Submissive Desires (13 page)

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Smart girl. She wouldn’t have liked those consequences at all.

He leaned down suddenly as he manipulated her for his own pleasure – hers being incidental at this point – and nibbled gently at the soft white inner thigh she offered up to him so naturally, biting only enough to let her feel the edges of his teeth, just letting her feel a contrast between the ecstasy of his fingertips making her spiral closer and closer towards her end, and the carefully controlled pain of his nipping mouth and soothing lips.

He worked his way towards where his fingers were busily teasing her, slowly, determinedly, loving the way she was writhing and moaning, pulling hard against the bed frame in her pleasure, air puffing out of her lungs as if she was running a marathon.

But he wasn’t about to let her get off that easily, and suddenly, he left her bereft, aching, hips arching and seeking the fiery pleasure he had conjured and built within her, calling to every molecule in her body to yield and submit to him, and, completely ignoring any advice to the contrary from her always cautious mind, they had.

Her body was his, completely his, already.

And he had just left her there, pulsing and aching, hurting and swollen and ready for him. Simon was across the room, getting something out of his suitcase, if she could tell accurately by the sounds of zippers being unzipped.

When he spoke, though, it was from right next to her, next to the bed. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

Grateful not to be in the dark any longer, she did exactly as she was told – for one of the few times in her life. But when she turned to find his eyes, what she focused on was the large wooden paddle in his hand. It probably wasn’t that big in reality – maybe it was the holes that made it seem that way, or it just looked that way to her because she knew what it was going to be doing to her in the next few minutes . . .

And when she looked up, at him, Maura couldn’t help but notice how his biceps bulged and flexed. Oh, God, he was so strong! Without trying he could really punish her with that thing!

Simon could see the thoughts running through her head, and did nothing to soothe her at this point. Occasionally, he believed that a little fear was a good thing. And she was going to be disciplined, well and truly, until she was screaming from it.

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It didn’t turn out that the screaming took long to achieve. Simon was thanking God that this wasn’t a cheap place, and that it had pretty good insulation, or the cops would’ve been beating down their door. When she’d met his eyes, he’d said one word. “Tummy.”

Maura’s whole body had spasmed, but mostly the area between her legs. She’d always wanted to be spanked and paddled and a whole lot else. But staring down the reality of that paddle, and coming to grips with the fact that it was going to be warming her bottom very soon, at this strong, sinewy man’s behest, was another thing entirely.

Still, she swallowed hard once, then rolled onto her stomach.

Simon produced two soft suede restraints, which he secured to the headboard as well as around her wrists, whispering ominously, “I think that you’re going to need some help staying still for this, honey, and I don’t want you to reach back and accidentally hit your hand with your paddle.”

“Your paddle” he’d said. The one that would be used on her whenever she didn’t meet his expectations. Obey his orders. Submit to him. The thoughts that churned through her head were making her genitals throb even worse, and now her bottom was going to chime in with them, only for an entirely different reason. She wondered if the pain would add or detract from her arousal? Sometimes she fantasized about gentle punishments – good girl spankings – and sometimes she didn’t think there was enough pain in the world to satisfy her, and her dreams when she felt like that always frightened her.

But this was nothing like her wet dreams. This was reality – there really was a man standing over the bed with a very hard looking paddle in his hand, arranging two pillows with a raised eyebrow. Maura didn’t even try to pretend that she didn’t know what he meant by that. She knew he wasn’t trying to see to her comfort in anyway, but rather that he wanted her to lay over them so that her bottom would be an easier target for the strokes he was going to deliver.

Still moving somewhat reluctantly, despite her curiosity and desire, she lay over them, realizing suddenly just how vulnerable this position was going to make her feel – her butt was going to be jacked up in the air - even just slightly bent as she was, her bottom was thrown into incredible prominence, and, with her hands bound, there was no way she would be able to do anything but let her bottom hang out there and greet each stroke as it fell.

