The Kinky Side Scrooge of Scrooge (6 page)

Chapter Ten

"Oh, dear, you just came," he said in her ear, and his grin told her just how pleased he was with that. She had just given him an excuse, in case he needed one, to punish her.

She slowly returned to earth from her trip to the depths of bliss.

"You did that on purpose… Sir!" she accused him. But he didn’t answer her accusation. He just helped her stand steady on her feet before he released her.

"I believe I told you I didn’t want to hear any protests, didn’t I?" he asked, his tone colder than ever, as he pushed the ropes back into place, viciously tugging them over her clit.

"Yes, Sir!" she mumbled, gasping, the shot of pain rushing through her body.

"Did you or did you not disobey my order?" he asked her again.

"Yes Sir, I did," she admitted, struggling with the huge desire of kicking him in the ass. Maybe she wasn’t cut out to be a submissive, after all.

"Did I or did I not tell you not to come without permission? And that if you did, you would be punished?" he asked again, and she felt her rage reach even higher levels.

"Yes, Sir, you did. What you didn’t say was that you would do all in your power to make me come, and that's unfair," she added, unable to hold her tongue.

He almost laughed. He was poking her, just to see what kind of submissive she was. And though she had behaved so beautifully while he was tying her, he had known the whole time she was a real shrew, and that it would show up sooner or later. But instead of being displeased, he liked her strong spirit. She was a very strong woman, even while submitting.

"A second protest, your punishments are starting to pile up."

She looked at him and he could see all the rage she had inside. The best part was, despite all that, she still wasn’t calling red.

Katherine bit her lips hard to stop herself from adding even more punishments. She wanted so much to wipe that hideous smile off his face with a good, old punch.

"Anything else to add?" he asked, teasing her.

"No, Sir!" she answered between clenched teeth.

"Good. Let's proceed then to your punishment." He announced and she couldn’t help shuddering a bit.

She had never been punished in her life. Her parents had never laid a hand on her, not because they were loving parents, just because they were never around long enough for that. So she had no idea how she was going to feel about it. She had witnessed  many punishment scenes in all the clubs she had been to in the past year, and she had felt aroused seeing them, but she had no idea how it would feel on her own skin or if she would be able to take it.

"What are you going to do, Sir?" she asked, apprehensively. "I've never done this before, so I have no idea of what to expect," she admitted.

"Not more than you can take, I'm sure, but if you feel it's too much, call red and we'll discuss it," he answered his tone blatant.

"Discuss? I thought calling red would end things completely," she said, puzzled.

"Only if you want to stop, otherwise, we'll discuss whatever is bothering you and decide if we should continue or not," he explained patiently. "But, if you call red by whim, I'll be the one ending it all. I have no time to waste with fakes. You have to be dedicated to this as much as I am; even when it comes to receiving your punishments."

"I see," she said, having trouble combining the two sides of him, the cold-hearted badass and the considerate dominant.

"And I believe we can add another punishment to your list. If I'm not mistaken, it's been three times now you failed to address me correctly."

She looked at him, failing to understand what he was saying until flashes of the three mentioned times came to her mind and she moaned, frustrated.

"Yes, Sir!"

"Let's start then," he grabbed her by her hair again, and led her to one of the spanking benches. It had a support for her legs, so she was going to be kneeling over it, her legs spread and her torso bending over the bench, exposing her ass to him. Her hands were already tied at her back, so he fastened a strap of leather over her mid back to ensure she wouldn’t be able to get up.

She was panting hard, nervousness and anticipation rushing through her at a maddening pace.

"Since it's your first time, I'll warm you up a bit before I get to the punishment itself. It will be easier on you," he said, but for her it was as if he was talking Chinese. "Ready?"

"Yes Sir!"

He stood beside the bench, with full access to her whole body and then he ran his hand over her buttocks a couple of times before he started to smack them.

He started with light smacks, just teasers, as he hit every inch of her ass, but slowly he increased the strength of the blows until he reached a point where every single blow stung like hell and her whimpers were loud and clear. She was sure her buttocks would be completely red.

He stopped, his hands again caressing her reddened skin, his fingers sliding through her slit, finding her still wet, and he was sure she was even wetter than before.

Katherine was gasping for air. She was making a huge effort not to cry in front of him, but she knew she wouldn’t hold on much longer. When he slid his finger down her slit, the moan that came out of her mouth had nothing to do with pain. It was of sheer pleasure, and she felt as a wave of pleasure wash over her whole body.

