Rating: M/nsfw (smut/bdsm)
Pairing: Royai/Roy Mustang x Riza Hawkeye
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Word Count: 8677
Chapter Title: Rosebuds and Lace
Description: Royai multi-chapter/modern/BDSM AU where Riza, a cautious submissive, met Roy, an experienced Dom, and now there is sex with future romance potential.
Roy
Talk about cardio. I can barely catch my breath. I can't even remember the last time my thighs burned like this. Damn, if my skin isn't slick with sweat all over. I take a few deep breaths and lower the incline on the treadmill. Grabbing my water bottle, I down half of it and run my fingers through my hair as I cool down.
It was only five miles, but it feels like more. I've been spending more time than usual working out the last few days. Since Riza's last visit. All I can think about is fucking her again. Unless I'm lifting weights or running. I can barely even focus at work, which is frustrating considering what I do for a living. People don't pay for private security who can't keep their fucking mind on the assignment.
My phone pings with a message, and I pick it up to read it. I take one glance and groan. It's a photo message. From Riza. Her fingers are in the front waistband of her panties, pulling them away from her body to reveal a wet large spot where the fabric touches her slit.
Fuck. I close my eyes and clench my fist around the phone. I knew better than to make that damn rule, but I couldn't resist when she asked if I had any further instructions for her until our next session.
"Every time you get wet thinking about tonight, I want a picture of the evidence."
The words were out of my mouth before I could think. Her damned, breathless, "yes, Sir," had me ready to go again right then.
I shut off the treadmill entirely and step down, heading for the shower. After turning on the cold water, I strip out of my sweaty clothes. I shut my eyes, and instantly I'm seeing that fucking wet spot again. My semi-hard cock turns to steel, and I wince as I step into the freezing spray. So much for working off my arousal.
I suffer the icy water for as long as I can, hoping to kill my erection. When, after a few minutes, it's still standing loud and proud, I give in. Turning up the temperature on the faucet with one hand, I fist my rigid cock with the other, grunting as I picture Riza's freshly spanked ass in my mind.
I shut my eyes and tilt my head back as I slide my fingers down my shaft, imagining the heat against my palm is coming off of her perfect round cheeks. I grit my teeth as I begin to pump my fist up and down the length of my cock. I pause to rub my thumb roughly over the bulbous tip where I'm leaking precum. I replay the way her breasts swung forward as I smacked her ass, my hand tightening. I hear her moan, and I grunt, my hips jerking forward. I throw out a hand and brace my arm on the shower wall, my ass clenching as I increase the speed of my fist.
I hold out for as long as I can, remembering her whimpers and her pleas. The way her legs fought the silk ties at her ankles. The way my fingers felt coated in her wetness. My breathing gets shallow, and I open my eyes, looking down to see my cock in my hand where it's engorged. Red and angry. The vein on the underside is throbbing against my fingers. I'm so fucking ready to blow.
Snapping my eyes shut, I jerk furiously at my cock, finally replaying my favorite part. I stop my hand for a second as I recall the tight, satiny feel of her pussy hugging my dick. I moan into the steamy room and imagine the feel of her burning ass cheeks against my stomach. I slowly move my hand again, fantasizing about being inside of her. I suck in air as I picture her face scrunched up in pleasure and pain as I drive into her. She spreads her legs a tiny bit, and I power deep into her pussy, her juices running down my cock.
When I can't hold back any longer, I mouth the word, "Sir," her voice in my head sending me over the edge as I come with a roar that echoes off the bathroom walls.
I stand with my legs tensed as hot cum spurts from my cock; my seed mixes with the water and washes down the drain, the only evidence of my loss of control. Finally, I relax, leaning my head against the tile, the shower beating against my back. I know what I have to do, I tell myself as I turn around and start washing my chest. I can't put it off anymore.
Which is why as soon as I get out of the shower, I reply to the photo message.
My place. 9pm.
I'm dressed in lounge pants and a white shirt, walking to my kitchen when my phone pings with a response. I stop moving to check it.
Yes, Sir.
I groan as, instantly, I feel my freshly-spent cock get hard again. Still, I can't stop my grin as I turn on the oven to start dinner. I have a lot in mind for tonight.
Riza
"So, wait. What did his text say again?"
"He told me to come over at nine tonight," I repeat again on an exasperated sigh, picking up one of several black lace thongs from the table in front of me and comparing it to the emerald green one I'm already holding. "That's it."
Seriously, I love Rebecca, and I'm glad she could come out with me for this last-minute lingerie-seeking shopping trip, but she's here to help me pick sexy panties, not interrogate me about everything Roy, which is all she's done since I picked her up in front of her townhouse.
I guess I can't blame her for her ultra-inquisitive nature. She just comes this way, honestly. And in her defense, I haven't exactly been forth-coming about all of the details. (Which, given the circumstances of them is understandable, I would think.) Plus, this is my first "relationship" in a long while, so she's…excited.
"Oh my God. I'm green with envy under my makeup." She picks up something that looks like floss and gives me a side-eye. "What do you think he has planned? More sex?"
I assume so, but I don't say that. Instead, I shrug and pick through more underwear, keeping in mind that this trip is both recreational and necessary. Thanks to all the panties I've thrown in the laundry this week. Twice as much as normal.
