet. You’re too tight for me yet, cara.”
A mixture of feelings warred inside her. Relief that she wouldn’t have to take him inside her anus. Regret that she wouldn’t get to take them inside her anus. Oh, God. What was the matter with her?
“To help prepare you, I’m going to have you wear this plug tonight. You took my fingers so well, I think you’re ready for the second plug already.”
He pulled his two fingers out and she felt empty. “Press against it.” Already? God, he must have planned this all along. Something cold and wet pushed against her opening as his fingers opened her butt cheeks wider.
“Now.” Marc said.
She closed her eyes and tried to push against the object, but it had only gone inside her a small bit before the burning pain became unbearable. She gasped. “I can’t!”
“You’re doing great, pet. Push.”
She started to hyperventilate.
“Deep, slow breaths, pet.”
He ignored her distress and just kept pressing the damned thing against her. Wider and wider it stretched her, working its way through her rings of muscles. As the plug went deeper, it seemed to surpass the diameter of his two fingers. She clenched her hands.
“Relax. It will go in easier if you don’t tense up.”
She ran her tongue over her lips, which had become so dry, forcing herself to breathe more slowly, deeply. The plug continued its invasion. How the hell big was the god-damned thing?
“Almost there, pet.”
Wanting to get it over with, she tilted her butt toward the offending object and felt it plop into place. The feeling of being stretched to the max remained. This was beyond burning; it hurt.
“You did great, Amore.
Breathe. Just breathe.
She heard the glove being removed and the sound of tissues pulled from a box again. She felt the tissues pressed against her anus, as he wiped away the excess lubricant. His attention sent her clit to aching for him again. Then she felt his finger pressing against the plug and his tongue flicking her clit.
“No, I’m not ready!”
He pulled away for a moment. “Oh, you will come when I tell you to come, pet.”
But I just did!
And yet, the pressure against her anus, his tongue against her clit, and the added sensation of his finger curling inside her pussy and pressing against her G-spot created the perfect storm.
“Oh, please, Sir! No more. No, I mean, don’t stop!” She knew she made no sense whatsoever, but rational thought had long since been eradicated. A second finger entered her and she screamed. “Please, Sir! I need to come.”
His tongue left her clit again. “Yes, come for me, pet.”
When his tongue returned to her clit, she came undone. “Oh, dear God!” Angelina’s body was primed for take-off so much faster than ever before. She was bucking against the three pressure points and gasping for air in her oxygen-starved lungs.
He increased the speed of his tongue and fingers and “Oh, Marc! Yessss! Oh, please don’t stop!” Her body bucked and jolted against him until he wrenched every ounce of orgasm out of her. When the tremors stopped, she collapsed. Coherent thought had fled. She was nothing but a body to be used for his pleasure.
At the back of her mind, Angelina registered that he unhooked the bar from one ankle, then the other, but her hips wouldn’t work when she attempted to move her legs together again. Besides, she feared the plug would hurt more if she pulled her legs together.
“Let me help you up.”
Marc’s erection pressed against her stinging butt and the plug he’d just placed inside her as he bent over her to lift her up. On her feet, she swayed as blood drained from her head. He caught her by her elbows and smiled down at her.
She felt as if she had a stick up her butt. How was she supposed to wear it all night? She looked down at the floor next to the kneelers to see a flogger similar to the one Allen had used. How had Marc had managed to make it feel so much better? Next to it lay a miniature version of the flogger with a leather-bound handle and blue-colored leather strips, each about six inches, long protruding from one end. Lying there, it seemed as innocuous as a feather duster. Only she knew it was capable of extreme pain. This must have been what he used on her clit.
But what had delivered those final, softer blows? A leather bag lay open beside where Marc had been, filled with any number of objects she probably didn’t want to know about. Laying on top was a red, fuzzy heart-shaped paddle. She giggled. It had to be the silliest thing she’d ever seen. No wonder those blows had resulted in only pleasure, no pain.
“I didn’t think I could use anything else for those last two,” Marc said, brushing the hair back from her eyes. She looked up at him. “I’m so proud of you, pet. That was an intense punishment…for both of us...and you took it very well.”
She’d forgotten he didn’t enjoy punishing her and felt badly she’d put him in a position to have to deliver yet another one. She hoped this would be the last.
He brushed away tears from her cheeks she wasn’t even aware she had shed.
Marc’s hands then rubbed her heated butt cheeks, his hands cool against her flesh. Her muscles clenched around the plug. Chill bumps rose, causing her butt to sting even more. Standing on tiptoes, she placed a kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Marc. That was incredible.” The look of surprise on his face was priceless.
“Come, pet. I need to cuddle.”
He took her hand and guided her to the front of the loveseat, where he sat down and pulled her onto his lap. She still wore the wrist and ankle cuffs, but actually liked the way they felt.
“Oh!” The plug pressed against his thigh as she sat on his lap. He smiled as he pulled a blanket from a basket at the other end of the loveseat. She hadn’t realized she was cold until he wrapped it around her and pulled her against his chest.
Home.
Safe.
“Don’t worry. You’ll hardly know the plug’s there after a couple hours.”
Yeah, right.
She felt the warmth of his body surrounding her. All she wanted right now was to be held in his arms again. To be safe. Loved.
Whoa! Nobody said anything about love. This was lust. Discipline. Sex.
Nothing more.