Undone Dom (6 page)

His fingers returned to her sex, this time with firm touches and strokes. He explored every fold and swell. With each touch Lulu felt herself rising higher toward the promising peak of orgasm. She wanted, needed it.

One finger entered her, thrusting slowly in and out. Then a second joined, stretching her open. He curled them as he thrust, stimulating her channel. Lulu reached up and wrapped her hands around the chains, using her arms for leverage as she thrust herself onto his fingers.

He withdrew his fingers and then something was stretching her, opening her. “Oh!”

“I’m using three fingers in your pussy. I have large hands, so this may stretch you. When was the last time you had sex?”

“Um, six months ago?” Lulu couldn’t think. The pressure at the entrance to her channel was dancing a line between pain and pleasure.

“And when was the last time you used a vibrator on yourself?”

“L-last night.”

“And do you fuck yourself with it, or only use it on your clit?”

“Clit.”

He nodded but she barely noticed. His thumb was now on her clit, not rubbing but pressing it in, against her pelvic bone.

“From now on you may not masturbate. When you are not with me you may not touch yourself sexually. You will bring your toys, magazines and books to me next time.”

“B-but…” Lulu knew she should protest, no masturbating sounded like a terrible idea, but when he rubbed her clit she nodded violently. “Yes, yes, Master.”

“You will only find sexual pleasure at my hand and with my permission. Do you understand?”

“Yesss.” She felt full, terribly full.

“You will receive pleasure and punishment from me, at my discretion. You will make yourself available to me three nights a week and all day Monday.”

“Yes, yes.”

“You will not seek out any other Doms.”

A vague, functioning part of Lulu’s mind said
Huh?
but all she said aloud was “Yes,” because at that moment she would have agreed to anything.

“Now you will be spanked.”

“Yes.” Lulu’s eyes flew open although even as she said it, a thread of fear laced through her arousal. “But, why?”

His hand continued to work her sex and Lulu’s eyes fluttered closed as she did her best to listen. “There are three kinds of punishment. Mock punishment, which you are about to receive. Slave-initiated punishment, which is when a slave breaks a rule in the hope of being punished, and real punishment, which is used only when the slave has done something that risks themselves, their Dom or breaks a highly valued rule.

“You failed to address me as Master several times when you responded.”

Lulu’s eyes flew open. He was watching her. Her mouth opened, ready to apologize, but he cut her off. “You will not be truly punished for that because I felt there was no disobedience. Your submission is complete in this moment.” He drew his hand forward, his fingers buried so deep inside her he drew her whole pelvis toward him. “Submission is more than just a word. However, it is a good reason for a mock punishment. Isn’t it?”

Lulu bit her lip, not sure if she should admit to wanting the spanking.

“You deserve to be punished for being disobedient, don’t you?”

She trembled at his words, then hung her head. There was no point in hiding it, he’d already proven he could read her reactions. “Yes, Master, I was bad.”

“Bad.” He savored the word. “And you need a spanking over Master’s knee, don’t you?” His tone was cold, stern.

“Please,” she whispered.

His eyes flashed. He withdrew his fingers from her pussy, leaving her gaping and open. He untied her ankle, stood and unhooked her cuffs. Her hands tingled as they dropped to her sides. He took her by one wrist and drew her across the room to the straight-backed chair. Lulu looked at the ottoman where she’d sat to watch Cheryl get spanked. Had that been only hours ago?

He sat and motioned to his lap. “Over my knee for your spanking.”

Chapter Six

With a sigh of pleasure, Lulu carefully lowered herself. She wasn’t sure exactly where to rest, but he helped her into position, his strength easily guiding her. Unlike Cheryl, she had to lie with her breasts on the outside of his thigh. She braced her toes on the floor as she took small, hard breaths.

“Put your hands on your back.”

Lulu put one hand back but felt herself slip. “I’ll fall, Master.”

“Trust me.”

Slowly she obeyed, placing her hands palm up on her back. There was a click as he connected her cuffs. Lulu whimpered as she realized she was restrained again.

Alton smoothed his hand over her ass. “Keep your legs together, bend your knees a little. Good. When was the last time you were spanked?”

“N-never, Master.”

The hand on her ass stilled. He muttered something that might have been “virgin spanking” before going back to caressing her ass. Every now and then he’d stop and press open the halves of her ass, making her jump, making her worry he’d touch her there.

“I’m going to spank you ten times.” His voice rumbled through her. Lulu shifted, the cuffs clinking against each other. “After each hit you will thank me.”

“Thank you?” Lulu asked, incredulous.

He pinched the top of her thigh, just below the meridian where it joined her ass. “You will thank me because we both know you want this.” His fingers touched her pussy lips. “You’re wetter than you were when I had my fingers in you.” Lulu’s body hummed with pleasure and anticipation.

