Thanks to all the readers who have e-mailed me. This chapter has been a while in the making, and I wasn't sure if I should even include it. You can either take it as an out-of-this-world fantasy of a middle-aged man, or as something that can happen within an intense D/s relationship, depending on your level of experience. I would be interested in hearing from women who have experienced what Rebecca does here. And, please vote— for this story and for the other ones you read on this site. It is little enough thanks for the efforts of countless writers who contribute to our reading pleasure.
Rebecca was startled from her sleep by...well she didn't know just what. She shook the sleep from her head and listened intently. Her eyes scanned the room lit only by the incoming moonlight until she focused on the form at the end of the bed. Then she slipped from the bed and knelt on the floor, taking up position #1 and making sure to present her breasts as required. She was still amazed at her reaction, obeying him without even thinking, yet her obedience grated as she felt her sense of independence slipping. She could feel her body responding to his presence, even as she cursed herself for that response. She could have feigned sleep, she thought, instead of the humiliation of kneeling before him.
"Hello Rebecca," the deep voice finally intoned.
"Hello, Sir," she replied, a quiver in her voice at his unexpected presence.
"I see you survived your day with Maria."
"Please don't ever let that happen again, Sir. You have no idea what she made me do," the words tumbled out of her without thought. "It was horrible. And how am I going to put that bitch back into her place?" she spat. "She'll never respect me now that..."
"REBECCA!!" his voice was sharp.
"But Sir...."
He glared at her for a moment. "Will you question my judgment?"
"I...I...Of course, not, Sir," her voice lost the edge it had moments ago and took on a more submissive tone.
He chuckled. "Stand and let me look at you." He turned on a pencil flashlight and aimed it at her breasts. They were mottled and bruised. He touched them gingerly and she flinched, the pain intense even with his tenderness.
"You will not disobey Maria again, I imagine?"
"I...she...no, Sir," she didn't know what else to say.
He guided her to the bed and turned on a small lamp next to the bed. Then he undid her special locks and took them out. She was starting to leak.
"You haven't been trying to masturbate, have you? You look very wet."
"No, Sir," she said a little flustered. Damn! Why couldn't she control herself anymore. And HE always seemed to know.
"You look a little sore for that."
"Yes, Sir."
"So you aren't horny anymore?"
"I...I...." Her voice softened. "I'm always horny, it seems," she said ruefully, knowing that he was already aware of her condition. "I haven't thought about sex much the last few years," her voice trailed off. "Now I think about it all day, and some of the night too, if my dreams are any indication. It's a blessing and a curse at the same time." She sat thoughtfully in silence for a minute, feeling strange that she should volunteer something so personal. "Sir...?"
"Yes, Rebecca."
"Please don't leave me," she couldn't believe the words actually spilled from her mouth. It was like hearing it from someone else.
"Why? I thought you wanted to get rid of me?"
She sat thoughtfully for a long minute. "I don't understand it myself, although I get the impression that you do." She glanced upward into his eyes." I can't accept the way you forced me into a form of slavery. I do know that I have cum harder than I ever thought possible since you entered my life. But even more than the orgasms is the raw eroticism that permeates all aspects of my relationship with you-indeed all parts of my life now. Even though you try and hide it, I have the feeling that you care for me. You are too in tune with needs deep inside me for it to be otherwise."
He pondered what she was finally admitting to him and, more importantly, to herself. "I will be here as long as I am needed." He smiled, "But now, I have an itch that needs scratching," and he pulled her on top of himself. As she straddled him, she noted that he was already semi-hard and he filled her nostrils with his scent. He obviously wasn't interested in foreplay and she held him straight up with her hand and sat on him. As before, he filled her opening, and she could swear she could feel every crevice in the head...every vein. She moved up and down slowly, taking him in inch by inch. When she felt him bottom out, she held him there for a minute and then giving him rhythmic squeezes with her PC muscles, felt him grow in response.
Kyle looked at her body in the soft light from the bedside lamp and smiled with satisfaction. His cock was ensheathed in liquid silk. It was time to carry things a bit further. "Make love to my cock," he ordered softly. With a devilish smile, Rebecca moved very slowly, up and down for a few strokes, then stopped and pivoted her pelvis forward and backward like a Latin dancer while keeping pressure on him for several more, and finally grinding her hips in a circular motion. It was meant to tease him, but the contact with her clit left her panting instead. She knew he had a lot of self-control and wanted more than anything to make him lose it. Her pussy was tender, but not sore anymore, and it made the contact delicious as she rubbed against his pubic hair. He looked into her determined eyes, then down to her breasts. She followed his glance. They swayed with the gentle motion as she moved back to riding up and down on him, and she was thankful the pain-killers she had taken during the day dulled the pain.
"Faster," he growled.
"Am I not making you hard, Sir," she smiled sweetly.
"If you wish, I can set the pace with your tits," an evil look crossed his eyes and his hands reached for them.
"No, Sir," she squalked, picking up the pace. "That won't be necessary. Just let me know how you like it." But she smiled to herself glad that she could get a reaction out of him.
The faster movement soon brought her up body to a boil and she bit her lip to keep from cumming. She threw her hair back and squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on holding back. Kyle appreciated the way it made her breasts jut out farther and ran the back of his hand lightly over her sore nipples.
"Ahhhhhhhh," was the expected response. "Please, Sir. Please, I beg of you." When he didn't say anything, she continued, "Have mercy, Sir. I'm sooooo close," her thighs were shaking. He relaxed and held back, making her work for it and wanting to see her fight the desire to cum.
"Harder. Fuck me harder." She obliged, slamming her pelvis into him. Tears of frustration leaked from the corners of her eyes as she tried with almost superhuman effort not to cum. She wanted him to be proud of her, and she didn't want the discipline she knew would come from a disobedient cum. When he was ready, he grabbed her hips and drove her down onto him with fury, his seed boiling from deep within and spurting to mix with her juices.
When he had finished, he held her down on him for a minute, then rolled her over, balancing on his elbows. She was still shaking and panting like a track star after a race, the effects of her arousal evident on her neck and chest. After pulling out, he told her to raise her hips and reached for a tampon he had in his pants pocket. He slipped it in her and withdrew the applicator sealing his cum inside. "You will keep that in until I decide otherwise," he ordered.
"Yes, Sir," catching her breath but still shaking.
"You haven't cum?" it was really a statement.
"No, Sir. You...I didn't have permission," there was fire in her eyes.
"You have done well. I enjoyed watching you squirm a little." She blushed, hating how he made her feel, yet attracted to it at the same time, like a moth to a flame. "You may bring yourself off if you're that horny."
"I...thank you, Sir." What did he mean if she wanted to? "Are you ordering me to cum for you, Sir?" she asked, her right hand moving above her pussy as if of its own accord.
"No, Rebecca. You may masturbate yourself to orgasm if you want to."
She considered her desperate need and the fact that the padlocks were off. She knew he had seen her cum many times before, but always because of an order from him. "No, Sir. I don't need to cum now, thank you." Her shaking hand came to rest at her side.
He smiled to himself, "As you wish, Rebecca."
He stretched out beside her and pulled her into the crook of his arm, noting her gasp as her breasts connected with him. She settled in as the night before with her leg thrown over his and her head on his chest. The thought crossed her mind that if she just rubbed herself on his leg....
"Why didn't you bring yourself off when you had the chance?" he asked into her hair, "or maybe I don't arouse you at this late hour?"
