Shane
I was playing a dangerous game, one where I would find out just how good my willpower and discipline was. The day her story had posted had started out shitty, with my thoughts still on taking someone back to my penthouse while she was working there, when she was an angel and didn't deserve that. But then I'd gotten to work and it'd been a boring day, one where I couldn't focus on shit all, except her. I had ended up scrolling her page of stories and finding the one that I hadn't seen yet. And then I'd started reading.
Holy shit. The more I read, the hotter I got. My cock had been hard for her and those dark fantasies that she started. I had told her some of what she inspired, but the dangerous thing was that wasn't all of it. It had gone to my roughest edges, images of her blinded and with an open mouthed gag in my dungeon. I would chain her down like that and make her take whatever I wanted to shove in that open ring in her mouth. Cock, cum, my fingers, whatever I felt like it and whenever I felt like it. And I knew she'd go wild over it too, knew she craved my use. Jesus, the way she had said she trusted me, the way she worried constantly over my pleasure and comforts. Reading that story was a torment. She had written with far more feeling than she usually did and I knew that it was something close to her heart, an emotion she'd been exploring. And it had made me feel fevered, drugged. Each desire fueled more desire. Hunger compounded hunger. Christ, I had called her to have her come to my hotel, like an out of control teenager.
I wanted more of her even as soon as I got home, wanted to take her up to my dungeon and train her to take all of my orders. As it was, I suffered through that night while tossing and turning, resisting the urge to wake up and message her a command to see it followed. Because every act of obedience would only be foreplay before I saw her the next night. It would only serve to make our next game all the more intense with a mindset fuel. And that was the real hunger I had for power play games, the thoughts of craving more and more of my partner, the thoughts of wanting to slowly build the teasing pleasure, until it became unbearable, and then letting it fly like a wind up toy, like those times when I ended up losing myself in her and railing her so fucking hard it should have been videoed.
The thoughts made me toss in my sheets through the night when it made me daydream about having her in my arms again, about everything I wanted to do to her. A lot of those things I couldn't do because I didn't know her well enough to do them yet. But she had been begging to try some harder sensation play, with some pain involved. This was something I was interested in but not for any sadistic reason.
As I had shown her with the flogger, impact play toys could be used to bring the blood to the surface and I loved that. It heightened every feeling my submissive had, made them hyper aware of every touch. They would focus entirely on my nails delicately trailing along the inside of their thighs, for instance, or arch with a cry at the smallest bites across their breasts. Pain, likewise, could heighten the awareness and that was the point for me. Pleasure was something I felt should be approached with the same delicacy that art should be approached. The perfect mix of pain and pleasure was different for every submissive and the right blend could set them alight in intensity. It was a game. How hot could I make them? How alive could they be when both sensational extremes were manipulated and balanced?
These were the same ideas with which I went to Sulfur's to wait for her outside. And she met me there about a minute after that, even though I was early with eagerness. There was something shy in her smile, more shy than usual. "Hello, sir."
Not Aramis. Not even Shane. Lust lanced through me, as if I didn't feel enough of it and whatever she saw in my face made her pause. "Hello, puppy girl." I tried to speak playfully, but it blended with my dark desires to become a husky sound that made her step a little closer to me. "Ready to play?"
I took her hand and guided her inside when she nodded. "Yes, please! Is it the same rule as before? Play the game?"
She asked it tentatively and I smiled. "No, kitten. The rules this time are different, but easy." I waved at Brian when he let us in and then turned to her wary expression. "The first rule is to obey my every command unless you have to safeword."
She curled into my arms, eyes darkening with pleasure while I threaded my fingers in her hair and held her still with her face lifted to me. "Yes, sir."
"The second rule is show respect. And that's it."
"Yes, sir." She rubbed against me and I smiled.
"Good girl. Wait here until I get back with our room. I would offer you the choice of being out here or in a room, but I want this session private, kitten."
