TouchofaDom (11 page)

Fifteen minutes later, skin warm and perfumed, she went back
into the bedroom, took up position on the carpet as he’d ordered and knelt and
bent over so her forehead touched the ground.

It was almost a yoga position, so she relaxed. At least most
of her body relaxed, her cunt wouldn’t. There she was sopping wet with arousal
and tingling with anticipation and her clit was close to throbbing. She was
eager and ready for a thorough fuck, anywhere he wanted to go but guessed she
might have hours before she climaxed.

She shut her eyes and waited, the only sounds in the room
the thumping of her heart and the muted tick-tock of the gilt clock on the
mantelpiece.

Until she heard the door open and Branko said, “Very good,
Adele, very good.”

Was he naked too? Or wearing those incredible thigh boots
he’d had that first evening? She so wanted to know but kept her head down.
Better not turn to look. He’d said head to the floor and that was what she’d
give him.

“Very nice,” he said. “You follow direction well. Are you
ready to feel the kiss of the flogger, my dear?”

“Yes.” He’d better start soon, before she chickened out.

“Good,” he said, as she felt footsteps approach. “You are in
the perfect position for discipline, except for one little detail.” What the
heck was that? She’d done as he’d said, hadn’t she? “You need to spread your
legs a little. I want easy access to every opening.”

“Okay.”

“Then spread them, or do I need to do it for you?”

That voice! Adele responded as if by reflex, knees and
thighs apart, head still low.

“Much better. Nicely exposed cunt, high arse, ready for
action. Don’t you dare move.”

She’d expected a little more anticipation but right away
cold lubricant was pressed into her arsehole and before she had time to gasp, a
plug was rammed home.

No finesse or seduction here, just tightness and a sense of
being stuffed. But above it all, she couldn’t hold back the sigh of pleasure at
the sensation.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Branko, I do.”

“But you’ll like my cock more.”

“Indeed, I will.”

“You have to earn that, Adele. Earn it on your knees and by
your submission. Are you prepared to do that?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Good.” As he spoke he slapped her arse, right between the
cheeks, shoving the plug even deeper for a moment. “How did that feel?”

“Tight!”

“It’s going to be tighter when my cock’s in there up to the
hilt, isn’t it?” Oh please, yes. “Isn’t it, Adele?” he repeated, his tone much
shaper.

“Yes, Branko, it will be and I want to earn that privilege.”

“What privilege? Say it.”

“I long to enjoy the pleasure of your cock buggering me. I
want what you can give me. I want…”

“You want a flogging, don’t you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Like this?” Branko asked, as he trailed the tresses down
her back.

It took her a minute or two to reply, as her body responded
to the touch of multiple tresses of soft suede slowly easing down from her
shoulder blades to her rump and back. “That’s so wonderful.”

“You like it?” This time the tresses tickled her shoulders. He
had to be brushing the ends over her skin.

“Yes.” She sighed. It was wonderful. The touch awakened
nerve endings all over her body. Now it teased the small of her back, up to her
shoulders and back down again. The tresses stroked under her butt cheeks and
then up her spine. She gasped. She had been worried about this? It was
incredible. He could do this all night and she’d be deliriously happy.

The tresses crossed her shoulders and caught the edge of her
breast. She gasped, quite loudly this time at the unexpected sensation on her
breast. She knew this wouldn’t be all, more and harder was coming and soon but
for now, she closed her eyes to shut out the room and focus on the sensations
in her body.

“So, my dear, does that hurt?”

“No, not yet.”

“I’ll have to see about that.”

This time the flogger came down much harder on her shoulders
and she cried out.

“That better?”

That was one word to describe it. Just not the one she’d
have used at this moment.

“It hurt.” Her skin still smarted from the touch of the lash
but she knew that was nowhere near as hard as he could wield it, if he chose
to.

“Not really. Before I’m through you will know what hurt is
all about. Understand?”

“Yes.” She would soon anyway.

“You want me to proceed?”

It was up to her. Refuse and cut the scene short or
acquiesce and feel what she’d dreamed of and get buggered as a reward.

“Please keep on, Branko.”

“Then brace yourself.”

This was flogging. Adele couldn’t keep quiet as he hit her
shoulders from right to left in a steady rhythm. The suede tresses stung,
building up to a burning across her skin, but he was skilled, each time her
shoulders and upper back took the force, never her neck or arms. Had he
practiced this? Obviously.

