Just A Woman (Marina: Part Two: Naughty Nookie Series) (13 page)

“But I still have
to punish you.”

“Yes, Nate.”

“I think Sir
sounds better, don’t you, Marina?”

That very morning,
I’d been relieved at the idea of calling him Nate.  Now, Sir fits. 
And I whisper, “Yes, it does, Sir.”

He hums under his
breath and slides a finger into my greedy, grasping pussy.  It fucks that
finger.  Clinging to it, cuddling it, sucking it in to the warmth. 
Singing a siren song.  My pussy is a whore.  What does that make the owner?

The thought wings
away as he whispers, “I have to spank you, Marina.  You broke too many
rules today.”

“Somewhere else,
Sir.  Please.”  I’d been facing straight ahead, my head tilted
slightly to the side so as to hear his soft voice better but now, I turn and my
watery eyes beseech him.  “Please, Sir.  My tits? 
Anywhere.  My p-pussy.  Please, not my ass.  Please, Sir. 
It hurts.  It really hurts.”

“You’ll have to
get used to the pain, Marina.  What happens when a spank’s not enough for
you and you need a flogger?  What will you do then?”  His eyes are
narrowed and I can tell my answer is important.

It’s fucked up
that I can’t even prevaricate.  The words that escape me just naturally
flow from my mouth.  “If that’s what you want, Sir, then I’ll just have to
take it.”

“It’s more than
take
,
Marina.  You’ll need it.  Naughty girls need to purge their
souls.  Their Master makes it all better.  Makes you feel all clean
inside.”

“Yes, Sir,” I
whisper, voice trembling and weak.  I
do
feel purged but I don’t
think I can take anymore today.  Although I’m learning that isn’t my
decision to make.

“Would you like my
cock, Marina?”

The question has
my eyes fluttering and saliva pooling in my mouth.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Does your pussy
want my cock?”  The treacherous thing pulls down on his finger and his
chuckle has me flushing.  “I think we can take that as a yes.”

“It does,
Sir.  I
do
.  Very badly,” I grind out around a moan as his
finger twists deep inside, his hand rotating and torturing me.  Fucking me
without fucking me.

“How about we do a
deal, Marina?”

“Anything, Sir.”

He pulls out of my
pussy and presents me with his finger.  Without words, I open my mouth and
take him in.  Accept him into my mouth and suck him clean.  His eyes
are glittering with his own arousal and I can feel his cock nudging my
hip.  Knowing he’s turned on, even though he’s in pain, fills me with a
skewed sense of pride.  I worship that finger, lave and love it and feel
his cock twitch in his pants.

He swallows and my
sense of power quivers, knowing that he’s affected makes me feel a hell of a
lot better.  “In my pocket, there’s something for you.  Climb off my
knee like a good pet and get them for me.”

Releasing his
finger, I heft my weight upwards and lever myself away from his lap. 
Swinging down, I stand and the instant I do, my butt makes its angry soreness
known.  I want to hold it, cup it, make it feel better but there’s nothing
I can do to ease it and I forcibly still my quivering bottom lip. 

Kneeling in front
of him, I reach forward and maneuver my hand into his pocket.  It’s
awkward because the denim is unyielding, something that’s only made harder
thanks to his erection.  Before, I’d have brushed by him, teased his cock,
stroked him, but he didn’t ask me to do that and I’m already on borrowed time. 
This deal… whatever it is, is going to save my butt.  Literally!

In the depths of
his pockets, my fingertips brush against plastic.  A frown creases my brow
and he says, “Get them out.  There should be five.”

I do as he says
and manage to tug them free.  The instant I grab them I know what they are
and something inside me turns to mush. 

As it is, I don’t
know if it’s a good mush or a bad mush.  It depends where he’s about to
peg me with the clothespins.

I hold them in my
palm and whisper, “Here you are, Sir.” 

He takes them with
a nod and says, “If you want to cum and if you want my cock, there’s a price to
pay.  You can’t go unpunished, Marina.”