I bite my lip as my mind wanders to this afternoon when a mom on TV threatened to spank her disobedient child, and automatically, I felt my ass burn with his touch. I was wet instantly. My curtains were closed, so I did it there on the couch. Slipped a finger in my underwear and spread my legs to make sure to get a good photo. I felt so naughty it made me wetter. I sent him the second picture, actually. Of the larger spot. Just thinking about it is making me warm all over.
Oh God. I freeze, squeezing my thighs together in hopes of stopping it. Not now. Shit.
"So, you never finished telling me about the sex," Rebecca changes the subject casually, clearly (and thankfully) oblivious to my predicament. "I need details."
She drops a handful of flimsy lace bras into the basket without even consulting me before facing me and raising her eyebrows in anticipation.
"I told you plenty," I answer, dropping both thongs on top of the bras, as well as two pair of sheer Brazilian style panties.
"Hardly!" she protests loudly. "All you said was his cock was huge, and you came twice. That's practically nothing."
I busy myself with a selection of tanga panties at the next table, so she won't see my reddening face. I mean, I can't exactly tell her he spent the majority of the night spanking me. Or that I called him "Sir," during all of it. Or that I got off on either of those things. And I would die on the spot if I had to tell her I was turned on by being tied down.
Even if she is my best friend. Rebecca may like kink, but from me? This would make her head explode. God, I have a freaking safe word for crying out loud.
"Please, Riza. You have to give me something. Jean has been out of town for two weeks, and when he calls at night, he's too tired for phone sex. I've already had to replace the batteries in my toy twice. I'm sexually deprived."
"Geez, Becca." I give her a wide-eyed look. "Not so loud."
"I'm sorry. I need help."
"I'll say," I mutter, adding more panties to the cart without looking at them too long. Just size. Rebecca's oversharing and needling about my sex life is tempting me to ditch the cart and call off the whole thing, but I shake my head. She is my best friend, and I did invite her so I suppose I can put up with her hyper-sensual topics of conversation for a little while longer.
"So, then help me," she whines, as if on cue. "Tell me about your sexy time with Roy Boy."
"Don't call him that," I groan, closing my eyes.
"What should I call him then? Man-cake?"
"No. That's…worse."
"Okay. Then what do you call him?"
I choke and start coughing on air, hoping she doesn't notice my reaction. She pats me on the back gently.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine." I shake my head.
"Well, what do you call him?"
"What?" I blink. She can't know, can she?
"I mean, do you have a nickname for him? Like…baby or gorgeous? Ooh, what about handsome? He is handsome, right?"
"Yes, Rebecca." I relax a little. "He's…stunning. But I don't have a nickname for him."
Well, not technically. "Sir" is more like a title. And she's referring to endearments anyway.
"Mm. Sad. I call Jean 'tiger.'"
"Really?" I jerk my head toward her in surprise.
"Sure." She raises a shoulder. "I mean…" She smirks at a mannequin in a G-string. "He purrs."
"He what?"
"Well, it started because he growls sometimes during sex," she amends, "but then…after he comes, sometimes…he makes this sound like…purring. It's… Oh, shut up."
She shoves me when my giggle escapes.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, swallowing the rest of my laughter. "I just… That sounds weird."
"It's cute." She frowns. "Anyway, you have to buy this."
She grabs one of the G-strings off the table beside the mannequin and hands it to me.
"Oh my God, Becca. No." I try to give it back, but she steps away.
"That's what you're wearing tonight."
"What? No. I can't wear this! It's…nothing."
"Exactly." She grins mischievously.
I start to protest more when she squeals and disappears into a rack of bras.
"And this!" she cries, emerging again. "It's perfect."
"Dear God," I whisper.
It's a black lace bra with rosebuds where the nipples go. And it matches the lace on the G-string exactly. There's even a matching rosebud on the thong.
"You know you have to wear it," she reiterates, holding the bra up to my chest.
I grab it and force her arms down. "People are looking at us."
"So, what? You're hot and you have a hot guy you want to impress in the bedroom. Who cares?"
God, I'm jealous of her unrestrained sexuality.
"The world doesn't need to know that," I hiss emphatically.
"Fine. I promise to stop embarrassing you."
"Thank you," I exhale.
"If you tell me, in detail, about last weekend."
I should've known. I take a deep breath and release it, resigning myself to my fate.
"All right. Fine."
I grab the cart and walk swiftly to the changing room where she follows me into a compartment and closes the door.
"It started fast," I begin slowly.
"What do you mean? Like, he put it in before you were wet or–"
"No. I mean as soon as I got there we went straight to sex. No drinks or anything."
"Oh." She blinks. "Okay."
"He's…very into foreplay," I phrase carefully, ignoring the warmth building between my legs.
"Really?"
"Yes." I nod. "He spent…like, half an hour just getting me wet."
She lets out a small squeal, and I frantically try to figure out how to water down the rest. At the same time, I shift my weight, hoping to relieve some of the pressure building in my panties.
"Um, next he…played with me for a bit." I wince.
God, I hate how that sounds. Luckily, Rebecca doesn't seem to notice.
"Oh my God. I need to sit down."
