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Authors: Scarlett Sanderson

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Chapter Nine

 

His cock jutted out, smooth and hard. The bulbous, plum-colored tip glistened with pre-cum and betrayed his desire.

Ruth’s body tightened, tingled. He was impressive. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her.

He gripped two handfuls of her hair and pulled her mouth level with his cock. “Open for me.”

She couldn’t deny his gruff command. She parted and he pushed the head against her lips, teasing her, rubbing his juices on her skin.

Ruth moaned. He tasted exactly as she’d imagined. Salty. Tangy. Like velvet wrapped in steel. She flattened her tongue and strained to suck him farther into her cavern.

He didn’t deny her request. He pushed and his cock slid inside her eager mouth. She groaned around him as her jaw widened, stretched to accommodate him.

“Good girl.”

He pumped, gripped her hair and controlled her movements. He was in complete command. She was a vessel to be used for his pleasure. The thought made her burn with need.

“Use your tongue.”

She ran her tongue up and down his shaft. It was his turn to moan. He gripped harder and Ruth winced as pain lanced through the roots of her hair. He pushed farther and his cock slid against the back of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in and she involuntarily moved back. His hands in her hair wouldn’t allow it but he withdrew a few inches, allowing her to breathe. She coughed, almost choking. He was big, larger than any man she’d been with in the past.

“Stop panicking, Ruth. You can do this. For me. Relax, breathe through it.”

She looked up into his eyes and blinked. Yes, she could do this. She wanted to please him. She would do it.

Widening her jaw farther, she relaxed her throat and began to suck him again.

“Good girl. You’re such a good cocksucker.”

Who knew such crass words would be a turn-on? But they were. They spurred her on. As he pushed, she allowed his cock to once again hit the back of her throat. Instead of drawing away she breathed through it. Spit and moisture pooled in her throat as he used her. Deeper and deeper, he thrust into her and she took him.

“Hmmm, that’s it. Suck me, Ruth.”

The salty taste of pre-cum filled her mouth. She wanted him to come. She wanted to swallow all of it and lick her lips. He’d be so pleased with her.

His balls tightened. She sucked harder. Faster.

“Oh shit!” He dragged his cock from her mouth.

His cock glistened, purple and wet. It twitched. She pouted and moved forward. She wanted more. She wanted his cock more than she’d wanted anything.

“No.”

The one word made her frown. He’d finally allowed her to touch him only to snatch it away. Had she displeased him in some way?

The silence deafened her. Blood whooshed in her ears. Her skin ached. Itched. She’d become a mass of tingling nerve endings. A thing of need and want. Of burning desire.

He released her from her bonds.

“Get up. Stand behind the chair. Grip the top and spread your legs.”

On the first two tries, her limbs refused to obey. As the circulation flooded back into her joints, she positioned herself as he commanded. Hands rested on the back of the chair, legs spread, ass stuck out as she leaned down.

Metal clamped around her ankles and she jerked forward.

“Don’t move, Ruth. You’ve been such a good girl up until now. Don’t spoil it.” His words stilled her movement.

Once more, he secured bonds to her feet. This time it was a spreader bar. Heat flamed her cheeks. Her sopping pussy must be on display.

He stroked her slit. “You’re very wet. Pussy lips all puffy. Clit standing to attention.”

He palmed her ass, jiggled the flesh. “Do you think the town knows what a naughty girl you are? Do you think they look at you and think, ‘Hmm, bet she likes to be tied up and fucked’?”

He leaned down and licked the shell of her ear. “Well, Ruth? Do you think they know?”

“No, Dominic.” Her muscles ached. Moisture trickled from between her thighs.

“No. Only I know what a bad girl you really are. I wish you could see yourself. You make me so fucking hard.”

He moved behind her, gripped her hips. His heat seeped into her pores, igniting the fire already burning in her cunt. He positioned his cock against the cheeks of her ass and dry-fucked her.

She moaned, pushed back against him, wanting him to fill her, fuck her, anything to ease the need in her pussy.

“See, such a naughty girl, trying to get my cock inside you.” A sharp thwack landed on her ass cheek.

She squealed, “Oh fuck.”

Her ass burned. Pain followed by a shot of euphoria jolted through her system. She dragged air into her lungs. In and out. In and out.

Another crack. Then another. Alternating patterns on the fleshy globes of her butt.

He struck her with a wide, wooden paddle. Not with soft, gentle taps but heavy, hard smacks.

Over and over. Ten whacks. Then a pause. Then ten more.

She lost count of the repetitions. Lost herself in the sensations of pain and pleasure. She hadn’t known she’d be able to take so much. She couldn’t think, could barely breathe. All that mattered was taking another stroke, pleasing him, riding the intense high that almost brought her to orgasm.

“Fuck me, your ass is beautiful.” He ran his palm across one of her cheeks and she gritted her teeth.

It hurt like a motherfucker.

“I’ve marked you. You’ll wear my brand for at least a week. Every time you sit down, you’ll think of me.”

She’d always wanted to be branded. Always wondered how it would feel. It felt amazing. Mind-blowing. She’d be proud to wear his mark on her skin.

When the blows stopped, her ass burned. She never imagined pain could be this euphoric.

