"Get on your knees."
Kay had just pushed the front door closed when, startled by the sharp masculine command, her spine jerked straight. The surprise was followed by heat that puddled in her stomach before tricking down past her navel. She froze, hand poised on the doorknob, with the white panel of the door inches away from her nose.
For a moment, Kay listened to her heart pound in her ears and let her stomach twist itself into knots. When the silence continued, she turned slowly and deliberately to face the living room. She didn't see Conner, but couldn't make herself look around. She would have had trouble meeting his eyes even if he was standing two feet in front of her.
The tone of the command brooked no argument, exceptions, or failure to comply. It was said, and it was expected. Simple. The nervous queasiness in Kay's stomach flared hotter and moved lower. She realized she was holding her breath and tried to let it out gently.
"You make me repeat myself." Conner's voice was smoothly confident, but clearly displeased. "I said, get on your knees."
There was a rustling to her left as he rose from the chair just out of her line of vision. Kay quickly fastened her eyes on the floor.
"Or leave now. I'm done fighting you, Kay."
When she moved back to town a couple weeks ago, Kay had debated whether or not to call her old lover. In the end the allure was too strong to ignore and she shot him a text message, asking if he'd like to meet out for a beer. Instead he'd invited her to his house where they chatted and caught up. They had seen each other three times since then, always with sparks flying. The last time she'd been lucky to make it out with her clothes on.
Conner had warned her that their time together, if she chose to continue seeing him, would lead to a cliff, to a choice between only two outcomes, jump or turn-tail and go back. His one command was enough to tell her she was on the precipice looking down.
This was it. He was asking, demanding her surrender.
Kay's mind flicked involuntarily to the thought of someone, anyone, seeing her kneeling before a man to be used, to be owned. Far worse, someone seeing her supplication and knowing it was voluntarily. Her face flushed red. Her stomach flipped and flared. Her panties felt slick.
It was a lot harder when you couldn't pretend to fight it.
Conner would have known that. The sound of his footsteps told Kay he was walking toward her and, two very careful breaths later, he appeared in her peripheral vision. It didn't occur to her to wonder what he was thinking, gazing down at the nervous young woman standing two steps inside his house. His presence alone was enough to strum at the darker desires she kept hidden. She could feel his eyes on her. The pressure of his expectation was a chain of stones around her neck.
Time stretched. She'd be punished for waiting, but she couldn't make herself break the spell of the moment.
She had been his once, and together they had discovered the darker things in the shadows of their public selves. They had spent languorous years pushing boundaries, teasing open new taboos. It had been so organic. They had explored themselves together, sculpted their tastes from innocent necking to games of power and pleasure.
When other factors pushed them apart years ago, Kay had tried to find the same passion with new men. None of them measured up. They were so farcically inferior and the disappointment so bitter, she'd eventually stopped trying.
Into the lock-boxes went her darker needs. Into her secret caches went the leashes and ties, days spent naked, the begging, punishment, and humility. Her sex life was painted over with a dull patina of church-approved intercourse and began to dwindle. It turned into disparaging sessions of staring at the ceiling, waiting for the push-push-come sex to end. It hurt to give up so much, but life moved on; at twenty-five, she thought that part of her was sealed away forever.
Now with a single command he was asking her to dredge for those secrets, find them and open them up to be examined and exposed. He was asking her for the keys to all those dark places they had carved out together, the keys he used to hold.
Kay swallowed.
With them he would open her up, both in mind and body. He would take the coals of her passions and stoke a roaring fire. He would touch and lick her skin, ensnare her with his fingers and lips and leather, fill her with his cock and seed. He would make her beg, in pain and pleasure, humiliate her, tease her, or grant her mind-shattering orgasms all at his design. He would breathe life into her again.
All she had to do was kneel.
Now.
Kay sunk to her knees, as gracefully as she could manage on shaky legs, careful to keep her eyes on the floor. She had paused too long and she knew it. It was going to be hard enough to sit tomorrow without adding more punishment for meeting his eyes.
"Good girl," he murmured, stepping in and lifting a hand up to her hair to gently brush aside a stray. Kay cursed herself for flinching, and blamed the nerves. The warmth of his fingertips, the first contact with his skin, sent a jolt through her that almost melted her to the floor.