“No, Sir. 
And I’ll...” I suck in a breath and know that I have to do this.  Because
if I don’t, I’m going to cum anyway.  In the shower, even cleaning myself,
not even meaning to touch, I’ll cum and break his rules.  For the next few
days, I don’t care if I have to sit in silence.  I’m
not
being
spanked.  I’m giving my ass a rest.  I’ll be a good girl if it kills
me!  “...I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Sir.”  And by God, I
will.  I
need
so badly.  And it’s not a faceless need. 
It’s him.  Nate. 

“Go and lie on the
bed.  Legs spread and toes pointing toward the bed posts, arms stretched
wide.”

Nodding, I curl
upwards into a standing position and walk over to the bed, not even daring to
roll my hips, to entice him.  I crawl on to the mattress and press my back
to the chilly sheets.

I stretch my legs
wide until my inner thighs ache and in silence, lie there.  I hear his
grunt of pain as he sits up and then stands.  His steps are heavy, almost
dragging, as he walks over to me.

  “For five
minutes, you can’t touch yourself or even make a sound.  If you do, this
is null and void.  The entire thing.  It’s going to hurt.  You
might wish you were being spanked, but you asked for it and if you want me to
give you my cock, then this is what you have to do.  Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.” 
My bottom lip quivers.  “I really am.”

His chuckle sets
me on fire and I close my eyes, clenching them shut.  “Keep them open,” he
orders and hands me two pegs.  He bends over my spread legs and studies my
pussy.  “When I tell you to, put them on your nipples.”  His eyes
lash over them and seeing the puckered buds, he grins.  “You don’t need to
pinch them to prepare them.”

The cool pseudo
flesh of his prosthesis chills my pussy and a shiver attacks me unawares. 
He grins at me again and I shudder as he pulls apart my lips until the little
nub of my clit is exposed.  He blows a trickle of air over it and a
whimper escapes me.  With his free hand, he slaps my thigh so sharply I
jolt and warns, “Not even a whimper once the five minutes start, Marina.”

He drops the pins
on to the mattress, grabs one and tugs at the fleshiest bit of my outer
sex.  Pegging this area, he places a twin at the opposite side.  The
pinch is uncomfortable, but not unbearable.  Relieved, I wait for him to
place the final one.  I’m not shocked when he hovers close by my clit.

Opening the spring
so the peg flares wide, he holds it over my clit and tucks it between my lips
so it’s resting against my skin and not poking out from between my legs, then
releases the mechanism.  At first, the dull throb aches and then starts to
pound.  I breathe through it, absorbing and accepting the pain.  This
is worse and because my clit was already aching, the pain of the pinch merely
makes it pound all the more.

And then, he nods
at me and I place the pegs over my nipples and clasp them between the smooth,
plastic teeth.

The instant I do,
I scream. 

He places a hand
over my mouth.  “Five minutes.  You have to hold the position for
five minutes otherwise no playtime for you.”

I nod against his
hand and try not to freak at the pain ricocheting through my body.  And
this is pain.  The spankings of earlier weren’t.  I can feel the
difference now.  At my nipples, it’s sheer fucking agony.  Nothing
compares to it.  He wasn’t wrong.  I’d prefer to endure more spanks
than this.  It isn’t my pussy, surprisingly enough.  It’s just my
breasts.  Every muscle in my body is tense, rejecting the pain, trying to
exorcise it out of me without uttering a tiny sound.  That’s what makes it
harder.  Holding still.  If I could thrash around the bed, swear blue
murder, screech and shriek, I think I’d be okay.  But this... the
silence.  The stillness.

It’s torture.

Yet not once, do I
think to utter my safe word.  If Nate thinks I can take this, then I’ll
make him proud.  Despite my resolve, tears flood my eyes again and my head
starts to move from side to side, silently moaning, silently screaming. 
And then, the weirdest thing happens, the pain doesn’t go but it
disperses.  I don’t even know how to describe it.  Suddenly, I can
breathe easier and that makes the discomfort flush away.  Not
all
of
it, but the pinch, the tug, it starts to feel different.  Not good, but
weird. 

My panting breaths
slow down to deeper than regular, but an average pace.  I’ve no idea how
long I’ve been lying here, but when Nate’s hand plucks a peg off my nipple with
no notice, I cry out as blood suddenly flushes back into the tiny nub and sets
it to pounding.  Four more times he does it and the shock of blood
returning to each area has me so focused on my nipples and pussy that it’s
incredible.  Hell, my thoughts were already there, but now, I’m so ready
to be fucked, it’s like I’ve been pumped full of aphrodisiacs and let loose on
an army base. 

