Do I even have to warn you about the amount of smut in this chapter? Didn't think so, lol! Thank you for the reviews as well. Life is super busy at the moment, unfortunaly.
Right, I'm too exhausted to stay and chat, I have work tomorrow, so goodnight. Sweet dreams *wink*.
Any mistakes are my own.
Elle woke up, her body feeling heavy. She groaned softly, trying to stretch the kinks out of her slightly stiff limbs. Then she opened her eyes noticing she was in Roland's bed. She stiffened and glanced around, noticing he was not beside her. Feeling slightly bereft, she sat up, then she gasped softly as she noticed him standing by the foot of the bed. His face was quite passive as he watched her. He was fully dressed in a black pin striped suit, holding a tray, clearly just waiting for her to wake up. She studied his appearance with hot, befuddled eyes. It should be illegal to be that fucking sexy, damn it.
"Good morn-,"
"Shhh," he hushed her darkly. "Don't speak, little one." He studied her reaction closely.
Elle obeyed instantly, realising that he was now punishing her for her transgressions from the previous day. She dimly recalled flashes of the evening, and felt herself grow embarrassed by her own behaviour. Her gaze fell to her lap and her hands fiddled slightly, biting her lower lip.
"I'm gonna ask you a few questions, pet, and you will answer with a nod or a shake of your head. I expect you to answer me truthfully, do you understand, babygirl?"
Elle nodded, still keeping her eyes down, a thrill running through her at the pet name.
"Do you feel hungover?"
Elle assessed herself briefly. She wasn't exactly feeling sick, she merely had a dry mouth and felt thirsty. She shook her head.
"Do you need something to drink?"
She nodded.
"Food?"
She nodded again, knowing some food would do her good.
He sat down on the bed beside her, placing the tray on the bedside table.
"I have prepared you a light meal of toast and apple juice. I also have this. It's Aspirin. Please drink it."
He gave her a glass filled with a slightly fizzing liquid. She downed the medicine gratefully, suddenly realising her head was actually hurting as well.
"Good, now eat."
He handed her the plate, and she saw three slices of toast with butter. She ate quietly, knowing instinctively that he expected her to keep silent. He watched her intently, making sure she ate it all.
Once finished, he put the plate aside.
"Now, pet, as you have probably realised, your punishment has begun. As I warned you, it will be rather severe. You may use your safe words, both of them, but otherwise you are not allowed to speak. For now. Right now, you're my toy, and toys don't speak.
Today, I will teach you a lesson on self control and discipline. The point of this lesson is to show you that you are stronger than you realize. It'll not only boost your confidence, but it'll also show you how our relationship can give you more than just sexual gratification.
Furthermore you will get familiar with the concept of pain and pleasure. To keep you encouraged during all of this, I will grant you a gift at the end of the weekend. Keep that in mind, if you feel overwhelmed. If that doesn't help, you can always use your safe words."
He finished speaking, and she was listening raptly, her mouth slightly agape, already apprehensive at what he would be doing to her.
"I would like you to get out of bed and go to the bathroom. Get yourself ready, shower and dress. I have laid out an outfit for you. Be back here in sixty minutes. You will find the door to my room of ecstasy open. You will take the blindfold hanging on the door knob, and then you will go to the pad laid out on the floor. Kneel on that and blindfold yourself. I will join you when I feel ready. Be prepared, it'll be awhile, so this is going to test your patience. I will also be less lenient with you today. Nod once if you understand my instructions."
Elle nodded.
"Good girl." He got up and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Gulping slightly, Elle went to his bathroom, peering curiously at the items he had laid out. The first one on the bench was a razor. Getting the hint quite clearly, she entered his shower and washed herself, then shaved her body, including her nether regions.
Exiting, she hastily dried off, blowing her hair dry. She examined the garments laid out, and she plucked a hair band from the pile. Not exactly sure what he expected, she pulled her hair into a high ponytail, hoping she got it right. Then she looked at the other things.
He had picked a short black skirt and underwear out for her. A pair of black silky stockings as well with a garter belt and everything. Black heels completed the set. She wasn't sure how to put it on, so she experimented until she felt she had gotten it right. She examined herself in the mirror as she put it on, quite liking the effect of it all. She especially liked the stockings, which were quite simple, except they had a black line down the back. The bra had two slim straps that crossed the top of her breasts, and the cups were mostly black fine mesh with only the centre filled with lace that just about covered her nipples.
The thong was black as well and in similar design, only a series of thin straps across her folds, the rest of her pubic area only covered by the fine mesh that stopped just before her clit, splitting into three thin strips of fabric. One strap ran along the seam of her entrance, her inner lips practically hugging it. And the other straps ran on the outside of her outer labia, joining just before entering the cleft of her ass. The design made the panties practically bottomless. Another pair of slim straps crossed from each hip to the apex of the opposite hem right where her thigh would start.
The skirt barely came down to the end of her buttocks.