He drizzled cold lube into the crack of her ass and dipped his fingers inside. She’d been practicing daily with the anal plug but the intrusion still made her gasp.

“Have you been using the toy?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Dominic.”

“Good girl.”

He worked her ass some more. Her clit throbbed. She wished she could squeeze her thighs together and ease the ache. If she didn’t come soon she’d go insane. He drove her beyond pleasure.

“I’m not gonna fuck your ass now. Soon. Not tonight. You need to be ready for me.” When he finished speaking, she felt cool plastic invade her hole.

She tensed and he stopped.

“This is going all the way in, Ruth. One push. Take it for me.” She relaxed her muscles, inhaled, and he pushed, seating the small plug all the way in her ass.

He didn’t give her time to think, to adjust. He fisted a hand in hair, jerked her head back again and rammed his cock inside her pussy.

She screamed with pleasure. The feeling of being stuffed to the hilt blew her mind. The intense pressure made her tremble. She shuddered, wanting more, needing him to move. She’d never felt so full. So naughty, like a good girl gone bad.

“Don’t come. Don’t you dare fucking come.” His rough tone had her fighting for control.

He began to move. Not slow, steady movements but deep, hard thrusts. If he hadn’t been holding her hair she would have moved forward with the force.

He fucked her. Used her. Left her in no doubt she belonged to him, body and mind. Only he could make her feel like this. He’d freed her soul. She would never be the same.

He fucked her with frenzy. His cock pistoned inside her, the tip dragged across her G-spot. She quivered, moved higher and higher toward the peak. Her breasts bounced as he pounded into her. She coated his shaft. Her juices dripped onto the floor. The air was filled with sucking sounds, grunts and flesh slapping against flesh. She didn’t care.

“Come. Come for me now.”

At his words, she flew apart. Her mouth opened but no sound escaped. Her cunt clenched, dragged his cock in, locked him inside. Her walls convulsed as she came. He roared in her ear and gave a few jerky pumps. The intensity pushed her over the edge. Her mind shut down. She entered a place of serene euphoria where only she and Dom existed.

She was vaguely aware of him whispering soothing words, unshackling her ankles, scooping her up in his arms. She nuzzled against his neck as he carried her somewhere. She wasn’t completely conscious.

Something sweet was on her lips. He was making her drink. She swallowed instinctively. The cool, tangy liquid soothed her burning lungs.

He was lifting her again. She moaned. Her skin felt so sensitive, even the softest touch electrified her.

He submerged her in warm water and got into the tub behind her. She settled back against him.

“Ruth. Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Hmmm.”

The washcloth abraded her skin but she knew it was necessary. The water soothed her ass cheeks. He washed her clean, tended her needs. She wanted to sleep, close her eyes and curl against him.

He stroked her hair, murmured to her. She didn’t remember what he said.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, he got out the tub, helped her stand and toweled her dry. She blinked rapidly before focusing on him. Even now, after hours of pleasurable torture, her body responded to his nakedness.

When she was dry, he carried her to a bedroom. His bedroom. He laid her facedown and began to rub cooling gel onto her ass.

She whimpered but allowed him to continue. Consciousness was returning. She felt as if she was coming down from a potent high.

He lay behind her, spooned her and pulled the covers over them. She snuggled against him, reveled in his strength, heat and comfort. He wrapped his arm around her waist and placed a kiss on her hair.

“Ruth. Talk to me, please. Did I go too far? Did I hurt you?”

She swallowed a few times, moistened her dry lips. “No. Never. It was…” How could she ever describe what it was?

“Yeah, I know. I was worried I’d pushed you too far.”

She squeezed his arm. How could she explain she felt amazing? Loved and cared for yet oddly free and settled at the same time. “You didn’t. It was exactly what I’ve been dreaming about for years.”

“I know.”

She froze. He knew? “How?”

“I heard you talking to Hope in the coffee shop. It was then I realized you might be able to handle the fact I like to dominate women. I knew it was a risk but I’ve wanted you for so damn long.”

Ruth smiled. He had heard them! She’d wondered if he had.

“So I made a plan. Told Ethan. He threatened to kick my ass if I hurt you.”

She chuckled. “You did hurt me. But in a good way.”

“I want more, Ruth. I love you. No more games. No more playing. You and me. I want us. All the time. Can you handle that?”

Her heart flip-flopped. It was what she’d been hoping for all along. She’d always wanted Dominic. She’d always wanted kink. Now she had both. Life could surprise you sometimes.

“I love you too.” She snuggled back against him, thinking of all the adventures they had to come. “And I can definitely handle that.”

The End

About the Author

 

Multi-published author Scarlett Sanderson is a librarian by day and an erotic romance novelist by night. She lives in suburban England with her significant other and dreams of having Lara Croft-type adventures. As a reader, she loves to immerse herself in sweeping tales of romance, fantasy and, most of all, tantalizing erotica. Those are the elements she tries to weave into the stories she creates.

When not writing, Scarlett has a burning passion for history, good chocolate, fine wine and anything supernatural (especially if it includes the hunters Dean and Sam Winchester from the TV show
Supernatural
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Scarlett welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her
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