Hello, lovely readers!
WARNING: CONSENSUAL NON-CONSENT AHEAD! READ WITH EXTREME CAUTION! VERY ROUGH CONTENT AHEAD! You have been warned!
Lookie here, another Roland chapter just for you. I don't know how long my brain can keep squeezing out these ideas, but apparently I struck a gold mine, so I am just rolling with it. I honestly did not expect this story to be this long and complicated. LOL!
This chapter was written partly during the week, but mostly yesterday when I was slightly hungover, and beginning to get a cold on top of it. Had to call in sick for work today. So yay.
I sure hope it's alright.
I wanted to post earlier, but my birthday kinda got in the way. (Rude, I know.)
Anyway, I hope you like this, and feel free to tell me what you think.
Needless to say this contains an obsceeeene amount of smut. Also content note for emotional distress. Careful now, but enjoy.
Elle felt her knees, now slightly raw as she had been kneeling for more than an hour. Her master, Roland, had instructed her to kneel at his side while he sat at his desk, doing some light work. She was supposed to keep her head high, allowing him to see her lipstick covered lips. She was not blindfolded anymore, apparently having earned the privilege of seeing.
It was late Sunday afternoon by now, and she felt pretty tired. Roland had been remorseless in her punishment.
It had not helped that she had had the foolish idea of grabbing his belt when they undressed to get into bed the night before. She had been fascinated with the thought of him actually using his belt to someday punish her. As he slung it over the chair, Elle had cast it furtive glances, biting her lower lip, thinking. When he leaned down to rid himself of his trousers, she had lunged for the thick leather strap, holding it hesitantly in her hands. It suddenly appeared much broader than she expected, and heavier too. Slowly turning her eyes to her master, she felt a thrill rush her system when she noticed he was looking intently at her in the mirror, clearly daring her to make a move.
"There is no point in dithering about, pet," he had said, his voice calm. "Do what you must. Just beware of the consequences."
Gulping slightly, Elle lowered her gaze to her hands, eyeing the thick buckle.
"You need to hold it securely, little one. Allow it to become an extension of your own hand."
She shuddered as she realized he was actually instructing her how to use it. Their eyes met in the mirror again. "You may as well have a go. It's not gonna make a blind bit of a fucking difference for what I am going to do to you once you hand it back."
Her eyes widened slightly. She delicately tapped his left ass cheek with the folded end of the belt, tentatively trying to feel if she had used too much force. He made no move for five whole seconds. Then he turned and held out his hand, wordlessly demanding that she hand it back.
She gulped again, mutely holding the belt out to him.
"Good try, pet," he mused, slapping the strap of leather hard against the palm of his free hand, making her jump. "But let me show you how it's really done." With that, he took a menacing step towards her.
Elle's eyes widened even more and gasping loudly, she bolted without thinking. As she should have realized; he was right. It made no difference. He caught her before she could reach the door. The man seemed to know exactly what she would do a split second before she had decided to do it, and he met her head on, pressing her hard against the wall before lifting her up, easily depositing her on the bed and proceeded to show her exactly how to use a belt for punishment. First he had folded her across his lap, her naked ass in the air, delivering a series of strokes that left her trembling and whimpering. Then he had instructed her to lay on her back, limbs spread out, so she was spread eagled, and then he had circled her body, stroking her skin tenderly using the heavy leather, allowing her to relax before he would slap it sharply against her skin. He hit her stomach, thighs, hips, breasts and in the end, her core.
Her brain could still conjure up the way he had made her climax by simply spanking her heated flesh over and over, making the broad leather strap land expertly across her skin, sending vibrations straight to her clit. When she was tensed like a wooden board, he pushed a finger inside her wet cunt, fingering her as well as spanking her slightly damp skin, instructing her to not orgasm. She didn't stand a chance, and he knew it too. Within seconds, she had one of the atrongest orgasms of her life, her womb fluttering hotly, almost feeling like liquid lava, hot fluid spurting from her slick core onto his questing fingers.
It was then he had told her that this would have consequences the very next day, on Sunday.
She had endured even more spanking at his hand today, and he had not relented until her ass was red and stinging, sensitive to every touch. Only this time, he had forbidden her to orgasm, making it blatantly clear that he was not fucking about.
He had kept the rules from the day before, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to go back to a normal, daily routine after this.
Only a couple of hours ago had he instructed her to lie back across his desk, her legs on either side of him, feet on the armrest of his chair. He had removed her knickers and then placed his laptop on her body, keeping it fairly stable across her hips. He made her stay there, silent for quite a while, while he worked, and she felt completely exposed to him. His fingers would suddenly stroke her down the labia, his thumb brushing her clit gently, or he would actually push his fingers inside of her, while still using the computer, barely missing a beat, until he had her shuddering with the need for release. If she moaned or made a sound he would slap her on the inner thighs as punishment, only making it harder for her to not come apart. Elle was pretty sure she was leaving a wet spot on his desk, because not only could she hear her own wetness when he manipulated her flesh, she could feel her essence trickle down her labia, most likely pooling on the polished wooden surface beneath her.