A gentle hand cups
my cheek and a finger follows the path of the tear tracks coursing down my
face.  I suck in a breath, touched at his tenderness and the contrast of
feeling horny
and
emotional is yet another seesaw from today’s trials.

I open my eyes,
look into his and see pride in there.  The weird-ass things he’s proud of
should have me wondering if he’s crazy, but the crazier thing is, I’m proud of
myself too.  I endured it for him and for myself.  I did good.

He moves away and
returns to the armchair, but before he sits, I watch as he unfastens his belt
buckle, then opens the button and the zip at his fly.  Just like this
morning, his cock pops out and the instant it does, I practically leap off the
bed.

I want that cock.

“Did I tell you
you could get off the bed?”

The words have me
hovering a foot away from him.  Horror shrieks through me and I stand
there, shaking, not knowing what to do, if I should go back or go
forward. 

“Well, didn’t I?”

His soft voice
urges me to answer, “No, Sir, but you didn’t say I couldn’t.”

“That’s no
excuse.  From now on, you wait for instructions.”  He lowers himself
into the armchair and stares at me.  “This is a learning curve.  I’m
trying not to overload you with too much information at once, but today has
been pretty intense.”  He sighs and pulls a face at the probably
traumatized expression gracing my own.  He waves a hand and says, “Come
here.  Climb on to my lap so your knees are on the armrests.”

Thank fuck I’m a
yogi, because I manage to do as he says without much difficulty.  The
position has me six inches or so higher than him, but I get the picture that’s
what he wants.  Our sexes are closer, but even a half-inch is too far away
for my liking.  

Nate grabs his
cock and as I look down and see a bead of pre-cum glisten at the tip, I
shudder.  My pussy has never been so hungry for his shaft.  I need
him, more than I’ve ever needed him or anyone before in my life. 
Anyone. 

At this moment in
time, Nate is at the epicenter of my world and in a way he’s never been
before.  The house could fall down around us and I wouldn’t notice. 
And knowing that he shares this focus provides me with one of the most intense
feelings of contentedness I’ve ever known.

He grips himself
and tugs once, twice, milking that bead out until it rolls down over the
glans.  My mouth waters and then, my pussy utters a silent prayer of
thanks as he presses his cock down the line of my cunt.  Sliding it
between the lips, nudging my tortured clit until a cry escapes me and then,
he’s there.  At the entrance to my body.  I lower myself down,
knowing and accepting I’ll have to do most of the work, but fuck, I’m more than
willing to take on the challenge.

I accept every
luscious inch, my pussy eagerly grasping for more, uncaring that he’s too
thick, too big.  It swallows him whole until I’m filled with him, every
gorgeous, pulsating, throbbing bit is deep inside and God, it feels so
good.  For the nth time today, I start to cry.  The intensity of this
joining is like nothing I’ve ever felt.  It’s like losing my virginity and
as disloyal as that makes me feel to Jimmy, I can’t help it.  My body and
my soul are telling me the way it is and the connection blossoming between Nate
and I is so right and so true. 

In a day, I’ve
made a huge leap into a world I thought was alien to me. 

Now, I’m realizing
who and what I am.

I can’t put a
label on it yet, but that will come with time.  As it is, I’m focused on
riding Nate like he’s never been ridden before.

For a second, I
just hover with him deep down inside me.  His head is level with my tits
and the feel of his lips against my sore nipples has my head tilting backward
in ecstasy.  A gentle suck, then a bite, and a shudder courses down my
spine.

He releases my
nipple and says, “Tell me if you’re about to cum.”

Oh Christ, yeah,
his frickin’ ‘
no climax without his permission
’ rule.  I’m too far
gone to even pout for long, I just gasp out a ‘Yes, Sir,’ and start to rock my
hips back and forth, just nudging him to the front and back of my pussy. 
I clench down on his thick shaft, milking him with my internal muscles and
then, his hands grab my hips and he bites out, “Move, Marina.”