Riding the Storm (8 page)

She’d used it on others plenty, and was well acquainted with
what it could do. If not used properly it would split the flesh open, if used
correctly it would create bruises and welts. She’d heal from whatever he did,
but it didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt like hell.

“I’m going to give you two strokes before I decide how many
you’ll get.”

The first cut landed and she couldn’t believe the pain. When
it first hit, she could handle the burn, but then two seconds later it was
unbearable
.
However, as the burn spread it felt... good. Not good like a massage, but in a
tortured, heat filled, sensation-you-can’t-ignore kind of way, and she wanted
more.

She gasped and gave a small yelp as the second cut landed,
but as the pain once again morphed into warmth, her moan was of bliss, not
pain. She didn’t think she could take too many of these, but
damn
, what
a sensation.

“Okay Kendra, six in all, which means you get four more. I
want you to count out loud, the next will be three. When it hits you’ll say,
‘Three, Sir,’ understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Another caress over the top of her hair, down her back, a
pause to feel of her hands, and then a smooth glide to her heated bottom.

Kendra was no longer conflicted about submitting. He was
Dom, she did as she was told, and nothing else mattered.

As the next stroke fell, she gasped, “Three, Sir,” as she
fought to deal with the pain until it blossomed into bliss and fire, and her
moan vibrated through her body.

She screamed a little at the next — not terribly loud,
but there was no denying it was a scream, and then she got out, “Four, Sir.”

He rubbed across her bottom with his hand and she moaned
again as she tried to move her hips. Her shoulders were screaming from being in
the reverse prayer position, and she hoped he changed her arms around when he
was done with this part.

His hand came off her ass and the next blow fell, and this
time she screamed a little louder before getting out, “Five, Sir.”

“One more to go. This one’ll be harder than the others, make
sure you count it out as number six, otherwise it won’t count.”

And then it hit, and she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe,
couldn’t speak. She finally pulled enough air in to say, “Six, Sir,” but it
wasn’t very loud and she hoped it was good enough. Her ass was literally on
fire, and her pussy felt so
empty
, if he untied her right now she might
rape him.

Eric rubbed her bottom a few minutes, soothing and calming
her, before he trailed his hands down her legs to the ropes.

It took a good five minutes for him to remove all of the
ropes except the ones holding her in reverse prayer, and he stopped to say,
“Your shoulders have been like this long enough, so I need to put you in a
different position. When I untie your hands I expect them to be placed in an X
across your chest to help relax your shoulders until I’m ready to tie them into
their next position. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He removed the rope from around her wrists and she did as he
said, rolling to her back and crossing her arms over her chest to let the
muscles in her shoulders relax back into position.

“When you’re ready, sit on the bed with your back to me. I
don’t know how much time your arms and shoulders will need to recover, so I’m
trusting you to be honest.”

Kendra nodded, took a breath, moved into position, and sat
still as he doubled a section of rope, settled it around her throat, and tied a
knot in the back. He left plenty of give, and she wondered what ingenious sadistic
way he was going to restrain her this time — and even more, why she was
going to passively let him do it, knowing she’d once again be helpless when he
finished. It made no sense, and yet she couldn’t deny how turned on she was.

“Please lie on your back in the middle of the bed, with your
head near the headboard.” She looked at him almost in a fog as she put his
words together enough to comply. He seemed to understand, and this time he
helped her get into position, even though she could have lifted him and thrown
him through the walls, if she’d wanted — and if her muscles weren’t so
dead set on obeying him.

He situated her with the ropes so they were under her
shoulders and back, and came out at her side, below her hips. Eric used this
end of the rope to bind her right ankle near her right hip, and she immediately
understood his plan. If she kicked her legs around too much, she’d choke
herself. Once he had the right ankle secured, he did the same with the left,
and then he tied each wrist to the corresponding ankle.

Finally, he wrapped what was left of the end of the rope
— and there was a lot — around her ankle and thigh, mummifying her
legs into shortened appendages.

