[Hello again lovers! Chapter 24 of 29... we're on the final stretch now - eek!!
Strap in for this one... it's a bit feisty! Enjoy... EG x]
My taxi pulls up outside Sam's place at 8pm sharp and of course he's outside waiting. I try not to let myself acknowledge how good he looks, and I hand the driver my cash before he even manages to get to the car.
I notice him scowl when he sees me handing over the notes.
As he opens my door, I make much too big a deal of thanking the driver for the ride, flashing him my biggest smile before accidentally dropping my purse and giving him a gratuitous flash of cleavage too as I bend to pick it up. I say goodbye and step out of the car, refusing Byron's hand.
'Miss Blake' he starts.
'It's Amber, Mr Byron.' I cut him off. He looks shocked, hurt maybe? but I'm still so angry, I don't care. 'Shall we?' I motion to the entrance and strut off in front of him, deliberately swinging my hips.
We get inside and the tension hangs between us like a thick fog.
'Can I get you a drink?' He asks tentatively. 'No, thank you Mr Byron. We should deal with the formalities and get started, I'm afraid I'm on a tight schedule this evening.'
'Look Jess, I know-'
'No Sam, you don't know.' I cut him off. 'You booked Amber for tonight, here she is. Let's keep it professional, shall we?'
He takes a step back as though I've slapped him then breathes a heavy sigh. Sensing that I'm not about to back down, he straightens up and closes the distance between us, handing me a brown envelope he's produced from his back pocket, along with the small gold key I know so well.
'Very well then Amber, please go and wait for me in the basement.' His disconnected, curt politeness stings at my heart but I make myself follow through. I slip the envelope in my bag, head to the elevator and insert the key, working hard not to look at him while I do. When I get to the playroom, I mentally congratulate myself for not cracking.
I strip quickly and pile my clothes neatly on the dresser. He's obviously called the elevator as the doors close and it starts moving up. I wait until I hear it making its way back down before kneeling by the door and placing my hands on my thighs.
As he enters the playroom, I feel a shiver of anticipation rush through me. My anger is momentarily quashed by the sheer exhilaration I get from being in here, submitting to him. He's barefoot and already naked from the waist up. His bright blue eyes are dark with desire and his face is set in an impassive smirk. He passes me to sit on the sofa.
'Amber, come and put yourself across my knee.'
I do as I'm told, kneeling beside him on the soft chenille, then stretching my naked body out across him, holding on to the arm of the sofa. He bends his knee slightly underneath me, pushing my ass higher as he smooths his palm across my curved cheeks, then lifts and brings it down sharply with a hard smack. It sends a wave of pleasure through me and I can feel myself getting wetter.
I ignore the way my traitorous body reacts to his touch and try to convince myself he's just another client. I breathe deeply as he continues, holding me in place with his free arm and spanking each of my cheeks in turn, harder and faster until I'm panting and writhing against his thighs. I count twenty strokes in my head before he stops.
His breathing almost matches mine, heavy and hot on my sensitized skin. In one swift movement his hands are on my waist and he lifts me to my feet in front of him. Without looking at me he leans forward and takes a long, slow lick of my wetness. I have no doubt he's doing it to prove a point; that even when I'm angry with him I'm powerless to the effects of his touch.
'Delicious.' He toys, licking his lower lip and eyeing me with a sardonic smirk. 'Let's not fight Jessica, it's obvious you enjoyed that as much as I did.'
Of course, he's right, but I'm still far too angry to just let him off the hook.
'It's Amber, Mr Byron.' I reply demurely, with my eyes cast down, avoiding his.
He lets out an exasperated breath as he rakes a hand through his hair before saying,
'Fine. Amber, go and lie on the bed. I'm going to fuck you, hard.'
'What?' my voice is unintentionally shrill and I surprise myself as much as him. For the first time since we met, he looks at me, completely baffled. 'That's it?' I continue indignantly, 'A quick spank over your knee? What happened to the dangerous and Dominant Sam Byron?'
I shock myself with my little outburst as much as I do him, but apparently, I'm on a roll,
'All these toys at your disposal,' I continue, casting an arm at the walls, 'and you pay two grand for a quick spank? I know you've got more money than you know what to do with Mr Byron, but that seems wasteful even by your standards!' by the time I finish, I'm glaring at him with a hand on my naked hip, breathing harder and feeling slightly light headed at the scale of my little speech.
