Emily's Passion (11 page)

I was breathless as I barely got my voice to respond, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Beautiful manners, my pet. You make me happy,” he purred.

“Thank you, Sir,” I answered.

My lower abdomen was aching deep inside. I could feel the wetness between my thighs become thicker wanting so badly to put my legs together for relief. I caught myself before I actually made a move but not before Alan caught it.

“Stand still, Emily. Keep your feet where they are,” he commanded.

“Sorry Sir. Yes, Sir!” I apologized.

He continued stroking my skin slowly stroking his fingers down between my thighs. He fondled my ass giving a pinch here and there causing me to jump a little. Moving around to the front, he brushed his fingers over my hip around to my mons.

I sucked in my breath as he fondled the top of my heat. ‘His touch makes me hot,’ I thought as I closed my eyes to savor his fingers.

“You like this I see,” he teased. “Well, I’ll just have to keep exploring to find all of your sensitive spots.” He moved lower to my folds taking his fingers and dipping them inside my sex. “So wet and slick and so hot. You are ready for my cock but not yet. I have much more to show you.”

A whimper slipped past my lips at the same time I gasped letting out my breath.

Alan gently threaded his other hand in my hair pulling my head back possessing my mouth in a deep, hard kiss
which snatched all my senses away except his touch.

“Such a good girl, ready and waiting for my cock,” he teased as he slid his fingers in and out. “I love the feel of your pussy. Hot, wet, smooth, and needing me to fuck it.”

My knees felt weak and almost went out from under me as I whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”

Alan pressed against my body continuing to mercilessly finger my pussy. My arousal was strong and heady in the air engulfing us both. “Emily, the smell of your pussy is driving me crazy. My cock is pressing against my zipper. I’m not sure I can make it to the end of the scene as I originally planned.”  He released my hair and moved a couple of steps back, leaving me feeling cold without his body near me.

He saw my face frown and immediately asked what was wrong.

I answered, “Nothing, Sir. I am fine, Sir. Thank you for asking, Sir.”

“While I admire your politeness, little girl, I’ll not tolerate your lying to me. That will earn you a punishment. One I’ll greatly enjoy giving!” he promised.

My heart sank at the fact I had displeased Alan.
‘Why did I care so much that I had disappointed him?’ I asked myself. I didn’t understand why I felt this way but I knew it made me sad to upset him.

“I am sorry, Sir,” I apologized.

Calmly he asked, “Now, again. What made you frown?”

I didn’t want to but I knew I had to be honest with my response. “When you stepped away from me, I felt cold and alone. I didn’t like it,” I answered.

“That brings me great satisfaction. It means you’re relying on me to furnish your warmth, sense of belonging to your Dom and hence your trust. I am proud of my little girl,” he praised.

“Thank you, Sir,” I chirped.

Alan stalked over to the St. Andrews cross and stood by it. “Come over here and stand, Emily,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered walking over to him.

Chapter Thirteen

Apprehension consumed me as I stared at the cross in front of me. I wanted his arms around me and his cock inside me, not this scary looking contraption.

“This is called a St. Andrews Cross,” explained Alan. “It is used to restrain the participant for sexual play or for whipping. Face the cross, little girl, and walk up leaning against it,” he instructed.

I was really nervous as I approached the cross. Sweat was running down my neck to my back and chest. Alan came up behind me pressing his cock against my ass and rubbing me with it. He lifted my hair twisting it around his fist pulling my head back and taking another long, deep kiss.

“Again Emily, tell me what your safe word is,” he demanded.

“Harley, Sir,” I answered.

“Good girl, use it if you think you need it and everything will stop,” he told me.

I felt as if I would faint from the overload of sensations building in me. I wanted him to run his fingers over my pussy again as I pressed back against his rigid cock.

He rubbed his hands up and down the front of my thighs pulling me closer into him. “God, Emily, your moaning is music to me. I can almost cum right now.” Suddenly, he stopped and removed himself and I began to whine at his absence.

“Not yet, little girl. I want to test how you like being lightly flogged. I need you to reach up with your right arm and put it on the right cross piece,” he ordered lowering the wrist cuff to the lowest level for me.