Even if her ankles hadn’t been bound to her neck, there was
no way she’d have been able to straighten her legs.

He stopped and looked her over, and must’ve decided her
hands didn’t have enough rope, because he wrapped her wrists to the ankle/thigh
combination ropes again, just to be sure.

“I’ll ask again, are the bindings okay? I don’t want you in
pain, just discomfort.”

“Then you did good, Sir, as I’m uncomfortable as shit, but
nothing hurts.”

His eyes flashed a warning, but he didn’t comment on her
language. She’d said
Sir
, so he must’ve decided not to insist on a
respectful tone of voice. Kendra was fairly certain he’d rectify the situation
with different rules before they played again, though.

“You’ll tell me if there’s something I need to be aware of,
and if your bondage goes from uncomfortable to painful, I expect you to tell
me.”

Eric made another trip to the chest, and retrieved an item
with the intent of not letting her see it. He sat between her knees, and she
moaned and rotated her hips as much as possible as his finger massaged around
her clit.

“That’s it, Kendra. You’re probably about to explode, aren’t
you? I told you earlier, you can come whenever you want. I know you were close
when I was flogging you.”

She
was
close, and she whined in complaint when he
removed his magical fingers, but he replaced them with his mouth and the world
melted into nothing as ecstasy streaked through her veins.

Mid-orgasm, Eric pressed a lubed finger into her asshole,
moved his mouth enough to slide his tongue into her pussy, and proceeded to
slowly fingerfuck her ass.

Unable stop him, Kendra came until she’d have passed out if
she were human. She dragged air into her lungs so she could scream and moan,
and found herself breathless with the effort.

When the orgasm finally waned he moved his mouth back to her
clit, but it was way too sensitive for contact and she begged, “Oh, no, I can’t
take that right now! Oh, God! Please don’t! Oh, Oh, Oh. Ohhhhhhhh...”

And she was coming again. Just that fast. He tried to add
another finger in her ass while she climaxed this time, but it hurt bad enough
to stop the orgasm in its tracks and she cried out, “Raindrops!”

He pulled his fingers out, moved his mouth to her pussy
again, and Kendra forgot about everything except his mouth, his tongue —
and the orgasm slammed back into her as if it’d never left.

His finger pressed back into her ass, but just the tip, and
only one, and her orgasm didn’t wane, didn’t slow. Eric used his mouth to keep
her flying, and it was a good thing she didn’t need to breathe, because for
several long moments all she could do was experience the bliss, frozen in
place.

When she at last came down from her dizzying heights, he
removed his hands, wiped them on something, and stood to remove his clothes.

She’d known he’d be ripped, and his ab muscles made her wish
she weren’t tied down, so she could run her tongue on and around them, tracing
the well-defined, sculpted lines.

He pulled something from his jeans pocket before he let them
fall to the ground, and then skimmed out of his boxer briefs, and her focus
landed on the huge cock rising above his balls. She was still looking at it and
marveling at its size when pain exploded in her left nipple and she looked down
to see a rubber coated alligator clamp biting into the sensitive tissue.

“Too much,” she gasped, “it’s too much.”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he said as he took it off and went back
to the chest, returning with different clamps. She recognized them as being the
kind she never used on anyone, as she’d always called them ‘wimp clamps’, more
for looks than anything else.

He put one on the right nipple, first, this time, and while
it hurt, it wasn’t too bad — just enough she knew it was there. She was
nervous about the left nipple, though, still hurting from the one just on it.
He massaged her left breast a minute until the pain faded, and then put the
clamp on. She could feel the weight of them now, but not the bite.

“Better?”

“Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

“You’ve taken a good deal for me today and it’s time for
some real pleasure now, but you still need just an edge of pain, I think.”

He circled her clit with his pointer finger, not touching it
directly, and she moaned and moved her hips as much as his bondage allowed. He
crawled up on the bed between her knees and kept his finger moving all around,
but never sinking in and never coming in direct contact with her clit, driving
her fucking
crazy
. God, she needed something inside her.