She discovered the single lipstick on the counter by the sink, and plucking it up, she read the label. The brand was called Smashbox, and the color was Miss Conduct. She knew the brand well. It was a no smear lipstick. Roland had chosen well, and she giggled at the name of the product, the double meaning clear, once again amazed at the man's attention to detail. Smiling softly, she put it on. The deep red complemented the blackness of her outfit nicely.
She had to hand it to the man, his taste was exquisite. She had never felt quite so sexy.
Finally done, she exited the bathroom, walking slowly through his bedroom to the door through which she had only entered once before. A red blindfold hung on the door handle. It matched her lipstick. She grabbed it, and nearly swooned at the silky feel of it. Then she went inside the room, not daring to look around too much. She located the spot he had told her about and knelt down, hastily blindfolding herself. Then she waited.
She had no idea how long it was, but it felt like at least an hour. She felt her other senses spike, trying to hear anything, anything at all.
Suddenly she felt something touch her beneath her chin, and she nearly screamed in shock, barely containing her gasp.
"Sssshhh, pet. It's only me," he crooned. The silence was so complete, she could barely tell from which direction he had spoken. The thing caressing her chin and jaw felt cool and flexible. He pressed it to her jaw on one side, making her tilt her head upwards and slightly to the side.
"Good fucking god, Elle. I think I'm gonna need you to wear this lipstick whenever you are around me from now on. That fucking looks incredible on you," he growled darkly.
She knew better than to speak, but even so, she felt liquid heat pool in her core. She waited.
Suddenly she felt something between her legs, caressing and smoothing over her folds. She felt him adjust her position, spreading her knees further apart, arching her back so he had full access to her. He placed her hands at the small of her back.
"There, that looks quite delicious." He was quiet for a moment. "Let's play a little game, shall we, kitten? You will remain in this position for now. I am going to give you a few rules. Break the rules, and you'll feel my displeasure.
Rule number one: My word is your command. I am your master and when I tell you to do something, you will obey instantly and without question.
Rule number two: If I ask you a question, you will only respond with a question. Example: do you want my cock? You will respond with something like: Do I?
Rule number three: Unless I give you specific directions, you will not move. That means you can not show any physical responses if I punish you or pleasure you.
Rule number four: No orgasms. No matter how far I push you, you will not succumb to sexual release until I allow it.
Rule number five: Keep your chin high, so I can see those sexy lips of yours at all times.
Are these rules clear, Elle?"
"Yes, master," she said immediately.
He gave her ass a swift slap, and she stiffened at the resultant sting. "That was a question, pet."
Damn.
"Are the rules clear?" He repeated darkly.
"Are they, master?" She asked.
An approving humm came towards her. He was silent for so long she almost feared he had left the room. Then suddenly his mouth was at her ear, and his fingers closed softly around her throat.
"Tell me if the rules are clear, Elle."
"They are clear, master," she replied.
"Good fucking girl." His deep voice made her almost shiver, and her insides practically melted as he gave a brief squeeze around her throat before removing his touch.
She struggled to follow his instructions and not move, doing her best to get her bearings, despite the fact that she couldn't see.
Suddenly she felt him probe her folds, sliding over the hood of her clit, her panties affording little protection from his warm touch. "Your master is pleased, pet. You are very smooth down here, well done," he crooned as he pulled the string aside that had been nestled between her labia.
She sensed he was right behind her. He delved lower and she felt his finger entering her from behind. She nearly gasped, but managed to keep silent and still. His breathing became slightly deeper and slower as he moved within her. She tensed somewhat as he fingered her, his slow movements were like napalm to her desire and she wanted him to take her right then and there.
"You are already so wet for me, kitten." He purred, twisting his finger somewhat, rubbing it against her sensitive walls, simultaneously he slowly pulled on her ponytail, pulling her head back, exposing her throat.
"I believe you are familiar with this pill, kitten," he crooned, just before his touch left her briefly. Then he was back, delicately placing the suppository at her entrance. Her body was already thrumming and she felt a chill run through her. Oh no! Not the Maca!
"Do you want me to give you this pill, pet?"
"Do I?" She asked dutifully.
He chuckled softly. "I don't know, babygirl, do you think you have earned it?"
"Have I?" She was so on edge, wanting to follow his rules to the letter.
"Tell me that you want me to insert this pill, Elle." He said then, his voice reassuring and warm.
There was nothing she could do, but accept it. "Please, I want you to insert the pill, master."
Crooning in satisfaction, he pressed it in as deeply as he could before fingering her lightly again. Her breathing became slightly laboured as he caressed her walls tenderly. Then he was gone and silence thumped through her tingling body.
"You've been a bad girl, Elle. You know you have, right?" He paused, waiting.
"Do I know that, master?" She said, practically feeling his wolfish smirk.
"You should know it by now, kitten. I will give you to the count of five to think about what I am going to do to you." Elle felt herself practically shudder at his words.
