Yes, I am slightly obsessed with Roland Blum at the moment. And BDSM. So here we are. Another chapter on this story that really is nothing but porn. Lol. Anyways, hope you like it!
This chapter marks my third update this evening. I am pretty chuffed with that! Lol!
Now I am off to the sauna. I need a reward for all my hard work. ;)
Needless to say this chapter contains highly sexual themes. Read at your own risk! Oh, and my usual GIF pusher decided to crash apparently, so all my GIF's disappeared. Annoying, but I will look to find others, hopefully replacing them all. For now this will remain GIF-less. Sorry guys!
After a long week of no orgasms, Elle was now on the opposite spectrum of sensations, Roland now bestowing so much pleasure upon her that she was almost ready to tap out. She knew however that he would not have it. She had begged for release and now she would get it.
After their shared shower in which he made her climax four times, only using his mouth, he had carried her to her bed, making quick work of finding her stash of scarves. He plucked a handful from the drawer, and grinning wolfishly, he started by blinding her, making her almost moan from the get go.
"I have to improvise, now that I don't have my usual arsenal of toys with me," he murmured, as he fastened the silky material around her face.
"Now kitten, we are going to play a little game. I will pleasure you in any way you can think of, but every wish I fulfil, will have a cost. Once you are ready to orgasm, you may use your words to ask me permission to do so. Failing to ask permission before climaxing, will earn you a punishment.
Your wish is my command, however, penalties will be used as well if you fail to use your manners. Now, why don't you tell me what you want me to do to you?"
She suddenly felt very shy and vulnerable, naked except for the blindfold. She had no idea what she wanted him to do to her. Her mind swiftly flashed back to the very first time he had made her climax. He had done it without touching her core once. She felt heat flood her loins at the very thought.
"Could you perhaps make me come like the first time you did it, sir?" She asked, her words faltering, and she could feel a blush creep up her throat as she worded her desire to him.
"Excellent choice, kitten," he crooned, and then she felt him grab her hands pushing them up over her head.
"The cost will be to keep your hands here all the time, pet. Failing to do so will make me very disappointed in you, and we don't want my dissatisfaction, do we, love?"
"No, sir," she whispered, breathing hard in expectation.
"Such a good girl." His deep voice washed over her, and she shivered, already feeling her nipples pebble rapidly as she pictured what was about to happen.
She was stretched out on her back, her hands above her head, and she could not see what he was doing. She felt the bed dip as he adjusted his position, spreading her legs so he could kneel between them. Then she felt his hot breath on her chin, and he suddenly claimed her mouth, kissing her with velvety passion, making her almost dizzy from the lack of oxygen. His fingers were stroking her cheeks gently as he nibbled at her lips. She moaned softly, and he began to kiss his way down her jaw, intentionally scratching her skin with his beard. His lips sealed on the tender flesh just below her jaw, and she groaned at the sensations already rolling through her body. Roland moved lower still, his teeth scraping across her skin, catching the tendon in her neck and playing it like a harp before suckling her flesh again. Elle was already lost to his ministrations, her mind awash with images of him making her come undone without even moving lower than her midriff.
He crooned softly against her, the sound fizzling straight to her core and she released a moan, her hands clenching as she remembered that she mustn't move them. Suddenly he caught her earlobe, suckling at it, breathing into her ear, releasing a low growl that vibrated down her spine. She jerked and shuddered, almost clamping her arms around his neck to keep him in place.
"What a good little girl you are, Elle. Are you almost ready to come undone for me?"
She gave a noisy swallow, only able to moan as he intensified his ministrations, making her cry out.
"Answer me, pet, or there will be penalties." He growled, his tongue flicking out at the spot below her ear.
"Yes," she managed breathlessly.
His teeth sank into her neck, harder this time, eliciting a brief sting of pain.
"Your manners are slipping, little one," he growled.
"S-sir," she stammered, arching her back sharply as he delivered another bite.
"Hmmm, it's a little too late, pet. From now on, you may refer to me as master, is that understood?"
"Yes, master," she whimpered without hesitation.
