Enchanted Submission - An erotic bdsm fantasy novella (5 page)

‘No. Why?’

‘Because he’s not fucking her pussy.’

Rapunzel gasped as she noticed the tipped angle of Cinderella’s hips against Tate’s. ‘Oh my goodness,’ she said ‘He’s ... in her ... up her ... you mean, for her first time ... That’s a bit harsh.’

Beast chuckled. ‘Well, I did say there were other ways to become experienced, and let’s face it, if she’s enjoying herself as much as she looks like she is, then she’ll cope just fine with her rampant new husband tomorrow night.’

Rapunzel unclenched her fists. He was right; if Cinderella was enjoying Tate’s back entrance attentions then she would be more than capable of handling Prince Charming’s lusty ways.

‘Now,’ Beast said, releasing her wrists and pulling the curtains shut. ‘Let’s get down to business –
our
business.’

RAPUNZEL TURNED. Her eyes came level with the top of Beast’s chest. The nipple clamps were heavy as they touched the wool of his jumper and the combination of hard and soft created a shudder of need that shivered right down to her thighs.

Beast unclipped the lead and dropped it to the floor. He smoothed his hands up her neck until he was cupping her jaw. His eyelids dropped and he looked at her mouth like he wanted to actually eat her. He swept the pad of his thumb over her parted lips and she felt them stretched to the side, then his head lowered and the gentle pressure of his soft mouth hit down on hers.

He continued to embrace her face as the tip of his tongue peeked into her mouth. She opened up and delighted in his oaked, whisky taste. His fingers slid over her ears and into her hair and he cradled the back of her skull with one big palm as he dropped the other hand to her back and squeezed her closer. His erection prodded her stomach and she let out an involuntary groan which he caught in his mouth and mixed with his own deep moan of want.

He turned up the heat, their teeth touched briefly and then his tongue swept right in, exploring, probing, dancing with hers. Her nipples tightened further, blood raged to her nerve endings as the metal work snagged on the fibres of his top. Her greedy hands drifted up the wide, bulbous muscles of his arms, onto his shoulders and then took a path down towards his erection. She needed him, she wanted him so badly. She couldn’t wait another minute

‘Hey.’ He broke their kiss and grabbed her wrists again, fastening his fingers tight around her slender bones. ‘Remember, I’m calling the shots around here, not you.’

‘Yes, I know but ...’ She jerked her hands, aiming for the button on his trousers. ‘Let’s just ...’

‘No,’ he said, stepping away. He narrowed his eyes and flattened his mouth. ‘I can see you’re in need of containing.’ He pulled her, quite roughly, towards the black semi-circle of raised flooring, her wrists now captured in just one of his enormous hands. ‘You really don’t understand the meaning of the word submission, do you?’

‘I ...’

‘Shh ...’ He jabbed a straightened finger against his lips. ‘I don’t want to have to gag you, Rapunzel. I’ve kinda developed a thing for your mouth.’ He looked at her lips again, studying them intently. ‘I think I could become quite obsessed with that part of your body.’

A spark of delight popped in her stomach –
Beast
obsessed with her, how perfect would that be.

But she didn’t have time to dwell on that possibility, because he tugged her up onto the platform, positioned her beneath the handcuffs and raised her hands high above her head.

His eyes glittered down at her as the cool leather tightened on her wrists. The corner of his mouth twitched and then he exerted a gentle pressure on her shoulders until she turned to face the full-length mirror on the wall.

‘How do you look?’ he said pulling her hair into a tail at her nape and then twisting it into a tight rope which he secured at the end with a piece of black twine.

Rapunzel studied her reflection; long black boots, creamy thighs, the small black triangle of her thong settled at the juncture of her legs and an impossibly tight corset shining like a deep pool of water at midnight. Her heavy breasts were now dominated by gold clamps and she could just see the pale pink tip of each erect nipple through the metal work. Her face was flushed and needy; eyes heavy, cheeks red and lips swollen and moist from kissing. ‘I look ...’ she said, ‘like I belong to you.’

‘Right answer,’ he said with approval as he stooped behind her. Rapunzel watched his hunched reflection pull down the zippers on her boots. One by one, he stepped her out of the creaking leather.

Losing that extra few inches made a big difference to Rapunzel’s height and, because of the handcuffs, she was now fully stretched, balanced on the balls of her feet with her arms, shoulders, torso and legs extended and lengthened. The pull went right through her body, through her armpits and spine, straightening all her tendons, holding her, supporting her. But she liked it, dangling; it made her feel vulnerable, susceptible to pleasure as well as to abuse. It was a ridiculously exciting condition to be in considering the sexy expert in domination standing behind her.

