Gideon left me in my position on the floor. I heard a sound like he was taking something off the wall-which was probably what he was doing, seeing as many of the paddles, along with whips of different kinds, hung on the wall.
“You can look now,” he said, and I didn’t hesitate as my eyes zeroed in on the leather object in his hand. I knew he’d given the order to torment me even further, so I could look at the paddle he’d picked out. I’d read something about the wider the paddle was, the less it hurt. This one wasn’t one of the wider ones. It also had small holes in it, something that would help him hit harder.
I suppressed a whimper, almost regretting my choice. I wasn’t, though; I knew I could handle it. There was something about the kind of pain the guys offered me that I craved.
Chris had called me a pain slut, and I couldn’t say it didn’t fit me. Though, I definitely wasn’t into any type of pain that could give me permanent damage-that was a step too far for me.
“Get on the bench,” Gideon nodded at what I could only guess was a spanking bench. The whole thing was padded with black leather.
My heart stuttered in my chest as I moved towards the furniture. There were several pieces to the bench; Different parts were elevated at different heights. There was a smaller bench where I figured I would kneel on. The highest bench was long-ish, which I would bend over, making my ass raised and ready for the paddle. In the front were what I guessed was armrests.
I was flushed, and I was sure it wasn’t just my cheeks that were bright red as I bent over the furniture, knowing Gideon could see every part of me. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before, but this position made me feel more vulnerable to him.
Tensing, I sensed him move behind me, getting closer and closer. That damn paddle was stuck in my mind, teasing me and tormenting me with what was to come. I tensed further when I felt his hand stroke my bottom, not expecting his gentle touch.
“I want you to count for me. If you forget, we’ll start from the beginning. Is that clear?” Gideon instructed, pushing down my upper body, so my chest was pressed tightly against the cold leather.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered breathlessly. I could hear my heart thumping widely and rapidly, and every part of my body that touched the bench was already clammy with sweat.
Swish. The sound was the only warning I got before pain exploded on the right side of my ass. I cried out, probably busting both of our eardrums with the loud shrill of my cry.
Fuck. I should’ve picked the no orgasm option. I hadn’t been prepared for the heavy bite of the leather, but when it faded, leaving a slight burn in its wake, I moaned. Nope, I chose the right option. I could handle five paddlin-shit.
“You forgot to count,” Gideon stated smugly, taking great joy in the fact. I could practically see that wicked smile of his that was more of a half smirk than a smile-just a hint of something tugging at the corner of his lips.
The second hit was worse, just because I knew what was expected and had to wait for the pain that would surely come.
“One!” I yelled out as tears fell from my eyes. The burn afterward was worth it, but it didn’t lessen the initial pain.
“One, what?” he asked with that low, gritty voice of his.
“One, Daddy,” I amended.
Swish. The next paddling rattled my teeth as I whimpered. I knew my ass would be tender as fuck after this.
“Two, Daddy,” I counted; I would not forget it again. No way could I handle more than the next three.
Gideon gave me two hard ones in rapid succession, and I counted them both even as my eyes stung with the salty tears.
The last one made my whole body tremble with the force he put behind it. “Five, Daddy,” I said with a shaky voice.
“Good girl, now thank me for punishing you for being naughty.”
Oh damn, those words left me breathless in an entirely different way than earlier. I knew I had gotten wet from the paddling, but now I was practically drenched.
“Thank you, Daddy, for punishing me for being naughty.” I could hear the lust clearly in my voice, and from the growl behind me, Gideon could too.
In the next second, I found myself in his arms before he threw me on the bed. I shrieked as I bounced once on the mattress, startled by the unexpected action. My ass stung as it landed on the bed.
Meeting his eyes, I got trapped in the darkness residing inside them. I could see hunger-insatiable hunger-in them. He blinked, and it was gone, but I knew what I’d seen.
I tracked him with my eyes as he went to the nightstand and brought out the same pair of blindfolds that I’d used yesterday. At least, they looked like the same ones.
He placed it over my eyes, blocking my sight, so I saw only black. The blindfold was a hundred percent blinding; I couldn’t even see a slight crack of light where it rested against my cheekbones.