“You will thank me because,” he continued, “you’re a bad girl and you need to be punished.”

“Y-yes, Master.”

“Good.” His fingers slipped from her pussy. The heavy, warm weight of his palm settled on her ass. “You may cry and fight me if you want.”

“Will you stop if I do?”

“No.”

Lulu drew in a shivery breath. She was lightheaded from lying across his lap. “But what if it hurts too much?”

“I will give you as much pain as I want to. As you deserve.”

“What if I want you to stop?”

“That is my decision, not yours.”

The brutal control hung over her, pressing her down into his legs. “Yes, Master.”

Smack.

The sound seemed to strike her first, reverberating through the room. She felt the sting a nanosecond later, followed by a less than comfortable jiggle of her whole ass. It hurt but not terribly.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Count them, also.”

“One, Master.”

He spanked her again, on the other cheek. The sting was just enough to arouse her, to make her aware of what he was doing, the pain barely registering as anything more than a forceful touch.

“Two, Master. Thank you.”

“Very well done. You’re beautiful in your submission.”

Smack.

“Ouch!” Lulu yelped in surprise and pain. As a reflex her upper body lifted. She started to slide off his lap but he clamped down on her back.

“Remain in position over my lap.”

“That, that hurt.”

“Spankings are meant to hurt.”

Lulu wanted to rub the ache away from her right ass cheek, but his hand was on her lower back, fingers brushing hers—a roadblock to her self-comfort.

“Count, Luanne,” he reminded her.

“Oh, three, thank you, Master.”

His hand lifted away from her back. Lulu tensed her muscles, ass clenched as she waited for the matching blow on her left cheek.

It didn’t come.

Lulu twisted her head to the side, looking at him out of the corner of her eyes. Alton was looking at her, waiting for her to look back. “Master?”

“You will not tense your muscles. That prevents the strike from penetrating as deeply into your tissue as it should. When you receive a spanking you must open yourself to it.”

Lulu dropped her head, letting out a breath. She couldn’t have any secrets from him.

She relaxed her lower body.

Smack.

This time she was ready. “Four, thank you, Master.”

The fifth landed across both cheeks. She thanked him. Her bottom ached slightly.

“The second half of your spanking will be hard swats,” Alton said.

“The last three weren’t hard?” Lulu whispered in horror.

“No.”

“But they hurt.”

Alton slid a finger into her dripping pussy. “They were more playful than painful. The next ones will hurt.”

Real fear curled the arousal in Lulu’s belly. Her cuffs clanked as she shifted and wriggled against his lap. He put his hand down on the small of her back and she stilled.

“Why, why do you want to hurt me?”

She felt him tense at her question.

“I do not want to hurt you. I would never truly hurt you.” His words were practically a whisper. “The pain is a tool to take you to a place your body and mind desperately want to go. You must trust me.”

“I’m afraid.”

“I know.”

He didn’t offer any more reassurance.

Lulu thought he was waiting her for go-ahead. She was collecting her courage to give it when he struck.

He didn’t need her permission. He was her Master.

It hurt.

The slap was much louder, a crack that echoed off the frosted windows. Lulu curled her toes against the pain that spread through her bottom. It lasted much longer than before, it hurt much more.

It felt so good.

“Six, Master. Thank you.”

The next blow landed just below the first, spreading the fire so it covered her whole right cheek. Lulu panted, rolling her head side to side. The cool strands of her hair brushed her hot face.

“Luanne.”

“Master…I…”

His finger touched her pussy, testing her arousal. He grunted.

“You’re very aroused by being punished, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She held the s, hissing as if she were a snake.

“Because you’re a bad girl.”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Then take the rest of your punishment.”

Two more blows fell, these to her left cheek, leaving it aching and hot. She forgot to count, to say thank you, and he didn’t remind her.

He spread the reddened cheeks of her ass with his fingers, then traced the hot cheeks with his palm.

“One more, pretty slave.”

“Yes, Master.” Lulu didn’t know if she thought the words or said them. She was lost in her upside-down world of arousal and pain. She could hear her heartbeat in her head. Her well-spanked ass throbbed with heat.

Smack.

The final spank overlapped already abused skin. Lulu yelped, her legs kicking up off the floor. His hand settled on her ass.

Next, next, more, more.

Lulu tried to turn to him, wanting to look at him as she begged him to touch her, to do whatever he had planned for her next. Now that she’d summited to this frightening peak she wanted to climb higher into the darkness.

Her hips started to slide off his lap as she turned. Rather than stop her, Alton guided her to the floor so that she knelt between his legs, leaning forward, her hands still cuffed behind her back.

Lulu tossed back the hair that had fallen over her face, unused to having it down and loose. She looked up, meeting the eyes of the man whose touch did things to her she couldn’t explain.

