I let out a shriek.
“What’s your safe word?” he asked.
“Bluebird,” I managed through gritted teeth.
“Do you need to use it?”
“No!”
“You sure?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sure.”
He rolled the wheel back and forth over my clit, making me jerk against my bonds. Growls erupted from my body, but then his tongue lapped gently at my tortured nub, and I felt tears well up in my eyes. The combination of rough play mixed with tenderness—that was what captured me, bound me to him. It wasn’t just about pleasure and pain. It was about the sweetness of the juxtapositions of mean and thoughtful, hateful and loving, giving and receiving. For a split second it was as if he’d opened the door to the deep, dark secret of the world. Then it was gone as fast as it came when he rolled that freaking instrument over my pussy again.
I howled, which got a washcloth shoved in my mouth, and just when I was about to utter a muffled safe word, he put his tongue to work again, licking and sucking me. The more he pleasured me, the more I forgot about the pain. All that was left was that ultrasensitive little bud and him. He pulled my clit into his lips, rolled me around in his mouth, released me, then licked me up and down again. Finally, using the tip of his tongue, he located my most sensitive button and made teeny circles around it until finally every muscle in my body tensed and I collapsed.
“Take a breath, but don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Sunday morning, I awakened to a tray of bacon and eggs as well as pancakes, served by my beloved Sir along with tall glasses of frothy mimosas.
I stretched like a cat, the corners of my mouth stretching wide across my face. “Breakfast in bed?” I asked. “You’ll spoil me.”
He tilted his head. “You’ve earned it this weekend, my dear. You’ve been quite the compliant submissive.”
That thrilled me. “I really want to please you, sir.”
“Well, you have. Now eat up your breakfast. I have many more things I want to do to you, and we’re running out of time.” He speared a bite of eggs on a fork and offered it to me.
“Yes, sir.” I sat up and, not bothering to cover myself, took the bite he fed me.
After we finished breakfast and he’d gotten rid of our room service tray, he asked me to lie on the bed spread-eagled again, but this time on my tummy.
I did as he asked, and I felt the fwap of several silky fingers landing on my skin. The impact made a light thud as it hit me. “What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s a flogger,” he said, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him wield it in a deliberate arching motion before its tails landed on my rear end.
“Awesome! I’ve wanted to know what those felt like. I kept seeing people use these online and I was dying to try one.”
“I know. And, while they aren’t as useful for cyber, I knew you would enjoy getting acquainted with this one.”
“What’s it made out of?”
“Leather. All right, enough talking, girl. Silence. I want you to focus on what I’m doing.”
As much as I hated to be shushed, he was right. I needed to focus my attention on the delicious blows he delivered to my arms, back, legs, and tush. The rhythm of his strokes mesmerized me, and when he was finished he almost had to wake me up again.
He rolled me over. “What did you think?”
Gazing up at him lazily, I managed, “I loved it.”
“Each swat triggered a pain receptor in your brain.”
“But it didn’t hurt that badly.”
“That’s because I made sure to straddle the line between pain that makes your brain say ‘Danger! Danger!’ and pain that barely gets the brain’s attention. The goal is to make your brain release endorphins. That’s what we want.”
I nodded, still feeling slightly out of it.
“My god, you are tempting,” he said, placing a hand between my legs to inspect my pussy. “Nice and wet. Such a good girl. You know, you haven’t had my cock the whole time we’ve been here.”
I stuck out my bottom lip. “I know.” Since we’d been in the hotel room, he’d made me come a dozen different ways, but he’d yet to actually fuck me with his cock. He’d shot his load down my throat, on my breasts, even on my face, but he still hadn’t given me what I wanted most.
“You’ve been such a good girl, maybe if you keep being good you’ll get it,” he said. Climbing on the bed on top of me, straddling my face with his hips, he shoved his cock between my lips. “Get it all nice and wet. Make it hard, bitch.”
His words had me wriggling with excitement underneath him. I opened my jaw as wide as I could and took him in my mouth. He plunged forward until the head of his cock nudged the back of my throat. I tried not to gag, and soon he pulled out and smacked my breasts with his erection before kneeling between my legs.
“Just a minute.” He got off the bed, rustled around in the bathroom, then I heard the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper opening. He returned to the bed, a predatory gleam in his eye and his cock sheathed in a rubber. My stomach tightened. This was it. I was finally going to have him inside me.
Shamelessly, I opened my legs wide, beckoning him with my wetness to enter my folds. He licked his lips and pushed my thighs apart as wide as they would go. Then he positioned himself between them and pushed the head of his cock inside me.
Immediately, I lifted my hips to take him deeper. He met my efforts and drove farther into me.
“Your cunt feels so fucking good,” he said, his voice husky.
“Yes, sir. Your cock… It feels incredible.”
He nodded, consumed with the sensations. I could see his control slip for a split second, but then he got it back and began to pound into me.
His technique was amazing, the way he paced his thrusts and hit my G-spot with each one, but I think it was feeling the heft of him on top of me that I liked most. The way he spread my thighs as his hips ground against my pussy. The way he grunted into my ear as his balls slapped my ass.
“Is this what you wanted?” he taunted me as he fucked me harder.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
“Then say it. Ask me. Beg for it.”
“Please, sir. I need you to fuck me. Please let me have your cock,” I pleaded.
Then he paused and I felt him slide something under my bottom, but I couldn’t see what it was.
The next time he pressed his cock inside me, I felt them. I knew those suckers so well, there was no mistaking them. The bastard had set a pair of forks underneath each of my butt cheeks so that each push brought an extra scrape and sting.
“Ouch!” I yipped.
He covered my mouth with a hand. “Quiet, you little bitch. Do you need me to gag you again?”
I shook my head and tried to squash my cries each time he plowed into me and those wretched forks bit into my ass.
He was right about the combination of pleasure and pain. Even though it hurt like the devil, I felt my arousal ratchet up a notch with each assault on my backside.
Just when I thought those forks would lead me to the Promised Land, he lifted my legs and hooked my ankles around his neck. This angle allowed him to dive even deeper into me, and every few thrusts I felt his cock bump my cervix. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time, and I felt I was drowning in a sea of pleasure and pain.
Balanced back on his knees, he reached out and grabbed my nipples between his fingers. First he squeezed and pinched them until they were hard as stone, then he pulled them high above me, as if attempting to lift me off the bed by my nipples. I cried out in a combination of agony and ecstasy, and he dialed it back to twisting them, all the while fucking my cunt like he owned it.
Soon I could feel him speeding up the pace, which told me he was close to his own orgasm.
“May I come, sir?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said in a strangled voice. “Come all over my cock. I want those fuck juices all over me, trickling down everywhere. Do it! Fucking come now!”
His commanding voice always did it for me. That trigger helped release all the tension that had been building inside me. One more stroke broke the dam in a gush of silken girl-cum.