Beast hooked his thumb into the waistband of the thong and with a quick, no-messing movement, dragged the garment down her legs and over her feet. He screwed the scrap of material into a ball and held it to his face, inhaled long and indulgently. ‘I can imagine your taste,’ he said. ‘Hot, spiced woman mixed with lavender and roses, sweet and sour all at the same time.’

Rapunzel opened her mouth to speak. She wanted to tell him to stop imagining and try out the real thing, it was there, ready, willing and waiting. But she remembered she wasn’t allowed to talk, so shut her mouth again.

He stood and stepped out of view from the mirror. Rapunzel craned her neck and watched, insides quivering, as he moved up to a highly polished dresser and opened a small door. He reached inside, dropped something into the deep pocket of his trousers and then began to rummage around.

After a few seconds he pulled out a paddle; black leather, round, short handle. He moved swiftly back behind her. She snagged at her bottom lip with her teeth and faltered on her toes as he held up the paddle, displaying it in the mirror for her to see. There was a section cut out of it, a few inches long. Rapunzel strained her eyes and made out a carved crown, a crown with a long thorny, single rose stem piercing its centre.

Excitement blazed through her. It was his family crest. A blank paddle would have been thrilling enough, but the thought of one which would pattern her buttocks with his symbol, his sign, claiming her as his property as her skin reddened was deliciously horny.

‘Do you understand what I am going to do to you?’ he asked in a smooth, low voice.

Rapunzel nodded.

‘Then keep still and keep quiet.’

The room fell absolutely silent. Rapunzel’s arousal was like another physical presence dancing around her. She wanted him to inflict pain, make her come, she needed it like she needed to breathe. She wanted to know how much he would give her, when would he stop? How much would it turn him on to see her red, thrashed and at his mercy?

Suddenly the paddle cracked down hard on the right side of her butt; just once, a loud, sharp slap which broke the silence of the room like a whip snapping.

Rapunzel’s whole body jerked within the constraints of the cuffs, her right foot lifted from the floor, her back stiffened and the leather at her wrists nipped into her skin. She clamped her eyes and mouth shut and let the white hot sting raging through her buttock rise to the surface of her skin. She hadn’t been prepared for pain like that, a pain so intense, so acute it brought moisture brimming to her eyes. He’d done it so hard, not a light playful tap, a real biting hit with male muscle behind it.

‘Very good,’ he murmured, lust deepening his voice further. ‘Turn around, look, it’s going to be perfect.’ He twisted her hips so her buttock was facing the mirror. ‘Open your eyes,’ he said.

Rapunzel raised moist lids and, through her elevated arms, examined her own flesh. Sure enough, shining white from the large red disk was the image of his crown and rose. She’d been branded, marked, like livestock or a horse. Beast had made her his, for now at least.

She wondered how many other women he’d labelled this way, but as soon as the thought entered her mind she squished it down; she didn’t like to think of Belle having this mark, or anyone else come to that. She wanted it, only her, forever; she felt she’d earned it with him, that somehow it was her right. ‘Again,’ she heard herself saying. ‘Please, the other side, hit me again.’

His fingers dug into her stretched hips and he spun her back round so she was facing the mirror. There was a new keenness to his movements, a sense of urgency, like he was only just in control. ‘Keep watching this time,’ he said. ‘Enjoy it through every sense.’

Another burst of pain seared her other buttock, it came so fast Rapunzel didn’t have time to shut her eyes in anticipation of the thwack. ‘Ow, ow, ow,’ she breathed as the sting intensified with each passing second.

‘Exquisite,’ Beast murmured and then rubbed his cool hand over the burn. ‘Your pale skin takes it so beautifully.’

He raised the paddle and hit again, then again, each buttock treated to another blazing contact. Rapunzel’s arms went limp and she let the cuffs hold her; the sensations were overwhelming, agony and bliss, fire and ice. It hurt like hell but she wanted more.

‘Is it starting to feel good yet?’

She managed a feeble nod, her neck like the rest of her, heavy and limp. The poker hot heat was heading for her pussy, swelling her clit and tormenting her empty vagina. She needed more; a sob broke from her throat, a sob of want and pain, of need and wretchedness.

Again he hit, the crests became blurred from multiple contacts. Each buttock was struck over and over until the pain became one big, mass of boiling nerves. Rapunzel barely flinched each time a new layer was added, one on top of the other. Her nipples had hardened to lead within the clamps and her fingers tingled with lack of blood. She wanted him to stop, she wanted him to keep going for ever.

