Bounce Down: 1st Quarter: Start of Play (5 page)

“
Open your
eyes. Don’t disobey me again!”

I wanted to say I was sorry but
I knew to speak would be disobeying as well. I forced myself to
look at him as he once again bent his head, this time sucking and
biting my other nipple. I couldn’t believe how intoxicating it was
being restrained, unable to stop him doing what he liked with my
body, whether it be pleasurable or painful.

When I could take the sweet
agony no longer he thankfully raised his head and crawling closer,
gripped my face with his hands. He held me firmly so I couldn’t
move my head as he whispered against my lips, “Do you want me to
kiss you here now?”

My voice sounded hoarse as I
begged, “Yes please, Sir.”

He forced my lips apart and as
he thrust his tongue deep, I vaguely wondered how it would feel
between my legs. The power of his savage assault momentarily
stunned me, before I was caught up in the passionate embrace and
returned his deep, mind-blowing kiss. I had never experienced a
kiss like that before. In fact, kiss was too mild a word for what
we were doing.

I felt light headed and
questioned how long I could go without breathing. Brendon must have
also reached his limit, as he soon broke contact and hauled in a
ragged breath. I stared into his eyes and noticed their colour had
changed to a darker blue, almost like the ocean.

I had enough time to take
another breath before he claimed my mouth once more. I knew my lips
would be bruised and swollen, but I didn’t care. I wanted to savour
whatever attention he chose to give me.

Eventually he relented and
resting his forehead against mine, closed his eyes as he took
another breath. My own breathing was shallow and rapid, like I had
been running. On opening his eyes he held my gaze for a long
moment, as though he was contemplating his next move.

The last thing I expected him
to do was to leave me. He got to his feet and picked up my homework
sheets. I watched as he leafed through them, before stopping and
studying one particular page. I could only imagine which one it
was.

He turned to face me and then
slowly, deliberately began to undo the buttons of his shirt. I
watched fascinated as he peeled it off, revealing a snug-fitting
white T-shirt; the material clung to his abs. He was so hot! Up to
this point I had been disappointed because, apart from his bare
feet, he had been fully clothed while I was almost naked.

My mouth began to water in
anticipation of seeing his broad chest. But instead of continuing
to undress, he reached into a drawer and withdrew a small whip, a
flogger I think; even though I had never seen one before.

He sat on the bed next to me
and held it up. “You answered maybe to this. I want to show you the
flogger can deliver pleasure or pain. Do you want me to use this on
you now?”

I took a deep breath, held it
for a moment and released it. “Maybe, Sir.”

He gave me a half smile and
again reached behind me, expertly undoing my bra with one hand. He
leaned over me and gently trailed the leather strands lightly over
my bare breasts. Already sensitised from his prior ministrations,
my nipples once again stood to attention and by his satisfied
expression, this pleased him.

He continued to drag the strips
up and down my body, until eventually they came to rest just above
my black lace knickers. He glanced at my underwear and raised his
eyebrows. “I think these are in the way.”

Within
moments all I was wearing were my shoes. Now I
was
the only naked person in the
room. I would have felt less embarrassed if he had removed his
clothing. He was so different to my previous partners, who
generally had their gear off from the word go.

“
Spread your
legs for me.”

If I was embarrassed before, it
was nothing to how I was now feeling. It was as though my whole
body felt flooded with heat. This was way different than when we
were in the car. While I was not some blushing-virgin, the current
circumstances made me feel vulnerable, more so than I had ever felt
in all my past sexual encounters. I did not think I could do this,
not under his penetrating glare.

“
I’m waiting,
Suzanna.”

I was like a deer caught in the
headlights, I couldn’t move!

Impatiently he grabbed my upper
thighs and pushed them apart. I gasped at his aggressive act and he
gave me a warning look that stopped me from complaining.

He picked up the flogger and
stood at the foot of the bed. I tried to remain calm, bracing
myself for the pain. I really wanted to close my eyes, I didn’t
want to watch but closing my eyes was forbidden. It took all my
effort to keep my legs open. I flinched as I saw him raise his arm.
With a smug grin he slowly lowered the flogger to my stomach and
gradually dragged it down until it was between my legs. He
continued to move it up and down, over my belly, my thighs, my
sex.

I had been
expecting pain, not this sweet torture.
Oh, this was heaven!
The feel of the
leather touching my aching bud was enthralling. I couldn’t help
thinking how many sensations I had never experienced before and
wondered how many more he could evoke.

Eventually I became so aroused
I could not prevent a moaning, “Yes,” escape my lips.

“
Yes
what?”

Oh no, I had forgotten not one,
but two rules.

“
Yes,
Sir.”

He dropped the whip and pinned
me with an intense regard, the one I found hard to resist. “Do you
want me to fuck you now?” His voice sounded husky, almost
guttural.

Why did he finish all his
questions with now; kiss you now, whip you now, fuck you now? I
didn’t need time to consider my answer; I wanted him like I had
never wanted anyone before.

“
Yes, I want
you to fuck me now, Sir.”

He frowned at my answer which I
didn’t initially understand. “I don’t want you to swear. Even if I
do, it doesn’t mean you can.” He paused, as if to emphasis his
meaning, before he added, “If I ever hear you swear again, you’ll
be over my knee so fast your head will spin, got it?”

“
Yes, Sir.” I
would definitely remember that one; don’t swear when he was
around.

“
Turn
over.”

“
But my
hands...?”

“
Do
it!”

With some effort, I manoeuvred
myself so I was resting on my forearms with my legs straight and
feet together.

“
Get on your
knees with your legs apart!”

