Spirit (24 page)

I flex my wrists inside the cuffs, and find their lack of any give oddly satisfying. I’m restrained, I can relinquish any sense of control or responsibility now. Matt will do what he wants, and in so doing give me what I need. This is sir time.

“You’ve done a good job of lubing the plug. I reckon it could just go straight in. What do you think, Beth?”

“Whatever you say, sir.” Thank God I was thorough.

“Yeah, maybe. But we both enjoy this part, don’t we, little slut?” He parts my butt cheeks and inserts one unlubed finger into my arse. He presses hard and it slips right inside as I instinctively push back against him. I stifle a groan as he pulls his finger back and plunges it in again.

“Cute arse, love. So receptive.”

“Aagh, yes. Yes, sir.” It’s difficult to concentrate as he finger-fucks my arse hard, adding a second finger as my anus loosens. His actions are gentle but very firm, he’s in a no-nonsense mood. I appreciate his care. He’s opening me for the plug to make it a little easier for me.

“How are your nipples?”

“Hot, sir.”

“Mmm, I have the very thing for you. Once this plug’s in I’ll show you what I mean.”

He pulls his fingers out, and reaches for the saucer. I flinch as he touches me again, this time with fingertips coated in the peppermint oil. He circles my anus, and smears it across my labia too. As the icy burn radiates across my most sensitive skin all my instincts scream at me at once to close my legs, but I squash that impulse. I hold still, breathing hard and deep through my mouth as the sensation washes through me. I can do this, and I know from past experience that once the initial shock of the unfamiliar dissipates, the heightened sensitivity it creates making every touch, every slightest breath of contact, excruciating in its exquisite intensity.

Even so, despite my resolve, the first ripple of sensation as he inserts one lubed finger into me makes me cry out. Christ, this is hard.

Matt stops, but doesn’t remove his finger. He keeps it still as my arse contracts hard around it, my own movements now turning up the heat. I know that in theory at least I can control the intensity to some extent by relaxing my muscles, by not clenching. I have never managed to do so. My arse is one of my most erogenous zones, anything goes in there and I’m clenching like mad, my clit swelling and pulsating. I get desperate. Fast.

Matt allows me a few moments to adjust, then he sinks his finger right in, working the cool burn against my inner tissues. I whimper, the pain is close to unbearable but I don’t even consider safe wording. Not for a moment. The intimacy of these moments, my total vulnerability, and my absolute trust make for a heady submissive cocktail. I relax into the scene, lifting my bottom higher.

“Good girl. I love you.”

Matt’s murmured words are all the affirmation I need. I almost purr as he reaches for the plug.

He pushes the blunt tip against my unresisting opening, and presses it forward. I know to push back, and as I do so I will my body to open for him. In moments the large plug slips past my outer ring of muscle and embeds inside me, my anus closing around the narrowed neck to hold it in place.

The heat takes a few seconds to register, then it hits me, white hot and ice cold at the same time, a bizarre, almost indescribable sensation. I let out a scream and fall forward onto the mattress, squirming against the restraining cuffs. Matt was right, if he hadn’t fastened my hands behind me I’d be trying to pull the plug out myself.

Matt stretches out alongside me and pulls me into his arms, my back against his chest, my bum to his groin. His trousers scrape my still tender buttocks as I rub myself against him, my movements jerking, frantic.

“Okay. You’re okay, Beth. I have you. Relax and let it happen.”

His voice is low, soothing, his quiet confidence penetrating the chaos of conflicting sensations to calm me. I stop moaning and wriggling, and manage to lie still in his arms.

“Sir? Sir, I need…”

“I know. I know. Tell me about your nipples, love. How are they feeling now? Still hot?” He palms my right breast and rubs the nipple hard, as though to test the temperature for himself.

“Agh, yes, sir. Still hot!”

“Oh, good.” He stands up, looking down at me, his expression firming again, the stern dom look. “I want you to kneel up now. Shoulders back, present your breasts to me.”

I manage to obey him, all the while my inner tissues spasming and contracting, stretched tight against the hard surface of the butt plug filling my arse. Waves of pain pulse through me as I try to subdue the crashing riot of sensation. It feels like the sensual equivalent of din, like an orchestra where all the instruments are sounding forth at once, but with no reference or regard to each other. Not tuneful, not music, just a din.