He had kept her there, on edge literally for almost two hours. Whatever he was doing on the laptop had him tap away at the keyboard, the slim piece of electronic bouncing lightly on her lower abdomen, seemingly not distracted by her body.
Suddenly he had snapped the laptop closed and put it aside, growing quite silent. Elle almost felt tempted to lift her head to see what he was doing, but managed to beat down the impulse.
Then she felt a soft puff of air on her folds, before he probed her core gently with his tongue. She nearly arched off the desk. She was so sensitive by now, that it would only take a few moments to make her climax. He denied her at every turn, licking her clit gently, before suckling it even more gently, he would draw her straight to the precipice, only to pull her back just before she fell over, pausing his caresses long enough to make her lose the edge before suckling her again until she was right there. She angled her hips sharply, trying to gain the right amount of pressure, but he expertly evaded her. She was nearly sobbing silently when he eventually pulled back, instructing her to kneel beside his chair instead, her now soaking core leaving wet smears on her inner thighs.
Then he had spoken to her, and if he required answers, he would tell her to supply them.
No matter how many times he did it, she would still feel butterflies in her stomach when he instructed her to speak in that way he did. It wasn't even because he commanded her to do it. No, it was more like he just expected it from her, his calm demeanor showing his trust in her ability to fulfill his expectations. The soft tone of his voice could light her body on fire more effectively than a furnace.
At this point she almost expected him to be able to make her climax merely by the sound of his voice. It certainly made her lady parts gush whenever he spoke to her. She almost chuckled when she realised it was quite Pavlovian.
She gave her head a little shake, forcing her mind away from any path that could make her lose control.
"What's the matter, pet? Got an irksome fly in your face?"
Elle froze, realising that despite the fact that he wasn't even looking at her, he had sensed her slight movement.
"Do I?" She asked huskily, her voice slightly hoarse from today's disuse.
He had made her scream inwardly with frustration alright. No orgasm, but yeah, plenty of internal screaming. He had taken her to the other end of the spectrum again. Almost too much pleasure from the day before to a painful amount of edging today. He had brought her to the brink several times, but never allowed her to climax, sternly keeping her on edge through the day. Which was why she was now so turned on that she expected his voice could make her fall apart.
Roland leaned back in his chair and considered her momentarily. "Tell me why you were shaking your head just now, baby girl."
Elle bit her lip uneasily. Should she tell him? His eyes seemed to suddenly ignite as she hesitated a moment too long. Yup, definitely should tell him.
"I was thinking that I am so turned on by now that I think your voice alone could make me climax."
"I see."
"And then I realized that your voice is a general key to my arousal, making me think it was almost Pavlovian at this point."
Roland blinked once, then burst out into a rumbling laughter. "Oh my fucking god, kitten." He chuckled heartily. "That is an interesting theory," he mused, smirking down at her.
She expelled a sharp breath when his fingers closed around her chin, caressing her gently. "You have earned my approval, and I think we have to test that theory some day." He glanced at his wrist watch. "We should get going, pet."
Elle frowned, but didn't ask, knowing he hadn't instructed her to speak.
"I have your gift, remember? I had it prepared especially for you." His deep voice held a tantalising promise, that made a delicious shiver rush down the staircase of her spine.
"Let's get you dressed for it, kitten." He got up and bent down to allow her to rise from the floor. Her legs wobbled slightly from disuse, but she didn't care. She followed him, as he walked into the bedroom, opening the door to his huge closet. She had once gotten a brief glimpse of it, but at the time lights hadn't been on. Now as he casually flicked a switch, she gave a soft gasp as she looked around at his neatly sorted closet, all displayed in a soft golden light that made it appear ridiculously cozy.
He pulled her towards an upholstered bench where he had laid out an outfit for her. Curiously she noted that it seemed to be nothing but jeans and a hoodie. Her curiosity deepened as he began to undress her from the outfit he had chosen for her in the morning; pretty much the same as the day before, but this time a more normal black lacy thong and a simple bra. He easily pulled the hoodie over her head, pulling her arms through the sleeves. Then he instructed her to put a leg through the jeans. The material seemed unusually thin, but she found them rather comfy as he pulled them up over her hips, zipping them up.
He made her sit as he kneeled in front of her to put on her sneakers. He pulled her hair free of its hairband and ruffled it briefly, before searching her appearance.
"Perfect," he said softly.
Elle frowned and glanced in the mirror. She felt utterly confused now. How could this be a gift? It didn't seem very special at all.
