He nudges me with his cock, pressing against me.
“Relax, baby,” he says. “This is easiest if you relax.”
It’s not my first time having anal sex, but it’s the first time in awhile, and I close my eyes and breathe deeply.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, kitten, and you’re such a naughty girl.”
“I know I am, and naughty girls get punished.”
“That’s right,” he agrees. “Naughty girls get their assholes punished.”
“Fill me with your big cock, Master Thorn,” I say, and he slowly slides into me. My body stretches to accommodate him, and the feeling is slightly uncomfortable at first, but not painful. Slowly, he moves in me, and my body begins to warm up once more.
“Are you ready to come for me again, kitten?” He says.
“I don’t know if I can,” I admit. I’ve always been a one-orgasm kind of girl. Multiples are something I’ve always wanted, but not something I’ve ever thought I could have. Then again, I also didn’t think I’d feel comfortable in the middle of a sex club or considering going back. I didn’t think I’d be finding myself on the verge of a D/s relationship.
“You can,” he says. “I believe in you, baby. You can do this. Fuck, you have no idea how pretty you look with my cock sliding in and out of you. Gorgeous. You look so damn gorgeous, baby, and I’m going to come inside of you.”
“Please,” all I do is beg now.
“Come for me first. Come for your Dom. Show me how much you love this.”
Master Thorn keeps murmuring how pretty he thinks I am, how gorgeous I am, how beautiful I am. He keeps telling me how fantastic I look completely tied up and at his disposal, and I love it.
I love the things he’s saying to me.
I love the way I feel.
I’m tied up, bent over his couch, and I’ve never felt more satisfied. Right now, it doesn’t matter that my job is difficult or that my landlord isn’t great. It doesn’t matter that it’s hard to keep my house clean, spend time with Owl, and find the freedom to have a social life.
Right now, the only thing I have to worry about is coming because that’s what my Dom wants me to do.
The only thing I’m focusing on is listening to him, on following his commands.
“Come.”
This time, he does run his fingers over my clit, and he brings me over the edge. My body explodes in pleasure I’ve only imagined before as the second orgasm of the night takes over. At the same time, I feel him coming, and he grips my hips as he thrusts into me one last time.
And I am filled.
I am complete.
I am beautiful.
In this moment, I feel a deep sense of happiness wash over me. I feel so good. I feel drunk on love as he kisses my shoulder and whispers, “Let’s get you untied, beautiful.” Gently, he unties my arms and rubs them with his hands until he’s certain I don’t have any bruising. Then we sit together on the couch and he just holds me.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good,” I whisper. “That was incredible. It really wasn’t that scary.”
“There will be times when you’ll be scared. There will be times when we try new things and you feel worried or concerned, but you’ll tell me, and we’ll talk about it. Hell, there will be times I’m scared, too, sweetie.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You don’t really think I have this whole Dom thing completely figured out, do you? I’m good, but I’m not perfect. Learning to be in a relationship is never easy. We’ll focus a lot more on communication and vulnerability than most couples will, but we’ll both make mistakes. That doesn’t mean we aren’t going to try.”
“You still want to?” I ask hopefully.