I wait until she's comfortable on the poof in the corner before continuing. At the same time, I start fidgeting with my watch to distract from how tight my thighs are clenched together. Hell. The camera on my phone is burning a hole in my pocket.
"When he finally… Well, after he was satisfied with that, he fingered me," I whisper, blood rushing to my cheeks. I close my eyes and add, "Until I came."
God. I'm so wet. And in so much trouble.
"Go back," she pipes up. "I said details. Where were you? What position where you in? Where was he?"
I groan and look up at the ceiling. This couldn't be worse, honestly.
"We were in his bedroom. I was lying on the bed, and he was–"
"On your back? Was he beside you? Or, like, on top of you?"
"I was on my knees," I admit, skipping over the part about the roll pillow. "He…did it from behind me."
I hear her breathing get shallow, and I force more words out.
"After I came, we had sex."
I pause to take another breath, and she breaks in with, "What position?"
"He was behind me still." I say quickly trying to get to the end. "Doggy style, I guess."
When I don't continue, she starts bouncing on the edge of her seat. "Riza, what else?"
"What do you mean?" I hug myself. I can't answer much more of these questions.
"I mean how was it? What did he do? Did you like it? Tell me. I need to know."
"Well, I definitely liked it," I murmur, looking down. "I liked it a lot."
"And?"
"And he…is extremely talented with his…"
"Package?" she volunteers helpfully.
"Sure." I nod. "I mean… I already told you he's big, but he does something when he pushes in… something about when he thrusts makes it feel…"
She suddenly starts digging in her purse, and I stop.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for a pen and paper," she mutters. "I have to take notes. Jean needs pointers."
"Oh my God, no! You can't tell him this!" I step forward waving my hands at her.
"I won't say it was you," she says dismissively. "Just someone."
"He'll know," I state flatly, reaching for her bag, which she snatches out of reach. "He'll know it's me."
"You don't know that." She frowns. "It could be–"
"Seriously, Becca," I plead with her. "You can't tell him."
She looks at me with big eyes and puts her bag down.
"Okay. I won't tell him."
"Swear to me," I demand softly, rocking my heel, my arms moving to hug my stomach.
"Okay, I swear. Jean will never know."
I exhale and stand up straight, rolling my shoulders.
"Anyway…I'm satisfied with those details," she announces on an exhale.
Thank God. I think about my panties, which are uncomfortably damp against my slit. If I don't send a picture, I'm being bad. But…
Becca rises and stands next to me, fixing her purse on her shoulder. "Also, you need to get going."
I glance at my watch. Shit. She's right. I only have forty-five minutes to get to his place. And I still have to shower and get dressed.
"We need to check out. Like now."
"Oh, and all of this is on me," Rebecca announces suddenly, waving at the cart.
"Uh, are you sure?" I blink at her. "That's a lot of money."
"It's a gift. You're finally receiving frequent, amazing orgasms from a hot guy. I think that calls for celebration."
"Sometimes, I wonder how we're friends," I tell her honestly.
"Really?" She frowns. "I don't. We're friends because we balance each other out. And we love each other."
I guess I can't argue with that.
Letting out one final sigh, I follow her to the checkout counter and say a quick prayer that I won't be late tonight. Heaven only knows what sort of punishment that would buy me.
Roy
At 8:55 the buzzer goes off for the front door. I smile to myself as I cross to the intercom to let her in, before going to the living room to wait for her knock.
"You're early," I say as I open the door.
"Yes, Sir," I watch as she fidgets on my welcome mat, avoiding my eyes.
"You can relax, Riza. Our session hasn't started yet."
"Oh." She blinks and brings her eyes up to mine hesitantly. "Well, I…"
"Come in." I step back from the door and wait until she walks past me, my lungs filling with the sweet scent of her perfume.
I turn and pass her, where she's stopped in the entry removing her winter wear, on my way to the kitchen.
"Would you like a drink?" I look at her over my shoulder to see her following me.
"A drink?"
"Yes," I laugh softly. "Beer, whiskey, scotch… I didn't know what type of wine you preferred, so I bought a bottle of red and one of white."
She freezes in the doorway and blinks at me.
"You bought wine?" she breathes. "For me?"
Shit. I shouldn't have told her that. It's too telling. But I guess it's too late to deny it.
"Of course," I recover smoothly, giving her a grin. "You are my good girl, after all. I have to keep you happy."
Something flickers across her face, and I narrow my eyes at it. Almost immediately, she blushes and looks down before crossing to the island and climbing onto a barstool. I file her reaction away and turn back to my task.
"Red then, please," she announces softly.
I turn to the cabinet and grab a long-stemmed glass and the corkscrew along with my own scotch glass.
"So, tell me," I address her over my shoulder. "How was your week?"
"Oh, um. It was good."
There's a tremor in her words. It could easily be from nerves or anticipation for our play, but she hasn't been uninhibited in the past, and I need to be sure she's comfortable. I set the bottle of wine down and turn to her.
"Is everything all right, Riza?"
"What? Of course," she answers quickly. "Why would you think–"
"You're fidgeting," I argue, pointing to her wringing hands, which she immediately hides under the bar top. "And you just seem skittish tonight. Is it nerves? Or are you afraid of me?"
