Breathless Series - (10 page)

Alyssa gasped, her cheek resting against the cool leather of the chair as she felt her unclothed bottom become exposed to the open air now that her dress hung in folds around her waist. Her arms twitched with slight discomfort as they stayed bound behind her, her fists clenching tight as she strove to remain calm. She inhaled with pleasure as she felt his hands, large and smooth and
manly, start to run over her buttocks. He palmed the soft, firm orbs, caressing with delicious enjoyment. He rumbled deep in his throat, the sound one of approval and desire.

He spread the cheeks wide apart, making her squirm as cool air from the room washed over her now displayed pussy lips and ass crack. There was an embarrassment from being so crudely exposed to his touch and gaze, but she could do nothing to protest, not when it felt so good when he started to run a single finger from one end of her slit down to the other.

She was so wet she could feel the slickness beneath his finger as he stroked up and down. Her folds plumped and twitched beneath his touch, and she heard his sharply indrawn breath as her greedy little pussy sucked on his finger tip, drawing him in. He hooked and dug in that long index finger and then wriggled, making her gasp. His middle finger reached underneath and sought out her clit from its hood, and when he stroked that sensitized button, she moaned. Oh lord that felt good, thought Alyssa. His teasing touch made her body relax as the coil of desire grew longer as it twisted round in her womb.

“You want me so bad, don’t you, sweet pet?” Lucas murmured with a rough affection in his tone.

“Yes, Sir. Please.” She wanted nothing more than to feel his manly thickness split her pussy lips apart as he rammed her deep the way she liked; hard and fast and rugged. Her shoulders ached from the exertion of having her arms kept bound behind her, and her breasts tingled where they were crushed against the leather seat. But Alyssa decided to focus only on what his fingers were doing, and how good it felt to have him probe her inner walls while he manipulated her helpless little clit into a hard, throbbing pleasure magnet.

“I want you too,” he responded, fucking her pussy slowly with that finger
; in and out, in and out. Building up her tense arousal till she began to shake from the waist down. His free hand still caressed her ass cheeks, groping them and smoothing over the soft, bouncy flesh. “I want many things, little slave. I want you in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine. To claim you in ways you’ve never let anyone else do. I want, my pet. I
want
.”

His fingers withdrew from her sex and she whined, her pussy lips clenching desperately. He suddenly leaned his body over hers, his weight a welcome crush as he suddenly pushed his soaked fingers into her mouth. She was surprised into sucking, and tasted her musky sweetness on his prodding digits. She moaned around them, her eyes rolling backwards.

His other hand was buried in her hair, tugging her face to the side as he whispered in her ear, “I want your mouth, your pussy…your ass. I will train you to take me in every orifice till you’ll be molded to my perfect shape and size and no one else’s. You will give yourself completely and it would be like second nature to you to fulfill my every demand. And no matter what I choose to do to you, little slave, you will not complain, or deny me. I will take you to the edge of reason, till you can’t tell where your agony ends and ecstasy begins. One last time: is this what you want? Just say the word and it’s finished; I’ll untie you and you can walk away. And there’ll be no third chances, pet. No more change of heart. Yes…or no?”

Alyssa didn’t want to change her mind; certainly didn’t want to walk away. Not at this point
; not when her cunt was on fire for this man, ready to go through hell and back to please him, to finally have him inside her, staking his claim in every way. She was willing and ready to let him take anything he wanted; do things to her she’d never let any man try. Not because she hadn’t secretly wanted it. But only because no one had inspired the trust and awe that Lucas did. It went past his money, fame or good looks. He was a true alpha male and he exuded the magnetism required to bring out the most feminine urges in even the toughest of females. He was like her perfect romantic hero with just that right streak of danger to make her heart trip like a trapped prey’s.

His fingers pulled out of her mouth and he leaned in closer to hear her whisper, “Yes, Sir. I want this, so much. More than anything.”

