She tried to slow her breathing, relaxing into his touch as he dipped his fingers between her legs and slowly pushed two inside her.
“Oh, love, you are eager to give yourself to me today, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Part of me wants to fuck you right now, and part of me wants to turn that sweet, pretty pale ass red first. Decisions, decisions.”
Cris had always used a safeword with her, but she’d never needed it. He’d always stopped long before she wanted him to, even though she knew she didn’t come close to tolerating the level of pain he took from Landry.
His hand gently swatted her ass, not even enough to sting. “I think I’d like to spend all afternoon playing and fucking you, baby. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Master.”
She felt his fingers on the collar. “Where did this come from?”
“It’s the one Ross put on me.”
She felt him unbuckle and remove it. Then he kissed the nape of her neck. “If any collars ever go around your neck, they’ll be placed there by me.” The rumbling tone of his voice melted what few solid places remained inside her body.
For the first time, she gave serious thought to begging him to collar her.
She felt his lips on her ass, then he bit her, harder than he normally did but then again, he wasn’t worried if he left a mark there. She suspected that was his point. She moaned, squirming, wishing she’d opted to beg to go straight to the fucking portion of the afternoon.
He bit her other cheek, equally hard, almost enough to draw a gasp of pain from her. Then he rubbed the marks with his hands. “Oh, love. That looks beautiful.” She sensed him sit on the floor behind her and he alternated biting her with licking her pussy, until she begged and squirmed and cried from need and pleasant pain flowing through her. She wanted subspace with him, dammit, and he wasn’t quite putting her over the edge.
“I normally don’t do this, but I have to say this because I love you. You know how I play. Are you willing to let me take anything from you I wish to have while you are bent over this bench and under my control?”
Her stomach fluttered. “Yes, Master.”
“This is my rule. Don’t agree to it if you aren’t prepared for the circumstances. I will not stop until I feel the need to stop. This is your only chance to decline and I’ll free you and take you to bed and fuck your brains out right now.”
It was sooo tempting, but with her adrenaline cranking, she didn’t want to give this up. “I’m yours for today, Master. To play with any way you want. As long as it’s only you.”
His hands stroked her again. “Of course it’s only me.” He flicked his tongue over her clit, making her jump but not getting her off. “Very well, love. I will play with you, and I will totally own you.”
He disappeared for a moment and she heard him rummage through the toy cabinet. She couldn’t tell from the sound what he picked up, but he returned and rubbed her ass with his hands. “Are you truly ready for me, love?”
“Yes, Master.”
He swatted her ass barehanded, quickly picking up the speed and force after a few minutes until he was giving her a hard spanking, even harder than Cris had ever given her. Her tears flowed as she twisted against his hand, crying but feeling her climb resume in altitude until the endorphins kicked in and she knew she’d tipped.
If he’d keep her there, even for only a few minutes, she’d let him do whatever the hell he wanted.
He gave no quarter, spanking her until her flesh stung and felt hot and she knew if she looked in a mirror it would not only be bright red, but the clear imprint of his hand would be readily visible along with the bite marks no doubt already turning interesting shades of purple.
When he let up she gasped for breath, her face wet with tears and yet desperate for release.
“You’re beautiful, love,” he said, his tone deeper than normal but even in subspace she recognized he wasn’t giving it his all yet.
“Don’t hold back,” she gasped. “Please.”
His hand caressed her ass. “I won’t.” Then she felt something cool and wet against her rim and realized he’d drizzled lube over her.
She dimly understood what he meant to do and part of her wanted to kick and fight against him.
Part of her wanted to beg him to do it.
“I haven’t had you here yet. It’s my right to take you here, no?” He slowly probed her virgin rosebud with one gentle finger, taking his time until she moaned and twisted against his hand and begged for more. He used two, then a third. When he slipped fingers from his other hand into her pussy, she wanted to explode but he anticipated this.
“Do not come,” he ordered. “I haven’t given you permission to do that.” All his fingers disappeared and she whined, disappointed. Something else pressed against her rim then. “Push.”
She gasped, crying out as the butt plug slid home inside her ass with a burning pinch as her muscles struggled to accept it until he’d seated it all the way inside her. “Oh, god! No, it’s too big, take it out!”
“No. You can handle it. It stays until I’m ready to remove it and fuck you. I don’t want to injure you. I need you ready because I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and claim this sweet virgin ass.”
Fingers returned to her clit and within seconds he’d turned the pain into a deeply burning pleasure she struggled not to let overwhelm her.
“That’s better, now, isn’t it, baby?” he said. “You just needed me to play with your clit and make it feel good again, didn’t you?”
She whined, beyond coherent speech.
He slapped her ass. Not gently, either, but a hard, stinging slap that made her cry out. “Answer me, baby. You needed me to play with your clit, didn’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master!”
“Very good,” he cooed. “That’s my good girl.”
Tilly lost track of time as he used the floggers on her, then the riding crop. He kept her hovering at the brink of release, refusing to let her climax, her pain and passion fueling her frenzy. If this kept up she’d agree to almost anything if he’d just let her come.
All activity stopped. She moaned and squirmed, the butt plug still inside her, her ass hot and stinging from the riding crop and his spanking. Apparently he’d fetched something else, because she heard the toy cabinet open and close before she heard him unzip his pants and he tugged the butt plug loose. Almost immediately, he pressed his thick knob against her rim.
“Beg me for it, baby.”
She’d beg for anything at this point. “Please, please fuck my ass!”
“That wasn’t the right way to ask. You know better. Ask me the right way.”
Her mind raced. Wasn’t right? It hit her. “Master, please! Master, fuck my ass!”
“Oh, baby, that’s so good.” She heard something click on with a hum and didn’t have time to process the source. He deeply thrust his lubed cock home inside her before he reached under her and pressed the vibrator against her clit. “Come for me right now, baby.”
She screamed as her body arched off the bench and strained against her restraints, waves of pleasure washing over her. He fucked her hard, holding the vibrator tightly against her until she sobbed and squirmed and tried to get away from it. “Come again, now!” he ordered.
She vaguely realized at some point he’d switched to French and had been speaking it for a while. Her body responded, bucking against him as he fucked her and kept her coming with the vibrator. Three orgasms later, he ordered her to beg him to stop making her come before he’d turn off the vibrator. Then he grabbed her hips and thrust, his balls slapping against her ass with each stroke, the pleasure churning back to an erotic burn as his cock plunged inside her.