Journey into Submission: The Piercing
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Ruby chanted breathlessly.
'Music,' AJ thought. As always, her moans and whimpers filled him with a fierce delight, a deep satisfaction that she made this loving music when they fucked: a music to which AJ had rapidly become addicted.
Ruby lay under him, bound face down on a carpeted bench with her luscious ass high and open and ripe.
His
. Her face, flushed with arousal and heat, was turned partially away and screened by a fall of blonde hair. She moaned long and low in her throat.
Sometimes just the thought of her moans, the mere remembrance of her breathy 'oh god, oh god' was enough to make him hard. AJ groaned as he sheathed his cock again and again into the heated clasp of her soft flesh.
He leaned forward, pushing himself deeper as he bent to sweep aside her hair to nibble on the back of her neck: kneeling behind her, he savored the feeling of being sheathed in the sizzling embrace of her.
"I am home," he said.
"Ohhh," Ruby whimpered.
"You belong to me," AJ told her, entranced by the way her body clenched around him. "Feel how you cling to me," he whispered, stroking a loving hand over the curve of her ass. "Exquisite."
"Hot burning," Ruby panted.
"Mmmm," AJ agreed, biting the back of her neck, harder this time. "Feel how perfectly we fit."
His body wrapped closely around hers, skin-to-skin, his cock deep in her ass.
"You were made for this."
Ruby delighted him further by lifting her hips and pressing into him, as though trying to pull more of him in. AJ chuckled and flexed himself inside her.
"I dream of taking you like this," he said, thrusting...a long slow retreat and return. "Until you are liquid with heat, until you moan with need, until you beg me never to leave your body."
Ruby shuddered beneath him and gasped as his speed increased.
"Mine," he said with each thrust, "Mine. Mine.
Mine
."
He had already driven her to climax several times this evening and he knew by the spread of goosebumps up her back that she was close to coming again.
"Please," she whimpered, "oh Master, please."
AJ reveled in the gathering heat and power in his lower body as his own climax approached. Energy coiled tighter as he thrust, coiled hotter as his balls tightened.
"You may cum, baby."
He had barely uttered the words and she came with her loudest moan yet. Her body vibrated, locked around him vise-like. He loved it; loved the contractions that rippled outward from her pussy and ass, loved her pulse that raced and thundered there where they were joined. A few more deep thrusts and his cum steamed up from his balls, pulsed hotly along his cock and jetted from him in waves of intense pleasure as his body bucked and shuddered.
It was as though the energy had gathered and intensified as they fucked, waiting for its chance; waiting to make the leap, to complete the connection between male and female; waiting to claim this woman. It left AJ feeling spent, gloriously emptied and lighter than air.
An hour or so later, AJ glanced over the edge of his book and watched without seeming to as Ruby crossed the living room to kneel at his feet. Fresh from the shower, the short cobalt silk kimono clung faithfully to her damp skin.
She stumbled a little as she halted before him, still uncertain on the black high heels. He pretended not to see the stumble or the mortified look she threw him as she knelt. Such imperfections, AJ had learned in their months together, endeared her all the more to him.
He reasoned that it was all very well to demand perfection from his submissive; but to
expect
perfection when he himself was imperfect could only be hubris.
He put the book aside and gave Ruby all of his attention. The kimono shimmered with each shiver that racked her lush form, betraying her emotion. She knelt back on her heels in silence, her eyes downcast and her hands palm-down on her thighs. Though she had dried her hair, damp tendrils curled against her neck and temple.
His heart thumped once, painfully, at the vulnerable picture of his submissive. She had submitted, given her body and her mind into his care and direction. It was a heavy, enthralling responsibility. AJ curved his hand under her chin and tilted her face. When her lashes lifted he confirmed what he had suspected; her smoky eyes were filled with tears.
"I'm sorry for the stumble, Sir."