"Good girl, well done," and he placed his hands on her breasts, his thumbs circling the sensitive flesh around her nipples. He suckled her skin again, scratching her with his beard, just as he rubbed the pads of his thumbs across her stiff peaks, catching them sharply as he flicked them.
"Oh!" She moaned, feeling that knot in her lower abdomen suddenly liquify and sink lower still, setting her core on fire.
"More, please," she whispered, her hands fisting the material of her pillows. Roland obliged, practically assaulting her senses while plucking at her nipples, tweaking them gently. Elle uttered a forceful cry as she exploded unexpectedly with such force that she lurched on the bed, her hands coming down around his shoulders and pulling him closer as she shuddered violently against him.
"You are being naughty, kitten. Didn't I tell you to keep your hands in one place? And you didn't ask my permission to climax on top of that." He hadn't moved since she climaxed, and his words were trailing into the canal of her ear, trying to clear the fog that had settled.
Still quite dazed by the force of her orgasm she swiftly removed her hands and placed them back over her head. Chuckling, Roland removed himself from her, his face hovering over her even though she couldn't see him.
"A little too late, love. You have earned my displeasure now."
Elle felt a thrill of anticipation and apprehension. She felt her hands being bound together, and then fastened to what she assumed was the headboard of her bed. She was quite suddenly flipped onto her stomach, an undignified squeak escaping her at the sudden movement. Roland made her bend her legs so she was kneeling on the bed, her upper body pulled forward by her restraints. Then he spread her knees as far apart as they could go, her back arching in response, exposing her wet and soft core to his gaze.
Then his touch left her for so long she almost feared he had left her there. Suddenly the bed dipped again, and she inhaled sharply as she realised he was there again. He had quite stealthily left her bedroom, and she hadn't even heard.
"You will now receive the penalty for your disobedience, pet. Be prepared," he said in a deep and assertive voice.
She suddenly felt something cool touch her left buttock, slowly caressing its way further down, reaching the undersides of her thighs.
She had a sneaking suspicion that he had gone to the kitchen and grabbed the wooden spatula he had used to cook her breakfast with. The slightly rough surface scraped her skin gently as he moved it over the tender skin of her rear.
"You have earned 20 swats on your ass for failing to obey me, kitten. 10 swats for each offence," he murmured, his breath suddenly at her ear. His body wasn't touching her, but she could feel the heat of him. She gave a whimper, longing for him to press against her.
"I will have you ask for your punishment, and then count them out loud for me, understood?" he then added, still not touching her.
Her head was spinning. "Why do I have to ask for it?" She gasped, straining slightly against her bonds.
"The reason is simple, it will show me that you understand that you broke my rules. It will also signal that you are ready to receive the penalty."
"Oh," she responded in a breathy voice.
"Whenever you feel ready, pet," he crooned softly.
Elle bit her lip, nodding. The touch of the spatula was quite pleasant, her skin erupting into goosebumps as he let it slide gently across her skin.
"Can I have my punishment, please master?" She breathed.
Then the touch vanished from her body, before it was suddenly back, a strike landing with a slap on her left ass cheek, the swat not so hard that it hurt, but it definitely left a residual sting.
"One." Elle couldn't help but moan, writhing lightly as she waited for the next swat. It came sooner than she expected, and harder too. The wood wasn't thick, so it couldn't exactly hurt her, but Roland landed the strikes hard enough for it to sting her.
"Two," she managed, her throat slightly dry.
She heard him grunt softly in approval, then he landed another slap.
"Three," she dutifully counted, even as her hips bucked gently in response.
He swatted her again, landing the improvised paddle with just the right angle that it sent ripples of pleasure straight to her core. She couldn't help but moan, feeling her inner muscles clench a few times.
"Four," she all but rasped. She knew now that he was going to make her climax like this.
He landed another strike, and she noticed he was coming quite close to her throbbing cunt, the wood slapping her on the tender flesh beneath her buttocks.
"Five," she moaned, nearly arching her back in response to the delicious quiver that wrecked her cunt.
He tapped the other side in the same spot, not with inconsiderable force, and she gave an involuntary cry.