"Five," he hissed and something smacked her on the ass. She felt certain it was a crop of some kind, the thin flexible material rapping her rather sharply. The sting was barely absorbed by her skirt, and the pain flashed through her. She released a shrill grunt, nearly bending forward, trying to ward off the pain.
"Don't move, pet, I don't want to hear a sound coming from you. You know you have deserved this, don't you?"
"Do I, master?" she said softly, quickly trying to collect herself.
"Well done, little one, using the correct epithet and everything. Now I'm going to give you six lashes. Fucking brace yourself now."
He landed another blow, and Elle suppressed a sharp whimper, the pain stinging her flesh hotly. Then another lash and she gritted her teeth, feeling tears press in. This was the most pain she had ever endured from him. She briefly wondered if she could even handle it.
Another sting, and her ass felt like it was on fire. Her body felt tense and hot as she endured another and then another. She broke out into a sweat as he finished spanking her, and she was panting heavily. She had nearly called out the yellow safe word, feeling her body pushed to the limit, but she sensed he knew exactly how much she could handle.
When he was done, he was suddenly in front of her, and she felt his hot breath on her face before his lips pressed briefly against her mouth.
"Well done, kitten." She whimpered silently, wanting more of his kisses, but he was gone almost immediately. She understood the kiss to be praise as she had endured the pain, and her chest practically swelled with pride.
"Pleased though I am with how well you handled that, pet, don't think I am nearly done with you yet. You were warned of this, weren't you?"
She almost nodded, but then thought better of it. She mustn't move. "Was I, master?"
"Tell me if I warned you of the consequences of your actions, Elle," he instructed in a level voice.
"You did warn me, master," she confirmed.
"That's right pet, so you earned this, didn't you?"
"Did I?"
"Very good, Elle. You are getting the hang of this game quite swiftly. Tell me if you want to please your master."
"I want to please my master," she confirmed immediately.
"That's what I fucking thought, pet. Because you are a little whore, aren't you?"
Elle's heart thumped wildly at his words, and she distinctly felt a soft gush at her core.
"Am I?" She asked, her voice suddenly husky.
"Do you like it when I call you a whore?"
"Do I?"
"Tell me if you like it when I call you a whore."
"I like it when you call me a whore, master."
"That's what I suspected," he purred.
She felt his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face from one side to the other.
"Do you want me to use that mouth of yours, pet?"
Oh god, yes! "Do I?"
"Tell me to use your mouth, Elle."
"Use my mouth, master," she said.
She heard him unbuckle his belt, and his smell washed over her a moment before she felt his cock press against her lips. She almost opened her mouth instinctively, but realised he hadn't instructed her to do so yet. She waited.
"I'm going to fucking enjoy seeing those fucking delicious red lips wrapped around my cock. Open up, pet."
She obeyed instantly and felt him push in, the salty remnant of precum already spreading on her tongue.
"Taste me, Elle. You will suck me like I am the most delicious popsicle you have ever had. And you will fucking moan while doing so."
Elle felt relieved at his permission to moan, and she threw herself into pleasuring him, enjoying the way his thick shaft slid in between her lips. She gave a deep moan as he hit the back of her throat, almost triggering her gag reflex. He pulled out all the way and leaned down so his face was just in front of her.
"Do I taste good?" His warm breath skittered across her face.
"Do you?" She asked, her voice slightly breathless.
"Tell me if you find my cock delicious, Elle."
"Your cock is delicious, master," she confirmed.
He kissed her deeply then, his lips capturing hers hungrily. Then he straightened up and began to fuck her mouth again.
"Whores do like good dick, don't they?" He crooned, clearly aware that she couldn't say anything at the moment.
He hissed softly as she gave a deep pull, her tongue fluttering across the sensitive area beneath the head. He twitched in her mouth, a deep groan escaping him.
"Such a good girl, pleasuring your master like this," he said huskily, speeding up, clearly approaching a climax. "Do you want my cum, pet?"
He pulled out and bent down again, kissing her before allowing her to answer.
Elle swallowed thickly. "Do I?"
He straightened up again, allowing his cock to run along her red lower lip. "I think you do, baby girl. Tell me you want my cum in your mouth, Elle." His voice was a sultry purr, and Elle felt her lower body starting to heat up. She realised that the Maca was starting to do its thing.
"I want you to cum in my mouth, master," she all but moaned up at him.
Unceremoniously thrusting back inside, he began to fuck her more insistently.
"Good girl, now suck me, fucking suck me until I erupt down your throat," he said, speeding up again.
Elle obeyed, doing her best to keep a steady rhythm. Overcome with pleasure, he groaned and moaned softly, his body trembling somewhat, his cock twitching. He pulled her close, pumping his release down the back of her throat. "Good girl, swallow everything, that's it," he groaned hotly.
She couldn't help but moan as she felt him pulse and twitch in her mouth. Her nether region was on fire as he stepped back, releasing her slowly.