Delicately, as if cupping a moth, he lifted her chin. "I wouldn't have asked if I hadn't known you were ready."
Asked? she thought, but it seemed unwise to be pert.
"Pet," Conner tasted each phonetic element like a expensive scotch. He looked as good as she remembered, with Irish features below dark hair and broad shoulders. He smiled at her, gently, but there was a beast stirring awake in the tawny depths of his brown eyes. His eyebrows raised slightly, indicating a response was necessary.
Kay swallowed again. Conner's smile widened to include more teeth.
"Master." Only a whisper came out. It was so hard to say after all this time. Blood rushed into her face.
"Again. Audible this time."
"Master." A whimper. She wished she could look away, but he still held her chin in his palm.
"Louder."
"Master."
"Use your big girl voice." This time it was a warning.
"Master!" Kay cried out.
Conner bent forward and chastely kissed the outside of her lips. Something inside blossomed at that, leaving little room for fear. Her mouth parted hungrily but he pulled away after his tongue grazed her lower lip.
"Good girl. Do you still trust me to know what's best for you?"
"Yes."
Conner cocked his head to the side, and shot her a warning look.
"Do better."
The feral light in his eyes made Kay quickly bow her head, cowed.
"Yes Master, I trust you." And she did. The realization dazzled her, but then, this had never been just a scene for them. It wasn't about pain, fashion, or some twisted disgust for women. He would never hurt her too much, never draw blood, never refuse to stop. It was about trust and freedom, the delicious rush of pushing boundaries, and a fierce, wild pleasure.
Surprised at the peace she felt, she looked inside herself for the fear she had carried in with her and marveled to find it evaporated. She had handed over the keys.
There was such paradoxical freedom in submission.
Though no permission was given, Kay crawled forward a step and nuzzled her cheek into Conner's thigh. She would accept a punishment if necessary, but for now she was overwhelmed with the need to be near him. She pushed her face against the firm muscle under his jeans and snaked an arm around his leg. It was a gesture of total, contented submission. He reached down and ran his fingers through her short brown hair, sweetly caressing her forehead.
"Its good to have you back, pet." After five years, there was still love in his voice.
The bulge under his zipper confirmed there was lust as well; Kay couldn't help but a feel a twinge of satisfaction.
It was good to be back. So good, but Kay let her submission answer for her. The moment stretched until the fingers in her hair tightened into a fist, and pushed her back in a proper kneeling position.
"Now loose the jacket. It took you 15 seconds to obey a direct command. What do you think that means?"
She didn't have to guess. "It means I'll be punished." She looked down at the floor, that heat between her legs flaring.
"Good. How many do you deserve?"
"Fifteen," Kay responded weakly. The need was beginning to grow insistent and she fought back the urge to press her thighs together. A psychologist would probably have a field day.
"Clever pet." Conner chuckled lightly. He always knew. It made her ears burn. "Now go to the kitchen."
Out of a nervous curiosity, Kay tilted her head to look up at him. The beast in his eyes was fully awake now, feral and hungry. The set of Conner's jaw was a dare and as much as a warning. Insubordination would not be tolerated. Shucking her jacket with a distracted shrug, Kay felt a fist clench around her stomach, as need slithered around her in coils. Still kneeling in the doorway, Kay dared not hesitate. She rolled to her feet to stand.
"Not like that."
Knowing what he wanted, she closed her eyes at the indignity, and went down to all fours. One shuffle at a time, she crawled across the wooden floor while Conner watched her hips sway invitingly.
Kay wondered what he would see when he had taken her clothes from her, if each slide of her knee would reveal soft pink lips, slick with the result of her humiliation. She wondered if it would make him want to bend down and slip a finger into her eager pussy. She stopped beside the kitchen table.
Conner pulled a kitchen chair out to the middle of the tiled floor. Kay took a deep breath.
Conner reached down and caressed her face, before knotting his fingers in her hair and pulling her up. Kay scrambled to her feet at the sharp pain. The sight of him so close took her breath away. She didn't divert her eyes, couldn't have. The closeness of him, his chest, hands, face, was intoxicating. The longing in her was screaming in her blood and she leaned forward in the makings of a kiss, helpless to resist the pull of her body.
He had all the gravity of the earth itself and who was she to deny the laws of physics?