He had one hand braced on a thigh as he leaned back. He was like a warrior chief, a man of power. And she was his.

“I want to touch you,” Lulu whispered, staring up at him. The metal rings in the cuffs clacked together as she tried and failed to bring her hands up. “I need your hands on me.”

Alton cupped her face, his own impassive. Lulu tipped her head into his palm, lips parted. Her own breath washed back against her nose and chin and she panted into his hand. She licked him, just a small flick of her tongue, wanting a taste.

His fingers flexed, caressing her cheek, and he made a small noise.

Touch him.

Instinct told her that in that moment he needed her touch as much as she needed his. Lulu struggled to her feet, his hand falling away from her cheek as she stood between his knees. Now she was looking down at him. There was tightness around his mouth.

Unable to touch him with her hands, Lulu slid one leg over his, leaning into him as she hooked her other leg into place, straddling his lap. Alton let her do it, taking her by the waist only when she wobbled on his lap.

“Your eyes are brown,” Lulu whispered. She’d thought they were black, but now she could see they were brown—a soft, warm color.

“You should be on your knees.”

“Yes, Master.”

But he didn’t push her down.

“I feel…”

“Tell me.”

“Alive,” Lulu breathed. The feelings inside her overwhelmed her and she couldn’t keep back the tide of desire any longer.

She kissed him. Their lips met. The kiss was soft at first, building in intensity. Her nipples brushed his chest. She rocked forward into the kiss, opening her mouth as his tongue touched her lower lip. He fisted a hand in her hair, holding her head in place as he deepened the kiss.

When they broke apart to gasp for air she kissed his dimple, tasting it as she’d been fantasizing about then whispered, “Please, I want to touch you.”

With a click he separated the cuffs, freeing her hands. Lulu pressed her palms to his chest, under his vest. His skin was smooth and hot, with a smattering of hair. The hard points of his nipples bumped her palms as she explored the ridges and swells of his muscles.

“I’m too lenient with you,” he said, so low she almost didn’t hear it.

Her hands stilled. “How can this be wrong?” She pressed one hand over his crotch and the bulge of his cock. She shivered. “I want you. I want you in me.”

“I want to fuck you.” He growled it, eyes heavy-lidded.

Lulu struggled with the button and zipper of his jeans. When she tried to draw back, to get better purchase, he grabbed her ass, keeping her close. Lulu tipped back her head, hissing out a breath as the fresh touch to her throbbing backside sent rills of sensation up and down her limbs.

With trembling fingers, she blindly freed his cock. He was naked beneath the jeans. His cock was long and thick, smooth and rock hard. The tip was already wet and when her fingers danced over it he jerked in her hand.

She wanted him in her, now.

“Please. Please, fuck me.” Lulu tipped her head into his, inhaling his spicy and earthy scent.

Fingers dug into her hips, guiding her up, forward. The tip of his cock brushed her swollen mound, bumping over her clit as it parted the lips of her pussy. He slid smoothly, easily between the wet folds of her sex. His cock dipped into her entrance.

If he hadn’t opened her with his fingers he would have been too big, but she was ready, so ready.

“Yes, yes. I want you.”

“Lower yourself onto my cock.”

Toes on the floor, arms around his neck, Lulu did as he commanded, as she desired, and impaled herself on his waiting cock.

Nothing had ever felt so good. He was the biggest man she’d ever been with and his cock filled her, touched her in ways she’d never known. Lulu threw back her head, her hair brushing her back all the way to the top of her reddened ass.

Alton took her hips in his hands. His biceps and chest flexed as he lifted her off, then let her slide down again.

“Yes, oh yes, that feels so good.”

“You’re wet for me. Wet from your spanking.” His hand drifted over her ass, tapped it in a light swat.

Lulu bowed her head, embarrassed.

“Tell me. Tell me it made you wet.”

“It-it made me wet.”

“What did?”

“The spanking, you, ah.” Lulu lost her words as a slight change in position had his cock bumping over her G-spot. “You spanking me. It made me wet.”

“And you’re mine. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

Alton grabbed her, one arm under her ass, the other around her back. Lulu yelped as he stood, their bodies still connected. She hooked her arms and legs around him for balance as he carried her over to the ottoman. Dropping to his knees, he tumbled her down on her back.

Now he had leverage and space to thrust. His cock drove into her, deep, heavy strokes that that her head thrashing, chest lifting, nails clawing at the leather.

“Yes, oh yes,” Lulu whispered. “This is the most amazing sex, the best sex I’ve ever had.”

The thrusts paused, then resumed at a slower pace.

“What’s between us is more than just sex.” He sounded angry.

Lulu opened her eyes in time to watch him pull back, his cock slipping from her. “Wait, please.”

He shook his head as he got to his feet.