"Six!" She burst out, her body trembling. "Master, you are going to make me come like this," she added, doing her best to keep her body in check.
"Well well well, pet. If you must climax, feel free to do so. I will keep punishing you however, and if you fail to count for me, I will add another five strikes per time. Understood, kitten?"
"Yes master," she almost sang.
He slapped the spatula to her again, this time closer to her folds.
"Seven," she said, feeling herself so close she whimpered.
The eighth strike landed on the inside of her thigh, the sting sending vibrations straight to her clit. She came undone then and there, her body shaking and rippling in strong waves. Despite the sudden onslaught of pleasure, she somehow managed to ground out the count.
"E-Eight!" She cried. "Nine!" She added in a squeakier voice as he swatted her almost as soon as she had spoken.
Roland kept it up, and Elle dutifully counted them, making it to 16 before the next climax hit. She all but bellowed out the count as she thrashed against her bonds. He was relentless, landing each strike with surgical precision. She was on the edge again when the final strike fell, and she desperately needed him to fuck her to finish it off. She was sweating and panting as she all but dangled in her bonds, her body on fire from her punishment. She knew she was drenched between her legs, the slick juices sliding down her inner thighs. Silence reigned in her small bedroom, and she shifted slightly to try and hear him.
"I am awaiting your next wish, my dear," he explained as he caught her puzzled expression. "Ask and you shall receive," he added.
"Touch me," she rasped, desperate to feel his hands on her once again, especially on her burning crotch. His hand landed sharply on her right ass cheek. She yelped and jumped and then moaned in response.
"Did you forget your manners so soon, pet?" He asked even as he rubbed the place he had slapped. "Do I really need to punish you again?"
"No! I'm sorry, master. Please touch me," she whimpered.
"Well, I suppose I did sort of leave you hanging, didn't I?" He crooned, now caressing her with both his hands, leaving warm tingles behind as he roamed her body. He leaned in over her to catch her breasts, pinching her nipples, feeling the supple flesh against his palms. Elle groaned when she suddenly felt his cock brush her ass cheeks.
"Fuck me, please master," she whispered, wriggling her bum against the hot steel of his arousal.
"You wanted me to fucking touch you, didn't you pet? Well let's do that first. One request at a time. It wouldn't do to get greedy now, would it, kitten?" He spoke in a low voice that left her whimpering. His warm hands roamed her skin with the quality of worship, and she almost sobbed into her pillow. Her body was singing from his touch, her ass tingling from his punishment. Her core was literally throbbing with a painful need, and she needed him to fill her desperately.
"Please master, I need you," she whimpered softly.
"But I am right here, love. What more could you need?" He said, his tone soft. She shuddered at his words. "Answer me pet," he said in a warning voice.
"You," she hastened to say.
"You have me right here," he replied.
"No, I need you inside me, please master."
"I see," he responded. Suddenly she felt him enter a finger into her ass, gently probing her tender flesh, making her groan at the feeling. "This is what you wanted, pet?" He asked, plying her with yet another finger.
Elle arched her back, crying out as he pushed in deeper. Then he delivered a slap to her left ass cheek.
"That was a fucking question, pet," he growled.
"No, that's not what I meant," she moaned, feeling the ripples of his slap flood her core again.
"Oh, pardon me, love." He suddenly retracted his digits. She felt him grab her face and then his cock was at her lips, poking to get inside.
"Open wide, pet and I will be inside you, just as you have requested."
Elle opened her mouth without thinking, and he thrust in, grunting at the heat of her. He delivered a few deeper thrusts, groaning and moaning as he held her in place. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it, pet?" He crooned, not allowing her room to answer.
She didn't complain, she threw herself into pleasuring him with everything she had, and she relished the way his fingers dug into her hair to keep her in place. His head fell back as he felt her suck him deeply.
"Oh, that does feel good, kitten," he crooned, his hips jerking unevenly for a moment. "I might reward you with my seed. Is that what you wanted, pet? My seed on your tongue?"
Elle was torn, she wanted to pleasure him, but she also needed him to fuck her. Suddenly he pulled up so she was arching her neck and back sharply. She felt his breath on her face.
"Answer the question pet," he crooned in a warning voice.
