Sex and the Stranger

‘I don’t understand.’ She frowned and twisted to look back at him over her shoulder.

‘Face the wall.’ He touched the back of her head. ‘And you will address me as sir during our little exploration. Is that clear?’

‘Y–yes, sir.’ She looked at the wall and shuddered.

‘Better, much better.’ He traced one hand slowly down the length of her spine then reached between her thighs and cupped her naked nether lips. ‘You’re already wet, girl.’

‘Yes, sir.’ She blushed at his words but there was no denying the truth. Her body hungered for something she couldn’t express. She was wet for a man she didn’t know, a stranger who hadn’t even told her his real name.

‘Good.’ He moved his hand from between her thighs and cupped her left ass cheek. It lifted away from her flesh briefly, only to be brought down against her bare backside in a stinging slap.

She cried out, arching onto her toes, her thighs already stretched by the manacles. It hurt but the sensation between her thighs was intense. Her inner walls clenched, her body arching, lifting and offering her bottom to him again.

‘Good, very good,’ he growled in pleasure. He brought his hand down twice more before shifting to her other ass cheek.

She sobbed for breath, her hips rolling with each blow. Her thighs clenched, muscles taut as she tried to lean into his touch. This was happening too fast but her body welcomed it and needed what he was doing to her. ‘More please, sir. More!’

‘Greedy slut.’ He laughed and stepped away, returning a moment later. ‘But more you shall have. I like to see a girl enjoying herself.’ He rubbed something over her backside. ‘This is a paddle. Let’s see if you like this the way you do my hand.’

Paddle? She tensed, remembering the paddle she’d seen in the other man’s hand. How could he think she’d be ready for this?

The paddle smacked against her ass, harder, deeper than a blow from a hand. She cried out, shaking her head, wanting to deny him but it was too late. A second blow landed, harder than the first. She struggled against the manacles, her body pressed tight against the frame. The third one tore a wild scream from her lips.

‘You can stop this with a single word.’ He smoothed the wooden paddle over her stinging backside. ‘You know that.’

She gulped, the pain easing to a deep warmth. Her pussy clenched, released and clenched again, seeking something, anything that would fill her. Her hips rolled now that he’d stopped using the paddle on her.

‘You’re horny. I can smell it. The scent of your pussy is everywhere.’ He eased the edge of the paddle between her thighs. ‘But this is only the beginning. There’s so much more to introduce you to, slut. Are you ready for more?’

‘Yes, sir.’ She sobbed the words out. ‘Please. I want more, sir.’ It was more than a want. A need. One that threatened to burn out of control.

‘Then more you shall have.’ He moved the paddle between her thighs until the edge touched her swollen nether lips. ‘As much as you can handle.’

And how much would that be?

The paddle moved swiftly, the edge slapping her pussy lips once, twice, three times, pulling soft hisses of pain from her. Then it was moved, down between her thighs, where Drake moved it, slapping the paddle from one inner thigh to the other and back again in rapid, sticking slaps.

She sobbed, twisting, moving with the blows. Blows that should have made her scream at him to stop, but she didn’t. She only screamed.

‘Do you want this to stop, girl?’ He tapped lightly between her thighs with the paddle.

‘No, sir. No I don’t. Please, don’t stop!’ Had she actually said that?

The paddle picked up the pace, slapping harder and faster between her thighs. The pain radiated up into her pussy, vibrating in time to the slaps of the paddle.

‘Are you sure?’ He leaned in close, nipping the back of her neck, the paddle never ceasing its tapping torment. ‘You screamed, little one. Screamed as if you were really in pain and afraid. Tell me to stop and I will.’

She whimpered, turning to look over her shoulder. ‘Please, don’t stop. I need more. I need …’ Oh God, what did she need? This was all happening too fast! Her hips rolled, dancing with the tap of the paddle. She needed him, needed something, something she didn’t dare name.

‘You need to be fucked, don’t you, slut?’

‘Yes, oh God, yes.’ She should have told him no. He didn’t need to know what was going through her mind and yet she’d answered without hesitation.

‘By me?’ He reached up, tangling his free hand in her hair.

‘Yes!’ Why hadn’t he gagged her? That way she wouldn’t be saying such things.

‘Then beg me to fuck you.’