Deep in the Woods (22 page)

“No Sir,” she replied, shifting from foot to foot. Very nice. Trying to distract him with her cute proffered ass. Well, it was working. His cock was already growing hard and he hadn’t even commenced the punishment yet. He finished choosing his instruments and went back to the bed. He laid them out in a line in front of Sophie’s face. Cuffs. Thigh straps. Nipple clamps. Lube. Anal plug. Crop. Wooden Spoon. Cane.

Her audible gulp had him stifling a smile. “You wanted a session, Sophie. Ten with each and then a thorough fucking. That should teach you a lesson.”

“Y-yes Sir,” she stammered, her eyes wide.

“Stand up.” He reached for the last item he’d shoved in his pocket as she straightened and faced him. “Sophie, you remember the first time I made love to you?”

“Yes. Oh yes, Sir.”

“What do you remember about it?”

She bit her lip for just a moment. “I was really nervous.”

“Yes. What else?”

“You made me come. You felt so perfect when you came inside me and filled me up. It was amazing.”

He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Yes, sweet girl, it was amazing. But what else do you remember? What do you remember seeing?”

She smiled, understanding. “Nothing. It was dark.”

“Absolutely dark, wasn’t it? Pitch black. You insisted on it. Now I’m going to insist on the same thing.” He lifted the blindfold and placed it over her eyes as she closed them in submission. As he fastened it in the back, he spoke in her ear. “That night, because it was so dark, the only thing we concentrated on was sensation and emotion. That’s what I want you to do today. Okay, baby?”

“Yes Sir.” She was so excited her voice was quivery. He resisted the temptation to grope her between the thighs, but then the impulse became too strong. He reached down and slid his fingers between her slickened lips. She gasped as he nuzzled her cheek and plunged his fingers deeper, bringing her up on her toes. “It’s okay, girl, I’ve got you.”

She sighed as he withdrew his fingers, drawing them back across her swollen clit with teasing slowness. Her hips twitched against his hand.

“No, not yet. Behave yourself.” He brought his fingers to her lips and let her smell her musky feminine fragrance before he slipped them into her mouth. She licked and sucked them obediently, and Dave thought with approval that she was already far off in subspace. It was always easier to punish her then.

He dropped his hand and pulled away, lifting the nipple clamps. She tensed at the small rattle and clink of the connecting chain that identified the sensation to come. The sadist in him made her wait, not knowing when each clamp would close its painful jaws on her nipples. She was so aroused that the pink peaks of her breasts were already drawn up tight. Taking care to make no noise, he attached the first clamp. She made a small jerk and sob at the sudden biting ache.

“Yes, girl. That’s one.” She made a low keening sound as he made her wait for the other one, and then again, the cry and sob as the second clamp attached to its target. Dave turned her, bending her over the bed so her clamped nipples were pressed against the mattress.

“Enough whining. Spread your legs.”

She spread them, and then he spread them wider still, buckling a wide leather strap around the top of each slender thigh. With that done, he took each wrist and attached a matching leather cuff, which was then clipped to an eyehook on the thigh strap, in effect pinning her arms at her side. He looked down at his sub, blindfolded, clamped, restrained. Totally and willingly at his mercy. As usual the sight of it made his breath catch and his cock throb even more. He lifted the silicone anal plug and added lube to the tip, then parted Sophie’s cheeks to deposit some of the slippery substance to her tight hole. She flinched but held still. “Don’t tense,” he warned her. “You know it only makes it harder. No matter what, it’s going in.”

Sophie sighed and he felt her relax. He pressed the tip against her anus and pushed the plug in steadily. Her urgent mews built in intensity as the broadest part of the plug parted her. Her noises faded into a little sigh as it was fully seated inside.

“Your little ass is filled up now, yes, girl?”

“Yes Sir.” She shifted onto her toes and back down again. Dave fought for control, tried to modulate his voice.

“And you are completely at my mercy. My own girl, to do with as I please.”