"Let's go, pet," he said, smirking wolfishly at her growing confusion.
He had driven her through the city, the murky day seemingly threatening to let the heavens loose. The air smelled of rain. Roland seemed unconcerned, so she surmised that they were supposed to do whatever it was inside.
"Here we are," he eventually said, parking outside what looked like a dilapidated old shop.
Elle stared at the front, utterly mystified.
"Now pet, let's have a brief chat before we go in."
Elle turned her gaze on him, listening raptly.
"You should know that you are at all times safe, okay? Nothing can happen to you while you're here."
"Okay," she said, feeling slightly nervous now. What was he up to?
She had spent a few brief moments wondering what gift he had been talking about, not having a clue as to what he could possibly give her that he hadn't already given. Of course she hadn't dared asking him, too scared of breaking his rules, so she had contented herself with waiting.
"This might be a highly intense experience for you, kitten, and if it gets to be too much, use your safe words. Do you understand?"
"Do I?"
"The rules no longer apply, so you are free to speak."
"Okay," she said, taken slightly aback.
"You understand me?" He repeated softly.
"Yes," she said, nodding.
"Good, now take this, and put it inside of you." He held up a very familiar bullet shaped pill.
Elle took the offered Maca, and wriggling somewhat, managed to push it inside her vagina, making sure it went in far enough.
He grinned at her. "Excellent! Then, let's go inside then."
As they crossed the street, the sky rumbled gently, and rain suddenly fell upon them. Gasping, Elle began to run, but Roland grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into a hug, kissing her deeply, allowing the rain to soak them both somewhat. Her body still slightly inflamed from his edging all day, Elle couldn't hold back a soft moan which seemed to be stifled by the downpour.
"Let's get inside," he said, grinning delightedly down at her.
He placed a key in the lock and allowed her to enter first, before he followed, closing the door behind them, enveloping them in complete darkness. Elle felt her heart skip a beat. What was this place?
"Now, kitten. You better start running."
It took her a few seconds to process what he was saying, his dark voice suddenly sounding quite sinister. "W-what?" She managed blankly.
She felt him step closer, his fingers suddenly closing around her throat, pushing her back against the wall.
"This is your gift, pet. A new fantasy to be fulfilled, a game of cat and mouse." His breath skimmed across her face as he spoke. "Be warned; if I catch you, I will not be gentle. Now run."
Elle felt her core practically throb at his words and her lungs collapsed sharply, a hot breath escaping her, as she suddenly understood. Raw lust shot through her with such force her knees nearly gave way beneath her. He was going to rape her tonight.
He released her throat but remained in place right in front of her. "This will be the only time I let you go. You have twenty seconds. One..."
She gulped softly, and ducked under his arm, her heart already hammering. She glanced around the room, trying to see where she was.
"Two…"
Her eyes had slowly adjusted for the darkness and the dim lighting from outside was by now enough for her to make out what seemed to be shelves upon shelves of bookcases, filled with books. Squinting she spotted a door opening in the far corner and went for it, feeling her stomach flutter as he continued to count behind her. He was already at five. She made her way into a dim hallway, inching forward, feeling the excitement of the chase.
As she moved further into the building, she lost the sound of his voice, and could no longer tell how far he had counted. Her breathing escalated as she glanced over her shoulder, trying to hear if he was following her. She sensed nothing, and kept going. She met a parting and took the door on the left, seemingly entering an old fashioned drawing room. All the furniture was covered in white linen sheets, giving the place an eerie atmosphere that only magnified her sense of apprehension. She made her way through the whispering shadows, easily snaking around the furniture, and then entering another long hallway. As she fell into a fast pace, she glanced briefly to the side, yelping with fright when she saw something move, only seconds later realising she had spotted herself in a mirror on the wall.
"Fuck me," she cursed under her breath, trying to get a grip on her galloping heart. She passed a staircase and decided to go up, trying to ascend as silently as she could, but even so, the old wood creaked far too noisily. She made it to the top, relieved when she saw that pale street light was filtering in through large windows. She hastened forward, almost certain that he must be done counting by now. She wondered briefly what kind of building she was in, not quite able to make out enough of her surroundings to be sure. If she hadn't known better she might suspect it to be an old library of some kind.
She stopped and tried to make out her surroundings more clearly. She seemed to be in some kind of parlour. Furniture was scattered around the room, and she even saw a huge desk, her brain conjuring up a flashback of Roland having his way with her on his desk at work. She expelled a sharp breath, a moan almost coming out. Her cunt throbbed, and she knew the Maca was starting to work. She hissed softly as she fruitlessly placed a hand between her legs, trying to ease the painful throbbing through her clothes, her touch only resulting in her cunt twitching, making her practically whimper with need.
