The Storyteller (18 page)

“Tell me what you are going to do to me,” Hailey pleaded.

“I am going to punish the evil side out of you and make love to the good, then I am going to punish the good out of you and make love to the evil. We will decide which comes to rule as supreme. We will explore old things as before and new things this evening that we have never dared to do. We will walk across the hot coals of passion. We will give and receive of each other. I will reach you with new things you dared not imagine in your most sensual night dreams. I will make every part of you scream in pain and obsession. I will take you to the gates of heaven and the threshold of hell. We will walk with angels and devils. We will be all things together.”

Some would have considered the words sappy, but Hailey had come to love them. She was starting to pant as she stood transfixed before Leon Rainier. Her hands drifted downward to run the front of her panties, which were damp as she had expected. She felt her pubic hairs beneath the fabric, thick and wired. Drifting upward, she caressed her own breasts and toyed with the nipples, feeling them harden.

“They look like stakes suitable to kill a vampire with.” Rainier leered. “I long for you. I long to do things for you. Do you long for me?”

“Yes.” Hailey answered, dropping her hand to her side. “Yes. I long for you. Now tell me what you are going to do to me.”

“I think before the night is over, I will penetrate you in every hole. I will make you scream in pleasure, but before I do, you will shout in hurting. We are one and the same. We walk beneath the moon and share each other’s presence before the wind. Our worlds bridge these things as you know. You do not have one without the other. The darkness compliments the light. We will do everything, just like you ask. I am your slave and you are my master, but I am also yours. You will obey as I command, and when you have orgasmed until you are as wild as a storm and as hot as the desert, you will give to me. One day I will have to leave here, but by then you will be ready to come along. We are meant for each other. We are two hearts that beat as one.”

Hailey lifted her hands to the black neck covering, then dropped them downward to peel off her underpanties, exposing her bush for her lover to see.

“Take me,” she begged. “Take me. Teach me new things, and make me feel things that are forbidden. I want you to make me learn to be your slave.”

“We are bonded to each other,” Rainier corrected. “Come here.”

Transfixed, Hailey approached the tall man with an expression of utter fascination crossing her face. She not only loved him, but was absorbed by him. She breathed, thought, and felt at this moment, not only for herself, but time as well.

“What do you wish first?” Rainier questioned.

“Some kinky stuff,” came the curt reply.

Rainier ushered Hailey to the horse contraption and pointed quizzically at it. Hailey nodded.

“Do you want fastened down?”

“No. I’ll keep the position on my own. For right now, I want you to punish my behind.”

Rainier lowered her into the inviting contraption, so she rested her upper body across it, leaving her lower portion tilted toward him. There were so many different options left open to him if he had chosen to exercise his own desires at that moment. He could have tasted her, fingered her, or entered her on his own. He could have used not himself, but one of the many toys. He could have even done nothing and teased her to the point of frenzy just by making her wait. If it was a spanking, however, she would get what she asked for.

“Oww!”

She should have been prepared for the merciless strike that came, but she was not. The blow wasn’t caressing either, but hard, delivered with the flat of the hand right in the very center of her yearning ass. Other people would have rebelled against the pain or rejected the very concept of receiving strikes for stimulation, but this was overwhelmingly erotic in her own lust-driven set of eyes. Rainier had taught her well.

“Ow!”

She shook slightly and tried to look over her shoulder, though her efforts were futile. Without a mirror, she could not see her own ass, but she knew there were pink prints on it. There had to be a matching set, like bookends, one on each of her cheeks.

“Ow! Ow!”

She received two hard pounds for moving out of position and quickly re-established herself as she had been before.

“Ow!”

She had not lost count. The fifth blow she received was the hardest to date.

“Owwwww!”

Though she was starting to feel outright pain rather than discomfort, she would not ask Rainier to stop. The sensations were overpowering to her. Within, a typhoon was whirling.

“Ow!”