He stepped back and grabbed a black leather paddle from a cabinet nearby and showed it to her.

"I'll give you fifteen strokes: ten for coming without permission and five for being disrespectful," he announced to her and she closed her eyes, not sure she could bear it. Her buttocks already hurt a lot. "And I'm being kind here, because it's your first time; otherwise, I would be using my cane, at least thirty times, so be thankful," he added, in that cold tone she was starting to hate.

"Yes, Sir," she accepted.

He smacked her hard with the paddle, filling her eyes with tears.

"I said 'be thankful'," he repeated his order, "and this one doesn’t count."

She sobbed and managed to mumble, "Thank you Sir." But he could sense her rage. Her spirit was still high. "You're such a considered Dom, Sir."

Away from her eyes, he smiled a broad, pleased, smile. That was his girl.

"Since you are so talkative now, I want you to count every blow, and thank me for each one of them," he decided at the last moment, wanting her to feel so enraged that the pain would go by more easily. "Are we clear, sub?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good!"

And the first blow came down hard, over her left buttock, and she muffled a small cry, pressing her mouth to the bench.

"One, Sir, thank you," she said through gritted teeth.

The second one fell over her right cheek and again she managed to hide her cry.

"Two, Sir, thank you." 

And three, four, five. And he stopped. His hand caressed the offended skin, appeasing some of the pain, and she even sensed something that felt like soft kisses, but she discarded that idea as inconceivable.But he was indeed kissing her, relishing the redness of her skin, the welts left by his own hand. Once more, he slid his fingers through her slit, brushing them all over her pussy, taking special care with her clit, rubbing it, pressing it hard until he heard her moan, her hands clasping hard.

And it started again, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and by then, she had tears running down her cheeks, her buttocks were on fire, and she wanted to kill him for making her thank him for it.

He stopped again, once more caressing her skin, appeasing the pain and making sure she felt even more aroused, teasing her clit until he heard her whimper with pleasure.

The eleventh blow came, and this time she wasn’t able to stop it.

She screamed at the stinging.

"Eleven, Sir… thank you," she shouted, sobbing even more.

"Do you want to call red, sub?" he asked, but he knew she wouldn’t. She was hurting, but he was sure she could take that and so much more.

"No, Sir, I don’t," she answered, through gritted teeth again.

"We will have to discuss that bad habit you seem to have of talking through gritted teeth," he admonished her, and she wished she could use those teeth to bite him hard, no matter where.

"Yes, Sir!" she answered.

The twelfth blow landed, and she cried even harder.

"Twelve, Sir… thank you," she said through sobs.

The thirteenth blow came fast after that, and she could almost swear it wasn’t as hard as the last ones, but that couldn’t be right, could it? He wouldn’t go easy on her.

"Thirteen, Sir… thank you," she shouted again, closing her eyes, telling herself she had to be insane to accept this, to go through all this pain, just because she had contravened some stupid rules.

The last two landed in a fast mode, not allowing her to count them separately.

"Fourteen and fifteen, Sir… thank you," she said, sobbing a bit less, sighing with relief when he dropped the damned paddle to the floor.

"Good girl!" The pleasure was obvious in his tone. Her face was red, her eyes swollen, her cheeks drenched in tears, but those two little words had the power to make her feel better than if she had just won the biggest prize in the universe, and she sighed with pleasure.

Chapter Eleven

Katherine felt him fuss behind her, and she felt the ropes around her pussy get loosened, and then completely removed. She was still bent over the bench, and she could feel him now behind her, between her spread legs.

He caressed her sore skin once more, running his fingers over the welts, hearing her whimper beneath his touch, before he went down on her, kissing her skin, licking it, making some of the pain go away.

His fingers went back to her sore pussy, now freed of the ropes, rubbing it, poking her entrance and teasing her clit, enjoying the obvious change on the tone of her sobs.

He entered her with one of his fingers, in a single thrust, caressing her inner walls, feeling the shudders of her body.

She was so ready for him, and his shaft was so hard, he no longer could hold back. He removed his fingers from her, smiling at her moans of protest, and unzipped his pants, finally releasing his hard cock from its imprisonment.

