Byron-4 (12 page)

“Good. And I know you understand how this works. I’m going to explain it again.

When you say your word, everything, no matter what we are doing, will stop. You’ll go home and nothing will be talked about. Then after thirty days, if you would like to return, we can try again. Understand? Now stand and come with me. You’ll need a safe word.”

“Daisies”

~CHAPTER 12~

Byron led her to his room and watched her. She never looked around, never even looked up from the floor. He knew what she was doing, waiting for him, for him to give her permission to look and to touch. He had hoped she would at least peek so that he could see her reaction. But he was also thrilled that she was such a good Sub. When she stood in the middle of the room, he smiled.

Her skirt was tiny, barely an inch below her pussy, and if she were to kneel down now, he was sure that he would see her ass. He suddenly wondered how much of her ass he had exposed when he had thrown her over his shoulder on the floor. Plenty, he would imagine. Her legs were bare and the “fuck me” boots she had on had four inch spiked heels. Her hair was pulled up into a braid that hung down her back in a thick plait. Her blouse, a see through white, was long sleeved and the cuffs hung over her hands. He had seen this trick before; it was so that the Dom couldn’t see his Sub clench her or his fists. Her bra was dark and from what he could tell, very little of it—no straps, and her nipples were hard above the bit of lace. The only thing he couldn’t see were her panties and he decided that was where he would start.

“Take off your panties, slave. And show me what you have beneath that skirt.”

“I don’t have panties on, master.” His cock was nearly strangled in his pants and he swore he would wear a permanent scar from the zipper. He reached down and rubbed the abused flesh and nearly came. Christ, he needed to fuck her.

“Pull your skirt up over your waist and take off your shirt.” She didn’t turn to him, but did what he wanted; her ass was still pink from when he had smacked her and he was suddenly glad she couldn’t see him. He grabbed the wall for support.

Her blouse was next. He could still see the marks on her fair skin, bruised but faded. The wounds, scabs really, on her thighs were dark but healing. He wanted to go and find the man responsible and beat him within an inch of his life.

“Taylor, are you all right? Do you have any pain? I don’t want to hurt you again.” He did want to cause her pain, but pleasure too. He watched as she stiffened and her chin nearly rose before she remembered her promise.

“Yes, master. I’m fine. I have a slight pain in my thigh from his...from the deeper hurt, but I’m fine.” Her voice was low and he could almost not hear her.

“Good. Come here and bow before me. I want you to remove my pants and suck my cock.”

She turned then and slowly walked toward him. Her shaved pussy was the first thing he saw. Her boots, black and tight, molded to her calves like a second skin. The heels were sinking into the carpet and she had to walk a little slower than her normal gait. When she was a foot away, she dropped to her knees and put her hands on his belt buckle.

He had never had a submissive like her. She was perfect in every way. She never looked at him, only spoke when spoken to, and she obeyed without question. He was slightly disappointed in that. He wanted her to be bad, wanted to spank her for her misstep, but then the night was still young.

When his belt was off his pants and coiled neatly beside his foot, he watched as she unbuttoned the button and lowered the zipper. He could feel the slight discharge from his cock, the pre-cum staining his pants. When Taylor had his pants down around his ankles, he put his hand on her head as he lifted first one then the other foot so that she could slide them off. Next came his boxer briefs.

His cock strained against the material and he knew she could see how hard he was.

When her small tongue came out and slid along her lips, he had to swallow a groan. She had never touched him, he realized. Even as she had pulled his briefs down, her fingers never grazed his skin. He was both excited and disappointed. When he held her head again to help her remove his briefs, he felt her warm breath on his thigh and tightened his grip on her hair. She was still holding onto his pants when she licked his cock, taking the stream of pre-cum into her mouth. When she closed her mouth over him and swirled her tongue over the head, he couldn’t hold back the growl that rumbled from his throat.