“Good. I wouldn’t have you any other way but
absolutely
,” were his last husky words before he straightened off her and tugged her hips back, bringing her ass into more prominence. When he stroked the fleshy orbs, she bit on her lip to conceal a moan. But then there came a loud, harsh smack as his palm connected to her buttocks and the shock of the blow made her cry out.

It was more surprising than painful. But then as he delivered slap after slap to both throbbing cheeks, she was soon to discover that this spanking was just a warm up for what was to come after. He primed her buttocks with six sharp smacks, three on each cheek. The impacts sent blood rushing to the surface of her pores. Oooh, yes, she thought with sweet agony as the heat spread all over her rear. His hands were strong and sure, giving that much sting to make her secret folds
begin to squelch with perilous arousal.

“So red and juicy,” he murmured, his fingers now tenderly caressing the aching flesh as Alyssa panted and whimpered deep in her throat. She turned her face to the side where he was and watched as he began to take off his jacket and tie with measured movements, tossing them to the other end of the long, massive couch. He undid his cuffs and pushed his sleeves up over his elbows, revealing his corded forearms lightly dusted with dark hairs. Alyssa saw his hand rest on his belt buckle, but she didn’t begin to feel any consternation until he pulled the thin, solid leather from the hoops and then folded it in two in one fist.

Oh shit.

She went quite still, stunned by what he was about to do to her. But why was she so surprised? After what she’d seen tonight in the other rooms, she knew she should be mentally prepared for something like this.
To feel real pain; real punishment. The indignity of being spanked by him would be nothing to the torture of being whipped by Lucas.

“Breathe, little pet; you need to breathe.” His voice was just as cool yet there was a low throb of tenderness beneath the layers. His hand was gentle as it rested on her bottom, circling the soft, tingling flesh with his large palm. “Long, deep
breaths. Relax.”

Alyssa obeyed, inhaling deep and long, closing her eyes and thinking of how good this could feel if she just did everything he asked. Lucas wouldn’t hurt her; he’d keep things within her threshold of pain. And she could always use the safe word, she reminded herself. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that if she said the needed word,
he’ll stop, no hesitation.

“Five lashes, Alyssa. But if you scream, then I’ll assume you’d like the punishment doubled,” he told her plainly.

Alyssa had to gulp several times before she could manage a, “I understand, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, and stopped caressing her already twitching bottom. His foot pushed her legs farther apart than ever before, and Alyssa winced as she became aware that her cunt was exposed to the assault. And yet, she felt no real fear; only the tremor that she might find it hard to keep from screaming as he’d instructed.

Alyssa saw his arm pull back in the air, and she closed her eyes tight. She felt the loud, sharp crack of the belt connecting her flesh even before she actually felt the mighty bite of leather. Alyssa barely held back a shrill cry, feeling like she’d had an electric eel laid across her ass. She cursed inwardly as black shafts blinded her vision. Her whole body shook but even as the echo of the pain ebbed, something edged in soon after, and it made her sigh, her tenseness spilling out drop by drop from her nerve cells. When Lucas used the belt again, he gave her no time to recover but delivered the lashes in quick succession – two three four five
FUCK
!

Her lips parted in a soundless squeal as a vibrating kind of pain took over her body from her buttocks to every extremity, setting her ablaze. Her whole body shook as she heard him toss aside the belt and then wrap an arm around her waist, drawing her up to meet his lips. His arm around her body held her
up as her legs were too shaky to carry her; every inch of her felt equal pinpoints of pain and pleasure as her body made the transition effortlessly. Lucas was kissing her, making everything all right; making her wetness spread from her pussy to cover her inner thighs. Alyssa moaned into his lips, her brain still processing the fact that she’d just endured the most intense pain ever but it had happened so fast she was still reeling. His arms around her loosed the knots of the tattered panties, and now her wrists were free. Her arms fell to her side and she felt him gather her up against him, moving them to the next room without breaking the kiss. This sweet attention did more than calm her; it readied Alyssa mentally as she came to terms with the fact that pain wasn’t a bad thing; it was a real sensation, meant to be felt in degrees and mouthfuls. She’d had a nibble or two, and now she wanted more. She wanted Lucas to give her all.