Just as she was thinking she could take no more, he stopped.
“Better take a rest, Adele, you’ve a lot more coming. Catch your breath.”

She also flexed her shoulders, was that prohibited? Seemed
not. “Good girl,” he said, “ease the tension before I give you more. In fact
relax a bit, rest whilst I…” He pulled out the plug and she whimpered as it
left her. It felt easier but she missed the invasion.

“Complaining?” he asked. “Can’t have that. Keep position,
head down and keep your arse in the air.”

Not exactly comfortable but she guessed what was coming.
More lubricant, a slap on her rump and her arse cheeks were parted. “Relax,
Adele. If you don’t it will hurt and it’s going in. It has to. I want you ready
for my cock by the time I’m ready to do you.”

She relaxed, letting her shoulders sag into the floor as his
hand parted her lower cheeks and the tip of the new plug pressed against her
muscle. “Just a minute, please,” she said, remembering what a previous lover
had taught her. Hoping Branko permitted it, she pressed back against the plug
as she relaxed her muscle.

“Very good, Adele.” His hand on the small of her back
steadied her as she continued to press back and he pushed in. In a moment it
was past her muscle and the rest of it came home. This one was bigger. Much
bigger, and as he gave it a final shove she cried out.

“Good. Ten minutes, twenty maybe and you’ll take me all the
way. Looking forward to it are you, Adele?”

She couldn’t lie even if she wanted to. “Yes. I enjoy
feeling filled and used like this.”

“I am so glad, my dear, as your arse is so inviting. All
nicely plugged and getting prepared. Now, a change of position is needed.
Listen carefully. If you get this wrong, I will take off my belt. Look up, see
that chair over there?”

“The yellow one?”

“That’s it. I want you to crawl over there, staying on all
fours, and don’t you dare let the plug pop out. Understand?”

“Yes.” Understanding directions wasn’t the same as actually
managing to follow them.

“Once there, place your arms on the seat of the chair and
brace yourself. Do your shoulders still hurt?”

“Yes, but it’s eased off.” In fact the pressure in her arse
pretty much overshadowed the sting in her shoulders.

“Can’t let that happen, can I?” She took that as rhetorical.
“All right then. Get moving.”

In what fiendish recesses of his mind did he come up with
these ideas? Moving on her knees wasn’t the problem, but moving while keeping
her arsehole plugged was. If she clenched her muscles too much she risked
expelling it and if not enough, damn, the same thing would happen.

She made her way very slowly, knowing he was watching her
every movement. Probably hoping she’d lose the damn plug so he’d have the fun
of going at her with his belt, but she made it and took up position, forearms
braced on the seat.

He hadn’t said a single word the whole time she’d been
crawling, but as she shut her eyes to help herself relax, he started whistling.

Whistling! What the heck was that about? An attempt to throw
her off-kilter, no doubt.

It almost worked.

Just as she was waiting for him to say something, anything,
Branko kissed her left shoulder, letting his lips press against her sweaty
skin.

“Adele, my dear, you taste of glorious submission. Will you
give me permission to flog you some more? Your body was made for this.”

What made him so damn certain? “Adele?” he repeated. “I
asked a question. Do I have your permission?” Why didn’t he just go ahead and
lay into her? Because part of the play was making her speak and to agree.

“I give my permission, Branko.”

He had to have had the flogger poised and ready. She’d
barely spoken when it came down on her shoulders, harder than before but in a
slower rhythm, giving her time between strokes to absorb the sensation. Her
mind was caught up in the ache on her shoulders and the wild and impossible
throbbing in her cunt. All combining and adding to the impressions clouding her
mind.

She was moaning steadily now. He hadn’t told her to be
silent so she let her cries add to the swish of the flogger in the air around
her and the sound of suede on willing flesh.

She was part of a symphony of hurt and pleasure, fear was
gone, dread no longer existed, all she knew were the thrills in her body and
her longing for more and more.

She whimpered with disappointment when he eased the
flogging, slowing until he was just stroking her skin.

“No,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. I want more, much more.”

“You’ll get more. Another day, right now—”

Adele yelped as he picked her up and as good as tossed her
on the bed. She was bent over the foot of the bed, damn plug still in place. “Why
did you stop?”

