Pleasure and Danger (4 page)

“Ah, Sir! That’s… Please do it harder.”

He obliged, and the blistering pain in my arse combining with that in my nipple created an almost unbearable mass of agony.

Almost unbearable.

I could take more—wanted more.

“You’re so hungry for it,” he gasped, his breath hot on my chest. “And I want to give you it all, take it all from you.”

“Yes, take it.” I reached for his tie, tugged and slid the knot loose. “Bind me and take it.”

He kind of snarled and growled. I wasn’t sure if I’d pleased him with the suggestion or infuriated him by demanding.

“Please, Sir. I am yours,” I said, dragging the tie free—the abrasive sound of it skimming over the cotton of his collar thrilling me.

He snatched the tie from me. Grabbed my wrists in just one of his hands and with rapid movements shoved my jacket sleeves up then looped the thin red strip of material around my forearms. He knotted it with a decisive strength, and a glut of pleasure seared through me at being at his mercy. There was no way I could release myself and already the taut strip of material was digging in, creating a pleasing discomfort and a blanch on my skin that I could just make out in the semi-darkness.

“Lift,” he said, raising my hands. “Higher.”

He forced me onto my toes, and I glanced upwards, watched as he roughly hooked the tie onto a rusting metal spike sticking from the wall.

Oh, God. This is it.

I was sacrificial, strung up in my disgusting alley with my Master about to bugger my already smarting arse.

“Sir,” I breathed, studying the sharp stubble peppered over his chin. “Please…”

“Shh, I know what you want slut. It’s coming.” He tugged at his belt, shoved at his trousers then released his cock.

My pussy quivered at the sight of him quickly rolling on a condom. We would have to dispense with them as soon as possible. They wasted valuable time when I was gagging for it.

He stooped and slipped his arms beneath my thighs, stretched them wide as he straightened, lifting me clear from the ground.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said. “And lock your ankles.”

I did as he’d asked, my back scraping uncomfortably on the wall and the crown of my head scratching against the crumbling brickwork. I was able to bend my elbows a little but the tie was on fast, there was no freeing it.

“I’m going to fill you up now,” he said.

As he’d spoken he’d forged into my cunt. One determinedly hard ride that buried him balls deep.

“Your arse is full and now so is your pussy,” he said in a strained voice.

The sensation stole my breath, caused my vision to blur. Damn, he was big anyway, but with space limited by my rectum already being full, he felt even thicker, was stretching me all the more.

He stilled for a moment, teeth gritted, eyes narrowed. His breaths were noisy and labored.

I was on fire. Heat poured from the burn in my wrists, right through my body to the flames in my pussy and the sizzling temperature in my arse. It was delicious, a wonderful sense of being alive.

“Ah, yeah, fuck, I am so fucking in you,” he said with what I imagined was a grimace. “And I’m going to give you permission to come, as many times as you want. You’re going to need that distraction.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He withdrew, pounded back in. Every part of me felt the invasion. I breathed deep, inhaling his breath, his scent and the stench of the alley mixing with the musk of my arousal. An orgasm wasn’t far off. I’d been so turned on for this, so ready.

He changed his rhythm. Instead of pumping in and out he stayed buried deep and ground against my clit.

“Sir, oh… Sir…” I gasped, knowing I didn’t stand a chance.

That was it. A beautiful but wicked orgasm fired through my pelvis. I cried out as my arse contracted around the plug with concrete-like spasms. It wasn’t painful, just exquisite.

“Ah, fuck, God give me strength,” Gabriel muttered onto my lips. “You’re always so damn responsive to me.”

“Yes, yes,” I panted. “Only you.”

He grasped my right tit. Squeezed my trembling flesh then tugged my nipple. “This is dangerous,” he whispered. “Anyone might come and think I’m raping you. Taking a woman against her will. You’re tied up, gasping, crying…”

“I’m not crying,” I managed.

“You will be in a minute. Crying with pleasure.”

Suddenly he pulled out of my pussy. My feet hit the floor, my body elongating as I was stretched by the tie securing my hands.

“Turn, slut,” he said, forcing me to pirouette, like a clumsy ballerina.

I faced the wall. My cheek bunched against the cold, gritty brickwork, a slimy patch of moss sitting just next to my temple.