Groaning, Elle pushed on, entering another long hallway, dismayed at how big this place must be. Encountering another staircase that went down, she descended carefully, hyper aware of her surroundings, now standing in another dark hallway. She stopped and leaned against the wall, listening. There were no sounds, except her raspy breathing and hammering heart.
Where the hell was he? Licking her dry lips, she ventured on, trying to make as little sound as possible. A door loomed on her right, and she entered cautiously, peering through the gloom. It was a huge kitchen. She spotted another door at the furthest corner. She made her way towards it, focusing on it.
As if a premonition had hit her, she instantly sensed that something was about to happen. She halted, stopping in her tracks, listening. Nothing. Feeling on edge, and unable to sense where danger lay, she took a hesitant step backwards, and released a loud yelp when she literally backed into a solid figure right behind her, her back hitting his hard chest.
A low growl sounded and then he clamped a large hand over her mouth, grabbing her wrist. She screamed with fright, the sound muffled by him, yanking her arm free and burst into a run. She knew he was following, though he wasn't running. Confused, she ran on, and just as she reached the other door, she understood why he was in no hurry to follow her. It was a door that led to a pantry. A dead end.
She turned just as he cornered her, his broad body caging her in between his arms on either side of her face, his lips on her throat.
"What have we here?" He crooned darkly. "A little mouse come out to play?"
She caught a whiff of his smell, and her body felt torn. "Or is it a little whore, eager for my hard cock?" He pushed hard against her, grinding his erection into her stomach.
Despite the fact that she knew it was him, she felt apprehension rear its head, making her flight instinct burst into action. She ducked under his arm, trying to run. He was faster though, his arm snaking around her waist, the other around her throat, making her vere sharply off course. He pushed her against a counter, his pelvis pressing hard against her bum, her hips crashing painfully against the edge of the table. He leaned in over her, a menacing growl coming from his chest. Elle wriggled violently, trying to scoot out from under him, but his arm circled her body, his other hand tangling sharply in her hair, and she knew she was trapped.
"Why the hurry, baby?" He asked huskily, his beard scratching her neck as he pressed his mouth to her skin, biting into her flesh lightly. "I only wanna play a little." His hips flexed sharply against her.
Mouth dry, her nether regions already seeming to have become soaked, his words having triggered a gentle gush.
She whimpered both with protest and desire.
"Oh, so you want to play too?" He demanded, his hands now roaming her body, groping her breasts hard.
"No," she protested hoarsely, her body tingling in response to his touch.
"No?" He grabbed the hem of the hoodie and gave a sharp tug, making it lift easily up over her abdomen and chest.
Elle gasped loudly as her skin was suddenly exposed to the cool air and his warm hands. He began to massage her breasts hard on the outside of her bra, tugging on her nipples almost to the point of pain. Elle cried out, feeling her womb clench hard.
Her body was feeling the effects of her prolonged edging and the Maca as well. He ignored her and merely continued to pull and tug at the pliant flesh, keeping her firmly in place across the counter surface, his chest pressing her down. He easily ripped her bra open on the front, the garment dangling uselessly from her shoulders now. His fingers found her now erect nipples, and she felt a growl rumble through his chest. His pelvis shot forward again and she felt his prominent erection against her ass.
His motions pushed her further onto the cool marble, her cheek now pressing into it. He pushed eagerly against her again, and she couldn't help but moan as the sensation combined with his touch had her wriggle with expectation.
He straightened up, his hands pressing flat onto her shoulders as he ground against her. His breathing was deep and controlled as he seemed intent on possessing her this very moment.
Having other ideas, Elle tried to struggle again, but he foiled her attempts immediately, pressing her down once more, his mouth against her cheek, beard tickling her slightly.
"Stay the fuck down, bitch!" He hissed into her ear.
"Let me go!" She countered, feeling a thrill shoot through her system.
"Now, am I likely to do that?" He replied, his hands once more roaming her body, one coming down to her ass. He delivered a hard slap that made her grunt. "No, not with such a delectable treat pressed so deliciously against my cock." He thrust against her again, a lustful groan floating from him.
Elle wriggled again, not sure if she was trying to get free or get him to do that again. He rewarded her with another slap before his warm hand crossed to her front, suddenly grabbing her core.
"So fucking hot," he cooed, his fingers digging into her mons and clit through her clothes. "Delightful."
Elle could only groan as he made her womb clench because of the wickedly delicious pressure he placed on her tingling clit. She couldn't help it, she had to rock her hips into his touch, her body desperate for release after his edging all day.
"That was easy," he chuckled.
Elle groaned in response. He was such a bastard.
Her groan was cut rather short as he grasped the fabric of her jeans covering her butt with his large hand and then tore it open, leaving a wide gash in the seat of her trousers.
"Oh my-" Elle gasped, barely registering what was happening before she felt his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass. He delivered another slap, this time making the sound reverberate around the room, the pain making her cry out sharply.