“Good girl,” he complimented softly, laying the paddle on top of her bottom for a moment while he shrugged out of his t-shirt.

Unable to stop herself, she turned her head and asked him, “Did I do something wrong?”

His grin made her heart stop. “No, Maura. I just want to punish you.”

And with that, he began.

The paddle was completely unforgiving, and Simon was totally merciless. She was groaning by the fifth stroke, and screaming by the eleventh, but he paid absolutely no attention. The holes in the paddle were raising lovely round blisters, and he made sure that the entire area of her bottom and the backs of her thighs were nicely decorated with them, then he went back over both areas, laying down a second set of them.

Maura couldn’t believe how quickly she’d been reduced to a mass of writhing pain, but he’d done it in a humiliatingly short amount of time. She wiggled and squirmed so much that he put an elaborate system of straps on her ankles that kept her legs trapped fast to the mattress – she could barely even drum her feet, not having enough leeway in the straps to do so. Begging and promising to be good gave her a false sense of hope that somehow, some time she would say some sort of magical phrase that would make him stop – but it never happened.

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She didn’t know how many strokes she took, and Simon didn’t count. He just reddened her bottom in ever more frighteningly deeper shades of red. When he’d finished, her skin was a mottled map of bright and dark red, with several areas – such as the very bottom of her butt curve where butt became thigh, his favorite spot – already working on bruised blues.

Maura had long since done that breathing thing where all of her breath was expelled out at once, then several more sobs came out on the next indrawn breath, only to end up expending it all again as the paddle fell and fell and fell. Whatever makeup she had been wearing – light foundation, eye makeup, lipstick, all of it, had been cried onto the pillow he’d casually placed under her head when it became apparent that she was going to scream through the majority of the session, so that she could stifle her cries and wails into it.

While she was trying to recover her breath, Simon physically turned her over, placing himself between her legs, spreading them wide by the mere presence of his broad shoulders between them as well as his hands on her inner thighs. Testing her waters, he inserted his index finger deep inside her pussy, finding it still as drenched as it had been before her spanking, maybe a little bit more so. Simon was extremely satisfied by this, and added a second finger, stretching her with no preamble and pumping into her firmly, listening for the sounds of her changes in breathing from drowning in pain to noticing the pleasurable feelings he was inspiring at the front of her throbbing backside.

Finally, he pressed his face into her cleft, arranging her legs splayed over his shoulders as his mouth began to suckle, tongue lapping and laving, his rock hard cock becoming just that much harder when he finally drew a long, low moan of pure pleasure from her and he knew she had finally come back to him from that place of pain he’d driven her to, come back to realize that her pussy was very full – having added a third finger with some difficulty – she was marvelously tight – and that her clit was inescapably surrounded by his warm wet mouth.

Still bound tightly, unable to even make a pretense of trying to stop him from doing what he was doing – not that she would after a spanking like that anyway – all Maura could so was lie there on her incredibly sore bottom and be propelled – with absolutely no control about it – inevitably towards what she knew would be a tremendously hard orgasm.

Simon had a type A personality. What he did, he did damned well, and lovemaking and discipline were two things that he liked to think that he excelled at. He didn’t brag, but he could almost always deliver what most women were looking for – even in vanilla sex. But Maura – despite her natural reticence

– didn’t possess a vanilla bone in her body, and what she wanted – what she’d told him she craved and needed from a man – was exactly what he wanted to provide for her. What he’d just done for her – the paddling – was a mere taste of what he would do with her if she truly became his.

Oh, it was a reasonable expectation of how he would punish her regularly – whether she’d done anything to need it or not – but there was so much more beyond that that he wanted to explore with her.

They would do a little exploring this weekend, and he hoped that it would be enough to entice her into maybe making the commitment of living with him eventually.

