This chapter is extremely kinky. You've been warned.

Chapter 10

Regina was shivering when she shed her bra and panties and walked into the corner, kneeling down and averting her gaze to the ground. She felt the anticipation rolling through her body in waves, telling her that coming here had been the right decision. She'd been miserable without him, and in the end – after a long conversation with Megan – she realized that he was right. There was nothing wrong with the craving of hers to be submissive, and if she didn't indulge in their sex plays any longer she would never be really satisfied again. But that wasn't all, the last days without him made it clear to her that she couldn't live without him. She wanted him in her life, she needed him in her life. And everything that came with being in a relationship with him. Being his servant.

"Look at me," his harsh voice rang through the room, making her eyes snap up to him.

Robin was standing beside the table, and she'd been so deep in thought that she hadn't heard him arrange the things that were lying on the surface, things that made her core clench with need.

"Red, Yellow, Green?" he asked, breaking through his role for a moment for safe words.

She nodded silently, telling him she understood what he was asking. Yellow was in case she needed him to be pause in what he was doing, green was to tell him he could continue with what he'd been doing, and red was for things she didn't want to do or if she needed him to stop what he was doing. She'd only stopped him once before, when he was about to fuck her ass and she hadn't felt ready. But something was telling her that he wanted to do it again tonight, and this time she wanted him to take that step, her core clenching in anticipation as she imagined his thick cock thrusting inside where he'd never been before.

"I'm gonna handcuff you with these, so that I can pull your bound hands over this hook." Regina followed his outstretched arm with her eyes, seeing the hook protruding from the low ceiling for the first time. "Then I will use this." Her eyes snapped back to him, her nipples tightening painfully when his long fingers stroked over the paddle. "Five strikes will suffice I think, to redden your ass to my liking. Then you will lean over the table, and I will insert this inflatable plug into your ass. Two strikes with the flogger, and four pumps for the plug until you are well stretched. I think five turns might be necessary." A shudder ran through her as she looked at the plug and wondered how big it would be after twenty pumps. "Then you will serve me dinner, and I need you to be ready to be fucked when I've finished eating, so I expect you to stay wet for me. And I want you to know that I will not only fuck your pussy today. I want you to feel the plug shift with every step you take so that you have an idea how it might feel when I fuck your tight hole, which will happen eventually tonight. Do you understand?"

A shiver ran down her spine, and she tilted her head downwards as she said, "Yes, master."

"Great. Now come here."

He fastened the handcuffs around her wrists when she came to stand before him, and then he reached up to pull the hook further down before lifting her arms and securing her bound hands over the hook. Taking a step back, he looked at her, his gaze trailing up and down her body, making her nipples pucker even more, and with a satisfied smile he reached for her breasts and kneaded them softly, twirling her nipples between his fingers until they were hard and aching points before he released them and stepped behind her.

"Five strikes," he informed her a moment later, and the words were hardly out of his mouth as the paddle hit her ass the first time.

The five strikes were over rather fast, her ass pleasantly warm from the strikes, her body humming with pleasure as he helped her arms down and removed the handcuffs before leading her to the table. He pressed down on her shoulder blades until she was lying flat on the surface, and his fingers slid between her legs and gathered the moisture there, spreading it upwards, rubbing it over her puckered opening.

She heard the squeeze of a bottle and then the cool lube trickled down on her ass, a moment before she felt him push in the deflated plug. It didn't feel uncomfortable at all, since she'd worn much thicker plugs before, and she spread her legs wider, anticipating the bite of the flogger.

The first turns weren't that bad, the stretching of her ass actually aroused her immensely, and the slaps of the flogger made her ass burn just the right way. But the next two turns were threatening to drown her in sensations. Her ass was stretched wide by the plug, burning slightly from the intrusion, her cheeks were stinging bright hot, and on the last pump of the plug she inhaled a startled breath.

"Yellow!" she called out as the flogger hit her skin again, and he stopped immediately, giving her time to tell him to stop or go on. She took in some deep breaths, shifting slightly, waiting for the burn to cease a little since she still wanted him to finish what he started, and when she felt ready again she tilted her head and said softly, "Green."

The flogger came down on her skin for one last time, and then he pumped the plug again, the stretch and burn almost too much, leaving her breathless.

"Stand up," he commanded, and she stumbled to her feet, finding him leaning against the opposite wall. "Come over here."

She walked over to him slowly, feeling the plug hard and wide inside of her ass. When she reached him he whirled her around so that her back was pressed against his chest, and his arms came around her, one hand gripping her breast while the other was curled around a riding crop that hadn't been in his plan to begin with, but she didn't mind, knowing he would give her the release her body craved.

"Spread your legs." A soft pat with the crop on her clit, then a switch to rub over it with the other end, then another switch, the change of sensations pushing her closer and closer. Her legs started to shake, her muscles began to flutter, the fullness in her ass making it all the more intense. Biting her tongue, she hoped for his command to let go, and she let out a moan when he finally rasped into her ear, "You're allowed to come now."