"Tell me, little slut, do you like it rough?" He growled menacingly. "I think you do. You want me to make you scream, don't you?"
She struggled to squirm away from his touch despite desperately needing it, and he pressed against her harder.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for days, bitch," he said darkly, yanking on the flimsy fabric of her thong, easily tearing it to pieces.
"Don't!" She protested, trying to push up from the smooth surface beneath her.
"Don't what?" He asked, his fingers already pushing roughly into her snug heat. She gave a hoarse cry as she felt him inside her so soon. "Don't stop?" He demanded darkly.
"No, please stop it!"
"Clearly you want this, slut, why else would you be so wet for me? You're fucking drenched."
"I'm not-" she contradicted, knowing full well she was lying. She struggled fiercely, knowing it was hopeless.
"Must I restrain you?" He actually tsk'ed at her, and she froze slightly at the silky warning in his words.
She felt him move behind her, working to undo his own trousers. Without warning he suddenly penetrated her from behind, a deep moan reverberating from his chest, as she enveloped his thick cock, plunging into her at a fast, hard pace, her hips hitting the counter edge with bruising force at every thrust.
"Fuck!" Elle felt her body already hum and tick at his violent ingression. She was not prepared for this, yet she was helpless to stop it, mostly because she needed it desperately. She already felt the first pulsations as he fucked her hard against the counter, keeping her firmly pinned in place.
"Oh god!" She exclaimed, her fingers splayed flat against the cool marble beneath her face.
He smacked her ass again, hard. Then again, and again. She grunted fiercely at the mingled pain and pleasure.
"Shit!" She cried, feeling his pace increase, even as he delivered another stinging slap that sent wasps of fire straight to her clit.
She couldn't stop herself, she climaxed so hard she couldn't hold back the scream that escaped through her teeth, her body finally surrendering to the achingly sweet release she had been craving all day. The orgasm was so strong, her head swam as she groggily resurfaced, still shuddering slightly, as he continued to move forcefully against her, inside of her.
"Did you just come for me, slut? I guess you fucking like it rough after all, huh?"
"No," she replied breathlessly.
He slapped her ass hard again in response, and she yelped. "Don't lie, bitch," he hissed.
His hand came down between her legs, his dexterous fingers trapping her swollen clit between her puffy labia. He began to thrust deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made lights popping in front of her eyes. He tugged on her clit and she immediately shattered again, her body trembling hard, practically rattling against the marbled surface beneath her.
Roland pulled out and flipped her around, lifting her up so her ass was on the cold working surface. Unceremoniously thrusting inside her body, pressing her down flat on the counter, before grabbing her wrists, restraining her, so she couldn't move.
Then he began a hard rhythm into her tingling core, making her jolt every time he thrust in, a soft cry getting forced out with each thrust. Her torn pants were tangled awkwardly around her body, but she no longer noticed. Her back arched sharply as she felt his thick length press and pull at her tingling walls. He began to pull at her arms every time he plunged in, making their bodies crash sharply together, the broad head of his cock shifting her cervix around almost painfully and she released a wail as the pain was almost too much, yet it made her womb clench fiercely and she exploded so forcefully her entire body seemed to convulse and rattle on the hard surface beneath her. He rearranged her legs so both her ankles were slung over his left shoulder, and she barely held onto her sanity, her body already tensing as he made her come apart again with absurd ease, her husky screams bouncing around the room. He paused briefly, seemingly feeling his own impending orgasm, his grip slackening somewhat on her wrists.
Instinctively, Elle wrenched her hands free and jerked her body sideways so she could roll off the countertop, awkwardly landing on all four on the floor. Roland snarled menacingly as she, without looking back, bolted for the door, trousers dangling pathetically around her exposed nether regions.
She sensed him following her and a deep thrill shot down her spine as she ran towards the stairs, the wide, carpeted steps making her stumble awkwardly, the sound muffled in the darkness. Large hands suddenly caught her from behind, and she let out a startled cry.
"That was a mistake, slut!" He hissed menacingly.
He grabbed her and made her kneel awkwardly on the steps, pulling her hands outstretched over her head, pinning her wrists together in one of his larger hands.
With the other he steered her face towards his groin, his cock entering her mouth roughly, groaning as he began to face fuck her in a not so gentle way, holding her hands to his chest for leverage.
There was nothing she could do to resist him, his thick cock entering her throat again and again, making her gag slightly, tears pricking her eyes.
"I'm gonna use every hole you have now, whore!" He hissed as he thrust into her waiting mouth. "Fill you with my seed so you have no doubt as to who took you against your will. Make you feel so used, you're gonna want to come back for more." He was groaning now, his movements becoming less controlled, less restrained.