Ruby delighted him as no other submissive, completely - innocently - open in her reactions to him and his domination. She held nothing back and such honesty was in itself an enticement, a seduction. Tenderly, he stroked his thumb along her cheek.
"Ruby, love. There is no need for tears. You please me."
Her chin wobbled in his hand as her tears spilled over and she caught back a sob. She fought to bring herself under control and meet his gaze and he loved the valiant struggle as well as her refusal to hide it from him.
"I want to please you always, Sir, and all ways."
"I have no problem with that," he smiled.
However, she did not relax and the tension in her puzzled him.
"You know that I do not like pain, Sir."
It occurred to him then that she had nerved herself up to tell him something important and her entire body strained with the effort. AJ recalled a conversation they'd had near the beginning of their relationship during which Ruby had declared defiantly that she was
not
a pain slut. Pain had been an early-established limit for her.
"Yes," he answered quietly, "I know."
"If it pleases you, Sir, I would like to have my nipples pierced."
He saw a trust there as he intently searched her face, and fear, and a faith that he would see into her heart; that he would understand she pushed her own limits as a measure of her devotion to him, that she offered piercing as a gift. And because it was a gift unsought, because he understood the depths of her fear of pain and therefore the depths of her need to submit to him, tenderness surged through him.
"Come here, baby."
He helped her up onto his lap and cradled her in his arms. Possessively, AJ slid his hand inside the kimono and up Ruby's belly until he cupped her breast in his big hand.
"Piercing is a personal choice, Ruby."
"But you like it, Sir."
"Regardless, it must be your decision. I would never command body modification of my submissive. Tell me why you have changed your mind about it."
He took pride and delight in her growth as his submissive. That pride washed through him as he watched her strive to put into words how she had come to view nipple piercing - once a hard limit - as something she now wanted done.
"I want to...give you..." she spoke slowly, hesitantly, as she puzzled it out in her own mind, "to
show
you the depths of my...need...my desire...to please you, Sir. To show you the measure of my submission."
He caught her nipple in his fingers, tugged it sharply and adored her gasp of pleasure.
"Are you
absolutely
sure you want to have these pretty nipples pierced, lover?"
"Yes, Sir," she answered fervently, "but it...scares me."
"Of course it does." He cupped her pussy and chuckled in her ear, "It excites you, too, doesn't it? The thought of having pierced nipples...has made you wet."
She nodded and pressed her face into his neck. He knew by the heat that she was blushing. She lifted her eyes to his and whispered tremulously, "Will you come with me, Master?"
"Baby, this is a wonderful loving gift you have offered me," his voice low, intent, all amusement gone. "Thank you. In return, I promise to hold you in my arms while the piercing is done."
She smiled mistily, "Thank you, Master! I can do
anything
if you are with me."
He hugged her again, "You have grown, baby. I am proud of you."
"It may be growth, my Master," she whispered as though she could not trust her own voice, "but it is also love that has brought me here...to this request."
AJ's heart jerked in his chest as hot satisfaction crashed through him. He kissed her.
A week later, after he had asked for and received Ruby's pledge that she had not changed her mind, they stood together in the foyer of a small office. A discreet sign outside called the business "Body Art."
Ruby completed the paperwork swiftly then stood close to AJ, shivering. With a smile, he placed his hand against her lower back and pulled her closer.
"Where are you, lover?"
Her eyes flicked to his face, away, and then back for a longer, considering look. He treasured that look, that window into her psyche. Almost, he could hear her thinking; 'why has Master asked me this when the answer is so obvious?' and 'what am I missing?' The moment she found the answer, her face smoothed, relaxed.
"I am at my Master's side, Sir."
Nervous tension flowed out of her and as she spoke she quieted beneath his hand. AJ smiled and kissed her on the forehead: a benediction, a reward.
"Good girl."
"Are you ready?" a new voice, female, spoke behind them.
AJ turned and grinned, leaving Ruby's side to cross the room and envelop the newcomer in a hug.
"Lisle!"
