As soon as she heard me behind her, she turned her head as far as she could to the left to keep me in her line of vision. I took a moment to pat myself on the back. This new rule I pulled out of my ass was proving to be rewarding for me.
As I lean down to her, I take her hair in my hand. I had plans to braid it, however even that act suddenly feels unworthy for her. Instead, I brush it over her shoulder and kiss her neck. We would just have to be mindful to not get it caught in anything this time. It was not going in a braid.
I intend to take it easy, this time. Nothing too harsh. The last thing I wanted was to put her mind right where mine had just come from. I would make sure that Ana was so consumed with me, she had no room in that pretty head for Eric Lincoln. Throughout my musings, I circled her. Still, she kept her eyes on me as best as she could. She was so still, and calm. Somehow, this calmed me as well.
"Alright, Anastasia. We're going to spend a few hours in here, however I know you need to get up for work and I would like for you to have at least seven hours of sleep. So we'll play until nine, I'll give you a bath and then I expect you to go to sleep. Understand?" I tried to keep my tone flat and expecting.
"Yes, sir" Ana said quietly.
"Stand up, and come stand in front of me," I demanded. She made her way over to me quickly, on her tiptoes.
Once she was there, I placed my hand on the small of her naked back and guided her over to the ceiling bar. She kept her head tilted up towards my face as we walked. She was leaning into my chest. Just this small act, was more intimate than anything I had done in this room. I have no idea how I am going to keep my cool.
"Stand right here. Arms up. Legs apart." I placed her arms in the leather cuffs at the top of the bar, adjusting it to her small frame. Then I bent, tracing my hands down her arms, down the sides of her breasts and stomach all the way to her ankles. She shivered. "Still." I reminded her, as I slapped her quickly on the ass. She stilled. I took the cuffs from the bar on the floor and adjusted them to be a bit longer. I intended to cuff her legs; however, I wouldn't mind if she had a bit of wiggle room.
Once I had her completely restrained, I let my hands wander a bit. Over her silky-smooth legs, around to her round perky ass. I squeezed and slapped and yet, she was still quiet. However, I could feel the chill bumps raising all over her body. I continued my exploration. To her tight, firm belly. I ran my finger around her belly-button and stifled a laugh as she squirmed first the second time at my ministrations. I looked up into her face. She was smiling.
"I'll give you something to smile about." I said quietly. I expected to smile to drop from her lips and a look of fear to replace it. But instead the smile remained. Only, it morphed into something a bit more sinister. Her eyes narrowing, as her smile widened.
When I've let my mind wander to what Ana would be like if I ever had her in this way, I have been indecisive as to what I would find. I thought perhaps at first, she would be shy. Nervous even. Either from inexperience, or from her good manners and day-to-day personality. However, now that we are here. Now that I am crouched at her waist, looking her in the eyes I believe I was entirely off base.
She was a hellion; I could feel it. This excited me as well as jostled my nerves. I had had 15 contracted submissives in the past. And while most of them were tough no-limit women, a pain-slut was few and far between.
"You're going to surprise me. I can already tell. Your safe words are yellow, and red. Understand?"
"Yes, sir." She said biting her lip, while keeping the evil little smile on her face.
I stepped away from her and made my way to the center of the room opening the first drawer of the island. I initially was going to go easy on her. Use a pair of soft, plastic nipple clamps. However, my eyes landed on the metal clamps held together by a thin chain, and before I could think twice, I was grabbing them and headed back over to my sweet girl.
I'm finding it hard to look away from her eyes. They follow me as I make my way back to her and lean my head down. She watches me lick, and suck on her nipples. They go from a soft cream, to a dark pink color as I continue to tease her. Soon enough, I am placing the clamps on. She's breathing heavy now, but it just encourages me to pull lightly on the clamps once they're in place. I take the chain connecting the two and lift it up to Ana's mouth. "Hold onto this for me, baby." I instruct her as she bites on the chain. Then for good measure, I lean in and kiss her lips as she curls them around the chain.
She makes a sweet squeaking noise and leans into my kiss. My girl is still a cuddler. No matter how dirty she might be in the playroom. I let her head come to my chest, as I rise from our kiss. She nuzzles into me.