"Ask first," he warned, but his voice was nearly hoarse.
Kay leaned in until her lips were millimeters away from his ear. "Please," she begged, and meant it with every fiber of her being.
"Please what?"
"Please Master."
"Better. You have thirty seconds, pet."
"Thank you, Master," Kay purred, and then licked around his outer earlobe. With a flick of her tongue, she pulled his lower earlobe into her mouth. Conner growled deep in his throat, but leaned his head slightly to the side, giving her access to his throat.
She obliged him, leaving a trail of whisper-light kisses. When she made it down to the pocket where his neck met broad shoulders, she wrapped her hands around the back of his head and bit down, hard enough to surprise, grabbing the muscle briefly and letting it go. Leaving marks was cause for punishment. He reared at that and grabbed a fistful of brown hair, growling and pulling her mouth onto his.
Their mouths met and the kiss was brutal. Conner crushed their lips together and she pushed back as if eager to devour him. Their tongues pressed together, and retreated, only to come back like shy lovers a moment later. His arms slipped down to her shoulders and brought her body closer to him. She pushed against him, reveling in the familiarity of it, hating the layers of fabric that separated skin from skin.
They were both breathless when he broke the kiss. She felt like her skin would give off an electric shock if he touched her again. He looked like reigning in his inner beast had cost him.
Conner ran his fingers inside the waist of her jeans at the small of her back, dragging them around to her hips. His fingers felt wonderful, and she couldn't stop a small moan from escaping.
"Times up. Take these down."
Not off, of course. Kay took a deep breath, brought back to the punishment at hand. He would use her jeans to keep her legs trapped while she was over his knee. She couldn't make her hands move.
"Don't make me say it again, or it will be twenty."
Shaking, she undid the button and pulled down the zipper.
There. That wasn't so hard.
Then she tugged at the waistband, sliding the denim over the curve of her bottom. She watched Conner, feeling her face turn a new shade of scarlet, but his eyes stayed on the white skin being revealed. Under the jeans she wore a satin black thong which left the globes of her cheeks uncovered. She was grateful that it wouldn't show wet spots. Kay dragged the jeans down until they were just above knee level, and then stood straight and waited.
"Panties too."
Kay's hand went back to her trim waist and hooked fingers under the thin black strap of the thong. Teasingly slowly, she pulled them down to meet her jeans, hoping that her sopping wet sex didn't leave tell tale strings of moisture as the crotch of the panties pulled away.
Conner groaned quietly and looked her up and down. Kay stood, clothed, but with ass and pussy completely exposed to his appraising gaze. He moved behind her. Suddenly she felt his mouth on her ear. His breath sent a chill through her. Gently, he took her earlobe into his mouth.
Hands crept around to rest first on exposed hips before moving gently up her lower belly. Her body ached to be touched, and her skin felt on fire in the traces of his fingertips. Again she resisted the urge to squeeze her thighs together. Instead she held still and begged him to touch her body with supplication alone.
His mouth moved lower, to her neck, gently licking and biting the soft skin. Kay muffled a moan, and felt tension leave her as she slipped under the spell of his mouth and fingers. He sent his breath down her collarbone, and a chill brought out goosebumps on her arm.
Standing directly behind his pet, Conner used two fingers to apply a gentle pressure to Kay's back. She leaned forward. He ran the palm of his hand over the bare skin of her bottom, first one side, then the other. Kay felt her hips moving involuntarily under his hands, her body betraying its need. Suddenly she felt two fingers drag from her engorged clit, pressing between the slippery lips of her sex, over the opening at her core, past the puckered hole above, and out the cleft of her bottom. She gasped at the pleasure of it.
"God, you're wet." Conner's voice was thick with lust.
"Its your fault," Kay said with a smirk.
He let the remark slide. "Fetch me a taste, pet."
Kay reached down and pushed her middle finger between her swollen labia, coating it in her sticky juices. She would have loved to thrust or caress the tight bud at the top of her snatch, but didn't dare. She quickly pulled out her finger and held it up to Conner. He bent his head and put his mouth on her finger. She could feel his tongue swirling over her skin, cleaning the off the cum.
Conner murmured his approval. "Your turn."
Kay reached down again and pushed her wet finger deep in her own pussy. The frustration of not being able to stroke was making her stomach tighten and her hips thrust forward on their own volition. She pulled out her finger and brought it to her mouth.