"You will learn your place, slut!" He all but moaned. "Fuck!" His hips lurched sharply against her face, his pelvic bone nearly mashing her nose as his cock twitched and throbbed in her mouth.
Elle felt his warm release flow down her throat, and she instinctively swallowed, desperately trying to catch her breath.
"Fuck that feels good!" He growled, keeping her face in place, until he was done shuddering. She knew he wasn't finished with her yet, his cock wasn't even softening.
He pushed her quite suddenly away from him, making her stumble backwards onto the steps behind her, a startled squeak falling from her lips. She barely had time to register what had happened, before he was on her, crushing her body into the somewhat hard angles of the staircase. She cried out, trying to adjust her position, but he allowed her no room to move, simply ripping her torn pants even more to gain access and then spreading her legs, he thrust into her with unrestrained force, beginning to fuck her hard and fast, right there on the stairs.
Elle tried to gain purchase by holding onto the steps beneath her, but Roland grabbed her arms and pushed them behind the small of her back, trapping them in the hollow between two steps, pinning her effectively in place as he had his way with her. His lips descended hotly on her throat, suckling and nibbling as he moved against her.
"You are fucking drenched for me," he growled against her skin. "This is what you fucking want, isn't it? My hard cock inside of you, filling you again and again until I make you scream!"
"No!" She all but sobbed.
His words had as much of an effect on her as his actions, and she strained to hold back, but she was powerless against his passion, her walls already beginning to thrum.
"You are so fucking tight, slut. Are you coming again?"
Elle groaned desperately. "N-no!"
"No? Well, we can't have that!" And he began to fuck her harder, his pelvis slamming into hers, his length literally hitting her cervix dead on. She grunted every time he entered her, the Maca having done its job, and he hit exactly the spot she needed, making her release a reluctant scream as he remorselessly forced her to climax.
"Such a fucking good little whore." He chuckled menacingly, the sound making her womb clench almost painfully. "What was that? Ready to come again so soon? You're squeezing me so tightly," he groaned.
Planting his lips hard on her mouth, he kissed her demandingly, still plunging into her with no restraint, making her whimper and moan into his mouth.
"Ugh, fuck you are going to make me fucking come again! You are a dirty little slut aren't you?"
"Oh my god, please don't come inside me!" She breathed, even as her womb clenched at the very idea.
Roland groaned at her words, his breathing escalating rapidly. "That's not fucking up to you, is it whore?" He growled, delivering a series of sharp thrusts, grunting harshly.
Goosebumps exploded across her skin, her scalp suddenly tingling with a thrill she had never felt before. She clamped down instantly, her orgasm tearing through her, and she screamed helplessly as Roland pounded into her body, depositing his release deeply inside of her pulsating heat.
"That's it, slut, take my seed!" He hissed, still pumping into her.
Muscles still twitching slightly, she wasn't prepared, when he suddenly pulled out, and began to penetrate her ass, using their mingled juices as lube. She bucked wildly when he pressed past her ring muscle, a brief painful sting tearing through her. "Oh fuck!"
"Happy to oblige, whore," he said, his lust clearly not slaked yet.
Her legs closed hard around his middle as he began to move more insistently, barely giving her time to recover from his initial penetration.
"Shit shit shit!" She chanted desperately, already feeling her legs trembling wildly as he pushed her relentlessly towards another release.
"You better start fucking screaming again, bitch," he growled, one hand grabbing her nipple through her hoodie and pulling on it. Fireflies sprang to life and fizzed to her core.
"No!" She ground out, clamping her jaw shut.
"No?" A set of fingers closed around her throat, squeezing until she struggled to breathe. His other hand wandered between their clashing bodies and his thumb ghosted her clit. "How about now?"
The combination of the pressure on her throat and his touch made her lurch sharply, his caresses on her heat so light, but her clit was so swollen and sensitive with desire it made her insides pulse and clench hard, nearly not allowing him room to move, his length dragging along her thin walls, abrading her sensitive flesh even more than before, and as he ghosted her clit again, she knew he had won.
"Fuck!" She panted breathlessly, her body already convulsing lightly.
He delivered a hard thrust that jolted her entire frame, his skilled digits still caressing her folds and clit.
"No, no noooo!" she couldn't help it, she climaxed again, her body helplessly pinned beneath him, shuddering and convulsing violently, a scream torn from her between her clenched jaws.
"Oh yes, slut!" He hissed, feeling her wall tighten repeatedly around his cock."I'm gonna fucking ruin you!"
He didn't seem to be able to hold out as she squeezed his length hard, and groaning and moaning deeply he spurted into her body again, trembling against her, his sweat covered face pressed into her neck as he held her tightly. They were both panting heavily as they finally collapsed, completely spent.
It was a full five minutes before either of them moved. Roland shifted carefully, cradling her body as he gently pulled his now softening member out of her hot ass.