"I want both," she whimpered. "I want you to come in my mouth, but I need you to fuck me too. Master," she added when she heard his low growl.
"Well, we can make that happen." He placed his cock on her lips again. "First, make me come. And if you want me to fuck you, you need only ask, but the cost is twenty lashes of my hand and you may not make any sounds while I do so. I will choose where to spank you and how hard. If you endure it without a sound, I will fuck you."
Moaning with relief, Elle began to suck him again, making him twitch and shudder. "Oh, someone is eager for her master's cock," he chuckled even as he pushed in deeper, hitting the back of her throat.
He proceeded to fuck her mouth with deep thrusts, keeping the pace slow enough that she could manage to breath every time he pulled out.
"That's it, kitten. Now you will swallow every last drop I have to offer, do you hear me?" He crooned breathlessly, his tempo increasing as he felt his loins fill with hot fire. He hissed as he jerked, his seed erupting forth, shooting onto her tongue.
He was breathing heavily as he recovered from his orgasm, his fingers stroking her cheeks gently. "Good girl, Elle. Your master is pleased," he crooned.
She licked her lips in response, making sure nothing had gone to waist. Roland bent down and kissed her passionately, tasting himself on her lips. When he released her, he flipped her over so she was on her back. He then tied each her foot to a bed pole, spreading her legs widely, granting himself full access to her dripping cunt.
"Oh, you are so very wet, kitten. Is that all for me?"
"Yes, master," she responded, rolling her pelvis as she felt his hot breath on her folds.
"Hmmm, I want to taste you before we proceed," he crooned, and without warning, his mouth sealed on her burning flesh. Elle jerked sharply, her body unable to do much but arch her back, due to her bindings.
Roland gave her no respite, practically drinking her down as he lavished her soft petals with hot kisses and proceeded to prod in between to collect her dew. He had her on the brink in moments, and she arched sharply into him, trying to get him to continue. Instead he pulled back, chuckling when she whimpered in frustration.
"Don't worry, kitten, you will get what you deserve. Now, I am going to spank your body. 20 strikes and if you can keep quiet, pet, I will fuck you. Is that what you wanted, my dear?"
"Yes," she panted, still tingling from her near orgasm.
"Alright, let's start then. Oh, and one last thing, pet. You may not orgasm before I tell you to. If you do, I will have to punish you again, and this time it will not be pleasant. Understood?"
"Yes, master," she managed, already panicking slightly, because she was already on the precipice.
"Good girl," he said, and then he slapped her lower abdomen. He had the angle just right to make it sting. Elle bit her lip, just about holding back the yelp of surprise. Another slap landed on her right thigh. Then the left. After each strike, he proceeded to rub the reddening area with his warm palm, soothing the residual sting. He suddenly slapped her left breast, making her almost cry out. She arched her back sharply as he landed a strike on her other breast. By this time she lost count, because he seemed to land the strikes in a way the sent every ripple straight to her core. She focused inwardly, her breathing loud in her ears, and even though her eyes were already covered, she squeezed them shut. He circled ever closer to her core, until her entire body seemed to hum from her efforts of keeping quiet, and most of all not climaxing. She did well too, until he landed a strike on her mons. She almost came undone then and there, instinctively trying to close her legs, which of course was impossible. He landed another on the inside of her left thigh, his hand just brushing her folds. Then the right thigh.
"Last one, sweet one, you're doing so well," he crooned. Then he slapped her clit.
Elle screamed inwardly, her body practically arching off the bed as she fought the vibrations that rang through her entire body. Her womb clenching ominously, her cunt twitching violently. She just about managed to keep from falling over, her breathing heavy as if she had run a marathon.
She barely registered when Roland was suddenly on top of her, kissing her fiercely, proceeding to thrust into her hard and deep, his pelvic bone smashing against her distended clit.
"Such a good girl," he crooned hotly. "You wanted my fucking cock inside you so badly, did you, kitten?" He growled, fucking her with such hunger she could nearly see the stars.
His thick shaft seemed suddenly much thicker due to her swollen insides, her walls now extremely sensitive from the need to feel him.