“Get your head around what’s happening. Own it. Ride with it.”

I nod, still feeling more than a little overwhelmed as Matt steps away from the bed, heading for the small drinks fridge he bought a few weeks ago to make sure we always have chilled water in here. He grabs a small bottle of water and a glass and pours himself a drink. I’m puzzled, we usually drink straight from the bottle, but I have greater problems to worry about as my arse throbs mercilessly. I’m having to kneel up, my bottom raised as I don’t dare relax my weight onto my heels, or the bed, for fear of moving the plug and starting all the sensual cacophony off again.

Matt drags the ice-making tray from the freezer compartment and shakes out a couple of ice cubes, dropping them into his glass of water. He comes back to the bed, the ice rattling against the tumbler. Standing in front of me he takes a drink, and manages to snag an ice cube between his teeth. He sucks on it as he reaches for my left breast, taking the nipple between his finger and thumb. He squeezes, re-igniting the fire of sensation there.

With a smile he sits next to me, turning my body to face him. He leans in and takes my sore nipple between his lips, pushing the ice cube against the swollen bud with his tongue. It feels heavenly, I let my head drop back and I sigh. I arch my back, pressing my nipple harder against the ice.

Matt straightens, then cups my right breast in his hand. This time he strokes my nipple, the pad of his thumb gentle against my skin. The heat is there, but less intense and I experience a perverse disappointment that the relief to come will be reduced in proportion. Such is the power of a BDSM mind-fuck.

The ice still in his mouth, Matt leans in to suck on my right nipple. This time it is the soft chill of his mouth which soothes my discomfort, the cool caress achingly tender as he wraps his tongue around the distended peak, flicking and lapping at it. This time I allow my head to drop forward, I kiss the back of his head.

“I love you, sir.”

I feel his lips curl into a smile, though he does not break contact with my breast.

For several minutes he alternates between each of my nipples, the cold of his caress drawing the tingle from my skin to leave a damp, satisfied glow behind. At last, the ice cube dissolved, he stands up again.

“How’s the plug feeling now?”

“It’s not so bad now, sir. As long as I don’t squeeze.”

“Turn around. Show me.”

I shuffle until I have my back to him, then I lean forward and lift up my bum. I let out a yelp as Matt takes the protruding finger-grip and twists the plug inside me. He pushes it to one side, then swirls it, ensuring it rubs against every part of my inner walls. The yelp turns into a scream.

“Better. We wouldn’t want you becoming complacent, would we? I’m going to fuck your arse with the plug, then with my cock. It’s not meant to feel nice, but you’re going to let me do it anyway. I do expect you to be very vocal though, girl. I’m looking forward to that.”

I don’t think I disappoint as he manipulates the huge plug inside me and I whimper with each fresh wave of heat as it engulfs my body. My arse clenches, quite beyond my control, and with every internal contraction the pain deepens, radiates, penetrates further.

“Yellow, sir.” I shriek my safe word at him, as he surely knew I would if he maintained the relentless pressure long enough. Matt stops, and it is only then I realise I am trembling.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, sir. But could I have a break please? Just a minute or so?”

“Yes, of course.” He releases the clip holding my wrists together, though he doesn’t remove the cuffs. “Roll onto your back and relax. Take your time, there’s no hurry. Then you can rest until you tell me you’re ready to carry on.”

“Thank you, sir.” I shift gingerly onto my back, taking care not to disturb the plug any more than I can help. I lift my knees so that my spine curves, raising my bottom from the mattress. The position is comfortable, or as much as it could be in the circumstances, as long as I don’t move.

Matt offers me a drink from the water remaining in the bottle. I shake my head. He puts the bottle back in the fridge, then comes to lie alongside me.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

“Really? I feel like a wimp. Asking for a time out.”

“You’re wrong. I know this is hard, but you’re a natural. So determined. Such a sweet subbie, I can’t believe I didn’t see it straight away.”

“I didn’t know, why would you?”

“It’s my job to know. A dom thing.”

I lie in silence for a few moments, considering. Then, “I didn’t expect to like it. This. Not really.”