He peered intently down at her through the gloom. "How are you feeling?"
She managed a dazed hum.
"Are you alright, Elle?" He asked softly, his fingers closing on her chin.
She heaved a deep satisfied sigh. "Yes."
"Any pain, or soreness?"
"Not right now," she replied, shifting slightly.
He adjusted her position so he could lift her up, and carried her down the steps, entering through a door further down the hallway. Apparently he knew his way, because he walked through the darkness with no trouble. She felt herself being put down on a soft surface, and then a light was switched on. She blinked, looking around the room. A large bedroom, furnished for nothing but comfort.
"Where are we?" She finally asked, her voice slightly hoarse.
"This is a house I own." He explained, shrugging out of his suit jacket, opening his collar casually.
Her eyebrows shot up on her forehead. "You own a house?"
He chuckled at her shocked expression. "I own several, kitten. They are investments. Though I liked this one particularly well, so I kept it, and renovated it."
"Oh." She didn't know how to respond to that.
He smiled warmly at her, before he looked more intently at her. "So, how did you like your gift?"
She smiled shyly, glancing down into her lap. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought back to the chase, a sharp exhalation escaping her. She closed her eyes, already feeling her body respond to the recent excitement.
His fingers grabbed her chin gently, and she opened her eyes. He was searching her face. "That was a question, pet. Answer me."
She licked her lips dryly. "It was amazing, Roland. I really liked the chase of it."
He peered at her a moment longer. "Was I too rough with you? I trust you'll use the safe words if that is the case."
"No, it was perfect. You did so well!" She exclaimed, sitting up and flinging her arms around him.
He hugged her back fiercely, his face buried in her hair. She was shocked when she realised he was trembling violently against her. She pulled back, startled to see tears in his eyes. That moment, she instantly understood that they had left the playground.
"Roland, I-"
"It's okay, love," he murmured huskily. "Just give me a moment."
Elle remained silent, but simply pulled him back into her arms, holding him tightly as he released his emotions. Eventually he pulled back, breathing deeply, a bit more calm now.
"Please talk to me? Did I do something wrong?" She whispered, looking him straight in the face.
He took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on her already bruising wrist, then shook his head softly. "No, Elle…. Sometimes it can get really intense for a Dom too," he said softly. "The pressure to perform is quite… overwhelming at times. And when a scene is done, the emotions can swamp you, leaving you drained and emotional. It is quite common. I should have warned you about this, and I'm sorry if I startled you with my tears."
Elle shook her head vehemently. "It's okay, Roland. I'm not afraid of your tears or emotions. What can I do to help you?"
He smiled tenderly at her, his fingers caressing her jaw, searching her shiny eyes. "See, Elle, you are such a natural at this lifestyle. You grasp the concepts so easily. Aftercare is not only for the submissive. The Dominant will need it too, sometimes. This is an important lesson for you. It's essential that we are able to be there for each other. What I need from you right now, is your love and support. Make me feel that you are okay, despite my recent rough treatment of you. The fear of hurting you can sometimes become a bit much. It doesn't mean that I don't enjoy these scenes, but I need to process them too afterwards. You see, I fear I might have gotten carried away, and hurt you, unintentionally. This is why we have safe words. They are not only for your benefit, but for mine too, so I know I am not hurting you."
She listened intently as he spoke. When he was done, she sat up more straight and kissed him gently on the lips, then his cheeks and eyes.
"You didn't hurt me. In fact you made me feel so loved and safe during all of it that I could nearly cry. How you manage to do this so well, I can't fathom the pressure you must be under sometimes. I love you, Roland."
He smiled tenderly and nodded again. "I love you too, Elle."
She considered him mutely a moment, then seemingly coming to a decision, she spoke. "Where's the bathroom?"
He cocked his head towards a door in response. "In there."
She crawled off the bed, easily ridding herself of her tattered clothing, soon standing naked in front of him. He eyed the bruises already forming across her body, closing his eyes briefly, as of to try and make them vanish. Then he opened his eyes again as she tenderly began to undo the buttons on his waist coat, her small hands moving down his front, then pushing it off his shoulders.
He sat silently as she undressed him, allowing her to caress his skin lovingly as she removed his shirt. Once he was completely naked, she pulled him off the bed and dragged him to the bathroom, finding the switch to the lights.
She swiftly orientated herself, noting there was both a bathtub and a shower stall with a bench. She pulled him towards the shower, adjusting the temperature of the water. Then she proceeded to lather his skin gently, washing him thoroughly. She pushed him down on the bench, tenderly washing his hair. She felt him starting to tremble again, and she pulled his face against her chest, soothing him with soft murmurs, allowing him to release his emotions into her wet skin, his hands around her hips, holding her close. They held each other like this for a long time, and he eventually calmed down, taking deep breaths to collect himself.
