Faith hadn’t thought it would be possible to relax. After what she’d heard with the other women, and after the first night the way he’d lost control and taken her in such a cold, heartless way… this was different.
He was right about relaxation and pain, and yet, she’d been determined to stay tense, as if it could magically protect her from him. Or maybe she didn’t want him to see the signs of her trusting him again, not after how he’d misused that trust the first time and she’d sworn to herself she wouldn’t give it again. To relax under his touch when he promised pain was shameful.
The blanket caught her off guard, and then the music changed to something more soothing, and… his hands and the massage. She fell into the illusion he’d created. His voice wrapped around her as the blanket had and the music moving through her like the energy that sustained her. His hot breath was on her ear when he leaned in and spoke again.
“Remember you are water.”
His voice was hypnotic velvet. It had the same power as when it was darker and more demonic. She thought back to Catholic school where the nuns had told her the devil came disguised as an angel of light. It was enough to make anybody paranoid because you didn’t just have to worry about the things that were overtly evil and scary, but about the things that appeared innocent and warm and loving.
Like Leo right now. She’d already seen the beast underneath this mask, and yet the spell he cast with his words and touch made her forget.
His hand came down across her bottom, jolting her from the drifting thoughts back into a more visceral moment. The smack stung, but it wasn’t as painful as the first night he’d spanked her when she’d been more tense, when her only thoughts involved how long she might live.
Fear for her life had disappeared, and after Leo’s sacrifice, fears he didn’t care or didn’t understand the damage he could cause or that maybe he did understand and wanted to cause it-those fears had left as well. Now it was fear of the unknown and how much pain she might have to endure to be with this man who she shouldn’t love or want to please.
After each strike, he caressed her flesh, soothing her so that her muscles stayed loose and receptive to more pain. Faith jerked against the ropes when a smooth, thin piece of lubricated glass slid inside her pussy.
Despite her tension, the penetration wasn’t painful. She’d been tightly clenched-another piece of unconscious self protection. But he’d been prepared for that defense and had chosen something smaller to press inside her.
“That’s it, move with it. I like that. Exactly how my good little whores act.”
Heat crept up her neck and into her face. She hadn’t realized she’d raised and lowered her hips, her body begging for the toy as he moved it inside her in an achingly slow rhythm. The brief pain of the spanking was forgotten as she moved, grateful that he’d switched to something that could feel good and wouldn’t overload her so soon. But he was far from done.
She whimpered in protest when he extracted the toy and resumed the spanking. Her skin heated with each strike, the pain blending with the other sensations: the caresses, the light throbbing that moved from deep inside her skin. At the peak of discomfort-almost enough to beg-he backed off again.
Leo pushed the dildo into her, cold from fresh lubricant. She gripped the edges of the table as he fucked her harder with it this time. The force and momentum were enough that she could come if he’d keep doing it just like this at just this angle. He stopped too soon.
“Please, Master,” she found herself saying. She struggled in the ropes, knowing it was pointless, and a few tears slid down her cheeks. I’m not ready for more pain.
“Shhhhh.” He stroked her back, and a moment later, another lubricated phallus was inside her. This one larger than the first. Her walls expanded to accept it, and she moved, rocking against the cold toy as he slowly fucked her with it.
But slow wasn’t enough now. Faith struggled and pulled against her bonds, not caring as the rough rope dug into her wrists, tearing at her skin. She needed to push back harder, to force the dildo to be seated more deeply inside her, to fill her.
He pulled it away and she let out a frustrated cry.
“Eager is okay, demanding is not. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
He waited until her pelvis had lowered onto the table, until she was calmly spread out, relaxed and docile, before he slid the toy back inside her again at that sadistically idle pace. Her pussy throbbed against the glass. It would take very little to make her come. If she was patient and calm, then maybe…
“It’s time for a choice,” he said, breaking her concentration. “I can stop everything for the night and we can go upstairs to bed, or I can move on to the paddle and the flogger and let you have your orgasm when I’m finished.”
Normally, Faith’s choice would have been easy. Stop the pain and scariness, and let’s go to bed. But he knew her body like a poem he’d memorized. He knew how to play nerve endings in both good and bad ways. It wasn’t a secret how close she was, or how desperate, given the rope burns she would likely wear around her wrists for the next several days.
“Master, please…”
“Choose or I’ll choose for you. Maybe this is all too much too soon. We should go to sleep. Or maybe you should sleep down here alone tonight. It’ll give you some space away from me to think and feel safer.” The honey in his voice was a trap, but it held such possibilities that she couldn’t resist entertaining the new option.
Yes. She could stay here for the night alone and masturbate and take care of this ache he’d caused with the toys he kept fucking her with. She’d have her orgasm and be spared further escalation.
“O-okay,” she said. “W-we should stop.”
“Of course, you’ll wear a chastity belt so you can’t touch that sweet cunt. That’s mine. You don’t get to touch it without my permission ever again.” He chuckled at the shock that must have been on her face. “Did you think your body was still yours to control? It’s mine.” The last word he whispered in her ear, his voice animalistic and guttural. “Does that change your answer?”
During all of this he hadn’t let up on his assault of her body. He removed the toy and she almost lost her mind, but then his tongue was on her. She squirmed against his mouth. A few more strokes and she could come.
He backed away seconds before her release. “Well? Alone with your chastity belt, or pain and an orgasm?”
“Please… I need…” If she could manage the self control, she could be spared one more night.
“I know what you need. Answer me. Say the words. I want to hear them fall sweetly from your lips. And say please again. I enjoy how polite you are.”
“P-please, Master, I need to come.”
“So you want to move up to the paddle and the flogger then? A bit more pain?” As he spoke, he pressed two fingers inside her.
“Y-yes, Master, please.”
“I told you I could make you wet when we did this.”