“Impudent girl!” He slapped her arse. Twice. “You get what I
give you, not what you want. Understand?” His rough tone sent a deeper thrill
down into her cunt. “You wait there and don’t you dare move or I’ll tie your
hands and leave them like that all night.”

He’d leave her like this? Yes, he would. Better not move
anything no matter how much she longed to rub her clit against the bedclothes.
Adele waited, listening as he moved. Getting a condom, most likely. She
pictured him rolling the thin latex down his lovely cock, smoothing the
wrinkles out, getting ready to thrust into her arse. He’d have to take out the
plug. Would he ease it or perhaps twist it, teasing her as it left, or just
yank it out as roughly as he’d shoved it in?

He returned, his hand resting on the small of her back,
gently pressing her down into the mattress. “Adele, you listen well and seems
you know how to obey. Is it desire to please me or because you want a nice hard
buggering?”

What a question? “Both. I want you to fuck me but if it
makes you happy, that’s good too.”

He laughed. Laugh? He bloody well cackled. “It is, isn’t it?
You’d rather I fucked you than left you hanging but maybe it would be good for
you. It might teach you self-control and a little much-needed self-discipline.”

She’d better keep quiet. Saying what she thought right now
might not be a good move. Her naked arse must be quite enticing but not
enticing enough it seemed and she was in dire need. “Branko, please.”

“Please what, my dear?” Was he going to make her beg? Most
likely.

“Please what, my dear?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Fuck you where? Your luscious cunt, you lovely mouth or…”
He twisted the plug, pulling it out just a smidgen before shoving it back in
place. “Right here, in your so very tempting, tight arse?”

“Please, bugger me.” He’d told her she’d be begging him for
it and damn, she was.

“Oh!” His feigned surprise was so transparent she had to
smile. “Is that what you need? Why didn’t you mention it sooner, my dear? Of
course, I’ll be happy to fuck your arse. I think you might be ready by now, don’t
you?”

He hardly needed to ask. “Yes. Please, Branko.” She waggled
her ass as she replied and got a slap as a result. As the sting faded, he
parted her arse cheeks and very slowly eased out the plug.

“Breathe and relax,” he told her. “This may take some time.”

It took bloody forever as he eased it out, twisting as he
did but moving so slowly it seemed he’d take until morning. “Patience,” he told
her when she moaned, “or I’ll ram it back in and leave it there until
breakfast.”

Another slow breath as she made herself relax and wait.
Forced herself to be passive as the plug moved, millimeter by sensitive
millimeter, a twist here and tug there, until she felt real pressure against
her muscle. It had been in so long, her body wouldn’t release it. “Relax,” he
told her. “Let it go or you won’t get my cock.”

Did he think she was holding it in on purpose? “I’m trying.”

“Not enough!” He slapped her hard and, as she groaned, out
came the plug and he gave her another slap on the other side. “For luck,” he
said with a laugh. “I love to see you redden up, but enough of that. Time now
for what I promised.” He parted her arse cheeks but this time it was the end of
his cock that pressed against her. She called out his name as he pressed
harder. “Let me in, dear. You need this so much.”

He wasn’t kidding. Her clit was so aroused it hurt. “Hang on
a minute.” She pressed back against him.

“Good,” he told her. “Keep going, you have to take all of
me, not just the tip. This will be a total buggering.”

“Please.” It was almost a whine but they pushed together and
he was past her tight muscle. He paused, holding her hips steady as she
relaxed. “Good, let it all go, Adele, all the tension and the worry. At this
moment, all you want or need is my hard cock penetrating you, buggering you.”
As he spoke, he pressed gently and slowly, going deeper and deeper until he
yanked her hips toward him and he was home.

Adele screamed, couldn’t help it. It was so wonderful. She
was taken, filled, used and her mind went into a wild spin of need, desire and
euphoria as he began pumping, marking her with his cock. She cried out with
utter pleasure. Her cunt came alive, her clit throbbing with need and her
rising climax. She was yelling, calling his name, shouting the pleasure he gave
her as he impaled her on his cock.

Her yells echoed off the ceiling and seemed to reverberate
from the walls. This was so utterly and fantastically wonderful. Seemed he
fucked her forever, she forgot time, no longer knew where she was. All she knew
was his cock fucking her, taking her, pleasuring her. “I’m coming!” she
screamed.

“Then come,” he shouted back. “Come for me, Adele, come!”