He grabbed her by her buttocks, running his cock up and down her slit, smearing it in her cream. Then he rammed it in, hard and deep, feeling, for the first time, the wild pleasure of her walls welcoming him, clenching around him as he stretched her.

In and out, he shoved himself, matching his growls with her moans, knowing he wouldn’t last long.

Katherine gasped as he entered her, pain from her smacks mixing with the incredible pleasure of feeling him buried inside her, feeling her body shudder more and more, and she knew she was going to come again.

"Please… Sir, please!" she begged.

"Are you ready for me, sub? Are you ready to come for me?" he asked her, his breath labored

"Yes, Sir, Yes!"

He growled once more before he ordered her:

"Then come with me, do it!"

And her body simply obeyed. The pleasure building inside her exploded in wild waves of pleasure that threw her over the edge, taken by him into a fantastic dimension where only pleasure and bliss existed.

Feeling her shudder and quiver underneath him, the way her walls clenched hard around him and her cries of pleasure was more than he could take so he let himself go, pouring his essence deep inside her, as his body was taken by powerful shudders.

He leaned his head back, taking a deep breath as his body slowly came back to normal. That had been one of the most powerful experiences he had ever had.

Katherine had her eyes closed, still panting, her heart drumming in her chest. She had gotten her answer. That was why she was there. She had never experienced something like what had just happened between Alec and her. And she wasn’t talking just about the physical pleasure. Incredibly, they had managed to create a strong bond between them, that had taken the experience to a higher level, a level she didn’t even know existed. Everything was worth it for living something like this. Everybody should live it at least once in their lives.

Alec let his cock slide out of her drenched pussy, watching, pleased as their mixed juices slowly came out of her, rolling down her inner thighs.

Carefully, he released her from the bench and carried her to the bed, laying her there, her golden mane spread over the burgundy sheets, her eyes closed, and an expression of bliss on her face that only made him feel more pleased.

Slowly he started to remove the ropes from her body, relishing every ligature mark printed in her ivory skin. She only moaned of displeasure when blood rushed back to her breasts, but it only lasted a moment.

He lay in bed next to her, and pulled her towards him, making her rest her head in the crook of his arm.

"Are you alright, sub?" he asked his voice with a rare warm tone.

She opened her eyes slightly, just to make sure she wasn’t delirious, amazed to see the pleased smile on his face.

"Yes, I'm alright, Sir," she admitted.

"Do you think you want to learn more? Experience more?" he asked, his fingers trailing the rope marks on her breasts.

"Yes, I'm sure I want to, Sir," she answered, sighing.

"Do you think you'll still feel the same when you try to sit later and your lovely buttocks hurt like hell?" he asked, half teasing, half serious.

She snorted, furious.

"I'm not that shallow," she replied. A hard smack landed on her back thigh. "Hey!"

"Don’t snort at me, and you forgot again," he explained, with a devious smile on his face. "I can see punishments will be a regular event between us."

"Only because you're a sadistic Dom, Sir," she answered, furious.

"Yes, I am, I'm a sadist, and you my dear have more of a masochist inside you than you ever thought possible," he answered, sure of his words. Despite all the pain he knew she had gone through, her arousal had never diminished, and he was sure he could train her to endure more, much more.

"No, I'm sure you're wrong. I hated every second of that punishment… Sir," she retorted.

"Time will prove me right. And adding it like that won't work," he said, referring to her last minute addition of the word Sir.

"Yes, Sir," she said, after discreetly showing him her tongue.

"I saw that, and that's the second time I’ve caught you doing that, sub," he said, and though his tone was amused, she was sure he wouldn’t forget it and she would have to pay for it.

"I'm so sorry, Sir." But her tone made it clear she wasn’t.

"The night is still young, and tonight we're having some performances here at the club. Would you like to stick around to see them?" he invited her, wanting to keep her with him for a while longer.

"What kind of performances?" she asked, curious.

"We'll have a couple of riggers, a Dom experienced with fireplay, another one that is an expert in knifeplay, and yet another that works beautifully with needles," he informed her.

"Wow, that's heavy stuff, Sir."

"Yes, but believe me, it's a lifetime experience to see these guys working." He pulled her chin up, making her face him. "Do you want to stay?"

"Yes, I would love to, Sir."

"I'll expect you to act as my sub the whole time," he warned her.

"And what does that mean, exactly, Sir?" she asked, puzzled.