“Yes Sir.” She arched her hips again and then ground them against the covers. He picked up the crop and brought it down across the back of her thighs.

“Owww!” Her hands jerked in the restraints and she wiggled her ass, prompting him to land the second stroke without delay.

“No masturbating yourself against the footboard,” he said as he brought the crop down again.

“Ouch…ow…”

“We’ve discussed this before. When you’re bent over to be punished, you’re not to rub your clit against the bed like a horny little slut.”

Whack.
Another blow, and another one before she found her breath.

“I’m s…sorry, Sir.”

He finished ten strokes with the crop, half on her ass and half on the tight skin across her upper thighs, enjoying the sight of her hopping up and down on her toes. He picked up the wooden spoon next and rubbed it over her ass cheeks and between her thighs. “Your favorite.”

Her only answer was a drawn-out moan.

“As I recall, you were the one who asked to be punished. Be careful what you wish for. And for your horny little masturbatory display, I think we’ll do twenty with this.”

He paddled her fast and hard with the stinging implement, ten firm swats one on top of the other on one cheek, and then the same torturous treatment on the other cheek. She wailed as the blows rained down, no respite between them. By the end, she was gasping and her ass was beet red.

“Please, Sir. Please!”

“Please, what? Please may I have some more, Sir?”

“No, no, no, no…”

In her current state of distress, he excused her omission of the honorific and instead distracted himself pinching her crimson ass. “Man, those are some hot butt cheeks, Sophie. That must have really hurt.”

“Ohhhh…” she whined, clenching around the thick plug in her ass.

“But the cane will hurt worse, don’t you think? Or perhaps not. You may still be feeling numb from the wooden spoon. Let’s see.”

He lifted the cane and delivered a stroke across the center of her bottom. She cried out pitifully, her head thrashing from side to side until she buried her face in the comforter. He gave her the next stroke about thirty seconds later, and then two more above and below it. Her whole body was strung tight and tense like a vibrating bowstring. He landed another stroke on the tender skin between her ass and thighs and she screamed.

“Hush.” He stroked hands down her back, calming her, willing her to relax. He wasn’t even using his normal amount of force, due to the fact they hadn’t played in so long. It had to be the blindfold, the sensory deprivation that was increasing the intensity to an almost unbearable level for her. “Okay, Sophie. It’s okay. If you need me to stop, I’ll stop. There are five more. Do you want to finish your punishment, or have you had enough?”

His hands were so warm, so soothing against her skin. Her whole body was thrumming as if electrified.
Do you want to finish your punishment, or have you had enough?

No, it was never enough with him. No, she didn’t want to stop now. She shook her head, her hands making fists at her side.

“Speak to me,” Dave prompted. “Five more. Yes or no?”

Sophie gathered herself up to speak. “Yes Sir,” she said. “I can take five more.”

She needed five more. She needed to know he would give what he promised to give, and that she could take it. She needed to know that she was tough enough to take it and that she’d survive on the other side. Not just survive, but bask in the act of surviving it.

But
owwww
. God, it hurt. It stung like fire laid across her ass.
Breathe in, breathe out. Only four more. Owwwahhhhh…

Three more.
But it was so difficult because he waited between each blow. Just when the pain from the last blow faded to a point where it was bearable, the horrible cane would fall again, and again Sophie’s nails would dig into her thighs and her whole body would resist the urge to beg, to flee, to collapse at his feet and kiss them…

Sophie sobbed as another blow fell. Was that eight? Or nine? He was counting the strokes aloud but Sophie’s breath and wails were too loud in her ears to hear. She was crying in earnest, muffling her tears in the same soft coverlet that kept her warm at night when she cuddled next to him. She waited in her dark world, held fast in the embrace of Dave’s restraints, her nipples throbbing in their bondage. Her ass felt vulnerable, helplessly offered for punishment as his insidious toy mastered her from inside.