His gaze is fixed on mine in a look I can't place and I have no idea what's going through his head. Eventually, his expression hardens and his eyes darken. When he speaks again, his tone is frighteningly quiet and distant.
'Very well then; Amber, go and bend over the table.'
I swallow hard, partly worrying about what I may have just brought upon myself, partly desperately turned on at the prospect of finding out. I do as I'm told while he picks out four lengths of black rope. He makes no eye contact with me as he secures me face down, my breasts crushed against the cool wood and my wrists and ankles tied tightly to the table legs, spreading me open.
'What is your safe word, Amber?' his voice is cool and slightly threatening.
'Hardy.' My own suddenly sounds timid and small.
Without another word, I feel his fingers between the cleft of my recently spanked bottom as he starts to smear cold lube across my tight puckered hole, briefly, he fingers me and I quickly realise he's just getting me ready for the tip of a cold, hard plug that he pushes inside me slowly.
Fuck, it feels huge and makes me gasp, bucking my hips, which earns me a sharp slap across the curve of my cheek,
'Keep still or I'll tie you down at the waist too.' He growls from behind me.
I try to concentrate on my breathing and get used to the feel of the huge plug. Before I can though, I feel something else nudging against my pussy. I gasp audibly as it stretches me open, the intimate intrusion is divine. I moan in satisfaction as he twists the plug slightly so he can push it further, deeper into my behind. I gasp in pleasured pain and he returns his attention to the toy in my pussy; I realise now that it's an enormous dildo. Evidently my little outburst has hit a nerve and he's planning to really push me to my limits.
'There's about four inches left, Amber.' He growls. 'Should I stop, or would you like some more?' I refuse to let him have the upper hand.
'More. Please, Sir.'
He twists the toy again, using my own juices to help drive it in to me. I wince in pain, praying it's all the way inside me, knowing it's not.
'More?' He asks again.
'Yes Sir.' I whisper through clenched teeth. He pushes the toy inside me up to the hilt and I scream. Part pain, part pleasure, part relief. It's short-lived relief though, as he slides the whole damn thing out of me and starts all over again.
'Remember you can stop me whenever you want.' He states matter of factly.
He pounds me with the huge hard length seven times. I'm screaming and panting but I don't safe word.
On the last stroke, he holds it steady inside me and I can hear his own breath is almost as ragged as mine. Then I hear a small click, as he turns the monster toy on inside me. The whole length starts vibrating through my body.
I can feel it everywhere, even buzzing against the plug that's still firmly planted in my behind. I'm straining against the ropes holding me in place, completely unable to do anything about it. I feel dizzy and I start to worry my body is about to give up when I hear the crack of his favourite flogger behind me.
'Do you want me to stop Amber?' he taunts, trailing the leather delicately up my spine.
'No Sir.' I manage to choke in reply. I hear him breathe in through his teeth and take a step back. We are truly locked in a battle of wills, neither of us prepared to back down, both committed to our own stubborn and deviant paths.
He starts to flog the back of my thighs gently, then my spread cheeks harder, gathering pace. He cracks the leathery tongues against my slit while it's stretched full and against the base of the butt plug buried in my tightest hole.
Soon I'm wailing unintelligibly, completely lost in his impulsive punishment. Orgasms so intense they're almost painful start tearing through my body and I stop being able to tell where one ends and the next begins. My whole body is pure sensation. I want to scream stop, but I don't want his torture to end.
I count another twenty strokes before I hear the flogger fall to the floor. The vibrations inside me stop, and the dildo is gently removed, followed by the butt plug. I'm still panting and writhing as he unties the ropes before picking me up and laying me down on the bed. The cool silk sheets feel so good against my hot skin.
'Was that dangerously Dominant enough for you, Amber?'
'Yes Sir.' I breathe in a whisper between sobs.
'Good. Have a rest while I run you a bath.' He turns and leaves.
My head is spinning as I hear the water running in the bathroom. After a few minutes he returns and picks me up gently. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my tear-stained face in his chest.
He lowers me carefully into the bath and the warm water feels so good around me. I stretch out and breathe deeply, letting my body relax. He kneels by the side of the tub and picks up a soft sponge, starting to tenderly wash me all over, working slowly and delicately across every inch of my body. He turns me over and repeats his careful motions on my back, taking extra care around my still sensitive bottom and between my legs. Neither of us speak, the only sound is the gentle sloshing of the water. I feel like I'm in a dream.