"Good girl," Conner cooed. "How does it taste?"
Kay smiled at him, and used one of his old lines. "Like strawberries and butterscotch."
He barked a laugh at that, and spun her around so hard she landed in his arms. Threading his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, he bent down into another kiss, gentler than the last. Soft, even. She could taste herself on his tongue and it only excited her further. She moaned against his open mouth. The kiss hardened, deepened. And suddenly he was grabbing for her as she was grabbing for him, with the tide of passion threatening to overwhelm her. When the kiss broke, it only left her hungrier.
Conner reached down and barely touched her swollen sex. Just one touch and Kay felt her knees weaken.
"A pet obeys absolutely without hesitation." He said it like a proverb. "Say it."
She repeated the words, trying to focus enough to remain standing. Every flick of his fingers sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, from her pussy to her lower belly, all the way down to her knees.
"But a disobedient cunt needs to be punished. Say it." Again she repeated his words. When she got to the word "cunt" Conner pushed his thumb into Kay's swollen bud. She gasped and almost fell over.
"Since you hesitated, what does that make you?" Command snapped in his voice.
Kay couldn't think. She wanted that thumb on her clit to keep moving, to keep bringing her closer to relief. At her silence, he stopped cold.
"A disobedient cunt, Master," she blurted. She would have said anything to keep that thumb stroking her.
"A disobedient cunt that what?" Conner questioned, keeping his hands perfectly still on her pussy.
A disobedient cunt that...needs to be punished." She forced out the words and almost cried in relief when the thumb over her clit began to work in small circles. Kay swung her hips with his rhythm; her body was already screaming for release.
"Good girl." The hand pulled away. Kay couldn't stop the frustrated whimper. "Now bend over my lap with your hands on the floor," Conner ordered, moving to sit in the kitchen chair.
Kay did as she was told, feeling her sodden pussy gush at the thought. She laid herself down across his knees, with the soft white flesh of her bottom exposed and vulnerable. From this angle, she was sure her lower lips would be visible between her thighs. Conner ran his hands up and down the skin of her ass, tracing the cleft, dipping down towards the flash of pink hiding below.
"You'll count and thank me for each one, cunt."
"Yes, Master."
"Good," continued Conner, "Are you ready?" Kay nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak.
Conner brought his hand down with a ringing smack.
Kay grunted at the impact. Goddamn! Fifteen more of those and she really was going to have a hard time sitting down.
"What do you say?"
"One. Thank you, Master."
Crack!
"Two. Thank you, Master."
Crack! Crack!
After the fourth smack her ass was seriously smarting. She felt his hands rub at the warmed flesh. His fingers ran delicately over her flushing skin, caressing and dipping into the wet lips of her exposed snatch.
Kay could see herself in her mind's eye, bent over for punishment like a naughty child, with a flushed, pink bottom. It made her all the more desperate for his fingers on her clit, or pistoning in and out to to make her moan.
Crack! Crack!
"Six. Thank you, Master." Before she finished saying the words, he thrust two fingers deep into her.
She gasped in surprise and pleasure. He pumped his thick fingers in the eager passage, sending sharp, sweet bursts through her whole body. She couldn't keep herself from crying out, but bit her lip as a reminder to keep it down. When she managed to damper her cries to a guttural mewling, he only went harder, thundering in and out of her sex. Kay quickly gave up trying to keep quiet.
Conner landed three more blows in rapid succession. She didn't try to count them out. She doubted she would have been capable, with his fingers making her blood sing and the pain of her bottom worsening with every hit. Kay was sure you could see each pink hand print.
When she thought the pleasure had reached a plateau, his fingers curled around to hit her g-spot, pounding against the inner walls and the intensity skyrocketed. She bucked her hips in time with the thrusts. She couldn't think, she couldn't do anything but let him take her body.
"I'm going to cum, Master," she managed in warning.
"I know." He sounded smug. "Go ahead."
The pleasure reared, tilted, and came down in a tidal orgasm that sent thundering shocks through her. Another strike rained down. She grunted with the pain of impact and greedily sucked up enough air to force out a count.
"Ten. Thank you, Master!"
The orgasm only left her feeling hot, ready for more.