She wrapped her arms around her chest, smiling. "Yes, sir. I would choose that too, anyway."
Yes, because she had faith in me. Jesus, that got to me. I went to Brian to get the key to a basic dungeon style room, a harsher one, and then fetched Hunter to take her there. The role play games were fun and I definitely wanted to play some more, especially in the medical room, but after the day before I just wanted to drive her wild and see her screaming in orgasm. "Alright, what's your safewords?"
"Same as before." She glanced around her at the spanking bench and up at the cuffs connected to the ceiling before she looked at me and finished. "Red for stop, yellow for slow down."
"Perfect. Undress, place your clothes by the door, and then come here to the cuffs, please." I smiled at her to soothe her because she was looking at me with just a slight amount of fear. Not a lot, just enough to be sexy when she sauntered back to me, but I wanted to reassure her of it too. Even if some of the passion from the day before was leaking into my face now, I was still the same Dom she knew.
And she nuzzled me when she went to my arms, letting me know she still trusted me. "Yes, sir. You're in a different mood."
She gave me her wrists for me to cuff above her. "You already know what kind of mood after yesterday. We're going to go a little darker tonight."
The smell of her arousal to that thought made me smile. She was drenched already. "Yes, sir"
I went to the cabinet for a flogger, heavier than the last one I had used. "This one will be harder, but it will make the sensations all the more intense for it." She nodded at my warning and gave me a breathy "yes, sir" right as I started at her ass and thighs. At first she moaned with a little pain, more from the shock, but I worked my wrist in a figure eight, going down her thighs and up her ass again and again. Her flesh turned a sexy pink, then went steadily darker as I worked her in my circuit. I took my time, making sure my strokes were light so that I could build this slowly, until her skin felt like it was glowing. My wrist turned and turned and she gave me the softest little moans. No more pain after the initial strike, only pure lulled bliss. I started to work around her thighs to go to her front and she met my gaze with fire already building in hers. I worked over her breasts after that, holding her head up with an arm under her chin while I flogged, keeping her safe from the tails. Her moans rose in volume and I smiled, swinging the tails over and over those large, perfect tits of hers. And my God, they really were perfect. They were just large enough on her small stature to bounce when the flogger struck them. I made sure that sensitive flesh was glowing a soft red as well before I stopped with it. "Such a sweet submissive I have." Her eyes lit with the same life as her flesh after my attentions and I stepped to her side after I laid the flogger by the armoire, stroking one hand over her heated ass and one hand on her abdomen. "How are we doing so far?"
Her voice quivered deliciously as I licked her neck, taking advantage of such an erogenous zone right at the hollow of her throat. "Good, sir! Oh, so good..." She whined and tilted her head when I pulled away, arching beautifully.
"Good?" I mused over the word, trailing my nails up her sides and delighting in the way she danced so sensually. "If we're just at good, kitten, then I'm not doing my job."
"Oh my God!" She squealed the words when I stroked my fingers over her drenched little pussy. "Better than good! We're better than good!"
I chuckled and kissed her ear, licking the shell gently. "We are, aren't we? How about a little more?" I went to the armoire and got lubricant and then went to my own bag and got the large butt plug I had picked up for her, liberally greasing the toy as I went back to her.
"Oh! Oh, please. It's so big."
That made me laugh. "Oh, yes. We learned how much you love your holes being spread wide and open last time, so I was kind enough to find a butt plug that might be large enough to satisfy you." It was the largest one I could find for extended wear, made for torment and sweetest intensity rather than playful thrills. "Open up for me, kitten." She shuddered when I pressed the plug against her, using one hand to lubricate her little asshole and the other to maneuver the toy. Her moan was hot, so hot, when I teased the tight ring and at first she resisted. At first she tensed and went taut, the muscles in her legs tightening as well, but then she forced herself to focus and relax. Her hole opened a little and it was enough for me to work the toy inside of her. She squealed to that too and I laughed at it, loving the sounds she gave me, loving the way she gave over.