He slowly peeled off her dress, letting it slide to the floor and then reaching around her body to unclasp her bra. Alyssa felt a tremor escape
her as she stood naked before him. His beautiful eyes skimmed over her body, his fingertips grazing over every inch from her neck to her upthrust breasts, and then rested flat upon her belly. Then he spun her around quickly to face the bed.

Alyssa gasped inaudibly, just as his hand gathered a fistful of her hair before he pushed her to lie face down on the bed. Alyssa noticed him reach for the length of rope lying just on top of the table beside the bed along with other toys and implements still in their wrappers and boxes. Alyssa could feel him grab her wrist and ankle on one side, and begin to tie the ropes in skilled knots around her calf and then to her wrists so they were both hitched to each other. He did the same to her leg and wrist on the other side and her legs were folded back and tied to her wrists while she lay immobilized on her belly, her thighs parted in a wide V. Alyssa recalled seeing a girl trussed up in a similar manner but with a spreader bar between her legs and arms and Alyssa hadn’t forgotten how turned on she’d felt to see a girl hog-tied in such a position, her sexual parts open so easily for use.

Lucas had worked so quickly and precise to tie her in position that she was left breathless in surprise when he was done. Her muscles ached from being in this unusual position with her spine strained from the way her arms were stretched behind her and tied to her upturned legs. And yet, there was the thrill of being in such a helpless position, to be so exhibited for her lover’s enjoyment and use. She wriggled and found that the movement got the sensitive spots on her breasts and pussy mound rubbing against the mattress. She whimpered.

Her buttocks were still throbbing from all that spanking and whipping. Each cheek felt double in size and she tried not to whimper too loud when she felt his hands rest on the tingling mounds again.

“It’s okay,” he crooned, running his palm lightly over her ass cheeks. Alyssa relaxed as she realized there’d be no stinging smacks or taps. Lucas went on caressing her buttocks, before he finally cupped his hand beneath her pussy, stroking her clit and folds with his fingers. She squirmed, and moaned out loud enough to echo off the walls.

“Quiet!” he snapped, suddenly landing a quick slap on the sensitive part of her upper thigh. Alyssa swallowed a yelp, which transformed into a moan as Lucas focused on pleasuring her cunt, stroking the slick surface and running expert fingers all over her sex. She couldn’t help the way her body jerked and writhed from his touch. She’d missed it so much
; this knowing invasion of all her hidden jewels. He raked in deep with two probing middle fingers of one hand. She felt it so powerfully that her hips and body wriggled even more with arousal and pleasure.

Her head rolled back as he suddenly grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked hard enough to make her gasp in pain. “Stay still,” he rapped out, and her body stiffened with difficulty. It still felt too good. And she was so wet for him
; her pussy squishing lewdly as he fucked her walls with a slow, driving force.

In he went
; deeper, and deeper. His fingers were long and just thick enough to give that sweet, agonizing sensation of solidity. His hand moved more vigorously, and Alyssa’s mouth went slack as she struggled with her inner desire to orgasm. Her whimpers were low yet heart-felt. She wanted to faint from the bliss from his unerring touch. So giving, so knowing. So wicked.

“
My girl
,” Lucas rasped, shoving so deep inside her she felt the heel of his palm against her lower entrance. He had a hand still fisting her hair, and he kept her arched back he finger-fucked her. With her head thrown so far back, all he had to do was lean over and their lips could touch. She stared up at him with helpless lust, the tip of her tongue all but hanging from her panting lips. His face became hazy as her eyes started to feel blinded by her approaching release.

Ooooh,
she wanted to whine out loud, her gaze pleading as they held his.

“You will not come,” he said, his fingers slipping out and making Alyssa want to howl. Only for her whole body to go rigid as suddenly, she felt those same fingers now circle her ass crack.