"Nerves," she whispers, shutting her eyes. "I… I don't know how to be myself around you."
I suppress a grin and lower my voice.
"Just breathe, Riza. It will be fine."
I hear her audibly exhale before I turn back to our drinks, burying the pointed end of the corkscrew in the top of the wine bottle.
"Thank you for following my instructions this week," I change the subject, glancing at her as I pop the cork. "I enjoyed your photos."
The look from before skitters across her features before vanishing as I set her glass in front of her.
Hmmm.
"You're welcome," she murmurs.
I pour my own drink and take a sip.
"I'll have to come up with more assignments for you in the future."
"Are we starting now?" she asks, watching me closely.
"No." I shake my head. "Not quite. I was just making conversation."
"Oh." She nods. "Right."
"Are you eager to begin?" I raise an eyebrow, and feel my pants get tight as her face flushes again.
"Yes," she mutters.
I laugh softly. I love her honesty.
"Before we begin tonight, I want to go over a few things with you."
"Oh." She sits up straighter. "Okay."
"It's important to me you understand your role during our play, Riza."
I watch her as she tilts her head.
"I'm your submissive," she answers with a frown. "Right?"
"Yes," I nod quickly, "but as my submissive, you have a certain power. I want you to remember that."
She looks confused, so I set down my drink and take a breath before I elaborate.
"You're in control, Riza," I explain softly. "I know it might seem like I'm the one calling all the shots, but it's you who sets the boundaries. If anything I say or do makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to just put up with it."
"I can use my safe word," she says, picking up her glass.
"That isn't what I mean," I counter, shaking my head. "Yes, you can put a stop to everything we're doing at any time by saying 'checkmate,' but that's not it. For example, if you want to be tied down, but I tie the cords too tight, you can say something. I want you to say something. This relationship between us only works if we can openly communicate about everything."
"Oh. I see." She takes a small sip of wine. "So, if I wanted to be spanked again, but you suggested a cane, I could nix that?"
I blink at her.
"Um, sure. I mean, of course, I wouldn't force you to endure a painful caning if you weren't on board with it."
"Okay, good." She takes another drink, and I clear my throat.
"Are you uncomfortable with canings?" I ask, picking up my own drink again. "Just so I know."
"Actually…" She looks down, a smile tugging at her lips, "I'm not opposed to it. I've just never done it before. I was really just using it as an example."
"Ah, well. Good to know." I down the rest of my whiskey. "On that note, is there anything you aren't feeling up to tonight?"
I watch as she shifts on her stool and lifts the wine glass to her lips again before answering.
"I…guess that depends on what you have in mind."
"I don't want to give everything away," I start carefully, "but I had some anal play in mind."
I mentioned it to her in passing during our last session, but I hadn't fully settled on including it tonight until earlier today.
"I…" She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm not incredibly experienced with anal," she confesses, "but I'd like to try it. I trust you to take care of me."
"Thank you, Riza," I reply gently. "I'm glad to hear that."
"So, is that it?" she says suddenly. "Are you ready to, um…"
"Are you finished with your drink?"
She takes a final sip and pushes the glass aside, giving me her answer.
"That's my good girl," I murmur, watching her closely.
She averts her eyes suddenly, and I tilt my head.
"You have been a good girl, haven't you, Riza?"
She bites the corner of her lip and looks at me slowly before looking down again.
"If it wasn't clear, we've begun," I announce, setting my glass down and stalking around the island. "So, I'll need an answer."
She doesn't say anything, but I watch her breathing quicken. When I reach her, I stop in front of her and tilt her chin up.
"Were you a good girl, Riza?"
"I…"
"Yes or no?"
She shuts her eyes and turns her head.
"I think so, Sir," she mumbles. "But…"
"But what?" I frown, crossing my arms.
"It was today. I followed your orders every other time it happened, but…" She lets out a small breath. "I was wet."
"And you didn't send me a picture?"
"No, Sir."
"What stopped you?" I press, thinking about my plan for tonight and how I could change it.
"I…"
"Were you hoping to be punished? Or something else?"
She shifts her weight, her eyes on the floor.
"I was with a friend. We were shopping. I couldn't just run off to…to take a picture. She would've followed me, and–"
"I see," I murmur. "But you knew that by failing to send me a photo, you were disobeying me."
"Y-yes, Sir."
"Thank you for being honest, Riza," I tell her quietly.
She blinks and looks up at me before quickly averting her eyes.
"Of course, Sir."
"That said, I'll still have to punish you."
She gasps softly, her eyes widening.
"Is that a problem?" I lower my voice.
"No, Sir."
I drop my hand to her hip and lean in, putting my lips to her ear.
"Did that make you wet, Riza?"
"Yes, Sir," she breathes.
"Good."
I lean back and take a step toward the hall before I pause and look back at her.
"I had intended to take you up to my room again tonight, but now I've had to deviate from my plan. We'll be in the living room for this session. While I'm getting my things from upstairs, I want you to undress."
"Yes, Sir."
I start to turn away again, when she calls me back.
"Yes, Riza?"
"Do you want me naked?" she asks softly.
"Of course."