Finally the paddle was cast aside on the floor, landing with a soft whump in the carpet.

‘Enough,’ he said. ‘That’s enough.’

Hanging lamely, Rapunzel sensed him kneeling behind her. His breath, though she knew it to be hot, felt cool on her scorched skin, and somehow, now that the striking had stopped, the pain was intensifying all the more, blooming outwards and inwards, flaming up her back and down to her knees.

His hands began to caress her tortured buttocks. Kneading and massaging. His lips pressed kisses to the hollow of her spine and he licked into the crack of her butt.

She didn’t move, just hung there feeling, absorbing his touch and tangling it with all the other wild sensations which had taken over her body. His fingers were exploring everywhere, tracing the underside of her cheeks, urging her thighs apart and delving into her wetness.

She moaned, rejoicing in finally feeling his touch where she needed it most. The pad of his fingers stroked her swollen lips, tweaked over her buzzing clit and then searched out her snug hole from behind. He pushed in an inch, gave a gentle pumping action with two fingers before retreating.

She whimpered as an ache opened up like a black hole, she was desperate for him to satisfy the hunger he’d created. How could he give her so little after she had been through so much?

His fingers slid backwards and pressed the ring of her anus. The tight band of muscle trembled at his touch. He began to toy with her, spreading her natural lube and heat, stroking the wrinkles of flesh until she became used to the feeling, used to the attention. She felt penetration. But it wasn’t his finger; it was much cooler, much smoother and much harder. He kept on pushing, stretching higher into her back tunnel with whatever it was he was inserting.

Rapunzel moaned deep in her throat and her head fell until her chin rested on her chest. ‘What ...’

‘It’s OK,’ he murmured. ‘It’s just a butt plug.’

The filling sensation continued smoothing past hot, barely touched tissue. Her anus was stretching, gaping. His finger massaged and soothed the taut skin and his lips kissed around it. She was vaguely aware of his breaths quickening as hers slowed to long, deep pants. Her mind was acute but at the same time drifting and, as she hung there, pumped full of endorphins and tingling like a swarm of bees had attacked her, she began to wonder if it was a dream or reality.

‘Good girl,’ he said, securing the base of the plug. ‘Keep it in; you’ll be glad of it in a few minutes.’

Rapunzel was aware of his body heat leaving and opened her eyes; they were heavy and took a second to focus. His reflection stood by a high backed chair. He’d removed his shoes and socks, dropped his pants to the floor and was fisting his jumper between his shoulder blades. As the jumper slid off, his wild black hair burst even crazier around his head and she could see just how much stubble he had on his thick neck. Her eyes drifted to his chest. The centre was coated with black, coiled hair which thinned towards his small, dark nipples but then thickened down his abdomen in a tapering pattern.

He shoved a hand through his curls exposing black underarm hair, dropped his jumper on the floor and then kicked out of his underwear. Naked, he stood, hands on hips, formidable erection springing forward and looked at her in the mirror.

Rapunzel held his gaze; her mouth watering at the remembered taste of him and her pussy spasming at the thought of him entering her while she was already so full. But how could it work, surely he wouldn’t fill both her holes at the same time, it would be a physical impossibility, she would struggle to take in his gigantic penis as it was without having the space cramped already.

He walked over, eyes steady on hers as he pumped at his cock with his hand, teasing the gold ball at the end. The head flared deep scarlet with arousal and Rapunzel spotted a glistening drip of pre-come balanced in the slit.

‘You look exquisite,’ he said, placing his hands in her corseted waist and turning her to face him. ‘Absolutely perfect.’

She didn’t have the energy to look up. Her whole body was exhausted but at the same time crying out for more. She pulled in a deep shuddering breath and felt her anus clench of its own accord as her clit pulsed with a demand for attention.

‘Come here,’ he murmured. ‘It’s time for me to take you where you want to go.’

He stooped, placed his cool hands on her hot buttocks and scooped her into the air as though she were no heavier than a feather. He moved forward a pace and her spine connected with the cold, hard glass of the mirror. His solid, muscular torso stepped against hers, shoving her legs apart and she had no choice but to wrap them around his hips and lock her ankles. The chain leading to the handcuffs slackened as her height increased and instinctively she dropped her arms around his neck to support herself, the underside of her arms connected with the bulky strips of muscle which led from his neck to the balls of his shoulders.