“Does it hurt?” he asked.
Of course it hurt, but I knew he had to hear it. He wanted to hear me sob and beg, and it was so easy to give him that.
“Don’t anymore,” I shrieked. “Please!” My voice crackled with tears. “It stings so bad. Please don’t—oww!”
He held my thigh to one side and whacked my clit, not once, but three times in succession as I bawled for him to stop.
“You want me to stop?” he asked. I couldn’t answer because his arm was around my neck again, stealing my breath. I heard the bamboo spoon hit the floor, felt his hand against my ass undoing his jeans. My pussy was as wet as my tearful eyes. I felt the head of his cock at my pussy’s entrance and then he was surging inside me, driving to the hilt. He growled like an animal, emitting a grunt for each of my sobs.
I danced on my toes once again, this time trying to process the fullness of his possession on top of everything else. He let go of my neck, pinched my sore nipples, then replaced his headlock with a hand beneath my chin. My clit throbbed every time he pushed my head up. I wanted to hide against the post but he wouldn’t let me. I wanted to cower but he was in control, his other hand clamping over my pussy and clit. He pinched and worked my clit, pressing fingers against the sensitive nub to the point of pain. I bucked my hips, trying to escape his rough caresses, but he only fucked me harder and faster.
At some point my crying became whimpering, and my hips jerked forward as I worked my clit against his rough fingers. My feet hurt from hopping around, and my spine ached from arching and bending. He fucked me so hard he lifted me off the ground with each stroke, rattling the tether above me. When he grasped my neck and opened his teeth against my ear, my body came.
I say my body because the orgasm happened on its own, out of my control and out of my intention, and that made me cry hardest of all. It was the most conflicted, most powerful climax I’d ever had, an animalistic release. It was as if sex and arousal had exploded inside me, creating an orgiastic firework display, hot, shooting sparks driving me wild.
He must have come at the same time, while I was too out of it to notice. I felt him slump over me, his muscles going slack. His hand relaxed on my neck, then tightened again. My nipples and pussy still throbbed. My ass still hurt. I had tears in my hair and in my mouth, and my nose was running. When he pulled out of me, I tried to gather my sanity but my breath was still coming in short, panting bursts.
He held me against him, stroking my waist. “Are you okay? Look at me.”
I turned my head. His eyes were narrowed, and very intense.
“Are you okay?” he repeated. “Hold my gaze, Juliet. Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I managed to say. My voice sounded high and thin. “I’m just having all these feelings.”
“Breathe.” He tilted my head up, brushed away some tears, but they were replaced by others. “Deep breaths. Be still for a moment.”
“I c-came after all.”
“I know. Sometimes that happens.”
His hands moved down my body to stroke my thighs, massaging them, holding them open so I couldn’t try to squeeze out another orgasm, which I desperately wanted to do.
“Are we finished?” I asked. “Was that the end of our session?”
“Almost. I know your arms are hurting. Here.” He reached above me and released my hands from the cuffs. As soon as I was free, I had two impulses. One was to shove him aside so I could run away screaming. The other was to throw myself into his arms, and that was what I did. He held me, stroking my back. His pants were still open, his zipper cold amidst all the heat between us. He was so warm and solid, but he was still a Sir. He maintained a reserve, a steeliness that I’d seen many times, but never this way. After hugging and comforting me for a moment, he turned me back to face the post.
“Put your arms around it,” he said. “You’re allowed to flatten against it for support, if you’d like.” He paused. “You probably should.”
I did as he instructed, nestling the solid post between my punished breasts, pressing my pussy to the wood so he couldn’t hurt it anymore. While I watched over my shoulder, he did up his pants, shoving his cock inside, then picked up the thin dowel. I was glad he’d saved the flimsy, light implement for last, when my strength was pretty much gone.
“Put your feet together,” he prompted me. “Ass out. No matter what, you’re not to move. You’re not to let go of that post until I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to give you three things to think about for next time.” He paused. “If you want a next time. That’s going to be up to you.”
Did I want a next time? I hurt. I ached. My eyes burned from crying. But the sparks from my firecracker orgasm lingered, and I was still wet. His cum leaked out of me, trailing down the insides of my thighs.
“First thing…” I heard a whistle in the air, and then the impact. My legs buckled as a searing line of fire assailed my trembling ass cheeks.
“Oh my God,” I yelled. “Don’t!”
“First thing. Your body is mine once you hand it over. It’s mine to hurt and mine to fuck. Without your surrender, we have nothing.”
Nothing. No pain, no sex, no business together. This was his sexuality, and he needed everything or nothing. Oh shit, this was so intense. I wanted to beg him, plead with him not to hit me with the dowel again, but I knew he would, at least two more times.
“Posture,” he murmured, and I reached down inside myself and mustered the strength to straighten my knees and my spine. My arms curved around the post, clenching with a trembling grip.
“Second thing.” This stroke landed in a whistling burn across my ass, just above the still-throbbing first one. I’d been so stupid, so wrong. The thin dowel wasn’t the easiest implement. It was the hardest, which was why he’d saved it for last. It was fucking satanic, straight out of hell. “I want you to remember that the only reason your tight little asshole wasn’t punished tonight is because this was your first time. You can expect it next time. Make sure you’re ready.”
I coughed, almost choked. I’d never had anal, but I’d expected a kinky motherfucker like him to at least introduce a butt plug or two. But punishment? I squeezed my cheeks together, trying to protect that vulnerable orifice. Next time. When I clenched, it made the two dowel welts throb harder. Do you want a next time? Could you survive a next time?
“Last thing,” he said in his scary Dom voice.
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I couldn’t take it. I turned to face him, to protect my ass.
“Turn around,” he said.
“Please!”
My distress didn’t move him in the slightest. Gave him a sadistic thrill, maybe, but didn’t evoke pity. “Turn around,” he said quietly, “or you’ll leave this dungeon with ten lines instead of three.”
This was why people had safe words, to escape moments like this, moments they couldn’t bear.
But I could bear it. Not having a safe word meant I had to bear it, even if I didn’t like it. He guided me around, making me grasp the pole again. All the yummy, orgasmic sensation in my pussy had fled by now, replaced with trembling terror. He waited, and I knew what he was waiting for. I squeezed my eyes shut, leaking tears, and stuck out my ass.
Thwack.
Ah, God. Breathe, breathe, breathe. I gasped and sucked in a sob. This stroke landed at the bottom, just where I sat. My buttocks clenched and unclenched, trying to process the pain. I felt his palm against my heated skin, tracing, then pinching.
“Last thing,” he said, turning me around and taking me once again in his arms. “I learned a lot about you today.” He nudged my face upward, searching my eyes. “Maybe it’s all an act, or maybe it’s pure force of will, but I think you have some masochist in you. I was hoping you would.”
Chapter Thirteen: Fort
Her beautiful ass, with three perfectly spaced stripes across it…
I took a deep breath, reveling in her tears, noticing tiny silver flecks in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. I wanted to drink her in so I could remember everything.
Her cries, her shudders, her strength.
Her surrender.
And God, the way she clung to me now. I didn’t want to let go of her. I didn’t, not for a long time.
This wasn’t a good thing. It was very, very bad.