The sound of a zipper filled the air, and I trembled as I figured out what he was doing. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see what he looked completely naked, but he’d taken that from me. All I could do was feel, and feel I would. He’d promised me an orgasm after all, and I had followed his punishment to the fucking T.
The mattress dipped under his weight, and while I was excited, I was also nervous. I’d hoped his dick was smaller than Chris’s and Mat’s, but no, his was even bigger, at least in girth. The way he’d stretched me-painfully, I might add-was something I’d never experienced before with anyone else. I hadn’t thought I could handle it yesterday. My safeword had been readily on my lips, but… the seconds where he let me adjust, the pain had turned into a mix of hurt and pleasure that made me crazy with need.
“Hands on your sides. You do not move them, and you do not touch me,” he directed. I grabbed the silky blankets-what was it with these guys and silk? Not that I was complaining-with both hands on each side. I knew I would need something to hold on to because the temptation to touch him was astronomical.
Gideon grabbed my legs and forcefully spread them. He let one of his hands linger on my knee as the other traveled down between my legs. He pushed one finger inside my pussy, making sure I was ready for him before he withdrew the finger.
I shuddered as I felt the tip of him prodding my slick entrance. He didn’t push in right away like he’d done yesterday. Instead, he slid it back and forth, wetting his length with my juices. I shuddered as he slapped his cock on my throbbing clit, once… twice… thrice.
He positioned the tip back at my slit and slowly pushed inside.
My walls stretched around him, achingly so. I wanted him to hurry the hell up and slam inside, like ripping off a Band-Aid. Whimpering, I felt him push inside inch by torturous inch, until finally, he bottomed out.
He groaned as he kept still, but only for a second before he started moving. His thrusts started out slow, almost teasingly. Tears from the stretch wet the blindfold, but with each thrust, the pleasure grew until it took over the pain.
I couldn’t keep quiet as he sped up, giving me the hard fucking I craved. Each time he slammed inside, my tender ass rubbed against the silky blanket.
“So fucking tight,” Gideon whispered, almost too low for me to hear it. He grabbed me right under my knees and pressed my legs to my chest, opening me up further, as he continued fucking me.
“Mmm, oh God,” I moaned. My skin buzzed, and my insides tightened as I felt the orgasm approaching. Biting my bottom lip hard, I tried to distract myself from the pleasure-he hadn’t said I could come yet, and my bottom was too sore for any more punishment.
My hands were desperately clenching the blanket. I held on tight, stopping myself from reaching for him.
The bed creaked with his rough movements. Just as long as he kept fucking me, I couldn’t care less if it fell apart beneath us.
Gideon leaned down over me, pressing my legs even tighter against my chest. “You’re taking my cock like a good girl,” he whispered into my ear. He growled as my walls tightened around him in reaction to his words.
I loved being a good girl.
His ragged breathing sounded loud to my ears, as mine probably sounded to him. We were one at this moment, reveling in the dark pleasure of primal sex. This was no lovemaking or playing rough-this was primal and bestial and all instinctual.
We were two bodies fighting for that one moment of pure bliss.
A startled shout escaped my lips as he pulled out, flipped me over to my stomach, and forced me up on my knees. The next second he slammed back inside, making me cry out. In this position, he felt even bigger, and he was hitting that spot only these guys had found-but not any of my other one-night stands. It hurt as he slammed against my ass, but the pain only stoked the pleasure.
A hand curved around my hip and slipped down to my aching clit. Gideon massaged it with rough movements.
“Come for me,” he commanded. Now that I was allowed, I couldn’t stop it even if I tried. My back arched as the orgasm blasted through my body.
Gideon didn’t slow down as he fucked me into oblivion. His harsh thrusts and the fingers still rubbing my sensitive clit prolonged my pleasure to the point I tried to fight to get away from the overwhelming sensations. He didn’t let me.
His other hand clamped down on my hip in a bruising grip, keeping me in place. He slammed into me one last time and held himself there as he spilled his cum in my pussy.
Pulling out, he laid down next to me. The harsh sound of our breathing filled the otherwise silent room.