His House of Submission (House of Submission 1)

I felt disconnected from the earth, floating happily inside my pain and submission.

‘Amazing,’ I sighed.

He kissed my neck.

‘Spread your legs as wide as you can, love.’

I was grateful of the hay bale to lean on or I would have fallen over. My legs were in no fit state to support my weight now. Jasper grabbed hold of my hips and slid in to the hilt without ceremony, holding me fast against the haystack so that my legs were prickled by straw. He began a hard, fast slamming, slapping into my burning bum, bringing his own extra heat and sting to proceedings.

‘Oh yes,’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘This wasn’t in the reference either but you can do it, can’t you? I’ll put that in your next one. Sarah might not be able to saddle a horse but she can take a good hard fucking. She can spread her legs and take it, even when her arse has been whipped.’

I shut my eyes and flew into space. The full force of my orgasm hit me a minute or so later, but I was too weak to do anything but let it take me, lying like a rag doll while Jasper pounded into me then filled my cunt with his spunk.

The front of his body moulded to the curve of my spine while he lay, spent, his face beside mine on the blanket.

‘Sarah,’ he whispered.

He had clasped his hands together in front of my face and I laid my chin on them and turned to meet him in a kiss.

We were both too tired to speak, but the kiss took what breath we had and turned it into something more eloquent than words. I sent him my love and he sent it back, by way of skin on skin and tongue against tongue.

‘Stay with me,’ he said softly, breaking apart.

I didn’t want to ask what he meant by that, in case it wasn’t what I wanted him to mean. I just shut my eyes and nodded and laid my cheek on the blanket again.

‘You make me cruel,’ he said. ‘You make me want to do the worst things to you.’

‘I know.’

He pulled out of me and sorted out his clothes then, somewhat to my horror, he reached down to pull up my jodhpurs.

Oh, they were far too tight and uncomfortable to wear now!

But he ignored my squirming legs and pulled them up my damp thighs, over the two cane strokes that lay upon them, and then set the subsiding heat in my bum right back up to the top of the dial by yanking them up high and tight over the welts.

‘Ow, oh, that’s too hot,’ I complained, shimmying my hips wildly.

‘I want you to feel it,’ he said, patting my bottom.

Between my legs, his semen trickled out of me, staining the material and demanding my attention. I was squishy and hot and damp and sore and incredibly turned on again. He pulled me up straight and fondled my breasts, my stiff little nipples telling him what he needed to know.

‘I can be as cruel as I like to you, can’t I?’ he said, biting my earlobe. ‘You love it. Now I’m going to be even crueller.’

He pinched my nipples, walked back to the horse and tacked it up properly this time.

‘Over here,’ he said, extending a hand.

‘I can’t ride it,’ I exclaimed. ‘Not now!’

The thought of sitting on that unforgiving leather, bobbing up and down in the saddle on my tender, smarting, bruised bottom was quite horrible. And yet fascinatingly irresistible.

‘You’ll do as you’re told, Sarah,’ he said, reaching for the whip again.

I trotted over, post-haste, and let him hand me up on to the ludicrously tall beast until I sat uncertainly on top of it.

‘Lean forward,’ he said, and I did, feeling my pussy lips and clit crush up against the saddle, soaked in spunk. Meanwhile, my arse was on fire, throbbing like fury. I wanted to come again.

‘I’ll take the rein,’ he said. ‘I’m just going to take you on a nice long walk around the estate. All you need to do is hold on.’