"That lipstick is quite impressive. Didn't even smudge," he chuckled, bending down and running his thumb across her lips.
Elle remained silent, secretly squeezing her insides. She could feel herself almost dripping by now. She heard him buckle his trousers again and almost felt bereft, knowing he wasn't going to fuck her this instant.
"I am pleased, kitten. You have redeemed yourself. Somewhat at least." His voice darkened a bit at the last words, and she felt her insides flutter.
She heard him step around her, and then he seemed to vanish. She had to concentrate so she wouldn't move or try to locate him by listening. In his absence, she suddenly seemed to sink in upon herself. Her cunt was feeling way too warm and puffy and she longed to touch herself, eager to ease some of the ache there.
Elle barely managed to contain her gasp of shock when she felt something prod her clit. She resisted the urge to gyrate her hips in response. It was a slightly cool object, a blunt tip. Without a word Roland pushed the device into her, filling her slowly.
Oh dear god!
Elle clenched desperately, almost scared she would come apart then and there.
"You are fucking soaking wet, Elle. Is it the Maca that is affecting you like this?"
"Is it?" Elle managed, her voice strained.
"Tell me if you feel the Maca affecting you."
"I feel it," she confirmed, barely controlling her hips as he began to pump the object in and out of her, stretching her inner muscles deliciously.
"Does it feel good, kitten?" He purred, his mouth just by her ear.
She couldn't suppress a groan as he kept fucking her with whatever toy he was using. "Yes," she responded, breathless with the effort of keeping her body in check. She realised her mistaked too late.
The toy was pulled from her body with a wet sound and something slapped across her ass, leaving a trail of stinging skin behind.
"Naughty girl, forgetting the rules like that. Do you want me to hand out a penalty for this?" He asked. Something slithered across her ass and then thighs.
Elle realised with a slight jolt that it was a whip with several strings of what she thought must be leather. "Do I?" She asked hoarsely, feeling slightly apprehensive.
"Tell me if I should punish you for your slip up, Elle," he said, still running the whip across her skin.
"Yo-you should punish me," she confirmed, throat slightly dry.
"Hmmm, then we agree," he purred. The whip lifted from her skin. "Five lashes, kitten. Get ready."
She braced herself, and when the first stroke landed, she kept completely silent. The many tails of the whip landed on her skin, fanning out and almost lovingly caressing her body. The feeling was wildly erotic, and she had to focus on something else, which was pretty hard given her blindfold, because otherwise he could have her in a shuddering mess in moments. Roland expertly landed a few lashes on her ass and thighs, even her breasts got one each.
Once done, he penetrated her again with the mystery toy, nearly making her keel forward as the pleasure was almost too much.
"Remember kitten, no climax. And stay still," he cooed, not relenting his activities within her.
Oh god!
Elle was nearly whimpering with the effort of not orgasming, her limbs trembling as she fought to keep herself upright. Her legs were protesting as she strained her muscles, trying to evade the feeling of the impending climax. She panted harshly, forcing her brain to focus on anything else, her body plunging into a series of shivers so vicious her teeth actually chattered.
Then Roland left the toy, allowing it to sit still inside her. He seemed to be pushing a button on it, and she jumped when it suddenly roared to life inside her, buzzing and pulsing.
Fuck!
She realized it was Tracy's dog he had pushed inside her, and he adjusted it so the suction part was at her clit. Another thrill shot through her, when she suddenly heard the clink of his belt. Then she felt something cool and slippery between her ass cheeks. Her breathing escalated when comprehension dawned on her. A split second later, he was pressing his cock against her rear entrance. She instinctively clenched up, and he soothed her, getting her to relax enough so that he could push slowly past her ring muscle. He slid in all the way, his chest now nestled snugly against her back.
Elle was rigid as a board. The combination of the toy tugging at her clit and buzzing away inside her and the pressure from Roland's penetration into her ass was almost too much. This was the first time she experienced such a double penetration, apart from a simple buttplug, and she sensed he kept still to allow her to adjust to the new sensations.
She knew that if he moved, she would explode on the instant.
Due to her blindfold, everything she felt seemed magnified. She felt his breathing at the nape of her neck, the softness of his suit, the heat from his body. His hands holding onto her hips, fingers digging slightly into her soft curves.
"You are squeezing me so tightly, pet. Does it feel good to be filled like this?"
Her words were more like a sob. "Does it?"
"Tell me if it feels good, Elle," he crooned, placing a kiss at the nape of her neck.
"It feels so good, master, I don't think I can hold out."
"Oh, but you can babygirl, and you will." There was a clear warning in his voice.
Then he slowly pulled out before pushing all the way back in.
Elle tried to focus on her breathing, desperately trying to distract herself from the delicious sensations running through her. He began to move more steadily, and she was insensate to anything but the feel of his thick shaft filling her over and over, rubbing the thin walls, and the toy relentlessly tugging at her clit and massaging her slick heat.
