“You’re so naughty, such a naughty girl. I don’t think you’ll ever learn.” He hauled me up, looking down at me masterfully, then kissed me long and hard so I tasted myself on his lips. He ran his rough hands over my bottom, squeezing and pinching it.
“You’ve already had one spanking tonight. You’re going to be sore.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry I came without permission.”
“I know you’re sorry, but my rules are very clear.”
I loved this man. He hauled me to the armoire and I stood beside him and watched him choose which instrument to punish me with. He chose the thick leather strap that really smarted.
“Over to the wall, Lucy. You know what to do.”
I went to the wall and put my hands on it, and rested my forehead against it. I thrust out my ass just the way he liked me to, and he tapped it lightly with the strap.
“Part your legs.” I did, but not very wide. He popped me then. “More. Don’t fuck around.” With a sharp yelp I parted them wider. “I’m sorry, Matthew!”
“Hush. Just stop dawdling, it annoys me. Spread your legs and stick your lovely little ass out to me. You know by now how this works.”
I did as he asked, my trembling legs spread wide, my ass ready to accept whatever punishment he wanted to mete out. That night, he was in a mood to beat me hard, and he landed some good ones that had me hopping up on my toes.
“Keep your legs spread. Stand still or I’ll add more strokes.” I whined because it was a really hard strapping, but I tried to resume the position he liked, that had me spread wide and open to him. My hands clenched into fists against the wall as I counted each stroke and struggled not to reach back.
“Don’t you dare take your hands off that wall,” he said. “If you cover yourself, you’ll be a very sorry girl.”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned. My ass was on fire. The leather strap was thick and it hurt like hell. I ended up getting an extra five for fidgeting. By the time he finished, I was wailing and tearful, but I was wet too, and ready for him.
Until he told me to do otherwise, I held the position. I wanted to press my legs together to ease the throbbing in my clit, but I didn’t dare, and he chuckled, knowing exactly what I felt.
“You horny little cum whore. You’re supposed to be feeling punished.”
“I do feel punished.”
He smacked my ass with the strap. “Don’t contradict me, Lucy. Watch your tone.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said with all the submissive deference I could muster in my current state of quivering lust.
He stood behind me, close behind me, and I waited for his instructions. I hoped they were the basely sexual kind.
“What do you want?” he asked.
I answered him honestly. “I want to come.”
“You like when I redden your naughty little bottom?”
My clit pulsed with each word he said.
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you? I bet you’d like me to plug your ass and then fuck you until you scream.”
All I could do by that point was make a little strangling sound. He crossed to the armoire and returned with some lube and a toy. He lubed my ass while I braced myself against the wall, trying to stand still. He pressed the toy against my tight hole and I felt it invade me. It was a big one, but by then I’d been well trained. I pressed back against it, opening to its girth. I let it slide into me, long and hard and thick. I may have moaned softly when he rubbed the small of my back.
“Good girl. I bet you love how that feels.”
He turned me, his big hands on my waist, and I looked up at him, my eyes glazed over with need. He smiled down at me as he lifted me, braced me against the wall, and settled me down on his cock.
I groaned in my throat from the wicked sensation, his huge cock filling me, rubbing against the toy in my ass. He pressed against me, pressed me right to the wall, and his hard chest and abs were like steel against my skin. I wrapped my legs around his hips and arched against him. He drove in me over and over, all the way to the hilt.
For a while, he held my hands behind my back, but at the end he let them go, and I wrapped them tightly around his neck. I was filled with him, filled with love for him, filled with thankfulness for his care and his mastery.
“Come for me, Lucy,” he urged me.
With a stifled cry of joy, I obeyed.
THE END
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About the Author
Annabel Joseph writes emotionally intense stories about the romance of dominance and submission. You can learn more about her books, read reviews, and find contact information at http://annabeljoseph.wordpress.com.
An Excerpt from
CLUB MEPHISTO by ANNABEL JOSEPH
Copyright 2010 Annabel Joseph
Publisher's Note
This book depicts "total power exchange" relationships that some readers may find objectionable. This work contains acts of objectification, orgasm denial and speech restriction, caging, anal play and double penetration, BDSM punishment and discipline, M/m/f, M/m, orgy and group sexual encounters, voyeurism, and limited circumstances of dubious consent. This work and its contents for the sole purpose of fantasy and enjoyment, and not meant to advance or typify any of the activities therein.
Please exercise caution in entering into or attempting to imitate any extreme BDSM
relationships.
Molly
Molly lay on the cot on a cool vinyl sheet, looking up at the slight, stern-faced woman above her. Ms. Bobo scared her. She felt one freezing cold hand on her thigh and braced herself.