I stretched my arm onto the right beam of the cross and Alan secured my wrist inside the cuff. Placing his finger between my skin and the cuff, he made sure I had enough room while keeping my circulation intact. Then he moved over and did the exact same thing with my left arm. “Are you comfortable, Emily?” he asked.

“Truthfully, Sir? No!” I replied feeling stretched beyond my wildest imaginings.

Alan laughed out loud and ran his fingers over my heat again. I pressed against them wanting him to explore further but he drew them away.

“Well then, is it comfortable enough that you can withstand this for your Dom?” he teased as he stroked my ass.

“Oh yes, Sir. There’s no real pain. I think I can do this for you,” I responded.

“That’s my girl, Emily,” he praised. Bending down between my legs, he gently tugged my right leg over to the right bottom cuff and secured my ankle checking for tightness of fit. “Now, I want you to trust me and don’t fight. I am going to move your left leg over to the left side of the cross as far as you can stand. This is going to stretch you quite a bit but you will be fine if you don’t fight it,” he encouraged.

“Yes, Sir,” I agreed. “Thank you for the warning, Sir.”

Alan gently dragged my left leg over as far as I could stretch. He let out a small length of the chain to accommodate the width of my stretch and then secured the cuff, once again checking for too tight of fit. Safety was always a must for Alan no matter what!

Checking all the fittings again for security and strength, he then ran his fingers through the lips of my pussy several times firing my desire. He stepped to the side so I could see his face as he showed me his fingers.

“I think you enjoy being restrained, little girl. I think you enjoy being at my mercy as I tease and touch your beautiful pussy,” he tantalized. Then he licked the wetness off of his fingers one by one in front of me moaning with each lick he pilfered.

I was almost panting, wondering how much more I could take. Watching him stroll to his bag and pull out a flogger, I became nervous pulling against my restraints only they weren’t budging. I had been lightly spanked during sex before but never flogged.

Alan could see I was starting to stress a little so he brought the flogger to show me and let me feel it on my skin.

“Emily, this is one of my own personal floggers. It has the softest touch of any floggers I have ever found. It is my favorite to use on new subs. I am going to rub the leather against the skin of your tummy so you can feel just how soft it really is,” he explained.

It felt like velvet to me as he passed it across my tender skin. It was well worn suede leather and extremely soft to the touch. Once I realized how soft it was, I relaxed my body against the cross again letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Alan massaged each cheek of my ass grasping and squeezing as he started to tell me what he was going to do. “I am going to start by giving quick, little flicks of my wrist landing on each cheek. I will start soft and increase in intensity to the same level you filled out on your limits list. What is your safe word, little girl?” he asked.

“Harley, Sir,” I repeated.

“Do you trust me when I tell you I will not do anything that will hurt you and everything that I do is for your benefit?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir, I do,” I replied.

“I am going to give you eight swats, four on each cheek. Can you take eight for your Dom, Emily?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” I shakily answered.

“Remember you have a safe word and use it if you have to,” he instructed.

Before he finished his last word, I heard a flick and felt a light pop on my right cheek followed by an identical one on the left.
‘Well, this is okay,’ I thought. ‘I can handle this.’ I heard a flick again and felt a mild stinging on my right cheek followed again by one on the left.

‘
So far so good, only two more on each cheek to go,’ thinking I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about.

“Emily, tell me your safe word again,” he told me.

“Harley, Sir,” I replied again a little annoyed at him.

Another flick rang out
, only this time it felt like a bee sting on my right ass.

“Ow!” I shouted.

“What was that, little girl?  How do you address your Dom?” he scolded.

“I’m sorry, Sir, but that really hurt, Sir,” I whined.

“Apology accepted but no more inappropriate outbursts. In fact, I want you to count the rest of them out loud for me,” he suggested.

Thank God, he couldn’t see my face because I rolled my eyes at him but quickly replied, “Yes, Sir.” As I remained there waiting for him to flick the flogger again, I felt tingling, wetness, and warmth in my pussy.
‘Could this really be turning me on?’ I wondered.

Another loud flick caught me with that same bee sting right across my left ass cheek. I gritted my teeth against the pain and quickly spat out, “Six, Sir.” This time I noticed the pain went straight to my clit as it subsided.