She thought he must feel the vibrations too, because it wasn't long before he began to move faster, his breathing becoming increasingly laboured. Elle fought to hold her body steady, her legs threatening to give way beneath her everytime he pushed inside her.
"Do you want to come, kitten?" Roland asked, his voice almost a whisper across her neck.
Her mind screamed. Oh my fucking god YES PLEASE!
"D-do I?" She whimpered, feeling her walls clench and shudder around the toy inside her.
"Tell me that you want to come, Elle." He instructed just as softly, never ceasing his thrusts.
"I want t-to come, mas-ster" she moaned, nearly ready to give in, consequences be damned.
"I will give you a choice, darling mine. Climax now, and that will be the only climax I grant you this weekend. Hold out a little longer, and I will shower you with orgasms for two hours."
Elle groaned inwardly, her brain barely able to absorb what he was saying.
"Which one do you pick, kitten?"
"Wh-which one do I pick?" She managed, nearly sobbing now.
"Very good, pet. Tell me which one you will pick, Elle," he said, running a hand down her waist, while still fucking her with deep slow movements of his pelvis. There was no question, just hold out a little longer. A little longer, she could do that.
"The last one, master. I pick the last option."
"Good girl, Elle," he said, and the man had the audacity to pick up the pace. She felt her body tingle and almost succumb with shudders, but she fought them, keeping completely rigid, despite the tantalizing pull of the abyss.
"Focus, pet, I know you can do it."
His words did nothing to help, and she nearly let out a piercing cry. She gritted her teeth, and began to chant in her mind, creating a distracting buzz that kept the temptation at bay. He kept her there for forever, alternating the speed of his thrusts, crooning and cooing approvingly at her.
Finally, he extracted the toy, and replaced it with his fingers, penetrating her gently, placing his hand between her spread legs, catching her clit and applying pressure to the hard bundle of nerves as he pushed his fingers deep inside her again and again, matching the rhythm of his remorseless thrusts. Elle tensed immediately, feeling her skin break out into goosebumps. He groaned as he felt her squeeze his cock tightly in rapid succession.
"Come for me now, kitten, I grant you permission to surrender. Come for your master," he growled into her ear, making her shudder viciously.
She didn't need telling twice. She almost pitched forward as her body experienced a climax so violent, she was left completely breathless. She sank back against his strong frame, crashing against his chest, convulsing and shuddering, completely out of control. He kept moving inside her, and she pushed back against him, groaning deep in her throat, as he catapulted her into another earth shattering climax.
As she slumped against him, completely spent, she dimly registered that he kissed her shoulder before lifting her up from the floor, carrying her to the huge bed, where he laid her down. She lay splayed out, spread eagled, as he began to undress, watching her heaving chest as he did so. Once naked, he climbed to the head of the bed where he leaned against the headboard. He pulled her to his chest, making her rest against him, his legs on either side of her body. Then he began to undress her, removing her bra, and skirt first, before assisting her in removing the panties. He threw the garments aside, leaving the stockings and garter on, and slowly began to caress her body. She leaned against him, filled with complete lassitude, knowing full well that he wasn't nearly done with her yet.
He pinched her nipples gently, massaging her breasts, her trembling stomach and thighs. Then he spread her legs, easily gaining access to her throbbing centre. His skilled digits slid through her puffy folds, catching her clit before, gently pulling at it, making her jolt somewhat. He circled her hot flesh, trailing warmly over her sensitive folds, leaving the caresses so softly, she moved her hips in tandem to try and gain more friction.
Using one finger, he entered her body, and she cried out at the delicious sensation as he began to finger her quite insistently, pushing the palm of his hand sharply against her clit as he pushed inside her again and again. He kept the pace calm and steady, only the thrusts were becoming increasingly forceful. It wasn't long before Elle was moaning and writhing against his chest as he brought her closer and closer to the brink.
And then just as she was about to fall over, he extracted his hand from between her legs, leaving her hanging. He released a deep chuckle as she cried out in frustration, her hips rising up sharply chasing after his fingers, her walls thrumming with the almost release.
"Do you want me to keep going, pet?" He asked, his lips tickling the shell of her ear.
"Do I?" She whined, still not entirely in control of her body.
"Tell me if I should keep going," he purred, his tongue flicking out at her earlobe.
"Please keep going, master," she whimpered.
Roland hummed, and then he grabbed her by the throat, pulling her head back, leaning it on his upper arm, so he could kiss her, his fingers squeezing her neck gently. And without further ado, he penetrated her again with one finger, this time using so much force in his movements that it took her less than ten seconds to climax. He encouraged her softly as she stiffened, and this time he allowed her to fall over, her body shuddering, her legs closing sharply around his questing finger. She clutched whitefingered on to his forearm, not even realising it as she shuddered violently in his lap.