The crop hit her clit another time, the sharp bite causing her to careen over the edge, making her shake in his arms, but he hardly let her come down before he pushed her into an upright position and walked towards the table, clearly expecting from her to serve him now.

The next half an hour went by in a blur, her whole body aching in a delicious way as she served him dinner, his fingers ghosting over her skin from time to time; a caress of her sore ass, a tug at her nipple, and with every step the plug was shifting in her ass, not letting her forget what would come next, a wave of wetness pooling between her legs as she looked at the obvious bulge in his pants. She wanted to touch him desperately, but she knew he wouldn't allow it, that he didn't want it to end too fast when he finally fucked her.

She exhaled a breath of relief when he at last put the knife and fork on the his empty plate and stood up, shedding all his clothes before stepping beside her. His fingers curled around her wrist, leading her to the bed and gesturing for her to lay down on her stomach. A pillow was pushed under her hips to elevate her, and then she felt his fingers smooth over her sore ass, a tug at the plug and she inhaled a sharp breath as he slipped it almost completely out before pushing it back in, fucking her with the plug for a few thrusts before removing it.

"Let's give that pussy of yours a good fuck first, shall we?

Her ass muscles were still clenching, apparently not content with the sudden emptiness, as he pushed her legs further apart and a moment later his fingers slipped through her folds to make sure she was ready, and before she could take another breath he slammed into her until the hilt, taking her hard and fast, hitting the soft spot deep inside of her over and over again. Her ass burned inside and out, but he thrust into her relentlessly, the tip of his cock finding her spot on each stroke, and it didn't take long until she fell again.

He thrust into her one more time before retreating, and her body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she felt the coolness of the lube hit her skin. One well lubricated finger slipped into her puckered opening, massaging it softly before he added a second finger, stretching her, making her ready for his cock.

"It's time now to fuck your tight hole," he growled as he slipped his fingers out of her and grabbed her waist.

She felt him press against her ass, his tip pushing in. He retreated a little and slid back in, and each time he pushed further into her.

"Oh yeah, such a tight fit," he grunted. "Almost there."

She felt full, almost too full, but he pushed into her further, and even so it felt uncomfortable she didn't want him to stop, her breath hitching in her throat as his hips hit her ass. He was fully buried inside of her now, her muscles stretched to their limits, and then he pulled out slowly and pushed back in, repeating the movement over and over until her muscles relaxed and the first spark of pleasure rushed through her body as he picked up the pace.

"That's it," he rasped. "I knew you'd love to be fucked in the ass."

And God, he was right. It was a completely different sensation to feel his cock in her ass, but a good one.

"Make yourself come," he barked on another plunge. "I want to feel your ass clamp down around my cock."

She reached down and slipped her hand under her body, finding her swollen and over sensitized clit, and gathering the moisture of her own arousal, she started to rub her finger over her clit.

"Come on," he growled behind her.

His cock was thrusting in and out, and even though it was still a strange sensation she felt her body trembling with the need to come one more time, and she rubbed harder at her clit as he pulled out again and pushed back in, keeping up a steady rhythm.

"Oh God," Regina whimpered, being so close but just not able to fall over the edge.

"Do I need to stuff your cunt too?" Robin asked, and the imagine of all her holes being full made her arch her back, and on another deep plunge she was gone, her inner walls clamping around emptiness, her ass muscles squeezing him tight as she came and came, hearing him let out a guttural growl as he thrust deep into her one last time before his body stiffened and he spilled his release inside of her.

She might have blacked out for a moment, coming to again when he slipped slowly out of her, but she just stayed where she was, unable to move.

"You alright," his soft voice reached her ear, and with some effort she opened her eyes and saw him sitting beside her.

"Yes," she whispered, hardly able to say this one word as exhaustion pulled at every fiber of her body.

"Good," he said, and then he was gone and she closed her eyes again, sighing softly when she felt a wet cloth rub between her legs as he cleaned her.

"I need you to sit up for me, sweetheart," Robin coaxed and with his help she managed to lean back against the headrest, his hands pushing her thighs apart gently before he pressed another cloth between her legs to catch the seed trickling out of her ass.

Her eyes had fluttered closed again, sleep trying to pull her under but he coaxed her into drinking a glass of water before his lips ghosted over her forehead and then he helped her lay down, spreading the sheet over her. She heard him rummaging around, the splash of water as he cleaned himself up, and then the dip of the mattress as he joined her, pulling her into his arms.

"Robin?" she breathed, trying to force her eyes open with no success. She knew they needed to talk, but she just felt so tired.

"We'll talk tomorrow," he murmured, his hand brushing soothingly over her hair. "You're exhausted. Let's sleep."

She gave up the fight then, and let herself drift off to sleep.