Impact (12 page)

“I was a little nervous.”

“About what?”

She blushed. “Tonight.”

“About me shaving your pussy or taking your ass?”

Her blush stained her skin deeper. “Both,” she mumbled.

“Darlin’, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re prepared for whatever happens. There may a little bit of burning when I first go in but it’ll fade, and after I get goin’ it should feel real good for both of us.”

“Okay.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” And she realized she did. She trusted Conner implicitly. There was some part of her body that just—settled—when he was around. Calmed.

“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about except how I’m gonna have to give you a spanking for bitin’ that lip.”

Shit.

She looked up at him and was met with his Dom stare. He wasn’t kidding. He was going to spank her.

“My thigh’s still sore, so I can’t put you over my knees like I want to, so why don’t you lie over a couple of pillows?”

Rising from the floor, she swallowed thickly. She had no idea if this was going to be a couple of gentle spanks or a full-fledged assault on her ass, but the latter seemed more likely. After all, he had warned her. He pulled some pillows down to the center of the bed and she lay over them. The position put her ass at a prime spot, angled up and toward him if he was behind her. Hearing a rustling noise, she turned her head to try to discern the source of the sound.

“Eyes forward,” he ordered and her head whipped back to face the headboard. She heard something drop and then Conner was behind her. “I brought along a few toys tonight, and good thing, because it looks like I might need some of them.” He sat down on her left side and ran his hand from the small of her back down over her generous globes. “I’m gonna start your spanking with my hand, but then I’m gonna keep going with this.” He picked something up and moved it in front of her face. It was a smooth wooden paddle, about eight inches long by three inches wide. Jessica whimpered and he pulled her head to look into her eyes. “I warned you about this and I told you what would happen, didn’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” His tone was ice cold, and her pussy flooded with arousal.

“Yes Sir.”

“That’s better. If I didn’t do this when I saw you playing with your mouth you wouldn’t respect me, now, would you?”

She stopped to consider for a few seconds. “No Sir, I wouldn’t.”

“It’s a bad nervous habit, Jessie girl. Now, you’ll face the headboard for the entire spanking. You won’t move or try to reach back. If you do, I’ll restrain you and your spanking will be longer and harder. Do you understand me, Jess?”

“Yes Sir.” She’d barely gotten the words out before his hand descended on her ass. The spanks started out not too hard, but covered her entire bottom and partway down her thighs. He pushed her legs apart, leaving her inner thighs and pussy vulnerable to his hand. Gradually, he worked up the force of the blows, continuing to move around and cover the entire area so it was impossible to predict where he’d strike next. He rained a few spanks directly on her pussy and she gasped. Then he moved back to her ass.

Her bottom was already on fire and he hadn’t started with the paddle yet. How would she survive this? She knew she could safe word at any time and he would stop immediately, but she felt as if she’d be letting him down. She couldn’t tolerate disappointing him, so she took the punishment. After what seemed like forever, but was probably no more than a few minutes, he stopped and she heard him pick up the paddle.

“This is gonna hurt, baby, and it’s okay to cry. But remember, don’t put your hand back. You could get hurt if the paddle hits it, all right?”

“Yes Sir,” she answered, her voice shaky.

“You ready?”

“Yes Sir.”

The paddling began immediately. His rhythm with the paddle was completely different than it’d been with his hand. He started the paddle right on the fleshiest part of her ass, in the middle, and paddled the same spot repeatedly. Then he moved down a little bit and repeated the action. Each time he overlapped the paddle marks, and by the time he’d come to the sensitive curve where her bottom met her thighs she was starting to cry. Her distress didn’t stop him though. The paddle continued to fall until it met her thighs squarely.

Her breathing was coming in rapid gulps and she was genuinely crying now. He let her cry, running his hand over her scorched cheeks and whispering nonsensical things to her. When she’d calmed down a little, he said, “I want you to take ten strokes from my belt to finish, Jess. Will you do that for me?”