He stood up slowly, his fingers caressing her face gingerly. Then he kissed her softly, the water running down their entwined bodies. He lifted her up, making her wrap her legs around his hips. Grunting softly, he switched off the water, then carried her to the bedroom, not bothering to grab any towels.
He placed her on the bed, their wet skin sliding easily against each other. He began to trace her skin with his fingers, finding every bruise he had left on her body and placing a gentle kiss on them. Her hip bones were both bruised by the impact against the kitchen counter, and he kissed them reverently, caressing the discoloured skin with his lips.
"I like them," she said huskily. "It's like landmarks. A road map of where you've touched me."
He chuckled softly, coming up to rest between her legs, his face hovering over hers.
"You continue to amaze me, Elle," he said softly.
Then he kissed her again, deepening the kiss, his body pressing against hers. It wasn't meant to be sexual, but without much thought, as he kept kissing her, he slipped a hand down between their bodies, lifting her one leg up over his hip, aligning his erect cock with her entrance. She received him gratefully, moaning as he entered her, her hips rising up eagerly to meet him.
They both knew how to move, making love tenderly, slowly, intimately, the unhurried silky rhythms of their bodies, still damp from their shower, soon leaving them both clinging to each other as they experienced a simultaneous fierce need for a loving release more than the sexual release.
He rolled them over, so she was suddenly on top, her hands splayed across his chest, making her move her hips against him. Elle found a slow, rolling gate that soon left them both quite breathless, and it wasn't long before they were on the edge, moaning and panting softly. His hips gave a sharp thrust upwards, and she cried out, practically crashing onto his chest, moaning deeply, his arms coming up around her waist, holding her close. They moved like one, slowly winding their bodies up until they crashed at the same time over the blissful edge, the waves of their shared pleasure so intense, it left them speechless. She sought out his mouth, and kissed him deeply, hungrily, her fingers digging into his hair at the nape of his neck even as they shuddered softly against each other.
Too exhausted to move much, Roland pulled the covers over them both, allowing her body to stay on top of his, her wet hair fanning out across his skin, his softening cock still inside her. They both found sleep like this, her fingers still entangled in his hair.
Monday rolled around, and Roland decided they both needed another day off. They had awoken pretty much in the same position that they had fallen asleep in, and had proceeded to cuddle and simply talk quietly together, neither of them in any hurry to move.
Finally, stomachs growling at the delay of the breakfast, they wrapped themselves in fluffy bathrobes and made their way to the kitchen to make a hasty meal. Elle felt an intense fluttering in her lower abdomen as she recalled their activities from the night before. Roland sent her a wolfish grin, apparently sensing her reaction, reeling her in for a deep kiss, making her short of breath within moments.
As they prepared the food, simple eggs and ham sandwiches, she watched him carefully. He seemed perfectly fine now, if a little tired. Sensing her scrutiny, he turned to her, eyes probing. "I'm fine, pet."
"Are you sure?"
He chuckled softly at her concern. "Yes. Your aftercare did the trick. You did wonderfully well, even if it was your first time."
She flashed her teeth proudly. "So did you."
"Why, thank you," he crooned, pulling her in closely, his arms wrapped around her waist. He nuzzled her throat, and she hummed delightedly as his beard scratched her skin somewhat. They stood like this until she smelled burning toast, and she had to hasten to save their food from blackening.
While they ate at the tall table with high chairs by the window, she looked around the kitchen. The room had a warm glow due to the copper pots and pans hanging from the ceiling. "This building looks old," she remarked, chewing her food slowly. "But it's well kept."
He nodded. "Yes, it's from the early 1900's."
"It's so cozy."
"That's why I kept it," he confirmed.
She hummed in understanding, chewing on. He considered her a moment. "In fact, it has given me an idea as to more… games we could play."
She swallowed noisily, her eyes flashing to him. "Oh?"
"I won't say much now, but later, I will let you know what I think," he said, smirking as she furrowed her brow with slight annoyance at his lack of forthcoming information.
"Now, now, kitten. Don't give me a reason to punish you so soon, already."
Her eyes widened with shock for a moment. She sniffed softly. "I wasn't even trying."
Pushing his empty plate aside, he rose from the table and walked around it so he stood behind her chair, leaning slightly in so he could talk directly in her ear. "I know." He put his hand around her throat, fingers squeezing gently. "That's one thing I fucking love about you, pet."
Soooo, any thoughts on Roland shedding some tears?
I stumbled across the fact that Doms can feel guilty sometimes about the things they do to their subs. I wanted to add that, and I really think it added to his depth of character soooo much more than anything I could have written. He's such a beautiful man. 3
I would like to credit the "Must I restrain you?" line to VioletMoodSwings, who was merely bouncing ideas at me, and I shamelessly stole that particular line. With permission of course. *Wink*
-Pancakes