"I only asked because…I wore something special for you tonight, and I wanted you to see it before I took it off."
Fuck. She dressed for me. Maybe I should reconsider punishing her. No. That wouldn't be fair.
"Show me," I demand, my voice husky with arousal.
"Yes, Sir."
I watch as she steps out of her shoes before she slides her top over her head revealing a black lace bra that does nothing to support her gorgeous breasts. Hell, I should've noticed her hard nipples through the thin material the second she walked in. Wait. There are rosebuds on the bra. Right over her hard points, making them stick out more than normal. Fuck.
She drops the shirt, and her hands move to her waist. I clench my jaw as her perfect ass shimmies out of her jeans, leaving me staring at a tiny triangle of lace, with a matching rosebud, that tapers into a thin strip of fabric running along her slit and up between her ass cheeks where it's joined on either side to another delicate shred of lace.
"Change of plans," I announce gruffly. "I want you wearing that when I get back."
"Yes, Sir." There's a hint of a smile in her voice, but I ignore it.
"Go into the living room and bend over the back of the couch with your palms against the cushions."
"Yes, Sir," she repeats more softly.
"I'll return shortly. Be ready for me."
"Yes, Sir."
I hear her last response faintly as I start up the stairs. Damn, this woman is going to kill me. I couldn't have found a more perfect sub if I dreamed her up myself. But, fuck, if my cock isn't stone right now.
When I reach my room, I cross to the table I set up by the bed. I skip over the silk ties and grab one of the other toys I selected, wrapping it in a towel. I had planned to tie her spread eagle to the bed for tonight, but her adorable little confession changed that. Now I'm improvising.
I'm about to leave again when I pause, turning back to the room. Her punishment. I had been considering spanking her again, but I don't want her to get used to it. I could modify it with the use of a paddle. Or a switch. No. I have another idea.
Leaving the towel on the bed, I cross to my chest under the window. It's already unlocked from when I retrieved my other items earlier, so I lift the lid and sift through my supply of sex tools until I find it. Rising to my feet, I pick up the towel, resting my newest addition on top, and head downstairs.
Riza
I can't believe Rebecca convinced me to wear this thong. More than that, I can't believe I'm considering thanking her for it. His face… God, he's hot when he's turned on.
A noise on the stairs catches my attention and I glance over my shoulder. I watch him enter the room carrying a bundle under his arm. He looks at me, and I quickly look down at the sofa cushions.
"Exactly how I instructed," he voices softly. "That pert ass in the air."
I don't say anything, but my ass clenches at his comment.
"I have several things planned for tonight," he tells me softly, setting the bundle on the table at the end of the couch. "But first…"
He slides a finger into the lace at my hip and tugs at it, making me flinch. He follows the fabric along my back and slips down into the space between my cheeks, his knuckle pressing between them.
"I like this," he says huskily. "The bra too. Especially the rosebuds."
I blush but stay quiet.
"Is this what you were shopping for?" he goes on. "When you failed to follow my instructions?"
"Yes, Sir," I gasp, his finger pulling the lace tight between my legs.
"What made you wet?"
"You, Sir," I choke. "I was…remembering when you…spanked me."
His entire palm slides in, going further between my legs until he's holding my lips.
"Tell me."
He moves a hand to my breast and tweaks the rosebud and my nipple beneath it. A moan escapes my lips.
"Riza," he growls, and I nod.
"I-I was… The way your hand felt on my naked ass," I whimper. "It hurt so much, but I…I liked it."
"Keep going," he demands, his finger rubbing at me.
"I was sore," I confess. "When I sat down, I…It would twinge, and it also made me wet."
"Do you feel how wet you are now, Riza?"
"Y-Yes, Sir."
"Is this what it was like in the store?" He presses his fingers up, forcing the scrap of lace deep into my slit. "Was your pussy hot and ready for me? Just thinking about me?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Did you imagine my fingers inside of you? As I swatted your red ass?"
I feel a gush of wetness coat his hand, as I moan his desired response. I'm so close to coming just from this. I want desperately to rub myself against his fingers, but somehow, I manage not to.
"Riza," he murmurs, his fingers slowly retreating from my folds. "Your new G-string is soaked."
I stand frozen as he tugs the fabric out from my pussy and drags it down my legs. I step out, glancing over my shoulder as he lifts the skimpy fabric to his nose and inhales. A new rush of wet saturates me, the fluid trailing down my thighs.
He drops my underwear on the end table and turns back to me, reaching for my bra. I feel it come undone, the cups quickly falling away from my chest. His fingers brush over my heavy breasts, tugging at my erect nipples, and I let out a small cry.
"I'll go ahead and tell you, you won't be in this position all night. I had planned to have you on your back in my bed…but that can wait for another time. Now, for your punishment."
I tense in anticipation. Will he spank me again? With his hand? Or with something else? He brought down a bundle from upstairs. What does he plan to—
My breathing quickens, and I jump when I feel his breath on my neck.
"Close your eyes, Riza."
I do it, holding my breath. I flinch when something touches my cheek. I relax slightly when I realize it's fabric.
Wait. Is he…blindfolding me? I feel elastic tighten behind my head, which only confirms it. Oh God, he remembered.