She nodded, unable to speak. He helped her up so she was on her hands and knees with her ass in the air, much like she imagined she would be later when he fucked her ass. The belt made a whisking sound as he removed it from the loops in his jeans, and then he was measuring his stroke. “Ten, Jessie girl.”

The first stroke fell on her right cheek, up high. She shrieked as the pain shot through her, white hot and like nothing she’d ever felt before. She managed to stay in position, though, and the next stroke landed in the same place on her other cheek and she hissed. Strangely, though, it didn’t cause the pain of the first one. Another landed and Jessica felt an odd sense of peace. The blows continued but she simply went with them. They no longer factored into her world. She was still floating when she felt Conner’s body leaning over hers. “Jess?” Then, “Jessica?” He came around to peer into her face. “Jess—you’re in sub space. You’re safe.” Gathering her in his arms, he lay down on the bed and began to rock, singing in her ear.

She blinked up at him. “Conner?”

“Yeah, sugar?”

“Did I fall asleep?”

“No, darlin’, you went into sub space. I thought you might, that’s why I pushed you a little. I figured it would help with the pain.” Stroking his fingers down the side of her face, he said, “Are you all right?”

“Yeah,” she murmured. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“Now you know why subs are so devoted to their Doms,” he told her, smirking a little.

She broached the subject she’d been wanting to ask since their earlier discussion. “Are you my Dom?”

His eyes shuttered and he sighed. “I dunno, Jess. It’s such a complicated thing for me.”

“What’s so complicated about it?” Laying her head on his chest and burrowing into his body, she looked up at his face. “Explain it to me.”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, he answered, “I don’t want a BDSM relationship to be a casual thing. If I ever do it I want it to be forever. I take the lifestyle seriously. I don’t want some woman being a servant to me, and I certainly don’t want a doormat, but I want someone who’ll let me take care of them, cherish them. Fuck, I dunno how to explain this…” He looked tortured. The light had gone out of his eyes as he stared off into nothing.

“It’s okay, I get it.” Her limbs felt heavy. She knew she should get up but her body didn’t want to cooperate.

“I don’t wanna upset you, sugar,” he said, his arms tightening around her. “I like you and I like what we’re doin’. Why do we have to go and define it? Why can’t we just enjoy it?”

“We can.” She knew she was letting him off too easy but apparently the sub space had zapped her energy because she didn’t have the will to make him face the facts about their relationship. It wasn’t just sex—she knew that much. But what was Conner willing to admit? Would he deny he felt anything for her beyond simple lust? Her eyes drifted closed as she fought her body’s urge to sleep.

She woke up to Conner’s lips on her ass, soothing the still-hot skin. “You awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I knew you needed some sleep but I was gettin’ impatient. My cock is itching to slide between these bright-red cheeks.” He squeezed them and she gasped as sensation rocked through her pussy. “Up on all fours, darlin’.”

She did as she was told. With gentle movements he pushed her head down, arranging it on her hands. “Just relax and let me take care of you.” He moved away and when he returned she jumped as she felt cool gel being massaged into the crack of her ass. Keeping his other hand on her back and rubbing in small circles, he inserted the tip of one finger and wiggled until it passed the tight ring of muscle. It felt weird, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Ever so slowly he fucked his finger in and out of her while continuing to rub her back. Then he withdrew for a moment and added a second finger, gradually pushing back in.

He scissored his fingers and Jessica had to fight to stay still. She felt on edge but couldn’t articulate why. “Conner, I need…”

“I know, darlin’. Relax and trust me,” he answered, raining kisses down her back as he continued the steady thrusting with his fingers. He added a third and she arched her back. “Shhhh…”

She forced herself to settle back down on the bed. Conner knew what he was doing, she trusted him, but this feeling…it was indescribable. He started to brush his thumb over her clit with the slightest of motions and she moaned. “I want you, Conner, don’t make me wait, please.” Her voice sounded foreign, even to her, and she wondered what he was doing to her. What spell was he was casting?

