Not a joke.
I return to my suitcase full of toys and unpack a few more surprises then return. “Come off the bed for a minute.” I beckon to her, and she crawls toward me. I hold her elbow as she swivels her legs around to stand on her sexy heels. I sit on the bed and hold her between my legs. Her glorious tits are in my face, nipples pouting, begging to be tortured. I take one in my mouth and suck it to an even stiffer peak.
Kayla moans softly.
Sweet little slave.
I slide the flower plate over her nipple and tighten the screws, watching her face closely to judge when it’s enough. When she sucks in her breath and shifts on her two feet, I give her a second to see if she acclimates or whether I need to back off. She seems to, so I leave it and move onto the next nipple, first sucking it, rolling it around over my tongue, then fastening the plate over the top and tightening the clamps.
She whimpers a little, her belly shuddering in on a breath. I stroke my hands up and down her sides.
“Over my knee, blossom,” I intone quietly. I’m the type of dom who generally keeps his commands soft. The more trouble she’s in, the quieter I get. It keeps her straining to listen, to hear me, to please me.
She dives over my lap like a good girl. I take another mental picture because the sight is so fucking beautiful. The thigh-highs have tiny bows at the tops and a thick black seam that runs down the centers of her legs before it plummets into the high heels. They frame her bare ass perfectly. She shifts and squirms a little, arranging her breasts underneath her on the bed. I love the curve of her long slender back as it slopes down from my lap to the mattress.
I take my time, using the flat of my hand to warm her ass up. I relish the sting on my own palm as I deliver pain to her, which isn’t like me. I’m usually the guy who refrains from exerting himself too much in an interrogation. I stand back and watch Oleg, our enforcer, deliver the pain. Even with my first BDSM partners, I preferred distance from their bodies and the use of an implement. I’d bend them over a chair and use a long cane—maximum pain at minimal effort on my part.
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.
"Beautiful, blossom." I pull her off me and flip her on her belly. Her ass is still pink from the spanking I gave her and seeing my handprints gives me a surge of pleasure. I straddle her thighs and enter from behind, wrapping my hand loosely around the front of her throat.
I don't need long. Watching her come is the most powerful aphrodisiac there is. I’m ready to go off the moment I’m inside her. I tug her throat, making her arch her back or get choked.