“What do you want, Kendra?”

“Inside, Sir. Something inside?”

“You’re soaking wet. You must be
so
horny. What do
you want inside?”

Dammit, he knew what she wanted. Why was he making her say
it? “You, Sir. I want
you
inside me.”

“Do you want to be fucked, or do you want me to make love to
you?”

“I... I don’t know, Sir. Maybe a little of both?”

And then it hit her, he wanted to make sure she still wanted
this. He didn’t want to push it on her if she wasn’t ready. She started to ask
him to make love to her, then realized she needed a good fucking right now, and
then
realized he was positioning himself to enter her and maybe he
didn’t need any more of an answer.

She gasped as he slid in, and he slowed, let her get used to
his size, and watched her face as he pressed in, spreading, taking, owning.
When his hips finally touched her, he lowered his torso and took her mouth in a
blazing kiss that threatened to brand her soul — the passion and intimacy
so intense it brought tears to her eyes.

He pushed up onto his arms and pulled out, his gaze locked
with hers as he slowly made love to her, each stroke controlled, slow, sensual.
Kendra was in pure bliss, and she
so
wished she could hold him, wrap her
legs around him, and make love to him in return.

Eventually, he went in and held inside her and it made her
open her eyes to look at him, when she hadn’t even realized she’d closed them.

Now, she saw a different, more feral look.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Kendra.”

He flicked her nipple clamps, and while she’d forgotten
about them, she suddenly felt their bite again. The pain was still bearable,
with just enough of an edge to make her want to be well and truly fucked.

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

He kissed her one more time, gentle and slow, and then rose
above her, pulled out, and slammed into her.

Now he was fucking her — fast, hard, and loud as he
slapped into her, over and over. With Kendra’s arms and legs stuck in place,
all she could do was lie still and be pounded, but it didn’t take long for
another climax to grab hold and not let go, and he didn’t slow even a little
for her orgasm.

Twenty minutes later he was still going, every muscle in his
body strained, his body moving over her in the most luscious, erotic, primal
ways, and Kendra lost track of how many times she came.

It was hurting now, she was so
fucking
sore, but she
didn’t want it to stop. Every orgasm was an excruciating piece of euphoria that
both hurt and took her to the top of the world in the same moment, and when he
took her nipple clamps off, the extra pain of their removal drove her climax
impossibly higher.

When she’d reached a point where she was consumed by
mini-orgasms every so often, but the huge, consciousness stealing releases with
fireworks weren’t happening any more, he finally came, roaring his way through
it as he emptied into her.

She didn’t come with him, but this meant she got to watch
him in the grips of his release, and it was
magnificent
.

Eric literally came undone as he pumped into her
uncontrollably and then froze when his orgasm hit, and then pumped again
partway through, which seemed to get him started all over again. When he was
finally done, he collapsed at a bit of an angle so he wasn’t lying completely
on her, and tried to catch his breath.

She gasped in pain when he finally pulled out of her —
damn
she was glad she healed fast. If she were human she’d be walking
funny for days.

Eric went to the bathroom, returned with two towels, cleaned
her with the damp towel, and then tucked the dry one around her before he
started untying her.

“Scene’s not over yet, Kendra. I get to take care of you
now, and I want to ask you some questions while it’s all still fresh in your
mind, before you have too much time to analyze it.”

He quickly released her, and massaged her legs until she
could straighten them, then worked on her arms, from shoulders to fingers.
Kendra wasn’t used to being taken care of, and she relaxed and let him.

He turned her over to rub cream into her ass cheek, his
hands cool against her heated cheeks. He sounded a little disappointed when he
said, “The welts have already healed, and there’s no bruising.”

“Yes, Sir. We heal fast and can take a great deal of damage.
It still hurts when it happens, though.” She moved her head so she could look
at him, and grinned as she told him, “It’s a good thing my body repairs itself
so fast, otherwise I’d be walking funny for a few days. Sir.”