"Let's work you over for a bit, yes?" I say as I cradle the back of her head and kiss the top. "Stand up straight, let me see some tension on that chain. Chin up." Ana steps back from me and follows direction.
She's wincing as she pulls on the chain, but she continues to keep an even tension on it.
I can't help myself, so I stand back and admire her. I give her a devilish smile and she returns it.
She is consuming me.
Grabbing a slim leather crop off the wall, I circle her once again. I start with her ass. Flicking my wrist forcefully and letting the crop do it's work. She's yelping and leaning away from the sting, but if I give her a break, she's pushing her ass back towards me asking for more. So, I give her more. Her ass turns a beautiful deep pink color, and soon her thighs follow. With one more lick to her thigh, I bring the crop up and in between her legs. She moans through the chain as I rub the base in circles over her pussy.
As soon as she begins to move her hips with the petting, I pull it away walking around to her front. I pull the chain from her mouth and kiss her, then I bring the base of the crop up to her eye level.
"Look at you," I tease her. "You've made a mess all over my crop." She looks down at the base, nearly going cross eyes to do it. She's so fucking cute. "Clean it." I demand and put it to her lips.
She does it without hesitation. Licking herself off the small leather fold, all the while staring me dead in the eyes. I'm palming myself through the silk pajamas at this point. I can't help it.
Soon enough my hand goes to Ana. I take the crop and set the stem in her mouth as I lean into her. My fingers working their way around and into the folds between her legs. She's soaked. I place my other hand under her chin, and I squeeze her face just enough to force her to hold the crop with her teeth instead of her lips.
After a minute, she's thrusting her hips in time with my fingers. As I feel her tightening up, I pull my fingers away in shock. She was about to cum without asking for permission. And if the rest of our time in this room is any indication, she didn't forget she was supposed to ask. Brat.
Without releasing her face, I take the crop out of her mouth. "You want to cum, then cum." I say sarcastically, as I slap her pussy with the crop.
She jumps in shock and lets a strand of "please" leave her mouth. I slap the side of her face gently and place my hand back underneath her chin. "No. you were going to cum. You didn't ask to begin with. So this is what you'll cum to." I back up and continue to hit her clit with the crop, and she jumps with every slap. Her teeth are chattering, and she almost sounds as if she's giggling if it weren't for the hint of agony in her throat. Still, I continue.
With a cry she cums, and I slap her clit through it. When I pull back, I expect to see tears. Or at the least a look of anger. However, I am met with a scrunched nose and a toothy smile. She looks like a child that's been caught doing something they weren't supposed to.
I'm taken aback, but I try not to show it. As I unlock her hands and instruct her to walk in front of me to the table, I allow myself a moment of shock behind her back. Perhaps her experience is a bit rougher than I assumed it would be. She took that as if it were simple-play. I intended to take it easy on her the first time, but I'm getting the idea that 'easy' would not satisfy her. How ironic is it that the first girl I bring into this room with the intentions of being gentle, would want anything but.
I had had submissives break contracts over the things I enjoyed. It is no secret that I have a need to be tougher than usual. I would never permanently mark a woman; however I did have a need to take it as far as I could. Ana, the girl I took to dinner with my parents. The girl I made love to. The girl I brought lunch to at work… I never included her in those depraved thoughts.
I wasn't taking it any further this time. We were going to have a good long discussion of just exactly how far she'll go before I jump into deep to this one.
I lift her up on the table and make her lay back. After a few moments of releasing and clamping the nipple clamps as she tries to keep her hands fisted in the table, I lean down to her face. She's sweating already. I'm sure I am as well. I brush the hair off of her face and kiss her forehead. "What are you doing to me?" She smiles sweetly, and shrugs her shoulders responding to me without breaking her rules.
Scooting her ass to the edge of the table, I begin the task of tying her up. I tie both arms above her head, to the opposite legs of the table. After wrapping the rope behind her knee, I lift her leg and bend it and tie it to the same table leg as her arm. I do the same to her left leg, and soon she's frog legged and spread open on the tabletop.
By this point, I know I am moments away from getting my dick in her. She's so wet that the inside of her thighs have collected her juices and she made the walk over to the table. I lean down and taste her. This isn't something I normally do; however I have the sudden need to feel her all over my face. She's squirming as much as her restraints will allow her, and as I add two fingers and curl them up into her, she starts her begging. "Can I cum, sir? Please. Please can I cum." She strings her pleas out as I prolong my permission and continue to circle my tongue around her clit. I don't allow it and continue to bring her to the edge only to lean back and let her scream.
