Ella’s completely at my mercy. Her face is red and flushed, her hair a messy halo.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come,” I praise, my voice low.
“I’m going to blindfold you now,” I tell her before flipping her over, maneuvering her delicate weight in my hands with the spreader bar. Ella yelps in surprise. Her wrists are crossed now. The restraints are tighter. I slide a pillow under her belly, angling her how I want, then get up, leaving her alone. Until I return with the blindfold, carefully tying it into place.
“Z?” she says, her voice trembling.
“I’m here,” I reassure her.
I open the bottle of water left on the dresser, then open up a pill bottle next. The Viagra goes down with a sip. This session is going to last a long time, and I need to last with her.
“Repeat the three rules back to me,” I say.
She takes a deep breath. “I don’t leave your side unless you consent. I’ll never drink again, unless you give me the drink. And …”
“Keep going.”
“And I’ll tell you the moment I’m aware I’m triggered.”
“What else, Ella?”
“You’ll punish me however you see fit, for however long you want. Do I still have my safe word?”
“You’ll always have your safe word.”
I lean down and press a kiss to her lips. “Thank you,” she whispers.
Desire makes me harder. “You know I care for you, don’t you?”
Ella nods.
“Good. Remember that today, and tonight, while I fuck you like my personal whore.”
With every detail laid out and agreed to, I climb on the bed and position myself. Precum leaks from my cock and I use it to stroke myself. Ella speaks again. “Z?”
“Yes?”
“Do you … want me?” she questions.
I know what she’s asking. Do I want her more than just a game? As more than just a Dom/sub relationship?
I more than want you, Ella. I love you.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but Ella lifts her head and I lean down to kiss her lips, whispering to her that she should know just how much I want her. Every fucking moment of every day and night.
With my reassurance she rests her head against the pillow and I move beside Ella, readying myself for her punishment.
“You scared me, Ella. You left me alone and refused me.”
Her breath comes in ragged pants now. “I’m sorry,” she says.
“Twenty for that, my little jailbird. You’ll count.” I bring my palm down on her ass, over and over again. Each time I strike a different area, starting from her upper thigh and moving higher. She whimpers, biting down on her lower lip and cries out my name but doesn’t protest.
Ella counts each one and I don’t stop until her ass is red.
Then I move behind her and push my cock into her.
It takes everything in me not to come instantly as she pushes back, eager for that reprieve of stinging pain. “Please,” she begs me and I lean forward, kissing her neck as I fuck her ruthlessly. This is the part that’s fucking heaven.
I let her come twice before I move to her ass. I play with the plug, toying with her and listening to her moans. Her head thrashes from side to side and I know she’s close.
I grab the small bottle of lube, letting the cool liquid drizzle down her heated skin before replacing the plug with my cock.
Ella shudders as I take her tight hole inch by inch. The sight of her biting down on her lip to quiet her moans is enough that I lose myself. Coming doesn’t matter, though; I’m still hard as a rock for her. It’s impossible to hold myself back. She belongs to me and being buried in her is all I’ve wanted all day.
Her body is tense as I rock into her. Slowly at first, letting her adjust until finally I take her fully and fuck her ass mercilessly.
Another orgasm hits her as I spill myself into her again.
But I’m not finished.
Pulling out, I spank her again and again and again, making sure every inch of her ass is red, reminding her that she’s mine. Squeezing her reddened skin, I heighten the pain-pleasure threshold and then fuck her again.
For hours. Enjoying her however I fucking want.