When we first met, he asked how I felt about being blindfolded. I'd barely known him half-an-hour, but I felt safe telling him. Of course, I blushed like a school girl while confessing I'd always wanted to try it.
"You can open your eyes now," he murmurs into my ear. "But you shouldn't be able to see."
"I can't," I tell the darkness.
Everything is black.
"No light?" he asks quietly.
"No, Sir."
"Good." Roy slides his hand up my spine, and I flinch. "This is your punishment, Riza," he whispers, the hardness in his tone making my pussy clench. "Suspense. You won't be able to see what I'm doing until I touch you."
Oh God. I bite my lip, my entire body burning with anticipation.
"That said," he continues slightly gentler, "I know you're still getting used to this, so I'll try to talk you through it."
"Thank you, Sir." My voice sounds choked, and I can feel my arms trembling under me.
"Good girl."
I feel a quiver between my legs at his words, but I stay still. I bite my lip as his fingers move back down my spine toward my raised ass. His hand stops, resting on my left cheek, and my heart speeds up in anticipation.
"No permanent damage, I see," he announces, and it's clear he's talking about my butt. "That's good. I would hate for something to mar this perfection."
He squeezes me in his palm, and I whimper. His fingers start moving again…over to my other cheek, where he squeezes me again before traveling down. He stops with his hand cupping me, most of his fingertips barely brushing my pussy lips. His thumb moving back and forth over my crack. Suddenly, the shorter digit pushes in, pressing firmly against my asshole.
"During our last session, I said this was for later," he reminds me, pushing in slightly, making me gasp and go up on my toes. "It's later, Riza."
Oh God. Oh God. I bite my lip as his thumb slips out with a pop before he rubs at me again.
"Sir, I…" I start but pause when his other hand comes up to cup my breast.
"Do you like it?" His thumb pushes in again, and I start panting. "Does this make you wet?"
"I-I…Yes, Sir," I admit weakly.
Before I met him, I'd never considered the idea of anal play. I was scared it would hurt or that it was too kinky, which seems a little ironic now. But after the first time I met with him, even though I wasn't ready yet for what he was asking of me, I let myself play with the idea of anal. I even went so far as to buy a toy off the internet, but I've only tried it a couple of times, and I've never left it in for very long.
"Oh!"
His thumb pulls out suddenly, and his hand disappears. I feel him move away from me, and I stare at the darkness, waiting. I hear him moving around, and I can't help but imagine what he might be doing.
I don't get far before his hand lands on me again, gently stroking my ass.
"This is just to prepare you for what's next," he tells me cryptically.
I don't have time to ask what he means before the hand caressing me moves down and spreads my cheeks open. I gasp at the cool air against me and tense as something pushes inside. I realize it's his finger covered in something oily. Oh my God. Lube. He's lubing me up for…something.
"Relax your ass, Riza," he whispers. "This might feel awkward, but if you can relax it shouldn't hurt. If I need to stop or go slower, just say something."
"Yes, Sir," I nod, grateful for his gentleness. "Go ahead."
I do my best to relax as he begins rubbing the pad of his finger back and forth over my puckered hole. Slowly, he begins to push in, and I focus on breathing. My hands in the cushions curl into fists as his finger slides further in and then out of my tight backside. He continues the motion until finally, he slips it out entirely. I immediately want it back.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, though I hear him moving around again.
"I…I don't know, Sir," I answer honestly.
"Oh?" he says quietly, "Talk to me. What are you unsure about?"
"I…I liked it. More than I expected is all."
"That's good, Riza. Are you ready for more?"
"Yes, Sir."
His hand leaves only to come back to my ass cheeks a few seconds later, once again, spreading them wide.
I squeeze my eyes shut behind the blindfold. Something cool touches my opening, and I yelp.
"Riza?"
"I…" My stomach twists with uncertainty. I trust him, but I don't know how I feel about an unknown object being inserted back there. Checkmate is on the tip of my tongue. "Sir, I–"
"I apologize," he says suddenly. "I meant to show it to you before. It's a silicone butt plug," he explains quietly. "It's smaller than the average penis, and the lubricant should eliminate friction. Here."
He takes one of my hands from the couch and sets something in my palm. I breathe out slowly as I make out the size and shape of the toy by touch alone. It's not the same as seeing it, but it's enough to calm my nerves.
"Thank you, Sir," I tell him, waiting for him to take the toy back. "I was a little worried for a second."
"Are you ready to continue now?"
I take a quick breath and resituate my hands on the sofa.
"Yes, Sir. Please, go on."
"I'm going to go slow," he tells me, his hand returning to my ass. "Just remember to relax."
"Yes, Sir."
I suck in a breath at the same time I feel the tip enter me. I lift up on my toes and bite down on my lip.
"Unclench your ass, Riza."
"Yes, Sir," I gasp.
I close my eyes and focus on relaxing, even as he pushes the toy deeper inside of me. Finally, he stops, and I freeze, waiting.
"Good girl," he tells me, his hands releasing me. I feel his fingers trailing up over butt cheeks, and I bite my lip. "You took it all."
I did? But how… I flex my ass and gasp, the toy filling me more than I realized. He touches the base, and I whine at the sensation.
"Are you in pain?" he asks in a low tone, one of his hands cupping my plugged ass.