My edging lasts minutes at a time, and in between I am keeping a steady stream of light slapping on her clit. I know it's anguish to her at this point. She's gone from begging to defeat more times than I can count but even still, she's giggling as if we are playing in the in between moments.
By now she is red and swollen, begging for release or to be left alone. I pull back once again, denying her. I lean up to kiss her, as she lets out a groan and chokes on her words. She's crying now, her tears falling down the sides of her face and into her loose hair. But, by the time I finish my kissing, she's smiling through her little sobs.
"Crying," I say patronizingly. "I haven't even fucked you yet, and you're crying." She laughs as I tease her, smiling. None of this would fly with any other submissive I have had. It's taken the hour and a half we've been in this room for me to come to the realization that Ana would never be just another woman I've led into my playroom.
She's soaking up any attention I will give her, so I continue. Her sobs slow and she leans her head towards my face sweetly. She seems so at home, tied to this table. A better man might be disturbed by this. Perhaps, if I weren't about to explode, I would allow myself to question just exactly why she responds to me in this way. But for now, I placate myself with the idea that she's just as excited as I am.
I take my pajama pants off and begin to pump myself as I continue kissing her. Her lips, her nose, her chin. I am covered in her juices, but she doesn't seem to mind.
Slowly, I lean back and align myself with her entrance. "Beg me, baby. How badly do you want my cock."
She's moaning and trying to shimmy down the table, yet still she begs. "Please, sir. Please give me your cock. Please fuck me." Her voice is breathy and light. It's music.
I slam myself into her, strangling off her pleas. She loses her breath, and her eyes get wide. I reach up and jerk the clamps off her, and she's cumming. It's almost enough to take me with her, however I grit my teeth and slam into her holding off. I want her cumming once more before we're through. She's screaming on my dick, now. Curling her toes and tightening up. She is past her pleasure and into the zone of being overstimulated. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and I have almost lost her. Still I fuck into her roughly, the table rocking with us. She can't catch her breath, and I try not to let it show but I am struggling to do the same.
"Again. You'll cum again" I demand roughly as I slap my hand down on her swollen clit. She's begging me to stop, but soon enough it turns into moans and she's following up with a roll of her neck as she cums once more.
I pull out of her and place my knee on the table, leaning up. I pump myself twice, three times and I'm cumming, all over her. She's gasping for air.
I cross the table and lean down to her face once again. Her chin is splattered with my cum, and I run my thumb down it cleaning her as she catches her breath. "Suck," I tell her and stick my thumb between her lips. As she sucks, I kiss her temple and begin talking. "Good girl. You're being so good for me. I'm going to go in that bathroom," I point at the door, "and get something to clean us up with. You don't move. Don't go anywhere."
Ana laughs at my teasing, and I leave her tied to the table as I make my way to the bathroom. I grab a rag from the linen closet and run it under water until it is steaming. I make my way back over to Ana and I clean her beginning with the mess I have made all over her chest and stomach, eventually I make my way between her legs and for the first time since the afternoon started I am gentle. Using my fingers to spread her lightly, I run the rag up her and then back to her ass. I look up to check on my dirty girl and finding a blushing shy girl in her place.
In seconds I have her untied and up in my arms. Her head is on my shoulder and after making an adjustment, her arms are wrapped around my neck instead of my back. I set off out the door and down the hallway to my bedroom.
She hasn't spoken yet. If I were a betting man, I would lay money on the fact that she isn't a "scene" kind of submissive. She's used to being pet. Which is suddenly fine with me. If Ana needs aftercare, then she'll get it in great supply.
She's twisting her fingers in the curls on the back of my neck and breathing softly into my collarbone.
"Are you ok, baby?" I as softly. She nods her head.
She's floating.
Subspace is a difficult thing to describe. And it varies from submissive to submissive. Some need an extreme amount of pain to accomplish it, some need just a certain set of actions. Then there are the few, that require a specific type of connection to a dom. An extreme emotional connection, if you will, to get there. It wasn't something I ever tried to obtain with a sub. It was neither here nor there for me whether what I did in the playroom with a sub got them there or not. If it did, good on them. I'd provide aftercare. Give them a bath or walk them to their room. If it didn't, we went our separate ways once we hit the hallway. It wasn't to be cruel. It's just what I required.