Roland nibbled at her lips, easily pushing her legs apart again, resuming his motions of pumping his finger into her body, the heel of his palm pushing hard on her clit at every thrust. He made her climax again with absurd ease, this time not allowing her to close her legs, but instead trapping her thighs beneath his own legs, spreading her out wide. She bucked wildly, her back arching as she howled her release to the ceiling. He was relentless, his finger curling slightly inside her, slamming into her with surgical precision. She grew rigid again, releasing a startled moan as she felt the pressure build. He seemed to instinctively know what was about to happen, because he sped up, giving her the final push before pulling out and instead applying firm pressure to her clit. Elle squirted all over his hand and her own thighs and the bed as she screamed again, her body in the throes of intense pleasure. She hardly sensed anything by now, only when he pushed inside her again, did she thrash so violently he had to restrain her somewhat. He allowed her no respite, but started fingering her again, keeping her firmly in place. Her body was so inflamed it only took him a few moments to make her come apart again, and she groaned harshly, not quite sure what she had said yes to at this point. Roland was remorseless as he coaxed her to a few more shuddering releases.
When he finally released her, she was a pile of mush in his lap. He allowed her a few seconds rest as he reached for something, Elle was not lucid enough to pay attention. Only when she heard the buzzing and then felt it, did she jackknife against his chest, nearly pitching herself sideways onto the bed. He held her in place, his hand around her throat again, his mouth at her pulse point, his beard scratching her damp skin. He once more placed the Hitachi vibrator on her clit and she had no time to think, her body doing the work as she screamed her release and convulsed violently, her hips rolling and dipping, almost trying to get away from the intense vibrations aimed directly at the distended bundle of nerves. He didn't allow it, easily applying pressure as needed, catapulting her into another climax. Elle felt like she had left her body. She was covered in sweat, her back pressing hard into Roland's chest, his limbs practically wrapped around her as he coaxed her to another orgasm before putting the vibrator aside. He unceremoniously penetrated her with two fingers this time, pushing into her now flaming channel, her muscles clenching so tightly that she squeezed his fingers as he began to stroke her. Elle whimpered and moaned, quite literally shocked at how easily he could make her fall apart, even as she cried out again. He didn't stop thrusting and extracted such a strong climax from her that she squirted again, fluids spurting forth from her body. Roland pulled out as he felt the pressure, and instead pinched her clit between his fingers, his warm hand flat against her pubic bone. Then he delivered a series of slaps directly to her clit and she jolted sharply, screaming as he made her come again. By this time she was quite sure he was going to actually kill her with pleasure. She whined when he simply pushed into her body again, curling his fingers so that he pushed at her g-spot, before beginning another bout of hard thrusts, his palm crashing relentlessly against her clit. Elle counted six thrusts, and then she was gone. She came to with Roland nibbling at her throat, crooning and mumbling in her ear. She was barely lucid, when she felt him adjust her position somewhat.
He lifted her up and placed his aching cock at her rear entrance, pushing in until he hit bottom. Not able to hold back much more, he began to fuck her, moving sensuously beneath her, simultaneously pushing Tracy's dog inside her slick heat again. It wasn't long before she began to moan again, almost protesting deliriously as he filled both her holes over and over again.
"Do you realize, Elle, that I could do this to you over and over again until you will do literally anything I ask of you? This is the sweetest kind of torture, but it can be torture nonetheless." He delivered a hard thrust, groaning as he did so, the vibrations from his chest transfering to her body.
"There is denial of pleasure, and then there is this," he growled before languidly licking her throat. She groaned a he began to fuck her harder, allowing the toy to press against her clit, the pressure building inside her again.
"If you think I am done with you, you are sorely mistaken, babygirl." He sank his teeth into her neck, and Elle jolted sharply as he made her come apart again.
"I could turn your insides out, and you wouldn't ever question me again. Because, who is your master?" His voice was a deep growl that trailed into her ear canal, the vibrations traveling down her spine and ending right at her core.
"Who?" She gasped, barely managing to keep up.
"Tell me, who your master is, babygirl," he instructed, delivering a hard thrust that made her cry out.
"You're my master!" She said, her voice slightly squeaky because of his actions.
"Do I own you, pet?"
"Do you?"
His seductive chuckle made her shudder deliciously. "Tell me who owns you, Elle."
She moaned as he suddenly sped up the movements of his hips. "You own me," she groaned, her voice tense with another impending climax.
He chuckled darkly. "See what I mean? A little delectable torture and you submit completely to me."
She barely managed a sound, because suddenly he shifted their bodies, and she found herself beneath him on her stomach. Tracy's dog was still inside of her, and Roland began to fuck her in the ass, his movements less controlled. His hand came down and adjusted the toy so the nozzle was planted firmly against her clit, and then he let loose, practically fucking her into the mattress.
"Fuck!" Elle exclaimed almost instantly hurtled into a strong climax.
"Language, pet," he admonished with another chuckle, not slowing down or easing up even as her insides squeezed and convulsed around the two intruding members.
