Wild Child

DAMIEN

It’s been two days, and I’m still counting my blessings. I still wake up in the middle of the night to stare down at her beside me, not quite believing that my luck has changed. She’s more than a textbook nymphomaniac; her penchant for pain, among other things, is just one of the things I love about her. But there are so many more things I can’t wait to explore. “Ready?”

I tugged her from the bed by her arm. “Where are we going?” Her body was listless, light when I lifted her in my arms and left the bedroom headed for the playroom that I had yet to introduce her to.

My heart raced uncontrollably the closer we got to that door as I wondered how she’d react. I should’ve known. I’d tapped into her mind after all during our many sessions and knew that she had a lot of the wild child in her. Where sex was concerned, she had no barriers, except for her thirst for monogamy.

She only wanted one man to fulfill her needs and had despaired of ever finding him. I’m going to prove to her in the next few days that she need look no further. In the past two days, I have no left her side.

I’d planned ahead and had closed the office for the last two days leading into the weekend, which starts tomorrow. I figured I’d need that much time to get her broken in.

I put her down on her feet once we cleared the door, and she reacted like a kid in a candy store. She was all but vibrating as she moved around the room, touching the different implements I keep here. The St. Andrew’s Cross seemed to hold the most fascination for her, though, and she ran her fingers along the wood and leather contraption with fascination.

“We won’t be using that today. Come here to me.” I walked over to the California king-sized bed covered in the red and black specialty made sheets with chains hanging from the four corners. “Most of the stuff in here is not for play. The St. Andrew’s cross, which you seem so fascinated with, is not a toy, and though some use it for sexual play, it serves a different purpose here.”

“What purpose is that?” She was still looking around the room in fascination. “It’s where I will punish you for any serious infractions, like the strappado over there on the opposite wall. Sometimes I might strap you into that and spread your legs at the ankles with the attached bar for hours. It’s painful, but not the kind of pain you can sustain for long periods of time.”

Her eyes widened, and she looked interested, she still didn’t get it, and I hope she never does. If things go as planned, I’ll never have to use any of the things I’d hidden away here on her, and we can use them just for play somewhere down the line, but knowing her as I do, I’m not holding out much hope for that either.

“This bed is the only place you’ll feel pleasure here; hop on.” It’s a little bit of the sadist in me that likes to surround this pleasure piece with implements of torture, but I know she’d like it because she’s just as sexually volatile as I am.

Once she was settled comfortably on the bed, I snapped her wrists into the cuffs that hung from chains with enough give for her to move them, then went to put her feet in the other two at the foot of the bed.

“Spread!” She opened her legs wide, her eyes locked on my cock that was now back to full hard. I climbed onto the bed between her thighs and stroked my length before her cock-hungry eyes. She was all but salivating now, her pussy hungry for the cream I’d spilled in her mouth.

I dipped my cockhead inside her as she looked down between us and teased her with slow deep strokes, pulling out after each stroke until she whined and begged for more cock. “Please, Damien…”

“Please, what? Tell me!”

“Fuck me with your big gorgeous cock.” She was all but cross-eyed now with need. I slammed into her pussy hard and held still until the scream died on her lips. Her body was arched off the bed as the pain between her legs settled and eased. She whimpered in her throat as her pussy pulsated around my cock.

“Look at me, Chelsea.” I waited for her lust, clouded eyes to reach mine. “Take what I give you when I give you. Do you understand?” She nodded her head, but I could see that she was about to hit fever pitch.

I gave her what she wanted, fucking into her harder, and she brought her hand down between her thighs to touch her clit. I picked up the pace, and she graduated to spanking the shit out of her pussy, too far gone to care.