Rainier was stretching the spanking out. Rather than bestowing her with a series of sharp blows, he was measuring them, letting the sting set in and partially subside.

“Ow!”

This time she jerked, for her flesh was starting to burn. She knew if she could see her bottom would be turning red and not just pink. There would be several angry handprints molding together, and more were to come.

“Ow!”

She was unsure how many hits that made by now. Her mind was on other things besides her spanking alone. She longed for Rainier more than anything in the world. Though she knew the punishment would turn ruthless before it subsided, the more romantic actions that followed would be incredible. They always were.

“Owwwwwwww!

Rainier reached forward after the blow and rubbed her nether region gently.

“Too hard?” he asked.

“No,” she gasped out. “Do it harder. Do it a lot more. I’m so turned on!”

While her rear half was being tyrannized by Rainier’s palm, her front half rang with other feelings. Against the horse, her breasts and stomach heaved as her breathing intensified and her sexual juices started to overflow.

“Oh, owwwwwwwwwwww.”

This time her cry was longer and louder. Hailey bounced on the balls of her feet and did her “ass-dance” as she often did when the pain was starting to overtake her. The jiggle, however, did little to bring relief. Rather than dissuading him, this egged Rainier on, and the frequency of his blows increased, fast and furious against his lover’s unprotected buttocks.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”

Her rear end looked like a stop sign, covered in red. The sight of such brought a sudden surge of emotion through Rainier as well. He was proud of what he had done and he enjoyed it.

“Hailey,” he called, as he lifted her and spun her around, positioning her straight up and facing him against the horse.

With one arm around her back and his face shining like a jack-o-lantern, he pulled her closer to him and shoved the first finger of his free hand between her legs, penetrating her as she gave a cry.

“Ooooojjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj!”

With each fingering motion, the sound was repeated.

“Ooooojjjjjjjjj! Oooooooooooooooooo! Oooooooooooooooooo!”

Rainier felt the warmth and the wetness, which grew more and more unconstrained.

“Please...”

“Do you hurt?” he whispered. “Are you red? Does your bottom hurt?”

“Yesssssssssssss,” Hailey let out, like air escaping from a tire with a nail in it. She had meant to deliver a simple yes, but was too caught up in the moment.

“Do you love this?” Rainier asked, probing her with his words and not just his finger.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooo.” was the only response that came.

“What do you want?” he whispered.

“I want you to fuck me with your words.”

As he continued to toy about inside her with his finger, the words came, hot and heavy.

“I want to have you more than anything! I want you! That’s why I love to spank that ass of yours until it’s so red and burning. I want to finger you and feel you come all over me. I want to go into you with everything, I want to go into every hole you have. I want to hear you scream intensely. I want you to lose control. Let the inhibitions die away. Take it. Take it, and then take it.”

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

Hailey was spun around and shoved against the horse once more, with Rainier tapping her legs in a command for her to spread them further apart. It was at that point she knew the punishment was going to continue.

“Pppppplease...”

Two alternating blows came, hurting more as they were delivered on top of the marks that had already formed.

“Ppppppplease...”

She was not sure if it was a cry for mercy or a request for more.

“Ppppppplease...”

Rainier was happy to oblige as the loud sounds of his smacks resonated throughout the basement.

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.”

Once again, Hailey was prancing in pain, but no tears came to her eyes. She was devouring every moment.

“Ow. Ow. Ow.”

Suddenly, a loud and extended wail echoed from her lips.

“Ppppppplease. Do it! Ppppppplease do it. Oooooooooooooooooo! Use me! Yes! Please. Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

Incredible as it might have seemed to outsiders, the spanking brought her to her first orgasm of the evening, right there across the horse. She hadn’t even been penetrated by Rainier’s throbbing...

“Owwwww!”

Rainier knew what had happened, but delivered another blow for good measure. Turning, she grasped him tightly and started to kiss. This time their tongues spun within each other’s mouths.