She wasn't listening. She was practically moaning non stop now, and she felt herself being pushed over again, the covers beneath her being soaked in her release.
Roland groaned as she seemed to squeeze him so hard he almost came to a dead halt within her. Growling deeply, he delivered a series of hard thrusts that made her lurch sharply beneath him. She exploded again, howling into the mattress. He could no longer hold out, and he groaned as he suddenly climaxed, pushing deep inside her as he did so.
"I love you, Elle. I love you so much," he said huskily, still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He slumped with a groan, his body pressing her into the mattress, not that she noticed much. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to hum with barely suppressed delight. She barely registered when he removed himself from her, pulling the toy from her body as well.
"My sheets are soaked with your sins, pet," he growled, suddenly pressing against her again. "But not enough," he added, flipping her over, her limbs flying haphazardly and landing spread eagled on her back. Elle groaned when she realized that warm moist air was suddenly hitting her tingling labia.
"Oh, god, no, please, Roland!" She managed with a whimper.
Suddenly he was hovering over her, his mouth at her throat. "Are you defying me, my sweet?" He growled darkly. "It is either my mouth, or the vibrator, pet. Either way, I am not done with you yet. Which will it be?"
She groaned. "Which?" She asked dutifully.
"Tell me what you prefer babygirl, my mouth or the vibrator."
She lay for a moment, still breathing hard, the noise loud in her head. "Your mouth, master," she finally whispered.
He chuckled approvingly and slithered down her body.
Elle briefly wondered if she could survive past this weekend. Between her legs, Roland growled hungrily before unceremoniously capturing her sensitive clit between his lips, giving it a deep pull that made her gasp loudly, her back arching so sharply she nearly sat bolt upright.
Despite her blindfold, she felt another kind of darkness soon envelop her as he coaxed her to the brink of insanity, before making her beg for the final push, literally begging him to drive her insane over and over again.
Roland had kept going for another hour before relenting, allowing the young woman to nap for an hour before waking her up again. He made her lunch, making sure she replenished her body with nutrients and fluids. Then he pulled her into the bathroom, drawing them both a frothy bath and soaking in it for three quarters of an hour. He dressed her again according to his preferences, this time in only black stockings and a blindfold. Her hair had been rearranged in a ponytail again, and then he pulled her through the apartment, making her kneel on a pillow again. Being blindfolded, she had no idea where she was, but she kept herself still and silent as he had instructed. She heard the noise of pages turning, and she gathered that he was reading. Time passed in utter silence, and she almost began to feel impatient.
Finally after what seemed like an hour he focused his attention back on her, but she didn't realize until he spoke to her, and she kept to the rules, only speaking when instructed to or when he asked questions, which she answered with a question.
Eventually he asked her to crawl in the direction of his voice, and she felt butterflies in her lower abdomen, now really feeling her own nakedness. As she neared him, he grasped her around the throat, gently pulling her up into a standing position and releasing her again. Her breathing was rather erratic by then, and she felt disappointed as he didn't seem to touch her again for a long time.
She had no idea what was going on but she waited silently. Her knees nearly buckled when she suddenly felt his warm moist tongue flick out at her clit. The sensation was so unexpected and wickedly delicious and she barely managed to contain her soft moan. His lips sealed gently around her sensitive flesh making her shudder slightly.
"You're so responsive, kitten. I will never get enough of that." His voice was deep and seductive, and he captured her clit again giving it a tender suckle. Elle bit her lip as she felt her stomach flutter and clench. She had no idea if she would even be able to climax again. She had lost count of the amount of orgasms he had bestowed upon her by now. A thrill shot through her when she realized it was only Saturday, and she had no idea what the time was.
Beneath her Roland seemed to gain momentum. He nudged her legs apart and assaulted her folds with such force and passion that Elle allowed her head to fall back. Her groin was feeling hot and swollen, and his ministrations would surely drive her insane. She began to pant softly as she felt her womb clench repeatedly. She nearly buckled at the knees when she felt him probe her with his fingers, entering into her sensitive body.
She groaned inwardly, her hips rolling forward as he began to piston into her body, the noises of her wet flesh being manipulated quite loud in her ears.
He brought her to the brink of orgasm before stopping, and Elle nearly growled at him.
"Master," she began huskily.
"Shush pet. You will not speak unless spoken to. This is your punishment, remember?"
"Do I remember?" She nearly sobbed.
He wasn't touching her anymore, and so she stood legs slightly spread apart, waiting.
"You will stand here for as long as I require you to, pet. Your cunt is dripping on my knee, and when that stops, I will resume my caresses."
Elle gritted her teeth. This was going to be a long night. If it was night at all.
After another long wait, she felt his hands on her legs, stroking her gently, making her shiver with anticipation. Sure enough, his lips was suddenly at her core again, probing her flesh delicately. The soft touches illicited a much stronger response from her body than if he had outright pulled her clit into his mouth, and Roland seemed to know it. Every caress was like a delicious torture to her burning body, both quenching her need but also setting her alight like a furnace.