Another blow and a falling away. Her body took the pain in and accepted it at long last, almost reveled in it. When the last stroke fell diagonally across her aching ass, the joy outpaced the pain and she sobbed with relief behind her blindfold. By this time it felt wet and cool against her eyelids. Soaked. She moaned as large hands landed on her cheeks and squeezed them, a hard, possessive pinch. She heard his own sigh, the rattling condom wrapper.

Yes, please, please, please…

His cock slid into her to the hilt, his balls tickling her clit as she arched back against him. His hands closed on her wrists. He pressed her down and fucked her hard. His pelvis pummeled against the plug, driving it deeper. From inside, she felt wild and full, full of this man, her lover. He pulled away with a grunt and she whined in protest, suddenly cold and empty again, her clit aching to contact something, anything to ease the hot madness she felt. He reached down and eased the plug from her ass. Before she could even gasp it was replaced by the nudging head of his thick cock. He wrapped one arm around her pelvis and used the other to guide himself inch by inch into her narrow passage. Sophie reveled in the familiar feeling of being overpowered, impaled. He put his hands on her shoulders and lifted her back against him. He held her close, held himself near, seated deep in her ass. “I’ve got you. You’re mine. I’m deep inside you now.”

She could only groan in agreement. His hand trailed up her belly to tug the chain hanging down between her breasts. The surge of pain and ecstasy made her ass clench around his cock as it bucked in and out. “Oh, please, please…take me…fuck me,” Sophie begged.

He pulled harder on the chain. She threw her head back against his solid chest, her arms still pinned at her sides, her legs straining and trembling. “Come for me, baby,” Dave said. “I want to feel you come with my cock inside your ass. Come for me.”

Sophie ground back against him, completely gone. The only thing that existed in her dark world was his breath in her ear, his tugs at her tortured nipples, his pelvis ramming against her ass and his cock deep inside. Then his other hand trailed around her hip and lower. His fingers found her center and massaged the aching button there. Sophie’s voice left her, replaced by incoherent sounds of pleading. The fingers left her and then returned again, stroke, stroke, and the world ceased to exist around her. Her entire body convulsed and the orgasm took her. She fell forward, limp, as Dave growled deep in his throat and pumped his release into her.

Sophie lay gasping in darkness, adjusting to the emptiness she always felt when Dave pulled out of her and away. She stayed still, unmoving, until she felt gentle hands undoing the cuffs at her sides and unfastening the blindfold. He drew it away and Sophie gazed, transfixed, into Dave’s deep hazel eyes.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

“My pleasure,” he answered with a smile.

* * * * *

They showered together, washing and caressing each other in the afterglow. Sophie scrubbed Dave first, enjoying the wonderful textures and taut, sculpted surfaces of her man. She loved his broad shoulders and the way his hairy chest curved down into the flat plane of abs. And then lower, his male organ, sexy and virile even at rest. Dave took a long time too, exploring every curve, every crevice of Sophie, gently soaping and rinsing. He turned off the water but he wouldn’t let her dry off. While she was still covered in dewy drops from the shower, he took up his camera and turned it on her.

He took his time photographing her. He ran warm fingertips across the slick surfaces of everything he photographed, her belly, her breasts, her hips. She loved his face as he took pictures. His eyes looked so soft and yet so perceptive. His lips pursed in a small frown she wanted to kiss. Then he did kiss her, holding the camera out to the side to snap photos of them. Sophie barely noticed, transfixed by his lips and the fingertips exploring her body. Then his fingers stopped short and his palm went flat against her belly. He lowered the camera, his brows drawn together in a serious expression.

“Sophie, honey. Did you get your period last month?”

“No,” she said after a moment. “I totally skipped it. Stress, I guess.”

Dave’s serious gaze transformed into a kind of guilty shock.

“What? What is it?”

“I…wow…fuck…with everything that happened, I totally forgot to tell you, Sophie—” He was babbling, something she had never known him to do since the day she’d met him. She reached out and touched his face.