“This is just the start,” Hailey spurted out as she pulled away. “I want everything.”

Gazing past his arm, her eyes fell upon the devil statue. It had not moved, like in some horror film, but stood silently as it always did, a sentinel with a two pronged prick. Had it been a portal to hell, she was certain a minor demon, if not Satan himself, entered the wood and from an unseen position, served as a Peeping Tom, examining their every move. Outsiders would contend the bulk of their practices were perverse. The world was like that. People were far too quick to brand everything taboo or even evil. She had learned better since being with Rainier.

“I want you in me, Leon.”

Rainier’s staying power amazed her. How he had avoided erupting within those black pants of his by now left her flabbergasted. After all, she knew he felt the same thrills she had during this episode. She had felt an earthquake inside of her from the fingering and the combustible strikes on her backside. How could he contain himself so well? This stunned her.

“Summon your will and hold everything in for as long as you can,” he announced. “It is not that hard to do.”

Hailey had forgotten that sometimes, when in the heat of passion, they could literally read each other’s thoughts.

“You are the light of the moon to me, my lover. You are the stars at night. You and I will always be one formed as two. We will walk the winds of time together. We will love each other through an endless journey and an endless night. We will be locked together as one. We are, will be, and always have been meant for each other. I have sought you out, and now you belong to me. You are mine and I am yours. I want to take you to the mountaintop of sexual pleasure. I want to strip you of all your inhibitions and bring you up to a freedom that never ends.”

“You’re fucking me with your words once more,” she said in a low voice. “More word fucks.”

The wooden Satan sculpture did seem to move at that moment, tossing its head back in a fit of mad, mocking laughter. This, however, was an illusion.

“I want it all,” Hailey spoke out in a new burst of passion. “I want you to fuck me hard in every way we can think of. I want your tongue all over my body, and I want it in me. I want your cock in my mouth, and I want you to spray me down my throat. I want you to shoot off on my face and tits. I want you to fuck me in every position there is, and when you’re done with my pussy, I want it straight up the ass. I want you to spank me. I want you to paddle me. I want you tie me up and make me want to shout. I want all those toys of yours in me at once. I want you to put one in every hole. I want you to fuck me and fuck me some more. I want to scream. I want to cry.”

When she did the proverbial word fucking, she was a lot dirtier than Rainier.

“I want more. I want more now.”

Rainier took her by the fingertips and led her to the hoop on the floor, but indicated he would not shackle her there if she maintained the position as well as she had on the horse. He then moved her arms above her and stretching somewhat, fastened them to the chains. The invention was his own and was not designed to be a torture in itself, but only to imprison the hands, so the recipient could not move them across a punished ass, pair of legs, or back.

“I will do things to you alright,” he answered in a snakelike voice.

By leaving her feet free, he knew Hailey could move around and do another dance for him as her punishment continued. He liked watching her leap and shake when the punishment was more severe. This was more of a thrill for both of them than to have her arms and legs both fastened and less mobile.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

Hailey looked upward and then toward the wooden statue, before returning her gaze to her lover.

“Comfortable enough. I just wish I would have rubbed my ass some before going on with this.”

“Do you need time for it to cool down?” he again questioned. Hailey nodded.

“Your every word is my command, but the longer you wait, the more extreme this next round will be.”

Rainier walked past her to a spot on the wall, where a nailed down hat rack contained various paddles left dangling by cords inserted through a hole in each handle. There was also a leather belt hanging by the buckle.

“I think we will go with this next,” he suggested, taking the belt. “What do you think?”

“Nooooooooooo,” Hailey objected, but Rainier knew this really meant a big yes.

“All over. Back and front. You are going to look like a lobster when I’m finished with you.”

Hailey let out a heated plea that was entirely inhuman, a parched cry that invited more than repelled. She knew in a moment she would be dancing and writhing within the metal circle. Maybe it would have been wiser for her feet to be secured. That way she would be forced to endure everything delivered with a minimum of resistance.