But that was down the line. Right now, he was thoroughly enjoying controlling her pleasure, and was very gratified to see that her responses to ecstasy were as blatant and natural as they were to pain. Her nipples were pink tipped and tight, reaching for the caresses of his mouth or fingers and her wonderful little cunny was literally bathing him in her juices as he worried that little button of hers, watching her head thrash back and forth, loving the way she tugged at her tethered wrists in frustration as he pressed his advantage home, flicking faster with his tongue over the very top tip of her clit, thrusting his fingers deeper, then, the piece de resistance – he reached beneath her with a free hand and squeezed a battered butt cheek, feeling the welts and blisters and deliberately reawakening the hurt there, forcing her into a violent culmination.

And violent it was – he’d never heard a woman scream so long and low – if he hadn’t known better, he would have thought that he’d been beating her to inspire such a mournful wail and such energetic bucking and writhing – it was very much as if she was trying to avoid the cane, frankly. That was 57

what her movements reminded him of. It seemed to hit her very, very hard, and he could barely stand to watch her convulse as she did. He took it in as long as he could, coaxing spasms from her taut body, then let himself go get what he’d wanted for so long – climbing up to lie on top of her, keeping her legs over his elbows, forcing them to spread wide and keeping them back so that he had the ultimate access to her still pulsating body.

Although she seemed to be relaxed when he entered her, and was certainly lubricated well enough, she was still amazingly tight, and he was swollen to epic proportions from his exertions on her behalf – both his explorations of her body and his punishment of it – that he could tell it wasn’t an easy accommodation for her to make – which he also liked. He liked that she had to think about submitting her body to him, that it wasn’t easy for her, that he had to work to make his way inside her slowly, firmly, determinedly. Maura was whimpering with every advance, tugging on the restraints that kept her hands completely out of his way, and he was sure he was going to disgrace himself at those plaintive sounds, but he managed not to – barely, by the skin of his teeth.

Fully buried within her, he found himself entirely unable to stifle the urge to plunge, and, since there was no real need for him to stifle anything about his wants or needs around her – that was what she was there for – he didn’t. Simon loosed himself on her, totally letting go of the tight rein he normally held on himself, and indulging his need to take her – to overwhelm her physically and brand his stamp of ownership onto and into her. He didn’t know what she was thinking, but as far as he was concerned, she would never be with another man from this point forwards.

She was his.

That thought paramount in his mind, he rammed into her as fast and furiously as any male with his mate, keeping her submissive beneath him by sheer weight and size, not allowing her to deny him access to her most intimate, moist secrets, claiming them – and every bit of her – as his own.

Lying helpless beneath him, Maura could do nothing but accept him, accept that she must submit to him while still trying to recover from the incredible orgasm he’d wrung from her. His size as he towered over her, hips pistoning, muscles bulging with the effort, and the weight and length of him within her were totally overwhelming, and she knew that that was what he wanted; he wanted her to be so full of him – taste, touch, vision – all of her senses – that she would bend to his will in all things.

And, although it frightened her a little – as most new things did – Maura knew that she wasn’t that far off from that exact mind set, even as he plunged into her for the first time, spreading her inner secret wide open around him, then requiring that she remain that way – legs hefted in a horribly exposed manner over his arms to further denigrate her ability to deny him any sort of access. Bound as she was, having this done to her, made women’s liberation chants niggle in the back of her mind, but her body loved every overly stretched, possessed, undeniably pleasurable second of it.

He groaned aloud and arched into her, pouring himself into her with several more hard thrusts, stopping just short of allowing Maura a second culmination and leaving her an aching mass of denied satisfaction.

Simon lay atop her for a long while as they both tried to marshal their breathing. He was successful first, and rolled slowly to one side to lie on his back with one hand flopping negligently onto his flat stomach. “I knew you were just going to burn me up, woman. But I think you darn near to killed me,”

he rumbled, eyes closed, barely managing to breathe.

Maura struggled in her bonds. “Would – would you untie me, please?” she asked, trying to crane her head up enough to see if she could see how the straps worked and release them on her own.