I was coming to realize that orgasm denial was Master’s favorite method of punishment.
Chapter 16
John
Damn. I was quickly becoming addicted to the sweet moans and sighs coming from Alix. Bringing her right to the crest of release only to back off and hear her frustration made me smile. She was learning the hard way who was in control. I was and it was easy to see that denying her orgasms was the easiest way to show her that. I was always in control. She might push me to my limits, but I wouldn't let her break down the carefully constructed walls I'd put up. I was the Master, she was the submissive. While I might give everything I had for this little woman and her wanton cries, I would be the one in charge. I had to be with her.
"Please. Please, more, Master." Even her voice was needy as she begged, rubbing her wet pussy against my erection.
"No," I whispered in her ear before dragging my tongue up the outer edge. "You will come when I tell you to come and not before. Unless you need to come so badly you won't mind taking another punishment for it." God, did I have a punishment in mind for her. It was one I'd only used a handful of times, if that. It was brutal, it was sexy and it was painful, but it taught a lesson in a way she'd never forget. I hadn't stopped thinking about her breathlessly confessing her addiction to me. While my addiction was one I was much more adept at hiding, I felt her pain. The need to do something that you didn't want to do, yet wholeheartedly wanted to do. Only another addict would be able to relate and understand what it felt like.
Grasping onto her inner thighs, I dug my nails into her flesh. She moaned and rolled her hips against me. It was clear that she was a pain slut. The crop didn’t break her, no matter how much muscle I put behind it. Even using my palm took a lot to finally get her into subspace. My own palm still burned from the effort I’d put behind her spanking. She was a masochist who perfectly matched my sadist. Her body begged for me to do my worst so that it could enjoy every second of the pain I gave it. She might not understand it, but I did. I was going to make damn sure she understood why we were the perfect pair. Her body called to mine on a level that words would never be able to express. Her response to me revealed just how perfectly we were matched.
It wasn't that I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to cause her pain. I wanted to control her. I found pleasure in the way her body enjoyed everything I did to it. She didn't scream out and crawl away from me like I was a freak. She bowed her back and pressed her hot pussy against me while begging for more. She needed what I could provide her with, she wanted what I yearned to do to her. I needed what she blessed me with, the control. That was what made it different than hurting her. It was something I desired to give her and something she wanted. If I had my way, and I’d do my damnedest to do it, she would never regret what we had and did. That was the difference.
My cock was beyond throbbing, begging. It straight up hurt with the need for release. Glancing around at the crowd we'd gathered, I knew that I couldn't give in just yet. While I had no problem with on lookers, there are somethings that are meant to be kept secret and special between a couple. The first time I got my dick in her would be just for us. I wanted it to be something both of us could recall with vivid details, an experience without any interruptions or outside noises taking away from it.
Reaching up, I released her wrists from their bonds before scooping her off the table. Instantly, her arms wrapped around my neck as her face dipped into it. I carried her off the stage without a word to anyone. The only person that mattered at that moment was in my arms. I needed to give her some much-deserved aftercare. Alone.
Once in my private room, I set her delicately down on the bed, her head on a pillow. Turning off the lights, I felt my way to the bed. Even with my painfully hard cock begging me to give in, I refused to have sex with her until I could see her beautiful eyes while filling her for the first time. Upon returning to the bed, I gently slipped the blindfold off before lying on the bed next to her nearly nude body. Pulling her close to me, her soft sigh of contentment let me know she’d more than enjoyed everything I’d done to her. After a short period of holding her to me, her delicate hands soothed up my chest, pushing up my shirt as they went.
Her lips pressed against my chest in a kiss at the same time she pressed her hips against mine. Reaching down, I tugged on the thin material still wrapped around one of her hips. I’d been so desperate to get at her pussy earlier I didn’t waste time tearing away both sides, but it was a completely different atmosphere with just the two of us. Dropping the tiny scrap of fabric off my side of the bed, I knew I would retrieve it after she left to add to my collection of her clothing left from our time together.
“Master…” Alix’s soft voice filled the darkness.
Leaning up on an elbow, I looked down at her through the veil of shadows cast over her face. They were thick enough that I couldn’t make out any distinct features, but I had looked at her enough to know exactly what she looked like.
“Please don’t leave me like this. I need you. I need to feel you.” Her palm grazed over my chest until she could pull my shirt over my head.
Even knowing it wasn’t a good idea, I helped her get it off. As soon as I settled back onto my elbow next to her, her hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me down with a surprising amount of strength to meet her lips in a heated kiss. Pulling back, I bit hard on her bottom lip. The coppery taste of blood met my taste buds. Running my tongue over her lip briefly, I savored her moan before leaning back on my elbow. "Naughty sub," I growled before reaching for her necklace.
Her hand grabbed mine before I could take it off. "What are you doing? I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"
"Just wait and see," I told her as I removed the pearl necklace and set it aside. Licking down her neck, I nipped playfully at her breasts and luscious pink nipples. Her moans had me moving farther down her body until I came to her pretty, damp pussy. A soft drag of my tongue up her slit showed me just how needy my Precious was. Using my fingers, I spread her lips to get better access to the swollen bud filled with nerves. With just the tip of my tongue, I traced design after design around the bud never touching it. The more I played, the louder she moaned and groaned. Her hips arched off the bed as she tried to direct me to where she needed me.
Continuing to torture her, I used one finger to slowly trace her slit and rim her opening. A smile slipped over my lips when both her hands grasped the back of my head, her nails digging in as she continued to try to force me to go where she wanted. Finally, I sucked her hard, tender bud into my mouth, flicking it repeatedly with my tongue. Just as she was about to come, I released it. Before she could fully calm, I dipped two fingers into her pussy. Curving them upward, I found the pea-sized pleasure center that hid there. As soon as my fingers pressed against it, her entire lower body lifted from the bed. Her thighs closed on my head, nearly suffocating me.
She was trying to ride my face, but I pulled my mouth off her and shook my head at her even as my fingers continued to tease her.
Again as she was about to come, I pulled my fingers from her. Her curses made a deep laugh slip out before I could stop it. She didn't mean any of them, I knew she didn't. It was the painful need to come that was controlling her. One that she needed to get used to ignoring and learn to live with.
Picking up the necklace, I threaded it around her clit. My thumb rested just below it with the strand of pearls running along either side of her beautiful, swollen clit. "Now, Precious, you will see why I gave you pearls, and why I am the only one that gets to touch them." I had many things that I wanted to do with the necklace, but first she had to learn that they were more than just a necklace or collar. Holding both sides of the strand in my other hand, I pulled one side. As the necklace slid around my thumb, the pearls bumped into her clit over and over as each slid by. Pulling on the other side had the same effect, but the necklace moved the other direction around her clit and my thumb. It only took a few tugs on the necklace before she was bucking against me, which made me stop. "You have to hold very still," I instructed her. As soon as she was quiet again, I moved the necklace from one side to the other.