***Author's Note: For anyone just stepping into this story, read part one first—it's heavily serialized. This story deserves the BDSM tag a lot more than last chapter, which simply set that aspect up. It's not something I have a lot of experience writing, but I've been experimenting with some of the ideas from the particular angle of this unique relationship. Thanks to everyone who commented on the first part; I looked forward to hearing constructive feedback from you guys. -Theworldspins***
There was a fine line that Alex Vartas walked when he was whipping his slave's ass. When he whipped her too softly, for fear of causing her harm, he could tell, though she'd never just come out and admit it, that a little part of her was left unsatisfied. Yet to lose control, to go too far and actually hurt Audrey, would be unthinkable. He had enough guilt about what he had done to her in the past, what he was doing to her now, to compound that feeling by causing her lasting damage.
"Thank you, Master," Audrey intoned between gasps. "Please show your bad girl how to be good."
"Good girls don't..."
Shit—why exactly am I supposed to be punishing her right now? Oh, that's right.
"...steal the covers at night. You made me cold, slave."
In Alex's mind, the whole thing could get a little silly. They both knew that this wasn't actually punishment. What's more, any excuse would suffice when Audrey needed him to play rough with her. But for Audrey, he could play the part, and if the part called for a soft leather whip and a naked, hogtied slave, then he could manage.
"I'm sorry Master. Please punish your slave for her error."
The third person stuff had thrown him at first, but it all eventually made sense. In a lot of ways, he'd learned to be the domineering figure Audrey craved just by reading her body reactions, as well as the subtle ways she entered into the submissive frame of mind when they started to play.
"
Open your mouth, slave. I want you to treat this fake cock like it belongs to me. You try to make it cum.
"
Trussed up, with her hands bounds to her ankles, and lying naked on her stomach, Audrey eyed the 7" thick dildo affixed to the table in front of her. She knew not to mention that she couldn't reach it, and instead wriggled forward as best she could so that her mouth could line up with the rubber fuck toy.
"
Suck it, baby
," Master commanded.
Audrey apparently didn't want him to have to ask again. She lowered her head onto the fake cock, as drool began to form at the edges of her mouth.
"Good girl," Alex said softly, caressing her back and arms. He ran his fingers through her blonde curls as she slowly lowered her face onto the cock, its width stretching her lips.
"I want your nose to touch the table," Master said. "Try for me—if you can't, I'm going to have to whip your pink little ass."
Audrey could feel her pussy getting wet at Master's dirty talk. She remembered feeling stressed out earlier today, when she couldn't remember where she left the canvas bags they used for shopping. She'd gotten emotional, as she always did when her memory failed her, and Alex had promised that tonight he'd be her Master, he'd take care of her. He'd tested her before, as he always did, and she remembered every bit of that, even though the negative emotions that led her to the padded table, where she was busy fellating a dildo and preparing to be whipped and then fucked were gone. On the table, there was nothing but joy and desire—even when her body felt pain. He was certain of that.
"You're not touching the table," he said to her, tracing the leather strips of the whip against Audrey's spine, down to the crack of her ass. "Don't you love Master's cock?"
When all this started, all Alex wished was that Audrey would be better. When he thought spoon-feeding her would work, he did it. When she needed him by her side to sleep, he did it. He bathed her. He massaged her body. She needed to please him, to serve him, so he allowed her to. He let her kiss his feet and suck his toes, though it felt indescribably odd at first. When he told her to serve him however she thought was right, she stuck her tongue in his asshole. Alex let her. Of course he let Audrey blow him—it seemed almost normal compared to the elaborate things she dreamed up to worship him, and Audrey never once let a drop of his cum go to waste.
At first they made love, and that was all Alex wanted, too, because, as Audrey got better, she got more normal. She knew who she was. She knew how to make him laugh. They shared things, things no one else could ever know, and slowly he realized that he wasn't stuck with her out of guilt, he looked forward to being with her more than anything.
CRACK
The sound of the whip as it split the air in two and struck Audrey's soft, tender flesh was bracing.
Something that sounded like a "thank you," only muffled by a thick rod of rubber, emerged from Audrey's no doubt exhausted mouth.
When this started, I just wanted to make love to you. Now I want to fuck your ass hard, slave
.
Alex pressed her head down, helping her to touch the tip of her nose to the table. He knew from hard-won experience how far he could push; she had little remaining gag reflex, but he still had no desire to tempt fate and make her retch. He just needed to follow through with what he said before.