Suddenly the pressure inside her withdrew. She draped lay over Conner's knees, catching her breath in heaves.
"This is a punishment, cunt, so I'm not going to go easy on these last five. Tell me again what you are."
"A disobedient cunt who needs to be punished," Kay responded immediately. It was easier to be good lying prone over your Master's knee.
"Very good, cunt. You can thank me when you're finished."
Kay waited for the first blow and tried not to flinch when Conner's hand lifted from her backside.
Crack!
Kay cried out on the first strike, so sharp was the pain on her raw, red bottom. She tried to struggle away, but Conner grabbed her legs with his free arm and held her down tightly. He rubbed her tender skin for a moment, but when the rubbing ceased, Kay couldn't help but squirm. When his palm struck, she gasped in pain. Her ass was on fire!
She desperately wanted to protect herself with her hands, but without them supporting her, she would fall forward onto the floor. All she could do was wait, with ass and pussy exposed, for the next...
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Three more blows, each worse than the last finished up the punishment.
Conner's hands immediately went to her tender skin. He rubbed gently, and Kay was surprised how soothing his ministrations were. At his touch, Kay felt a second wave of desire uncurl in her depths. He darted in and out of the cleft of her thighs teasing her with shy fingers which brushed and caressed, but never lingered.
"What do you say, cunt?" he asked while he rubbed.
Kay had to clear her mind from the touch-induced trance enough to answer. If it wasn't for the need growing in the pit of her belly, she would have felt like a wet rag. That need was already nearing the inferno stage again.
"Thank you, Master, for punishing your disobedient cunt."
"Now get on your knees," he ordered. "And show me how grateful you are." Kay slid off to the side, and knelt at Conner's feet. Conner's hands went to his waist and unbuttoned his jeans.
The words were cold, but Kay opened her mouth eagerly, hungry to please him. As she leaned forward, her hands went to her own pants to pull them back over her tender bottom. Conner reached out and swatted them away.
"Oh no, I didn't give you permission to touch those, did I?"
"No, Master. I'm sorry"
"So now you lose them. All of them."
Scared by his strict tone, Kay hurried to comply with his orders. She kicked off her flats and wriggled out of the pant legs, pulling the panties off with the jeans. Her backside was far too sore to risk another infraction.
She threw her t-shirt over her head and hurried to unhook her black satin bra. It fell away to reveal full D-cups, despite her thin waist. Kay had often wondered why she hadn't gotten the same B-C as all the other girls her size, but there was no explaining genetics. At least they were lovely and round with nice-sized nipples.
Conner apparently liked them, since he reached down immediately to cup one of her naked breasts in his hand. He rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it stiffened for him.
Now completely nude, kneeling on the kitchen floor, Kay leaned in to take her Master in her mouth. Conner pulled his cock free of the his boxer briefs and its soft pink head glistened invitingly with pre-cum. Kay bent forward and swirled her tongue around the head.
The short groan from Conner was encouraging. She delicately ran her tongue along and around the exposed shaft. After a moment she withdrew her mouth only to slowly take the smooth head gently between soft, warm lips. Careful to keep her teeth covered, she swirled her tongue around, pulling up and sucking back down again.
It felt good to have him in her mouth, and she leaned forward to take him in her hands. Not that she intended to use her hands yet, she simply wanted to hold him in place to get the best angles with her mouth and tongue. After teasing, she began a steady rhythm of pulling and sucking, never letting the tip leave her lips.
Stroke by stroke she began to fit more of him into her mouth, moving steadily down the shaft. Finally she reached the base and pressed down until his cock hit the back of her throat. She bounced on his thickness once, twice, three times, and then slid wetly back up the shaft. After a few more long and slow pulls, she increased the tempo and almost laughed in delight when another moan escaped.
Conner's cock was rock hard now, so she kept the pace steady for a series of strokes. He was enjoying himself. Still she wished he had stripped off his pants to give her better access to his full length and to his sensitive testicles tucked infuriatingly away.
"That's enough, pet."
She groaned her disappointment and stole a few extra passes up and down his cock. Conner gathered her hair in his fist and pulled her away.
"Enough!"
Using the fistful of hair, he jerked her head back and exposed the delicate skin under her chin. Kay closed her eyes as Conner leaned over her and licked the jugular of her throat like a wolf and his prey. He kissed her once, there in that most vulnerable of places, and then nipped at the side of her neck.
