Blue (Darkness Falls #3) (21 page)

“I didn’t know you were so carnivorous, Mistress.” He wanted to rub the marks, but he couldn’t.

“Only with you.” She bit him again, lower this time. “That’s what you get for being so muscular.” She sank her teeth into the
side of his ribcage and he cried out. “You’re built for being bitten.”

“Oh fuck.” He convulsed as she bit
the other side of his ribs and caressed his dick at the same time. The pain and pleasure were crippling in equal measure.

“I think it’s time I let you show me how grateful you are that I let you wear my marks.” Releasing the anchor, she lowered his arms slowly as he sank back onto his heels and unhooked him from the rope that had been holding him up.

Pins and needles crawled under his skin as the blood started to circulate and he rolled some of the ache out of his shoulders as he waited for instructions. He had a fair idea of what was coming next, but she wasn’t in a merciful mood and he didn’t want to go to the wrong place and earn another punishment. She led him to a low bench and made him lie back on it.

“There’s a good boy.” She ruffled his hair
again. It was definitely a fetish of hers. He’d seen her petting Thomas’ hair on more than one occasion. It was strange to experience it himself. “You know how to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”
He was definitely on board with this section of the proceedings. Going down on her was one of his top three favourite things to do, although it would have been more fun with the use of his hands.

Lifting her skirt, she straddled the bench and settled on his face
, propping herself up with her palms on his chest, and he was delighted to discover she hadn’t been wearing anything under her skirt. Naughty girl.

He’d learned her body well by now and knew she favoured long, sweeping strokes at first. The snowy white cotton of her skirt settled around them, blocking out the outside world so there was nothing but her in his universe. The taste of her, the smell of her, the warmth of her, they filled his senses until he was nothing but an instrument of her pleasure. Everything else faded away, even the burgeoning ache in his restrained cock, because this was home. This was where he belonged, worshipping at the altar of her womanhood.

His skilled tongue swept through the glistening folds of her pussy and she arched above him, grinding her clit into his chin. She was so turned on that she was already gloriously wet and it tasted fucking amazing. Her nails bit into his chest as he thrust his tongue into her, fucking her with long, deliberate driving strokes, and he loved it. He was doing this to her, sending her wild.

He’d never taken pleasure in doing this for Alexandra. With her it had always been a fight to breathe, a fight to know what pleased her and a fight to focus on her through the pain she was raining down on him. Red could have poured hot wax on his poor tortured dick right now and he wouldn’t have given a fuck. He was lost in her, in his own personal brand of subspace.

He ached to touch her, to hold onto her hips or her breasts, to sink his fingers into her skin while she came apart around him, and that was the agony of this moment. He only had his tongue to worship and it would have to be enough.

Sensing she was close, he flattened his tongue and rubbed it gently but rapidly over her clit until she imploded with climax, collapsing onto his chest as she shuddered uncontrollably. He dragged it out for as long as he could, but when she flexed to pull away, he leaned up to press one last kiss to her pearl. “Bye baby.” He whispered as it rose away and out of sight. If she heard him talking to her clit, she didn’t say anything, but he thought she looked amused as she walked on slightly unsteady legs towards the cabinet for more supplies.

He wondered what terrible thing she had in store for him next. They had to pick the kids up in a couple of hours and they’d have to clean up so it wasn’t going to be anything convoluted.

“You know, I was going to fuck you with
Big Black but it kind of lacks the personal touch.” She stood in front of the cabinet surveying her options. “This is too important to waste it on prosthetics. Baby, I’m going to have to fist you.”

“Wait, what?” He jerked upright.

“My fist, your ass. It’s about as intimate as it gets.” Turning around, she headed back towards him with a bottle of lube in her hand.

“No fucking way. Don’t you even fucking think about
it.” He was on his feet before he even realised he was moving.

“Did you just give me an order?” Her whole body language had changed and he realised his mistake too late.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” He sank to his knees, cursing inwardly because he knew he’d crossed a line. He was about to be experience a world of pain, worse than anything she’d inflicted so far, and he deserved it. He hadn’t come in here to top from the bottom.

“Fetch me the cane.”
She snapped; the light teasing tone was gone and in its place was an icy, polished façade. He made to rise and flinched as she cracked the bottle down on a nearby bench. “On your knees.”

“Yes
, Mistress.” Shuffling across the floor, awkward with his hands still bound together, he reached up to the cabinet.

“Did I say you could use your hands?”

“No, Mistress.” Grimacing, he levered his body upwards and snagged the cane with his mouth, carrying it back to her like a dog playing fetch with his tail between his legs.

Taking it from him, she cut it through the air a few times to remind herself of the weight and heft, and then pointed at a padded bench. He didn’t need to be told twice. It was all about damage limitation now. The better he behaved, the more he hoped she would be lenient. He didn’t think he could take much more.

He leaned over the edge of the bench and tried not to tense up, knowing it would hurt more. “Do you understand what you did wrong?” She asked, still frostily calm.

“Yes
, Mistress.”

“Then ask me to punish you.”

He swallowed. “Please punish me for my transgression, Mistress.”

The whistle of the cane was all the warning he had and he
couldn’t stop himself bracing for it. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck!” He tried to breathe through the pain as another one landed and then another. She neatly striped him from ass to a few inches above the knee and then worked her way back up for good measure. “Please…” His hands were splayed against the soft leather, as though holding on was going to make it hurt any less.

“Please what?”
Whistle…crack.

“Please, Mistress, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I forgot my place.” He flinched again as the cane found a new area of skin to torture and then it cracked down again, just centimetres from his fingers.