He had her on the edge within moments, and then relented his touch, nearly making her sob with need.
This time, Elle kept quiet, waiting, despite her tingling core.
"Your essence is literally dripping onto my knee, pet. Can you feel it?"
She felt it alright. "Can I?" She asked dutifully.
"Tell me if you feel how soaked your pretty cunt is," he instructed languidly.
"I feel it," she confirmed huskily.
His dark chuckle made her shiver.
"I can see your pretty petals have acquired a delightful color. The color of need. Do you need to come, kitten?"
Her throat was dry now. "Do I?"
"Tell me what you need, Elle."
"I need to come," she whispered in response.
He was silent for a moment. Then:
"Touch yourself, kitten."
Elle let out a small gasp, not knowing if she heard him right. He hadn't allowed her to masturbate since she was late for work because of it.
"You heard me, touch yourself. I wanna see you."
With trembling fingers, Elle obeyed, tentatively placing her hand between her legs and rubbing gently on her clit. She was already so sensitive that it didn't take her long to find the right rhythm.
"You are allowed to moan," he said huskily.
Sighing softly, she began to move more insistently, feeling herself closing in on an orgasm.
She began to gyrate her hips, moaning softly, and her legs started to tremble, feeling like they could give way any moment. She was so close.
"Stop."
Elle didn't register his word at first, her heart was almost thumping too loud.
"Stop, pet." Roland repeated firmly.
Reluctantly she obeyed, releasing a sigh, feeling that flaming need gnaw at her, her hand falling to the side again.
"Well done, Elle," he crooned, clearly pleased. "You may begin again."
She hesitated for a split second, but then she felt his fingers trace almost warningly along her hip. "Again," he repeated softly.
Elle resumed her masturbation, now aware that he might stop her at any moment.
"Shhh, none of that. Don't be afraid. Remember, this is your punishment, pet. Now do as I say, and bring yourself to that tantalising edge."
Whimpering softly, Elle did as he requested, soon feeling herself lost in the sensations. She stroked herself as she would usually do, eliciting a slow burn that made her pant slightly. The blindfold helped her imagination, and she conjured up Roland in her mind. A groan escaped her, her hips jerking somewhat. Moaning she chased the illusive release, almost at the edge of the burning edge, feeling the heat as if it was the edge of a volcano crater. She longed to pitch herself over.
"Stop."
Whimpering, Elle obeyed, her lips trembling with an unshed sob.
"Good girl," he praised, allowing her a few seconds to collect herself.
"Again," he then said, a stern finallity to his voice.
Her limbs were trembling with the effort of repeatedly bringing herself to near orgasm and then having to stop. She had lost count of the amount of times he had stopped her, but she was getting desperate now. Had she not been wet before, she certainly was now. Her fingers didn't need to quest between her nether lips, her juices having already spread across her sensitive clit. As he halted her yet again, Elle had literally sobbed out loud. She was so turned on it was painful. She was ready to continue her masturbation, consequences be damned.
She had just allowed her hand to fall to the side, her nether regions on fire, when she felt something… different.
She froze slightly, investigating the sensation again. It was a few moments when she realized he was blowing on her clit. The sensation made her jerk.
"Your clit is twitching for me," he crooned, before administering another wave of hot moist air.
"Do you feel it?"
Of course she felt it, she was nearly ready to fall at his feet. "Do I?" She croaked.
"Hmmm, that remains to be seen, doesn't it, pet?" And he resumed the stream of persistent air.
She was so ignited with desire that she actually moved her pelvis to get a more direct caress of the air. She had no idea that this could feel so delicious and infuriating at the same time, but she knew that he would make her climax like this. And so he did. It took him only a few moments, but his persistence was enough. She threw her head back, her entire body shaking as she exploded with such force she nearly fell to the floor. A deep groan escaped her as she climaxed, and no sooner had the waves subsided than he grabbed her by the hips and yanked her into his lap. He shifted both of them around, her still moaning with the feelings coursing through her. Her moans soon turned to a high-pitched wail as he thrust into her body with weather anticipation, and Elle released a strangled scream as she felt her swollen walls abraded by his thick length. She was helpless to stop him, indeed she had no wish to stop him as he fucked her into what she assumed to be a sofa. He spread her legs wide, pushing in all the way, making solid contact with her cervix. Her womb clenched and fluttered, and it took only a few thrusts for her to come apart, disbelief mingled with her moans. The man had made her come by just blowing hot air on her clit. What the fuck.
His thrusts increased in strength, his own release following close behind her own, deep male groans mingling with her soft whimpers. As he slumped, he kissed her lips gently. Then he removed her blindfold. Elle blinked slowly a few times, adjusting her focus, so she could look up at him, his wide smirk the first thing to register in her brain.
"That, dear pet, was day one."
What did we think of Roland's game of questions? Let me know in the comments!
-Pancakes