“Touch me. Hold my cock and balls tight,” he hissed at her. When her hand came up from the floor and wrapped around him, he pumped into her heat. Her other hand slid along his balls and grasped them tight, first one then the other. Her grip was tight, almost painful, and when she rolled his balls in her palm, he surged harder into her mouth and touched the back of her throat. Her moan moved along his shaft like a caress.

He could easily come right now. His balls were tight against his body and he could feel the tingle up his spine that told him just how close he really was. But he didn’t want to come in her this way. He wanted to feel her pussy clasp around him and milk him.

So with a great deal of effort, he pulled back from her mouth and hands.

“Stop. I want you to go over to the bench and receive your first punishment.” She hesitated for several seconds and he couldn’t blame her; need was racing over his skin like a living thing.

She walked over to the bench and waited for further instructions. She was standing there with just her skirt over her hips and her bra. The boots needed to stay, but the clothing had to go. He turned her around, unclasped the front closure of her bar, and let her breasts bounce free. There were magnificent.

Large and full, her breasts were as large as cantaloupes. Her nipples were nearly an inch long and as thick as his thumb. He wanted to see them clamped and he wanted to nibble on them, suckle them until she came. He moved to his cabinet and pulled out a drawer.

Byron had plenty of different types of rings, mostly cheap ones he only kept on hand to play, but he pulled out a pair of gold ones and brought them back to her. He pulled the first nipple into his mouth and he bit her, using his front teeth. He bit hard until she moaned

“So sweet, so delicious. I want to clamp these; I want to watch as they pink up and the blood rushes to them. I’m going to put those beautiful nipples in my clamps and make them ache for me.” He stepped in front of her then and she could see the gold clamps in his hand. “Have you ever worn these before? Has anyone ever tightened these nipples in something like this before?”

“Yes. But I didn’t like it. It wasn’t what I wanted. It was too painful.” He licked her left nipple and pulled the distended nipple into his mouth and bit it. She surged forward and tried to get him to take more. She didn’t touch him, pull him to her, but she wanted to. He could see her clenched fists.

“I’m going to tighten these down until you tell me stop. If you don’t like it, I’ll remove them. I want them tender and ready for me, all right?” She nodded.

He had the first ring on her nipple before she realized it, he thought. He had been squeezing her breast so tight and sucking on just the tip that he was sure that she didn’t notice that he had slipped it on. She looked down at it then up at him with a look of wonder on her lovely face. The dark gold against her skin looked good and he wanted her to touch it, but again, she didn’t move her hands.

“Turn around and bend over the bench and put your hands near the cuffs. I’m going to strap you here then I’m going to punish you.” He could hear his voice, the harsh sound of need.

The bench was about waist high. When a person was draped over it, as he wanted Taylor to be, he could fuck them as hard as he wanted. The legs were bolted to the floor and the hump itself was just firm enough to be supportive but also soft enough that it wouldn’t hurt. He moved to the front of her when she leaned over it and strapped her hands to the leather cuffs on the floor. Moving to the side, he widened her legs and buckled them into the cuffs at each leg of the bench, leaving her feet a good three feet apart. Grasping her hair, he pulled her head up and pushed his cock to her lips with his free hand. She opened her mouth immediately and took him in. He fucked her mouth hard and when he felt himself get close again, he pulled back. His head was spinning like a top. When he stood behind her, he could see her pussy and how wet she was.

His cock hurt and seemed to jerk every time he looked from her ass and the tight rosebud there to the glistening lips of her pussy opened for him. He walked to his cabinet before he gave in and fucked her now.

“You’ve been a bad girl, slave, and you know what I have to do to bad slaves, don’t you? I have to whip them. I’m going to whip you very hard.” He reached out and rubbed his finger through her cream and brought it up over her crack. She was tight and he wondered if she had ever been fucked there, but didn’t want to ask.

The first time the new flogger hit her flesh, she jerked. She whimpered slightly, but she didn’t scream. Good, this was going to be much more enjoyable than he had imagined. He wanted to touch her pussy again, but knew that if he did, he wouldn’t last much longer.