"Now you may scream for me, Elle. Come for your master."
She needed nothing more, because she was already there, her body cascaded with the fire of his passion, as he plunged into her again and again, and she couldn't hold back any longer. The scream the rent the air was sure to carry out into the street. She was helpless to control herself, only her bonds keeping her from practically jack knifing off the bed. Roland kissed her throat, feeling the vibrations from her cries, only spurring him on. She had no choice but to allow him to coax her to another earth shattering climax, her body convulsing violently beneath him.
Roland straddled her thighs, closing her legs, not missing a beat in his rhythm. Elle hadn't even noticed he had freed her legs. She was still bound about the wrists, so it didn't make much of a difference. She was helplessly pinned beneath him, feeling him move over her and inside her.
"You're so wet, pet," he groaned, grinding against her. "And tight, gripping me so fiercely. Are you going to come again?" He asked.
She failed to utter an answer, and he rammed into her, jolting both of them so hard the bed rapped against the wall. "Answer me pet," he growled in her ear.
"Yes!" Was all she managed.
"Then you better scream for me again, pet" he growled, delivering another hard thrust, making climax again, a scream renting the air again.
Roland almost chuckled as he thought back on the first time he had tried to get her to scream for him. How far she had come.
"Well done pet," he murmured, as she returned, her body still twitching slightly as he continued to move within her. She clamped down onto him once again, her body already on the path to another orgasm. He felt his own coming as well, her walls squeezing him so tightly, he was hard put to not erupt right then and there.
"Come for me again, Elle," he crooned, before kissing her passionately.
She moaned into his mouth, her body growing rigid, as he plunged into her, hitting that spot that made her see red. He felt the first spasms of her snug channel and he couldn't help but deliver a series of hard thrusts that made her release a soft scream every time. Suddenly her insides grabbed him like a vice and she lurched sharply, her orgasm tearing through her with blinding force. Roland couldn't hold back any longer either. He spilled himself deeply inside her, groaning and crooning as he undulated hotly against her a few more times before nearly slumping on top of her. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen to a deep red. In short she looked rather lovely.
Roland smiled down at her, then kissing her again, he slowly got up from her.
She clearly expected him to untie her, but he left her with a wicked grin even as he slinked lower down her body. Her eyes went wide as she realised what he was about to do.
"Roland what are you doi- holy shit!" She burst out, as he once again proceeded to lick her cleft from bottom to top. He gave her highly sensitive clit a soft suckle, releasing it with a pop. "Oh my fucking god!" She whimpered, straining at her bonds, not entirely sure she was going to survive this time. It was a close run thing, as he proceeded to coax her body through 3 more orgasms, using only his mouth on her.
She had screamed her head off at the final one, then finally she had slumped, her body going completely limp. Roland crawled up her body, kissing her salty skin in various places until he reached her mouth, on which he placed a gentle kiss. She was out cold, and he released her hands, making sure she was comfortable until she came back around. He stayed with her, until she stirred. When she finally focused on his face, he gave her a gentle smile.
"What happened?" She rasped, her throat dry and raspy.
"You were overcome with so much ecstasy that you passed out for a few minutes."
"What?" She said, puzzled, raising her head slightly.
"Shhh, stay down darling, give your body some time before moving too much," he said, placing his hand on her forehead to force her back down.
"Did I really pass out?" She asked, disbelief in her voice.
"I'm afraid so, yeah," he responded, barely holding back his deep chuckle.
"I blame you," she said, closing her eyes, apparently ready to sleep.
"Yes, well that is only a fucking compliment, isn't it?" He laughed. "Hang on one second, pet. Don't sleep yet." He went to the kitchen, returning to the bedroom with a glass full of water.
"Drink this, then you can sleep." he said gently, handing her the glass.
She didn't struggle. She just emptied the glass in three large gulps, before giving it back. He set it on the nightstand, and then helped her get tucked in, curling his naked body around hers. She was snoring within moments. Roland smiled at the back of her tousled head.
It had been quite a day, even for his standards.
Well, Elle certainly got more than she could have hoped for, eh?
Let me know what you think!
-Pancakes