"You'll be respectful at all times. If I sit, you'll kneel next to me. You won't talk unless I ask you something, and if someone else talks to you, you must always ask for my permission to answer them," he told her.

"Really? Are you serious, Sir?" she couldn’t but help.

"I'm not a high protocol master, but I am very strict. I have my own rules, and I expect them to be followed blindly; no protests will be tolerated," he confirmed he was dead serious. "If you think it's too much for you, I want to know it now."

She looked at him and considered her options. Was she willing to do all that just to be with him? Was he worth all that trouble? She didn’t have much knowledge of BDSM protocols, but she was aware that high protocol didn’t stray far from the total objectification of the submissive. He had said he didn’t go that far, but he sure was way stricter than any other Dom she had met in the past year.

But, the truth was she had been feeling a bit disappoint those last weeks, for not being able to find someone that met her expectations. So far, Alec had surpassed them, even the wildest ones.

"Will you teach me what you want me to do, Sir? Or do you plan to punish me for making mistakes I'm not aware of?" she asked, because she had no intention to become his boxing bag.

"Have I done that to you?" he asked in a cold tone.

"No, Sir, I just want to make things clear between us," she answered, sincerely.

"Very well, I'll always tell you in advance what I expect from you. But once warned, there's no suitable excuse," he added.

"Yes, Sir, then, I agree to stay."

"I'll make you wear a temporary collar, since I want everyone to know that you're taken. It's not a real collar, just something for you to wear whenever we are here at the club," he announced, jumping out of bed.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Come join me in the shower. We need to get you cleaned up and ready for the rest of the night," he said, stretching out his hand, offering her support. She grabbed his hand and let him pull her out of bed.

He took her to a huge shower where he dedicated the following minutes to carefully washing her body, taking special care with her very sore buttocks.

"Does it hurt too much?" he asked, when she moaned while he was soaping her ass cheeks.

She thought about it before she answered his question. Yes, she felt the burning sensation on her ass, and she was sure she would hurt when she sat on it, but it wasn’t that bad. Her moan had more than pain in it, but she still wasn’t ready to admit that.

"No Sir, not too much," she answered.

"Good girl," he replied, with a wicked smile. "Your turn to wash me, girl," he ordered, handing her the bathing cloth.

She took it gladly, taking the chance to explore his fantastic body, running her soapy fingers over his hard muscles.

When she reached his cock, she hesitated, but he encouraged her to go on, taking her hand in his and guiding it there. She washed it thoroughly, loving the way his cock reacted to her touch, the way it grew underneath her hand.

He moaned, pleased, and she smiled.

"It seems I'll need some help, now, girl," he said, resting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her gently to her knees, presenting her his hard, fat cock.

She didn’t hesitate. She grabbed him with her hands and taking her tongue out, she flipped its tip all over his head, enjoying the softness of its skin, its bittersweet taste before she took the head into her mouth, sucking hard, eager to feel that first drop of nectar flooding her mouth with  exquisite flavor, and she wasn’t disappointed.

He pushed himself a bit further into her mouth, showing her his impatience, and she took him deeper, sucking harder, helping herself with her hands, stroking him and playing with his balls.

He growled, and taking her by her mane, he ordered:

"Hands behind your back girl."

She obeyed, and he proceeded to shove his cock in and out of her mouth at a much faster pace, sometimes making her gag, but never stopping until he erupted against the back of her throat, with an animalistic growl, his body quivering hard.

He pulled her up, still with threads of his cum rolling down the corners of her mouth, being washed away by the warm stream of water from the shower.

He cradled her face between his hands and claimed a passionate kiss from her lips, tasting his own flavor on her.

After that, they finished bathing and he made her return to the bedroom wrapped in a huge white towel.

"I want you to wait here for me. I'll get you some clothes to wear, as well as a collar. Don’t open the door to anyone else,” he warned her.

"Yes, Sir."

When he left the room, she combed her hair with a comb she found in a drawer and then lay back in bed, looking at the dark red canopy as she processed all that had happened since she had met him, astonished that it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours. What kind of spell was she under that made her put herself completely in the hands of a stranger? Yes, a stranger that she felt as if she had known all her life, but still, a stranger. She didn’t even know his last name, where he lived, what he did for a living, nothing.

Did it matter? She had to be honest with herself and admit it didn’t, not in that particular moment.