CRACK
Once more the plump flesh of Audrey's gorgeous ass jiggled from the impact of the whip. He could see it turning red.
"
Get off that fucking cock, slave
," he barked. "I want to hear you while I fuck you."
Having just cleaned her thoroughly, Alex knew there would be no harm warming up her asshole with his tongue. They had only recently expanded their play to include anal, but already it had become one of Audrey's favorite things. When he asked her to explain why, all she said was that his cock belonged deep inside her, and that putting it in her ass made her feel like she was giving him something that not every woman could or would give him.
It was all part of the transformation Alex felt inside himself. If being with him made Audrey better, he sometimes thought that being with her made him worse. He didn't exactly
feel
worse; in fact, he'd never felt better. Having an insatiable, submissive sex slave to cater to his every need sated his lust. Being with Audrey, though, had made him question who he was as a person.
I'm hurting her. Her ass has got to hurt after this.
Alex stopped tonguing Audrey's ass long enough to rub some soothing lotion onto her ass cheeks. It would make it feel better when he drove his cock into her ass.
"Are you sorry now, Audrey?"
"Yes Master, please don't take it away."
The way she objectified his cock always made him aroused, like it was a prize for her to win.
"Oh, don't worry, baby. I'm going to put it deep inside your hot little ass. You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," Audrey cooed, her face only inches from the spit-slickened dildo that had until a moment ago been plundering her throat.
Alex pushed a lube-coated finger inside, preparing the way.
"Then let go and let me in."
With his raging hard cock lined up with her anus, Alex thrust forward, a surge of pleasure filling him that could not have exceeded the pain Audrey must have felt, having her sphincter stretched wide by his invading cock. He could only trust that she was always honest with him, that she found the pain clarifying, liberating even, and that she welcomed that pain much more than he longed to give it.
He always had considerable stamina when fucking Audrey, pussy or ass, though only because she had usually drained him almost dry beforehand. These kinds of longer sessions always took place at night, and rare was the day when Alex didn't find his sexy little slave putting on a pouty look in the morning, begging for a chance to suck him off before work. Of course, he almost always let her—it made her as happy as it made him. But still he couldn't shake the feeling that, however and for whatever reason it had happened, there was still something just incontrovertibly wrong about possessing another person, body, mind, and soul, the way he owned Audrey.
As if she was reading his mind, Audrey began encouraging him even more.
"Fuck me, Master! Own my ass! Make me cum, Master!"
Audrey wanted him to lay claim to her. The more possessive he was, the less anxiety she felt about him possibly leaving her.
"This ass belongs to me," he grunted, thrusting hard into her.
He liked pulling her to the edge of the table when she was hog-tied like this, since he could fuck her with more powerful thrusts when he was standing up. Alex reached down to grab the sides of her head, hooking a couple of fingers on the right side into her mouth.
"Your pussy belongs to me. Your ass belongs to me. Your mouth belongs to me. Your tits belong to me. This hair belongs to me..."
This table belongs to you. This house belongs to you. Those cars belong to you. That bank account belongs to you.
"Fill me please, Master!"
Alex felt ripples of pleasure in his cock, no doubt caused by the muscles inside Audrey straining to force him out. He watched beads of sweat form on her back, rolling down into the valley formed by the way her legs were lifted. Then he buried himself fully inside her, reveling in the feeling of her hot anal passage flexing around him.
"
Cum for me slave
."
Audrey's body shook, and Alex felt bad for not filling her pussy with at least a vibrator while he fucked her anally. She never asked for that kind of thing, but it didn't mean he shouldn't be vigilant about meeting her needs.
He hadn't much time to beat himself up over that oversight, before he felt his knees grow wobbly and his balls tighten. Unloading his pent-up cum into Audrey's hot, tight ass was a feeling more impossibly perfect than Alex could have imagined. He felt his torso ripple, as if his body was squeezing every bit of semen into her possible, and a vision, dangerous yet irrepressible, of letting go like this into her fertile pussy, filling her with his life-giving seed, flickered across his mind.
When his brain started to work again, Alex pulled his cock slowly from Audrey's backside and grabbed a wet wipe kept in a cabinet near the table. Though Audrey had begged to have the right to clean his cock straight out of her ass, he had never felt comfortable enough to let her do this one thing. He always wiped down, discretely, before presenting his member to her.
"Show me how grateful you are," he said softly but firmly, as Audrey took him once more into her mouth, lavishing his cock with the attention of her expert tongue.
