But with Kayla, everything’s different.
In one of our late-night virtual sex sessions last week, she confessed she prefers to be over my lap. She likes to be close to me, even when I’m inflicting pain. That’s what this woman is all about.
She’s not a pain slut. She’s a pleaser. A service submissive.
Not what I thought I wanted, but now that she’s mine, I would never wish for anything different.
I stop when she starts to squeeze her ass and wiggle like it’s too much, then I stroke between her legs. She’s sopping wet, her folds swollen, her cunt open like a flower for me. I pry her ass cheeks apart and drop a dollop of lube onto her anus, loving the involuntary squeeze of muscles when it hits. I take a stainless steel buttplug and start working the tip into her ass.
"Don't ever lie to tell me what you think I want to hear you say,” I tell her. “I can't make good decisions as your dom when you do. I'm not good at reading your mind.”
"I disagree, sir," she says softly. "Respectfully."
Unbearably cute.
Her anus opens, and I slowly push the plug forward. She mewls when it gets to the widest part.
“Deep breath,” I advise. When she exhales, I push forward again, seating the plug. "Well, I don't know you inside out, yet. We're still learning each other, aren't we?" I pump the plug gently.
"Yes, sir." Her voice is shaky.
"You have to give me the facts, so I can make good decisions. If you’re not sure, you could just say I'm hungry, but I'd like to play first."
“I'm sorry,” she says.
“Mmm. I like you sorry,” I admit and resume spanking her, harder this time. The smacks on her ass jostle the plug, and she’s quickly gasping and moaning from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
When I’ve turned her ass a gorgeous shade of pink, I lift her to stand between my knees again.
Her eyes glisten with tears. Seeing them always delivers a powerful punch. My dick gets harder than stone, and at the same time, I need to comfort her. The fact that she accepts comfort from me never fails to leave me changed. Almost as cracked open as I leave her.
I cup her hot ass, massaging it roughly as I lean forward and kiss her flat belly. “Are those tears because I hurt you, or are you sad you’re being punished?”
She swallows. “Punished,” she murmurs, like she can only get the one word out.
I stroke my palm down her outer thigh. “I know, you’re a pleaser, blossom. You don’t like to get it wrong, do you?”
She shakes her head, looking even more distraught.
Something twists in my chest.
“Come here, little flower.” I pull her toward me, helping her to straddle my knees. She seems to like the closeness, leaning in to nuzzle my neck, putting those glorious tits in my face. I kiss the side of one and fiddle with the plug in her ass, rotating it, slowly pumping it.
Her breath rate increases, and she starts to moan softly at the stimulation. Soon she’s humping my lap, rubbing that wet cunt over the bulge of my erection.
Fuck. I’ve already had her once, but I’m ready to go again. I unzip my pants and pull my dick out again. I sink into her heat for a second time.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret, blossom.” I pull her over my cock in a slow undulation.
She pulls back to meet my gaze, to show me she’s listening.
“You can’t get it wrong with me.”
She blinks. The tears are long gone, replaced by a glassy sheen over her huge, blown pupils.
“Punishing you gives me pleasure, so I’m never disappointed. I don’t need you to obey me every time or to read my mind or get it right. I just need your surrender, which you give so beautifully.”
Her expression relaxes.
I slide backward on the bed and lie back, carrying her with me. “Ride me, blossom. Show me how you get yourself off.”
She braces her hands on my shoulders and arches her back, giving me a glorious view from below.
Snap: Mental picture #3.
Actually, this time it's a mental video clip. Of Kayla working herself into a frenzy over my dick. Of the sounds she makes, keening and desperate. Of the curve of her throat, the bounce of her tits. I release her nipples from the clamps, trying to time the pain she'll experience when the blood rushes back to them with her orgasm. It works. After a few seconds, she slows her hips. She holds her breasts and cries out, her back bowing, head falling back. She stops completely as her muscles spasm and tighten around my dick.
I don't come. I'm too caught up in capturing every nuance of Kayla’s orgasm for my mental movie. There's nothing more beautiful in the entire universe than watching her orgasm. I will go to my grave with the image of every single orgasm I gave her memorized. She exhibits total abandon, giving herself over completely to the pleasure. Sometimes she can't speak for long moments afterward, like her mind went so far it takes effort to bring it back.