“And spread your legs. How the fuck am I supposed to get my money’s worth out of you, whore”—he tapped at my feet with his, encouraging me to widen my stance—“if your legs are together?”

“Sorry, Sir.” Cool air breezed between my legs.

“Poor scratched arse,” he said, stooping and palming my buttocks. He kissed them both, then the crack, right down to where the butt plug was.

A guttural groan grew then burst from me. Feeling his lips, his fingers on my filled bum, my wide rim, was more erotic than I had ever imagined.

He was enthusiastically licking, kissing, and giving me sharp little nips with his teeth. Damn, I’d never have believed that I could orgasm from being adored like this, in my most intimate place, but right now, I wasn’t far off tipping over the edge again, having barely come down from a clitoral climax.

What must we look like? What would someone see if they ventured down our alley now? The imagined visual sent a shot of lust to my clit, moisture seeping from me. The reality of my fantasy was a dream come true.

“Oh, Sir, yes, thank you,” I said, bunching my fists. My fingers were tingling, my toes were curling.

“You’ll need this,” he said, sliding something cool through my slit. “I want you to have both holes filled when I fuck your arse.”

I tensed as a hard, cool object poked at my entrance.

“Love balls,” he said. “And you must keep them in, that is an order. If you don’t you will be punished later.”

“Ah, oh, yes, yes I’ll do my best.”

He pushed the balls into me. They were smooth and dense, their weight already creating a delicious dragging pressure as they lodged high, and one of them sat neatly against my G-spot.

“And this,” he said, touching the base of the plug, “needs to come out so I can go in. There might be a day I want to slip in next to the plug, see just how much you can take up your arse, but you’re not ready for that. It will take time and discipline for me to train you for so much. Train you for that and all the other dark, depraved things I have in mind for you—when you’re mine.”

“I am yours.” Depraved sounded good to me. The more fucking depraved and dangerous the better. “And, I…”

My words and thoughts trailed off as he slipped the plug from my anus. The sensation was strange, a reversal of earlier, but left behind a sense of loss. I had a need for him to return, get up there, shove in hard and fast and make that spark turn into a wild fire of pain.

A clunk told me the plug had landed on the floor, and in its place, at my back hole, I became aware of Gabriel’s cock. The head was hot and smooth, impossibly wide.

I moaned in anticipation of what was to come.

He nibbled the shell of my ear. “Relax, let me in.”

“Yes…”

“Because I am going to, you know that. Breach your virginal, whore’s arse, whether you relax or not. I am going to take this, take what is mine.”

“Yes, please, now.”

“And for forgetting to say Sir again,” he said sharply, “you will feel my flogger next time I take you. Because, sub, you have to remember who and what you are. Do
not
forget to call me Sir again.”

An image of a flogger hovered in front of me. Oh, how I loved floggers. The idea of Gabriel wielding one as I came made me want to cry, as he’d said I would.

“I’ll flog you until you are scarlet and hot,” he said, exerting more pressure on my anus. “And I’ll finger fuck you in between hits so that you’re wet, so wet you feel like you’ve pissed yourself.”

“Yes, please…” I tried to relax my arse, screwed up my eyes and felt a tear squeeze out. The need, the hunger for him was so great. And the flogger! “I want the flogger, Sir,” I said. “If that is what you see as a fit punishment then yes, I want the flogger.”

“You’ll fucking get it.” He placed his hands in the dip of my waist, digging his fingers in deep. “But first this.”

Holding me still, he pushed through my pucker, claiming the first inch of my rectum.

“Ah, oh… Sir.” My eyes watered, I was being made so wide. The heat was flaring, the pain not deep but like a sharp slap that was staying at its perfect height, the exact soreness I enjoyed.

“You feel good in here,” he said on a pant. “So damn good. Get ready for more.”

I arched my back, let my head press against his, and delighted in his firm journey to full depth.

It was hard to breathe, impossible to think. All I could concentrate on was Gabriel’s fat cock in my arse and the love balls pressing on my G-spot. I had to relax my arsehole but keep my pussy tense to hold them in place, and the combination was extremely satisfying.

“Remember I said you can come as many times as you want,” Gabriel said, reaching round to fret my clit. “You can start coming…now.”