“You’ll not come unless I tell you to, slave. And I don’t want to hear another sound out of you. You make one noise and I’ll double this punishment, understand?”

“Yes, master. I cannot come unless you give me permission and I’m not to make a sound or you’ll double my punishment. I understand, master.” Byron ran the flogger along her ass and over and around each mound. He saw her jerk slightly, but she didn’t make a sound. When he brought the flogger down again, and again, he watched as the skin reddened and puckered. Moving his finger through her cream again, he brought it to the small wounds with his fingers and rubbed the area he had just abused. When he was finished, he pushed his finger back into her heat and fucked her with his finger.

She was so tight that he barely got one finger in as far as his knuckle. As he pumped into her, he brought the flogger down three more times over her ass and watched as those brightened too. His hand was soaked with her juices and there was a small trickle of it going down her thigh. He wanted to lean down and lap her clean, suck her until she came and then maybe he’d stop. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he was nearly at his limit of endurance. He stopped her punishment long before he thought he should, but if he continued, he was going to fuck her or come all over her. He unbuckled her from the restraints and when she stood, he pulled her back against his front and rubbed her wrist.

Looking around the room, he tried to decide which of his toys to use next and which one would show the most amount of her body, especially her pussy and ass. He decided on the hanger that hung from the back of the room.

He had found this device in France as well. It looked just like a coat hanger in that it was in the same shape. It was attached to an adjustable chain link that could be lowered or raised, depending on the height of his playmate and if he wanted them to touch the floor or not. He wanted Taylor to touch.

Moving her in front of him, he could feel her pulse start to pick up when she realized where he was headed. Lifting her left arm, he put it into the cuff on one corner and then did the same to the right. He turned her around so that she was looking at him and pulled her in for a kiss.

He devoured her. Her mouth moved under his assault like it was hungry. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and nipped hard on it. She moaned into his mouth and he felt her move closer to him without touching. The rings on her nipples slipped deliciously over his skin and made him shudder. He wanted her to wrap her legs around his hips and impale her over his hard cock. But he knew as well as she did that waiting, though hard, was half the excitement.

Pulling away from her mouth and body, he went to the cabinet again. She could see him there now, and he moved to his left so that she could see what he had and how many toys he had collected. Her hiss of breath made him smile. She approved. But when he pulled out his whip, she moved back as far as she could and jerked on the hanger.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Stop pulling before you hurt yourself. Listen to me, Taylor; I’m not going to hurt you. I swear.” He ran the long strips along her breasts and belly, never taking his eyes off of hers. “Feel the leather, the softness. I’m only going to tease you with it; I promise I won’t hurt you with it.” He continued to let the leather move over her skin, the thin strips wrapped gently over her clamped nipples. When he pulled the handle up and the leather moved over her shoulders, he reached down and took her hard nipple into his mouth.

All the while he ran the leather over her skin. When he moved to the other breast, he watched her face as he took the handle of his whip and moved it over her pussy. He knew that the clamps were making her nipples sensitive and needy. When he removed them, he was going to watch her face, see if she enjoyed them as much has he did having them there.

“You still have another punishment to go. I’m going to eat your pussy until I make you scream for release. But, slave, if you can go for thirty minutes of this punishment without screaming, I will give you a freebie, one to use anytime you want. Can you do that, slave? Can you not beg me for release for thirty minutes?” Without waiting for an answer, he dropped to his knees and pulled her leg up over his shoulder. She was soaking wet, her juices were running down her thighs, and he licked them clean. He slowly made way up her thigh and using his fingers, opened her nether lips up.

Her clit was stone hard and swollen. Christ, she looked delicious, and he wanted to feast on her for hours. But he knew that he would be lucky if he made it the thirty minutes he had given her. His cock was hurting, and he didn’t think he was going to last much longer. Using his tongue ring, he speared her opening and then closed his mouth over her clitoris. He wanted her to scream, wanted her to scream in the worst possible way.

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She was never going to make it. There were no clocks in this room, but she knew without a doubt that it was going to be the longest half hour of her life.