"I think I want you to wear a leash," he growled. "Willful cunts wear leashes, don't they?"
With her head tilted back so far, Kay could only grunt.
"A shame I got rid of our old toys. A belt will have to do." Conner relaxed his hold on Kay's head enough to let her meet his eyes. "I should warn you though, that I've been very indulgent with you. I'm losing patience."
Released with a push, Kay had to catch herself on with her hands on the tile.
"Go fetch one of my belts, cunt."
This time she didn't even attempt to stand. Kay lifted herself onto her hands and knees and crawled out of the kitchen, excruciatingly aware of his eyes watching her leave.
Kay sauntered down the hallway to the master bedroom, and found what she was looking for in a thick black leather belt with a traditional metal buckle. She stood up to pull it from its hanger, trying not to look at the bed where she had spent so many nights. After looping the leather through the buckle to make a noose, Kay started out of the room. She'd drop down to her knees before she got back to the kitchen.
Two steps into the hallway, she looked up to see him leaning against the wall.
Shit.
Kneeling then would have been the smart thing to do, but instead she froze.
"I meant to..." she began, but her breath whooshed out before she could finish the sentence. In the blink of an eye, Conner had thrown her against the wall, pushed his knee between her thighs and pulled her wrists up in iron fists above her head.
Conner's breath was on her ear.
"Don't you dare move a muscle." His voice was whisper soft but cold enough to send fear skittering across her nerves. Kay squeezed her eyes shut at her own stupidly and willed herself to be perfectly still. The whole world went still, except for the rise and fall of her naked breasts.
In a deft twist, Conner shifted her wrists into the vice grip of a single fist. He wasn't taking any chances with her compliance. Deceptively sweet, his fingers lifted a strand of hair away from Kay's earlobe.
He leaned in and continued in that frightening whisper. "Has it been so long that you've forgotten how to obey your Master?"
She shuddered, but didn't dare speak without permission, not when she had pushed him so far.
His hand moved down the side of her neck to curl around her windpipe. He squeezed gently, but the gesture had more to do with control than any attempt to cut off her air supply. All animals have an instinctive need to protect their necks from danger. Forcing Kay to surrender that basic right of self-protection was a poignant assertion of power.
Fingernails scraped down the sides of neck, over her collar bone. Kay held back the desire to twist away from the slow, trailing pain. His hand moved down to her left breast and slid over a dusky nipple.
"Perhaps I should be more forgiving."
With a quick flick, Conner brought the nipple to attention, only to twist it sharply between his fingers. Kay cried out at the unexpected pain.
"But you know what I think, cunt?"
He cruelly seized the other nipple and twisted, sneering, "Your Master asked his cunt a question."
"Sorry, Master! No, Master!"
"Better." Conner flipped his hand around to run his fingernails gently around the plump side of Kay's breast.
"I think you're just testing the boundaries."
He leaned in again and kissed her mouth. "And I won't allow it."
Sudden pressure on her hips sent Kay flying around to face the wall. She threw her hands up to catch herself and landed with her nose just inches away from the white plaster.
Conner's fingertips traced down her back before he bent down to pick something up off the floor. A tinkling of metal told her she must have dropped the belt when he first slammed her against the wall.
Oh god, the belt.
"What are you?" he asked.
It took a moment, but the words came back to her.
"A disobedient cunt," she began, grateful she could hide her burning face in the wall, "who needs to be punished."
"Beg."
She swallowed hard. "Please, Master. Please punish me with the belt."
"'Me?'" The edge in his voice could have cut diamond.
"Your cunt," Kay corrected in a rush. "Please punish your cunt with the belt. Please teach your cunt to be obedient to her Master. Please..."
"How many?"
"Four, Master?"
"Six."
Butterflies sprang up into her throat and her pulse hammered in her ears. The belt was one of the more severe forms of punishment Conner had ever used with her, and it certainly wasn't just for show. There would be marks where it struck, though he had never left serious bruising or drawn blood. Kay pushed her forehead against the wall in defeat, bracing herself with the palms of her hands as she bent over. Maybe she had been pushing him; it had just been so long since she'd been with a man strong enough to stand up to her. In some ways it was relief that he was just an intolerant as he used to be.