He removed his fingers and grabbed a condom, rolling it onto his erection and then applying more lube. “I want you to relax and push back when I start to push forward.” His tone was so soothing, so unlike what she’d gotten used to dealing with from Conner. She didn’t know what to make of it.

Soon all coherent thought fled as Conner tucked the fat head of his cock into her anus and began to move into her channel. When he breached the ring of muscle, Jessica inhaled sharply as a burning sensation overpowered her. “Relax, Jess,” he told her in a more normal voice. “I’m gonna let you get used to it before I go any farther.”

“It burns. It hurts, Conner,” she whimpered.

“Push back a little. That should help.”

She tried. “It still burns.”

“It’ll fade, sugar, give it a minute. If you really can’t do it, say the word and I’ll stop.” He resumed rubbing her back and she felt her muscles loosen gradually. He sank in another inch. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. You’re gripping my cock like a hot vise. I’m not gonna last long.” Pulling out some, he slid back in slowly and gained a little more. “I’m about halfway in, you’re doin’ great.”

“Halfway in? Shit. I can’t do this.”

“Are you safe wording, sugar? If you are, say your safe word.”

“No,” Jessica answered. She wanted this. She wanted Conner to utterly possess her, but he was so
big
. She pushed back and he sank farther in.

“There you go, darlin’. Now remember, push back when I push forward.” He gripped one of her hips, leaving his other hand on the small of her back, and pushed. “Push back, Jessie girl. Take me.” His voice held the air of command and she did as he said, arching her back and pushing in counterpoint to him. He sank in until his balls rested against her pussy. “Ahh, fuck…don’t move.”

“Need to move.” She couldn’t explain why but she couldn’t stay still, she needed to feel him moving inside her or her moving with him—she didn’t know, but if she didn’t get it she was going to lose her mind. She pushed back against him and he let out a stream of curse words.

“Conner, I need—”

“You’ll get what I give you.” A sharp slap landed right where her ass and thigh met and she cried out. “You wanna be fucked hard, baby?”

“I-I don’t know.” Her hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets as she fought the desire to move back and forth to drag his cock over nerves being fired out of control.

He pulled out almost all the way and went back in slowly, then repeated the motion. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it feels…”

“Full?”

“Yes.”

Rearing back, he thrust in harder and she moaned. “I’m gonna fuck your ass hard now, Jessie girl. If it hurts, you tell me, but otherwise I want you to be a good girl and take my cock the way I wanna give it to you.”

“Yes, Conner, yes,” she panted, wanting so badly to reach for that elusive something to make all this worth it.

Taking a firm hold on her waist, he began to drive into her, his hips slamming into her hot, sore ass with each thrust. The little bites of pain shot straight to her pussy and clit and she began to tremble. “Can I touch my clit?” She didn’t dare do it without asking.

“Not yet.” Groaning, she continued to accept him as he stretched her ass, driving relentlessly into her. “So. Fucking. Tight.” Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust and Jessica didn’t know how much more she could take.

“Conner, please, I need to come. Let me come.”

The force of his thrusts drove them both into the mattress and her pussy began to contract in response to her nipples rasping against the rough cotton of the sheets.

“Yes,” he hissed, and her entire body bowed with the force of him ramming into her. “Rub that clit for me, darlin’. Make yourself come.”

After reaching down, she separated the lips of her pussy and found her clit. Sliding one finger on each side, she rubbed in time with Conner’s thrusts. That, combined with the steely tone of his voice as he continued to talk to her, made her come apart. Her mouth opened on a moan as her orgasm began. He grabbed her hair and pulled back as he tried to push farther into her. The movement caused a ripple of pain followed by an edgy, sharp pleasure she’d never experienced before. Another orgasm came right on top of the first and she clamped down on him.