"N-no, Sir," I tell him, honestly.
"How does it feel?"
"Big," I confess, even though he said it was smaller than—
"Do you like having your ass filled?" His hand moves lower, towards my neglected pussy, and I swallow a whine.
"Yes, Sir," I gasp. "It feels…heavy."
"Good." He kisses my spine before his hand moves away, sliding up my hip to my shoulder. "Stand up, Riza."
He keeps his hand on me, sliding it down my arm to my elbow, where he grips me gently to guide me, since I'm blind. I whimper when I reach my full height, the toy in my ass feeling tighter than before.
"I'm going to lead you around the couch," he tells me in my ear. "I want you on your back."
"Yes, Sir," I murmur.
Roy helps me sit, turning me so I'm lying across the cushions with my knees bent and my feet flat against the seat. He grabs one leg and pulls it to the side, letting my knee fall open. He takes the other and lifts my ankle until it's resting on the back of the couch, leaving me spread open in front of him.
"So wet," he mutters. "Fuck."
My exposed pussy shudders at his words, but he doesn't touch me.
"Put your arms over your head," he demands softly.
I do it without question, feeling for the armrest, which I grip in my hands.
"I'm going to make you come now," he announces, and I desperately wish I could see what he's doing. "For this, though, I won't be touching your pussy or your clit."
What? But I've never come without… How does he plan to—
I jump when his fingers pull at my nipples. He takes one breast in each hand and begins teasing me. Pinching, rolling, tugging. I lean back into my arms and force my chest toward him.
"You like my hands on your perky tits," he murmurs. "So eager to please."
I moan when one hand is suddenly replaced by his mouth. He starts licking and kissing, his soft lips sliding across my skin. I cry out when his teeth nip at my hard nub, his tongue instantly lapping over it. And then he sucks hard, pulling so much of me into his hot mouth. I whimper and squirm under him, gasping when my ass squeezes, and the plug inside only makes it worse.
He repeats the same thing with my other breast. And then again. Switching back and forth until my boobs feel feverish and hyper-sensitive. They must be red, though I can't see them. His teeth scrape over one, and I feel wet leak out between my legs, trailing down to my filled ass. My pussy is throbbing acutely, and I have no doubt he can make me come from just this.
"Sir," I choke. "I…"
"Are you close?" Roy asks, my breast sliding out of his mouth.
"I… I think…"
I can't breathe. I feel too hot and so… oh, OH!
One of his hands leaves my chest and drops down between my legs. As promised, he doesn't touch my pussy, but bypasses it, twisting the toy in my ass.
"Oh God," I moan, my back bowing off the couch.
"Come, Riza," he demands, my nipple caught between his teeth.
"Sir, I–" He rotates the plug again, and I let out a sharp cry.
"Come, now," he repeats, gruffer than before.
"I just… I can't…"
He drops his head to my breast and sucks deeply at the same time he pulls the toy out and drives it back in. I scream as I come, my head digging back into the couch, my knuckles going white where I'm holding the armrest.
Roy sits back as my orgasm rolls over me, his hand between my legs continuing to twist the plug ever so slightly to prolong it.
When I come down, he reaches forward and removes the blindfold before allowing me to lower my arms to my sides. I blink in the sudden light before immediately looking down at my body. I feel my face heat as I take in the sight of my breasts, red where his manipulation has left them inflamed and slick with his saliva. I want to cover them but keep my hands down like he instructed. I glance down between my spread legs and bite my lip at the wet spot on the towel he must've put down.
"You took your punishment well," he praises me softly, and I look up at him.
He's sitting with his back to the back of the couch, angled toward me. He took off his shirt at some point, leaving his hard chest on display. I hold my breath as he reaches out with one hand. I'm tempted to shut my legs, but I force them to remain open, where he arranged them. His fingers trail down my thigh to my swollen lips. He traces around them lightly before looking up at me. I instantly look away.
"You can look me in the eye, Riza."
I raise my gaze to his, and he traces the circle again.
"How does your ass feel?"
"Good, Sir," I answer breathlessly.
"She likes her plug," he murmurs, shutting his eyes. "My damn good girl."
"Yes, Sir," I choke as his finger slides deeper into my slit, still circling.
"Would you like to come again?" He looks up at me, and I tremble all over.
"Yes, Sir."
"With my cock in your pussy?"
"Yes, Sir," I whine. "Please."
I watch as he uses his free hand to rub himself over his pants.
"Do you want me to remove your plug first?" his voice drops with arousal, and I shut my eyes as I shake my head.
"No, Sir."
He lets out a sound like a growl as he stands, and for a split second I think of Rebecca referring to Jean as a tiger. The thought is banished from my memory when he crawls over me, naked. If anything, Roy is more like a bear. Wild, ferocious, and—oh God—huge.
I barely get a glimpse of his angry, red beast bobbing between his thighs before he tilts my head back with his thumb. His lips drop to my neck, and I hear the sound of foil tearing before, suddenly, he's lined up with my opening.
"Get ready, Riza."
"Yes, Sir," I try to answer as he starts to sink in, but my words are swallowed by my gasp.