"Thank you, Master, for punishing your cunt," she murmured in acceptance as she waited for the first strike.
Thwack!
The belt whistled as it came down, and when it struck her tender backside, she couldn't help it, Kay yelped and leaped forward. With nowhere to go but the wall, she hopped forward and squirmed.
There was no gentle rubbing this time to coax the pain away. One hand darted into the back of her hair while the arm holding the belt slipped around her waist and pulled her back into position.
"Don't fucking move."
Thwack!
The belt came down a second time. More prepared, Kay only grunted. On the third strike, her hands flew down in an involuntary attempt to protect her exposed skin.
"Hands up, or I'll tie them behind you."
Kay moved her hands back to the wall, but couldn't hold back a wordless plea.
The fourth strike brought tears to her eyes and Kay almost lost her footing. Her ass felt like it had gone past red to purple.
"Please...thank you, Master," she babbled. It was hard to think of anything except the searing of her skin.
She felt Conner's hands tighten roughly around her, as he spun her around in his arms.
"Thank you for punishing your cunt, Master," she mumbled, not daring to meet his eyes.
"Oh, you're not finished yet. Get down."
"Turn around," he ordered when Kay lowered herself to her knees, "And kiss the floor. I want that ass and little cunt up in the air."
Kay did as she was told, offering up her most secret of places. The coupling of shame and fear was excruciating and she felt her pussy flood all over again.
She gasped when Conner shoved a finger inside her.
"You're still wet, you dirty fucking slut," he marveled. "You just love this, don't you? I'll bet its been awhile since you've had to present yourself like this?" He began to trace her slit with his fingers. "Now finish the last two strokes yourself. Punish yourself, cunt."
Right then, she'd would have chosen the belt.
Obediently, she slipped an arm through her legs and tried to get the leverage she needed. It didn't seem likely. Her sex had begun to leak down her leg and it smeared on her arm and inner thigh, lewd and telling. He could probably see it glistening on her skin like a tattoo that read "SLUT."
Kay did her best to slap herself twice, absolutely mortified and getter wetter with each second she spent kissing the floor. As corporal punishment goes, it wasn't very effective, but then, there was more than one way to punish. Conner drove the lesson home with a light chuckle.
"Very good, now I want a show. Play with yourself, but don't you dare come."
As ordered, her fingers moved to the swollen pink flesh on display. She gently parted the lips and began to rub in long, slow strokes. Anything more direct would have ended in a shuddering orgasm. Her clitoris was begging to be touched and after just a moment she began to feel the pressure build. Forehead pressed against the wooden floor, she began to rub faster.
Conner watched for a moment. "Fuck yourself with your fingers."
Kay hurried to comply, pushing her first digit into her hungry snatch, trying not to moan as it slipped past the sensitive opening. She was so close! Kay squeezed her eyes shut and tried to remember to be careful.
"I said fingers with an 's,' cunt."
The Conner's authoritative tone, the lewdness of the position, the wicked thrill of masturbating for an audience sent yet another rush of shame through her. Kay slid a second finger inside herself. She pumped her hand as fast as she could at such a difficult angle, and rubbed her clitoris with her other hand. The pressure continued to build, the accompanying sensation becoming higher, sweeter. It felt so good.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Please...please may I come, Master?"
The slap that broke across her bottom shocked her.
"I have to correct you again?" he asked.
Kay's mind scrambled to find the reason, but the looming orgasm made her thoughts sluggish. "Your cunt, Master," she remembered. "Please, can your cunt come?" Oh she was close. Her fingers thrust in and out in rhythm with the circles she traced over her clit.
"Stop."
Whimpering like an animal, she tore her hands away, leaving her hungry pussy dripping with the need to be touched.
"Hands and knees," he ordered, watching as Kay tried to pull herself up on shaky arms. Her nerves were spun so tight she thought she might scream and burst into flames.
"Please..." she began, mumbling.
Conner's cock rammed up her pussy to the hilt and the words in her mouth were forced out in a throaty moan. The thickness of it plunged deep into her hot sex, stretching the tight muscles and shooting a painfully sweet mix of pleasure through her body. She writhed at the fullness, and immediately began thrusting back on his shaft. Each time the head hit her pussy walls another shock coursed through her.