Alan edged up behind me rubbing my ass cheeks. He was studying my butt. “Your ass is a beautiful color. Pink looks good on you,” he praised.

“Thank you, Sir,” I winced.

He ran his fingers over my ass and into the folds of my pussy checking to see how wet I was. He played with my clit lightly rubbing it in circles driving me close to the edge of cumming. My moans were coming loud and frequent.

“My cock is rock hard, little girl, and aches. But I have no intention of rushing this,” he promised.

While he still stroked my clit, he asked me once more if I wanted to use my safe word. I was fighting so hard not to cum, I could barely answer him. “No Sir,” I whined, “I want you to fuck me, Sir.”

“Not yet, baby,” he purred, “We have one more set of two and I am going to give them together.”

I panicked but before I could react, Alan had stepped back releasing my pussy from his hold. I heard two loud snaps and felt a flash of fire across each cheek. My butt jerked with each pop and the pain was far worse than a sting. I managed to speak, “Seven and eight, Sir,” as my head sagged and knees became wobbly. I was exhausted from worry and the tension of not being able to cum.

Once again, he stepped lightly up behind me and began to rub my ass. He circled his fingers around my anus and then went directly for the clit with one hand while he plunged two fingers of the other hand into my sex brushing against my G spot.

I was overwhelmed with all the different sensations and emotions running through me. The pain in my ass shocked me but the pleasure of his fingers drew my mind away from it. I rocked my pussy against his hands as much as my restraints would allow. The pleasure was building fast and I knew I was on the edge of exploding. All I could think about was reaching the summit and plunging over the edge. My whimpers were constant now as I climbed and climbed until I hit the peak.

“Oh. My. God. Alan!” I screamed falling into wave after wave of sheer delight.

He let me ride his fingers as my orgasm played itself down then pulled them out, giving my ass a pinch.

“Sir, Emily.  The name is Sir,” he chided.
“Little girl, your moaning has me harder than steel,” leaning against me from behind breathing in my ear. My body pebbled with his breath. “I’m going to thrust inside you and pound your pussy until I cum. My cock is begging for relief,” squeezing his words through gritted teeth.

Alan unhooked my ankles from the cross leaving the cuffs on, rubbing my inner thighs to bring back circulation. Reaching up he unhooked each wrist from the cross and supported my body against his.

“You did great, Emily. I am so proud of you, baby,” he told me as he ushered me over to the table.

“Thank you, Sir,” I barely whispered.

He stepped on a button on the floor lowering the table to the right height where I could just roll over onto it on my stomach. He then raised the table back up to a level where he could easily give me a proper massage. Removing the cuffs, he started working with my arms and shoulders on to the muscles in my back. When he had sufficiently worked the stiffness out of my upper body, he started on my thighs, legs, and ankles. He sat me up on the table and let me dangle my legs off while I regained my equilibrium. Walking to the fridge under the cabinet, he grabbed a cold bottle of water opening it for me. On the way back, he dragged over a chair placing it near the table and sat down.

“Start drinking this. You need to hydrate,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered taking a gulp of water. “Oh Sir, may I tell you something please?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“That was the most amazing orgasm that I have ever had, Sir. Thank you,” I told him.

“You are most welcome, Emily. You were very responsive and made me extremely happy. But, there is the matter of the punishment. Do you want to use your safe word to totally stop the scene now,” he asked.

I thought about it for a moment but then shook my head telling him, “No, Sir. We agreed that I would participate to see if I would really enjoy playing with a true Dom. I need to take the good with the bad, Sir. I disobeyed by lying to you so I will take the punishment.”

He looked at me with pride on his face as he ordered, “Then, little girl, come here and bend your pretty pink ass over my lap. I am going to give you three swats with my hand. Fair warning, they won’t be easy swats!”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied as I lay across his lap with my arms hanging down to the floor.

“I want you to spread your thighs as far apart as you can, little girl,” he told me. I couldn’t imagine why but I soon found out.

Whap! He slapped my right cheek hard and pain shot through my entire ass cheek. “One, Sir,” I uttered through gritted teeth. Whap! This time he slapped my left ass cheek and tears started pooling behind my eyes as I counted, “Two, Sir.”