However, holding Ana here in the doorway of my bedroom. Feeling her deep breaths as she blinks slowly on my shoulder, I feel as if I am seconds away from falling right into space with her.
Just she and I exist here.
In her place between reality and make believe. Nothing can hurt her. Nothing can make her sad. She's safe, and comforted, and right where she's meant to be. This is a home for her. And maybe she was brought into it too young, in the worst of ways. But she's made it a home. And she's invited me into it.
I let the bathtub fill with water as I sit on the edge and hold my girl. She's humming softly, my fingers running up and down her back to the tune.
We spent… maybe two hours in the playroom. Four orgasms between us, and I already know I am hooked. I'm hooked on the way my hand felt around her delicate neck. Hooked on the sound of her screaming. Hooked on the warmth of her body as I crawl my way up into her. I feel so unlike myself to admit it but I am hooked on how good it feels to care for her here like this.
As I ease the both of us into the hot water, Ana let's out an uncomfortable sound. "Ouch," she speaks freely, for the first time since I put her on her knee's hours ago.
"Does it hurt, baby?"
Ana nods her head and folds her arms underneath her chest. I am not sure how I will get the both of us clean with her so attached to me but I refuse to make her move, so I begin to run the cloth down her back and up in between us.
We lay until the water grows cold and I get her out and toweled off quickly. She's shivering and still a bit out of it, so I carry her to the bed.
Then as quickly as Ana had went down, she came back up.
"Oh no," she squeaked loudly and sat up from the mattress. It looked like a scene from the exorcist, as her body only half-appeared to want to preform the task.
"What? What is it?"
She slammed her palm into her forehead and plopped back down into the bed, "I forgot about life-skills."
"Life-? Sweetheart, go to sleep. You're not making any sense." I take her hand and make to turn her away from me, so I can curl up around her. Instead, she squirrels her hand away and makes to get out of bed completely.
"No," she breathes. "Life skills. For my teenagers, tomorrow. Tuesday is teen-day. I was supposed to get their life-skills work ready for first thing in the morning."
After a pause, she looks at my confused expression.
"Life-skills, Christian. Work skills. Each Tuesday we learn a new work skill, so my teens can look forward to finding jobs in the work force. Tomorrow morning, we were going to separate change and silverware."
I nod my head as this beautiful girl continues to talk out of hers. I make to grab her wrist once more, "can you not do that in the morning? It's 1am, already." Ana is shaking her head by the time I even start the sentence. I give In, like a chump. I did tell her I would take care of everything she needed as far as work in the morning. Only I thought it would just be her attire and means of transportation.
"Ok. Ok. Alright. Do you have everything you need here?"
This is what Grace must have felt like when my siblings and I waited until the night before due date to begin a school project. Ana nods her head to confirm, and I make the assumption that the oversized briefcase in Taylor's possession as we made our way to the apartment must have "life-skills" inside of it.
"I'll help you. Let's get this done so you can sleep at least five hours." This is why I want control of her sleep, but I don't voice that right now.
Ana, with my assistance throws one of my t-shirts over her head and makes her way back into the main hall and toward the elevator where her briefcase is sitting. How this girl is going to sit down and do anything while she can barely hold her head up is beyond me, but still I follow. Like a damned puppy.
I grab her briefcase and open it on the living-room carpet. We both sit cross legged and Ana explains to me the two projects she needs to get together. Ten of each. She thanks me for helping her, and we begin.
Soon enough however, her instructions get few and far between, and her yawns get more frequent.
And that's how I got the unreasonable task of separating quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies, forks, spoons, and knives into individual baggies as my sweet girl slept, open mouth and sighing into the carpet next to my leg.
An hour later as I lifted her off the floor and took her back into the bedroom, I thought about future nights here with her. I thought about the new discoveries we have made about each other, and the discoveries I have made about myself. And I come to an uncomfortably exciting conclusion. Even if every night I get with Ana ends in the living-room floor slaving over kitchenware as she slumbers, I'd want it every night she gave it to me.
Hell, I might even learn a new life-skill.