“No?”

“No. But I was curious. And I wanted you. So much. I always wanted you.”

He cups my chin with his hand and turns my face towards his. His expression now is gentle, warm. My stomach quivers, driven by something much more powerful than mere lust. He brushes his lips across mine, then breathes his reply into my ear. “I want you too.”

“You have me.”

“I phrased that badly. I love you.”

“I love you too, sir.”

He kisses me again, feathering his mouth across my eyes, my cheeks, my nose, before at last settling on my lips. He nibbles, sucks, teases my lips with his tongue. I open ready to welcome him, but he doesn’t seem to want to take. He slides down, nuzzling his way past my breasts and stomach and over my neat mound. I part my thighs, hardly daring to hope that he might…

“Oh God. Oh, oh sir…” I groan in sheer delight as he reaches my clit and flicks it with his tongue. He glances back at me.

“You can come in a moment. Not just yet. I’ll tell you.”

“But, sir, I can’t help it. If you do that again.”

“Trust me. And try.”

He returns to my clit, which is positively throbbing under his ministrations, and does it again. And again. I writhe on the bed, oblivious now to any ripples of cool burn created by the peppermint oil. My entire world is focused on the delirious joy of what is happening, what he’s doing to me. My orgasm is bubbling, boiling, ready to sweep over me, through me, ready to pour from my core and flood out into every corner. Somehow I manage to scramble back from the brink. Matt does nothing to help, sucking on my clit and plunging three fingers into my cunt. He curls them to rub my G-spot, and I know that I can’t hold out. He didn’t threaten to punish me, but I hate to disappoint him. He asked me to wait, so I…

“Now, Beth, Come now. Scream for me.”

So I do, my body convulsing as my orgasm surges through my body. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure wash through me, my entire nervous system tingling as I come hard and long. Even after the first rush of delight is passed the aftershocks continue to ripple, and Matt milks those, licking, rubbing, finger-fucking me until the final shudders die away.

I lie still, then let out a small grunt of discomfort as Matt pulls the plug from my arse, the sensation masked by the veil of pure joy he wrapped it in.

I know he’s changed the scene, softened it, found a way to get me past the safe word moment as well as demonstrate his love for me. If I weren’t so exhausted, my head still spinning, I’d thank him. As it is I settle for trailing my fingers through his hair.

Neither of us speaks. There is no need.

Matt kneels up and unfastens his trousers, losing them and his boxers in seconds flat. He retrieves a condom from the pocket before he dumps his pants on the floor.

I frown, puzzled. We stopped using condoms months ago.

Matt grins at me. “I intend to fuck your arse, girl. I’ll share body fluids, but not peppermint oil.”

I try for a grumpy scowl. “How come you get let off?”

It’s a dom thing.”

I wake, stretch, try to remember why I feel so happy, Today is special. Something…

My mosaic!
The solar panels arrive today, the Land Rovers, the engineers to start installing them. Exactly to my specification, to recreate my design, bring it to life.

I roll over, and wince. My bum hurts, inside and out. I lie still for a few moments, recalling in vivid detail the moment when Matt drove his sheathed cock deep into my arse. The delicate walls there were already sensitised by the peppermint oil, stretched by the plug and now expanding again to accept the full length of his solid erection.

After the moment of supreme tenderness we had just shared he had shifted back into his dom persona. It’s like flicking a switch, sometimes. Instant change. Matt was almost brutal as he pounded into me, fucking me hard, then harder still. I recall I cried out, though not in pain. Or not entirely.

He lifted my legs to hook my feet on his shoulders and rammed his cock deeper. At the same time he sank his fingers into my pussy, the heel of his hand rubbing my clit. Less than a minute after he’d brought me to the most shattering climax I could imagine, he did it again. And carried on doing it. I lost count, and still he continued, dragging orgasm after orgasm from me until my body had no more to give. I begged him to finish, to let me rest. He lowered my legs and leaned in to kiss me, but that was the only concession I won. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to go limp as he coaxed the last two or three orgasms from me, before finally driving his cock deep and holding still. His entire body stiffened as he came, the blue of his eyes intense behind his half-closed lids.