Roy
I nip at her neck, and she jerks under me, my cock sliding easily into her soaked channel. Fuck, I love this pussy. So tight. I grunt as my balls brush her lips, which are warm and enlarged from arousal.
"Sir," she mewls, and I suck hard on her neck.
She'll be leaving here with more than one visible reminder of our play.
I roll my hips, memorizing the feel of her satin pussy squeezing me before I pull out and begin rocking into her slowly. My hand in the couch next to her ribs curls into a fist when I feel her plug through the thin wall of her pussy. I hiss as it drags against my cock. Her foot slides off the back of the couch and loops around my ass. I don't reprimand her this time. I like the way her heel is holding her tight to me.
"How does it feel?" I lift my head from her neck to see her eyes closed tight.
"Sir?" she breathes.
"My cock," I clarify, driving deep. "How does it feel?"
"Hard, Sir," she gasps. "A-and thick…"
"And?"
"Enormous," she cries, her eyes opening as I slide a finger through her drenched folds and press against her clit. "It…Sir, it feels like…"
"Do you like the way it feels?" I ask through my teeth as I slowly sink in again.
"No, Sir." She shakes her head, and I almost pull out in surprise.
"No?" I raise an eyebrow and roll her clit again.
"No. I-I love it, Sir."
That's what I thought. I feel the corners of my lips twitch up as I drop my mouth back to the skin of her neck. I kiss her lightly before I start to suck again, harder this time. I shift all of my weight onto my arm in the couch as I work her with my mouth and begin pistoning into her fast and hard.
"Sir!" Her hands dig into my back, and I snarl against her skin.
My hand on her clit travels lower, and I cup her ass, the heel of my palm pressing firmly against her plug as I power into her.
"You love this?" I ask roughly, my lips against her collarbone.
"Y-yes, Sir," she moans.
"You like it when I fuck you hard and rough," I pant between words. "My cock ripping apart your pink pussy?"
"Yes, Sir! Yes!"
I feel her rippling around my shaft, and I pull out almost all the way as I force my hips to stop, leaving only my bulging head inside of her.
"What's the rule, Riza?" I ask in a low tone, my voice thick with need.
"I-I can't come until you say," she chokes out.
"Good girl." I nod. "Put your arms over your head."
She hesitates, and I raise an eyebrow, wondering, for a split second, if another punishment is in store tonight, but she complies, grabbing onto the arm rest behind her.
I start moving again, faster than before. Wilder. She starts writhing beneath me, and I move my hand from her ass to her hip, where I hold her steady as I pump into her.
"Sir, I–"
"Not yet," I grunt, watching her breasts bounce. "Soon."
"But I–"
Her pussy spasms, and I know she won't be able to stop herself much longer. I drive in twice more, watching her face twist as she tries to hold off her orgasm. I drop my lips to the space between her jiggling tits and suck, swirling my tongue against her. Finally, I lift my head, murmuring, "Come."
The order is barely off my lips, before she's crying out, her back bowing off the cushions, as I continue to hammer into her. Her pussy tightens almost painfully around my shaft, and I suck in a breath as I move my hand from her hip back to her plug, twisting it slightly.
"Sir!" she screams, and I cover the toy with my hand, thrusting into her pussy again. "I…"
"Riza," I groan, her satin walls milking me.
I'm going to blow soon.
"I can't stop," she gasps, her face scrunching up. "I c-can't stop coming."
I tug on the toy and push it in again, her quaking body jerking under me. Finally, I plant both hands in the couch and slam into her, tossing my head back as I come hard, my teeth clenched as my load releases into the condom. After several spurts, I take a deep breath and start to sit back. Her pussy is still shuddering around me as I ease out of her.
"Riza?" I lean over her, as her breathing slowly evens out, and her body relaxes.
"I…I've never come that long," she murmurs, opening her eyes. "I…"
"Shh." I stroke her hair off her sweaty forehead. "Just breathe."
She nods, shutting her eyes again, and I stand, finding my discarded pants on the floor. I pull them on, ignoring the condom still on my dick, and sit back down, reaching out to tap the base of the plug still buried in her ass. She flinches and looks down at me.
"I'm going to take this out now," I tell her softly. "Just relax."
She nods, spreading her legs for me, and I carefully remove the small, black toy, I hear her hiss faintly as I turn and dropping it on one of the towels I brought down. When I look back at her, she's curled up on her side, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
"I'm going to get a wet rag to clean you up," I say, standing again. "Are you all right?"
"Is our session over?" she asks meekly.
"Yes, Riza," I answer softly. "We're finished for the night."
She nods and props up on an elbow.
"I'm all right," she announces. "I…I enjoyed that."
I watch her blush prettily before she meets my eyes.
"Good." I nod.
"Oh, but I didn't bring other clothes," she looks over at her discarded outfit.
"I'll bring you something to sleep in," I add moving around the couch. "In the future, though, you should bring some things by to leave here."
"Oh," she says with surprise. "I… Okay."
"I'll be right back."
"Thank you, Roy," she calls after me softly, and I pause in the doorway to look back at her, naked and innocent looking, curled up on my couch.
Fuck. I could fall in love with this woman.
"Don't mention it," I reply dismissively.
Then, I turn before she can say anything else and head upstairs.