“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly. “You like what I’m doing to you, yes?”
“You know I do.”
He was on her in a second, pulling her head back by her hair. “Don’t be a smartass, little girl. Just say Yes, Sir or No, Sir like a good kinky maso pervert. I bet you’re wet as fuck, aren’t you?”
I have been for the last hour, she wanted to say, but she wasn’t supposed to be a smartass. She understood why. That was a coping tactic, a way of lessening the tension, and he wanted her to feel every iota of tension, just like when he played his violin. She didn’t need to answer him anyway.
His other hand slid down her front and probed between her legs, roughly, asserting possession as he slid two thick fingers into her pussy. She went up on her toes, moaning. How well she knew those fingers, how many times she’d watched them dance across violin strings, but this…now…
“Oh God, Jonathan,” she whispered. “What are you doing to me?”
He pulled her hair harder, his cheek against hers, and nipped her ear lobe. His cock brushed her ass cheeks, a hot, hard tease of more power. His fingers twisted in her hair as he kissed her neck and the curve of her jaw. She wanted the vibrator again. She had nothing to buck against, nothing to assuage the growing pressure in her clit.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he said, pulling away from her. Haha, a joke. She was four-points bound, without a lot of slack to move around. She glanced over her shoulder, then kind of wished she hadn’t. He was holding a scary, thick, ridged sex toy.
“That won’t fit in my ass, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she said. “There’s no way.”
“It’s not going in your ass. Your ass is for me, later.” He reached around the front of her and parted her pussy lips, and started inserting the ridged toy, notch by widening notch. “Any other topping from the bottom that you want to get out of your system before we go any further?”
She lowered her head. “No, Sir.”
She squirmed as he worked the dildo home. The last, thickest ridge narrowed to a flange, so it stayed wedged inside her, even when she arched her hips. It was a lovely weapon of dominance, as she could feel every inch of it inside her, filling her up. It stretched her too, not to the point of pain, but to the point of discomfort. It almost—almost—distracted her from what he’d said to her so lackadaisically. Your ass is for me, later. Jonathan planned to fuck her ass. Oh God.
So fucking hot. Scary but hot.
“How are you doing?” he asked her, stepping back. “Feeling nice and full?”
“I wish you would fuck me.”
That was her horniness talking, the bondage and the stretching torture in her pussy, and the wish that he was pounding her with his dick.
“I’ll fuck you soon. Once I’ve got you worked up and crying, and wanting to be let go.”
She sucked in a breath. There was a flogger on the bed, as well as the whip and the strap he’d used earlier. He picked up the flogger and held it to her nose so she could smell the leather.
“I’ve dreamed of punishing you, Ruby, so many times. You naughty girl. You remember your safe word?”
She nodded as he stared at her lips.
“Use it if you have to, because I don’t want to be careful. I don’t think you want me to be careful and sweet.”
She shook her head, beyond words at his closeness, and the dark, scary implement held inches from her nose. He disappeared behind her, and she turned her head to follow him, but she couldn’t turn her body, couldn’t evade anything he chose to do to her.
He started on her still-sore ass, flicking the flogger’s tails against it, not hard yet, just warming up. He flogged up her back, then down to the backs of her thighs, and it was impact more than anything. Impact, and her helplessness to get away from it.
After that, though, his blows changed, became more focused. The edges of the tails stung now when he hit her, leaving behind pinpricks of pain. She started to move, to jerk away, even though she never knew where the next blow was landing. No matter how she moved, he didn’t let up. Soon her entire back side was warm and sting-y. Her nipples tightened, still stimulated by the disks, and her pussy clenched on the dildo within her, sending waves of arousal to fight with the pain.
“Now that you’re warmed up…” He threw the flogger on the bed and picked up the strap. She saw now that it was slightly different than the one before, heavier and more supple. How many of these did he have? Judging by his perversity thus far, probably too many. She could feel the difference in the straps as soon as he landed the first blow across her ass.