The arousal I was feeling
spiked when told to get into my favourite position. I obediently
drew my legs up to a kneeling position while still resting on my
forearms, due to my hands being restrained. This effectively left
my hips and buttocks raised.

Well at least I could now close
my eyes without him noticing.

His hand delivered a stinging
blow to my right check. I flinched at the unexpected slap, but
surprised myself that I didn’t cry out.

“
When I tell
you to do something you comply immediately, not question my
instructions.” He spanked me with continuous steady strokes as he
spoke. “Do you understand?”

“
Yes, Sir,” I
hissed, as I tried to absorb the pain without complaint. Far out,
all I could think about was the next blow; not too sure how much
more physical punishment I could endure.
Maybe I wasn’t cut out for this after all?
I could use one of my safe words, yellow maybe,
but no, it would only delay things and I could imagine how
disappointed he would be if I said red. Fuck, I was going to have
to grin and bear it.

Without warning, he turned his
attention to the other cheek, smacking me as he explained, “And
this is for speaking out of turn and forgetting to address me as
Sir.”

Boy, was it
my imagination or were they getting harder?
Several more hard swats landed on my left cheek as I felt
tears forming from the pain and because I felt
humiliated.

Then thankfully, instead of
hitting me he began to rub my tender cheeks. It was gentle and
soothing but I couldn’t help tensing my body, waiting for the
pleasure to again turn to pain.

His voice was low and sexy.
“Did you like it when I massaged you here with the flogger?”

As he said
the word ‘
here’
he inserted a finger inside me. I inhaled sharply at the jolt
of desire it gave me.
How much longer
could I hold out?
I belatedly recalled he
had asked a question and I was required to answer.

“
Yes... I...
liked... it... Sir.” My words were punctuated by the little breaths
I took as he continued to finger me. It was so exciting having him
pleasure me like this. If he kept this up I would be coming all
over his hand.

All too soon he withdrew his
digit, leaving me hanging, wanting more.

“
Suzanna,
tell me why you didn’t want to open your legs for me.”

I hated to admit the truth but
was now glad he could not see my face. “I was embarrassed…
Sir.”

I heard him move and then he
was next to me, grasping my chin and turning my head towards
him.

“
Why would
you be embarrassed? Your body is more exposed in this position;
you’re not embarrassed now, are you?”

“
Maybe,
Sir.”

“
Don’t worry;
you will soon learn that when we are together, your body belongs to
me.”

He moved back
out of my line of vision, presumably to once more stand at the end
of the bed.
What was he planning
next?
In the short time we had been in his
room he had really taken charge, both giving orders and instructing
me every step of the way.

Anticipating the flogger, I was
surprised as he again gently rubbed my sore bottom. He then gripped
my hips and plunged deeply inside me. I gasped at the vigour of his
initial thrust. He was big and even though I was more than ready, I
still felt myself being stretched to the limit.

That was another first for me,
my previous conquests had always been considerate enough to ease
into me slowly, before then picking up the pace. Surprisingly
though, he savage invasion turned me on, to the point that a deep
feeling of fulfilment came over me as he continued to relentlessly
pound into me with a force that had me gasping for breath. It was
not long before I moaned and my body started to quiver.

“
That’s
right, come for me baby.”

Oh god, his words tipped me
over the edge and I climaxed, on command. At the crest of my
ecstasy I felt a biting pain on my upper thigh, followed by another
in quick succession and knew he had used the flogger. I felt him
stiffen and then he grunted as, still holding me firmly in place,
he took his own release.

Damn, he was good! Despite the
pain, or maybe because of it, I had never experienced such an
intense orgasm before.

It seemed like a long time had
passed before I was lucid again. I had fallen forward and he was
half lying on me. With my hands still bound, I was unable to move.
I tried to turn my head to see him and we came face to face, nose
to nose.

He gave me a sweet
boy-next-door smile, even though we both knew he was anything but.
He eased up so he was leaning on his elbow to reach over to untie
me. Then he was up and pulling me into a sitting position beside
him.

“
You are an
amazing woman, Suzanna.”

Finally able to look at him, I
was sorry to see he was still wearing his clothes, with only his
jeans open at the front. My disappointment must have shown on my
face. “What’s wrong?”

I lowered my eyes as I spoke
what was on my mind. “I didn’t even get to see your chest.” I knew
it was a childish thing to say but it was how I felt, like a child
who had missed out on a treat.

Oh no, I
forgot to say Sir again.
I peered up
hesitantly. The last thing I expected to see was him grinning. “If
that’s all you’re upset about, then here.” He stripped off his
T-shirt, revealing his muscular upper body which was beaded with
perspiration. Wow, he looked sexy.

He let me drink in his bare
chest a little longer before he rose and pulled me to my feet. As I
was a little unsteady in my high heels, he held onto me until I
regained my balance. He bent to pick up my discarded dress and
underwear, before steering me through the door. He ushered me
towards the white bathroom, where he handed over my clothes.

“
Have a
shower. You should find whatever you need to freshen up. I will see
you downstairs.”

“
Aren’t
you...?” I stopped mid-sentence, as I already knew the answer. He
was not going to join me in the shower.

He completely ignored my
question, instead merely repeated, “I will see you downstairs,” and
left without a backward glance.

Later, as I made my way along
the corridor, many questions whirled around in my head. Did he
always wear clothes during sex, why couldn’t I take my shoes off,
why the separate showers afterwards and would he still discipline
me if I did everything right? The last one was uppermost in my mind
as I descended the stairs to see him on the lounge, looking
resplendent and relaxed.

He smiled and patted the spot
next to him, indicating for me to sit. He gave me a knowing look as
I gingerly sat down on my still tender flesh. Once again in close
proximity to him I felt shy, even considering what we had just
experienced together.