He withdrew almost out then plundered back in.

I let out a cry, and like in the cage he slapped a hand over my mouth.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, curling his hips into me then away. Over and over he fucked my arse, his sacs bashing up against my cheeks and his big body savagely pounding me against the wall.

An orgasm was there, extending from my clit to my pussy to my arse. It was painful and blissful. I didn’t know where I stopped and my Master began. He’d possessed me in the most base of ways, and I was withstanding it all. Loving the way he could forge his cock up my arse as hard as he could and I would take it. More than take it. Ecstasy was blasting through me. My stomach crunched, my pussy leaked and spasmed. I couldn’t breathe one second, then I was gulping for air.

He kept the pressure on my clit, a constant stream of sensation that fired me off again every time I believed my orgasm to be reaching an end.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he said. “Keep coming while I do, sub, yeah, keep…fucking…coming, just like that.”

I was. I didn’t need telling. I’d never been so brutally fucked in such a dirty, disgusting alley by a man who called me whore and slut. Clearly I’d been missing out because it worked for me big time. This was it. I was stuck on a rollercoaster of climaxes and I wasn’t getting off.

“Yes, yes…” I managed against his hand. “Oh, Sir, keep fucking me…”

“I am…urgh!”

He unloaded into me. The girth of his cock was so swollen and wide as he came that a new burn hit my rim. I soaked it up, added it to the crest of another climactic wave and allowed bliss to own me. Every fiber of my body felt shredded, strung out. My nerves were living flames, my whole pelvis juddering with ecstasy.

This was it.

I was in love.

Chapter Four

I held my breath as I came down from the ultimate high—and God, I’d been high. The grime of the alley and the whiff of sex seemed to swirl around me, and I knew I’d never forget it. Every time the alley came to my mind in the future I’d conjure up this smell and be instantly transported, as though I wasn’t entertaining a fantasy, as though I were really here.

“Breathe, sub,” Gabriel said. “You did so well, but you must remember to breathe when you‘re coming down.” He removed his hand from my mouth and stroked my cheek with the backs of his fingers.

I did as he’d asked, concentrating on the rise and fall of my chest, the air going in through my nose then exiting through my mouth.

He pulled out of my arse and kissed my neck. “I’m going to leave the balls in your pussy, sub. To remind you of this dangerous, dirty fuck.”

“Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.”

He reached up, unhooked the tie and lowered my arms as he turned me to face him. He made a big thing of rubbing what must surely have been red marks. Then he captured my hands in his and created friction to return the blood flow and bring my fingers back to life. He kissed my knuckles and I was grateful for the attention. I adored whatever attention he gave me whether it was hard and painful or soft and sweet.

It didn’t take long before I felt like my usual self, albeit with shaking hands and unsteady legs. I stepped forward a little, testing out those legs of mine and whether they’d have the strength to carry me out. It seemed they did, so I tottered up the alley, knowing Gabriel was right behind me. He scuffed rubbish out of his path and muttered something about wishing he’d gone first so I didn’t have to wade through it.

So he was a gentleman too, then, even when following a knicker-less woman he’d just arse-fucked.

I smiled as I reached the end of the alley and came out into the sunlight. Although sunlight wasn’t the right word. The sky had turned a murky gray while we’d been fucking and the clouds were pregnant with rain. Even though I’d liked the scents in the alley, the fresher air was welcome and I breathed in a huge lungful.

Gabriel came up beside me and took my hand. “Do you want to walk through town again, or shall we go the other way to the car park?”

I’d done most of this fantasy, so to discard the last part wouldn’t feel right. “No, we’ll walk through town, going our separate ways like I wanted. I was used for sex, you used me, and there’s no reason if that were a real scenario, why we’d want to be seen together afterwards.”

He nodded, appearing deep in thought. “I was asking in case you didn’t feel, well, that you didn’t fancy being by yourself.”

I frowned. “Of course I want to be by myself. That’s the whole point of doing this. Like I got fucked by a stranger with the promise of being fucked by him again. And we haven’t discussed that bit yet because I need to think up another fantasy.”

“Can’t you just meet him again anyway, without knowing what you want to happen next? Or are these fantasies of yours the focal point?”