Conner cupped her silt with a hand, and leaned in to whisper, "Come for me."
That was all it took. In a second she was lost to the rolling waves of a blinding orgasm. Kay couldn't see or think. All she could do was focus on the intense feeling radiating from her filled pussy. Kay could feel her sex clamping down on Conner, as the orgasm swept her away. When she came back to her senses, Conner had slowed to a steady pace.
Suddenly, knowing she was finished, he slammed in to the base and began a neck-breaking pace, ramming against her sex with each thrust. Each stroke ripped a cry from her throat. The flesh of her ass and his hips smacked furiously and the pain of it only ignited her.
Then he stopped.
Kay didn't have to be told to beg. "Oh god! Please Master, please," she cried. "Please shove your cock back in me. Please? Please let me feel you in my cunt."
The words were desperate, mindless.
"Please, master. Please put it back in me again!"
"No." The denial hurt like a blow. "First, you'll clean me off. If I decide you've done a good enough job, maybe I'll reconsider."
Given a glimmer of hope, Kay wheeled around and took him her mouth with a ravenous hunger, pulling and licking at the cock standing at full attention. She made sure she licked and sucked every last drop of her own sticky cum off of him skin, slurping when the suction slipped as her mouth dove down again and again. He lifted his hands to curl them in her hair, but let her continue the pace.
It wasn't long before Conner made a feral growling sound deep in his throat. He was close to loosing it.
She pulled and sucked with every muscle in her mouth, lifting her hands to cup his balls in time to feel them stiffen and retract. His cock hardened in her mouth. She didn't slow down.
"You really..." he broke off in a groan, "...are one of the best at that." Conner's voice was husky with lust. Kay flushed in pride as the hands in her hair tightened and pulled her up short. "Alright, you win. Go and get on the bed, pet." He sounded like he was bursting at the seams. "Now."
Without hesitation, Kay scurried to her feet, and launched herself into the bedroom, deciding he wouldn't want her to waste time with crawling.
"On your back." he called after her. "I want to see your face when you come again."
She dove to the pillows and threw herself on her back. Conner was right behind.
He plunged into her with all the reserve of a berserker, pinning her down with his body, driving his shaft in and out of her tight pussy. Kay's knees came up as she opened herself for him. He obliged her willingly, throwing his head back to her short moans of pleasure. The sex was hard and furious, as imprecise and wild as the relationship between them was strict and controlled, each stroke pushing her higher. When he began to make deep guttural sounds, Kay knew he was almost finished. She encouraged him with the muscles inside, clenching down on the out stroke.
His hands tighten around the back of her neck as the pleasure pushed her through the ceiling of her human senses. He thrust himself with abandon into her willing sex, owning her with the fullness of his cock. Kay's wetness and skin made smacking sounds in rhythm to her moans.
Conner announced his orgasm with the groaning a mountain makes during an earthquake, low and full of enough power to make her bones hum. In unison, she threw herself over the cliff of her own climax. Eons passed before her mind returned from somewhere more ethereal.
When Conner rolled off her, Kay was still too dazed to moved. He shimmied down the bed to gently kiss the curve of her lower belly, the nook below her hip bone. They bathed in the silence as the world spun and re-focused.
"I have to go," Kay finally whispered, because she did and didn't know what else to say. It was strange to be back in this bed, in this room after so much time. The familiarity was almost frightening. She had been right to miss it, and didn't know how she could stand to give it all up again.
"You have to come back."
Kay cocked an eyebrow and looked down at the man resting inches above the smooth white skin of her thighs. "Are you asking?"
He laughed lightly at that and kissed her hip again. "Never. I get better results with orders, and this..." Conner paused to sweep his eyes over Kay's naked body, "is just too much fun risk losing."
He heaved himself up into a sitting position. "You'll be here next Tuesday. Seven o'clock." The iron ring of command was back in his voice.
Kay crossed her arms playfully. "Oh I will, will I?"
Conner threw himself on top of her with and a fist twisted in the back of her hair before she had time to move. "Yes, pet. You will." His voice was hard, dangerous. "And this time you'll be wearing a skirt and heels."
Kay moaned in the back of her throat and said the only thing that was appropriate.
"Yes, Master."
God, it was going to be a long six days.