“Am I going to have any more problems with you?” She brushed the hair from his eyes so she could see into them.

“No
, Mistress.” His throat was aching from repressing screams and his skin was so welted it felt raw.

“Good.” She kissed his shoulder-blade and moved around behind him. “Do you trust me, Blue?”

“More than I ever could have believed possible, Mistress.”

“And you accept that I’m doing this for your own good? That I’m helping you reclaim your ass from the bitch that took it against your will?”

Put that way, he couldn’t disagree. “Yes, Mistress. I’m just…I’m afraid.” The admission was bitter and stung his pride like a bitch. “I’ve never had that done to me.”

“You can take it.” She was supremely confident
and he wondered how often she’d done it. In any case, he didn’t dare to argue with her. He’d come in here to take his body back and to prove to himself that he could trust her. Hearing the click as she flipped the lid of the lube bottle, he tried to remind himself how tiny her hands were. She was so petite that, fisted, her hands were probably smaller than the width of Big Black, but still…it was little comfort. He was about to have a fist up his ass and he was not happy about it. He wondered if it was payback for threatening to force her to swallow when it was her turn, but dismissed it out of hand. She wasn’t that vindictive. If she was doing it, it was because she thought he needed it. She’d never been a cruel mistress and he had to put his faith in that.

The first finger slipped in easily and he tried to relax into the almost pleasant sensation. She idly stroked the small of his back in between applications of lube and if she’d stopped there he’d have been almost unbearably turned on by the feeling. The second finger also slid in easily and he shifted slightly on the bench, trying to take some of the pressure from his swelling cock.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.” He even managed to take the third finger with only a small burning sensation as she worked them in, scissoring them slightly to widen him up. It was a beautiful violation, he could feel that now. Each gentle slip and slide wiped away the memories of Alexandra making him bleed while he thrashed and cried beneath her. Red’s gentle hands were a soothing balm to his soul.

The fourth one hurt but she was patient as she worked him open for several long minutes, not giving more than he could take until he could relax into it.

“You ready, baby?” He could feel the smile in her voice and it filled him with so much crazy pride that he didn’t think twice.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.” God, as she started working her fist in, it was like nothing he’d ever experienced before and in a surreal moment of detachment he found himself running over one of the lyrics Gabriel had written about the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain. The further she went in, the thinner that line stretched until he didn’t know what he was feeling. It was indescribable and intense and it felt like she was breaking him in two. “Talk to me.” She didn’t even sound breathless.

“I don’t know if I can.” He admitted. “It’s too much.”

“I kinda wish you were on your back.” She admitted. “I’d love to watch your face while I do this.”

“I can turn?” He offered, knowing the connection would be better for him too
. If he could see her face, see that she was pleased, it would make it easier to bear, but she said no.

“I don’t want to have to risk starting over.” She patted his ravaged ass cheek. “I know it doesn’t work like that but I’m not taking any chances with you.”

“Thank you.” He flinched when the stretch tipped over the edge into discomfort.

“Bear down on it.” She told him. “I’m nearly in.”

“Fuuuuck.” He breathed through it, taking her advice, and he felt the moment she slipped in to the wrist.

“Oh my god!” She chuckled. “You’ve taken it beautifully, Blue. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You think you could take it a little deeper?”

“I…I don’t…” He closed his eyes. “If it’s your will, Mistress.”

“Yes it is.” She worked it in a little more. “Good answer by the way. You’re really getting the hang of this.
I’m kind of disappointed I only got to punish you once.”

“I’m not.” He replied with fervour and she burst out laughing, slapping his ass.

“Do you want to rephrase that?”

“Fuck! I meant I’m not, Mistress.” He covered his face. “What was that you were saying about me getting the hang of this, Mistress?”

“You’ll get there.” She went quiet and he didn’t know what she was doing until she bit his ass cheek really hard and he was torn between pulling away and not daring to move an inch.

“Please.” He whispered again, the knee jerk reaction of clenching making his situation increasingly uncomfortable.

“Please what?”

“Please…Mistress…I don’t think I can take any more.” It felt like she had filled him so deeply that if she stretched out her hand, her fingertips would brush his racing heart.

“I know. You’re halfway to my elbow as it is. I just want to stay here for a bit. It feels…I don’t know. There aren’t words. It’s like your heartbeat is pressing in around my hand and I know it’s just the arteries in your abdomen but it’s still amazing.” Her free hand trailed up the length of his spine, making him shiver. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this physically connected to anyone.”

“It’s probably close to what making love to you feels like.” He smiled, knowing the ordeal would be over soon. “It’s the same warmth and pressure and it’s like your body has this natural contraction thing going on, Mistress.”

“Well now I know why you’re so freaking obsessed with it.” Sounding amused, she straightened up. “Okay, just relax. I’m going to come out.”

Thankfully withdrawing took only a fraction of the time going in
had, but she still went slowly, letting his body adjust to the changing widths. When she was all the way out, he collapsed flat against the table, so fucking grateful it was all over. Lube was running down the back of his leg and he couldn’t even find it in himself to care.

“Stay there.” She patted his rear affectionately. “I’m just going to wash my hands.” She wandered off into the small bathroom that adjoined the playroom and he heard the tap start up. This had to be over soon, surely? He wondered what time it was and how long they had been in the room. It felt like a lifetime. As his body adjusted to easing his various aches and pains, he thought over the experience. He’d thought it would be more emotional than it had been. He’d expected the reclamation of his body to be
similar to how Noelle’s had been, but they’d both struggled to keep from crying all the way through her session. This was something completely different.