Allison

 

I needed the money. Yes, if he paid me the million as promised, I’d have enough to cover the costs of the surgery and both pre- and post-op. I’d have enough for the medication and the doctor’s visits, everything involved with my sister’s heart transplant would be covered.

 

But what about the days before that? I was so far in debt that money lenders felt sorry for me. I had years of debt from the hospital to pay back and that didn’t even break into the back rent I owed on my little piece-of-shit of an apartment.

 

What was the point of saving my sister’s life just to leave her starving and homeless?

 

I needed that extra half a million dollars and this was my one and only opportunity to get it. Otherwise, I’d spend the rest of my days at that diner trying to play catchup on a messed-up life that wasn’t even my fault.

 

Or worse. I’d have to do this again. Only it wouldn’t be with Jules and it wouldn’t pay as well. I hadn’t even considered it until this moment, but I understood how women fell into prostitution. What did you do when you were uneducated, young, and buried beneath insurmountable debt? You sold the only asset you had. Your body.

 

And now I knew how easy it could be. Sell a little sex and earn the money three or four times as fast as I would at the diner. Probably more than that.

 

The thought made me shudder.

 

I didn’t want to do that. Yes, I’d really enjoyed sex with Jules last night. So much that, despite my body’s soreness, I found myself craving a repeat performance. But that didn’t mean I wanted it with everyone. I wanted more sex with Jules, not just some Joe Blow. I didn’t want to think about the dangers of it. How they could be cruel or abusive, or maybe sick or have STDs. God, any number of things could happen to me…

 

Or I could spend the weekend with Jules and earn that money to get me back on my feet. I can’t let him send me home now.

 

So I tried my absolute hardest to get him to let me stay. I didn’t want to beg, but I would if I had to. I’d say anything – I’d do anything to follow through with this weekend. “You said that I had the power. I want to continue.”

 

His expression shifted to one of surprise. His eyebrows rose high on his forehead and his blue eyes widened slightly. Those full lips parted slightly, as though to ask me what the hell I thought I was doing. Because it was clear that no one had ever stood where I was standing now and told him no. No one had told him, “I’m not going to just do as you tell me to.”

 

And that was likely the truth, given his… sexual preferences. It was pretty clear to me that he didn’t his women talking back and for a long moment I thought I’d messed up. He wanted a submissive, not someone who was going to question his orders. But I also figured that he was sending me home anyway; what did I have to lose?

 

“You want to stay?” he asked in a low, deep voice that sounded like it belonged to a predator stalking its prey. Silky, but dangerous.

 

I swallowed. No backing out now. “Yes, sir, I do.”

 

He considered me a moment, his bright eyes raking over my naked body. I shivered beneath his gaze, but did my best to stand still and tall. I refused to let him scare me away. I needed this too badly.

 

“Alright. Then come with me.” He offered out his large hand, the smooth features of his face mimicking calm, but hinting at something restless beneath.

 

I swallowed, then accepted his hand.

 

Jules led me out of the room. I expected that he might take me to my room and tell me to get my things or maybe back to the library to spank me again. The thought sent a little thrill through me. I didn’t necessarily want more than those little pats against my rear, but I acknowledged that I’d gotten something unexpected from it.

 

But Jules took me down the stairs instead, leading me into the long hallway with the mirror lining it. We passed the door that led to his man cave and the one that went to the kitchen. I was wondering where he was leading me until he finally stopped.

 

In front of the red door.

 

He spared me a glance before pulling out a key from his pocket. It fit perfectly in the lock. He twisted the knob and pushed open the door. Turning to me, he said, “Let me show you exactly what you’re asking for.”

 

He stepped inside and I followed. It was only dimly lit, so for a second I wasn’t sure what I was looking at. But slowly, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. There was another bed, just as large as the one from upstairs. It was stripped down to just a silk black fitted sheet that covered the mattress. There weren’t any covers or pillows or any frills at all. Along the edges of the mattress were lit candles. They looked like they’d been burning for a long while, so I doubted he’d snuck down to light them just for this moment. Wax spilled down their sides, coating the plain, dark wood tables surrounding the bed.

 

The floor of the room was a polished marble, so smooth and perfect that I could just barely see my own reflection in the surface. The walls were lined with what looked to be black drapes, though they might have been just a really dark color.

 

Although the room was… odd, it didn’t really freak me out. Not until I spotted something shiny hanging above the bed. It was attached to the ceiling by a chain. A pair of thick, leather straps that looked like… cuffs.

 

I finally turned to look at Jules.

 

“I told you what this place was,” he told me calmly. “But have you finally come to understand what it is?”

 

I was starting to. And I was starting to understand that he was showing me this to… to scare me off. But I won’t let it work, I promised myself.

 

Even though for the first time, I actually was a little scared.

 

“So you like candles and cuffs. I’m not worried. Sir.”

 

He raised a single eyebrow at me, then let his full mouth pull into a slow, languid smile. “People are pretty used to cuffs these days, aren’t they? Even the uninitiated.” He laughed a little. “So maybe I should show you the rest.” He stepped past me, heading toward the back wall.

 

I felt a prickle of fear along my spine, but did my best to shove it down. I reminded myself that Jules wanted to take care of me, not hurt me. And when I felt like maybe he and I had different definitions of “taking care of” I reminded myself that I needed the money.

 

Properly braced, I followed him to the wall.

 

His large hands gripped the heavy fabric of the drapes – they were blood red, not black – and jerked them open. At first, I couldn’t even tell what I was looking at. It was just a wall, but there were hooks and shelves lining it. The hooks had leather pieces hanging off of it. They mostly looked like… straps.

 

“What… is all this?”

 

“My toys,” he answered simply. “Toys that I use on my submissive – for my pleasure.”

 

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry as I turned and looked at these items in a new light. They were straps… for me.

 

“Shall I explain them to you?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. He started by picking up a long stick with a leather flap on the end. “A riding crop. This can be used in punishment – or during sex to increase both my pleasure and yours. Like a paddle, I might use it to spank you or even to tease your clit with the leather tip. I’ve also been known to choke my subs with the length. But they’ve never complained.”

 

He whispered the last part in my ear, sending a shiver through me that was equal parts fear and arousal. I couldn’t even say why.

 

Putting it up, he moved on to the next. It was a silver chain with what looked like two metal clothespins on either end that were covered with rubber tips. “These are nipple clamps.” My eyes widened. “First, I’d get your nipples hard, then I’d snap the clamps into place.” He opened them up, then let them snap closed. “The chain hangs between them and sometimes I like to tug on it or attach it to something.” He paused, then smiled at me wickedly. “Like a clitoral clamp.”

 

A clitoral clamp? I thought, flushing from the sheer dirtiness of it, but also from the potential pain. Wouldn’t that hurt?

 

He put up the chains, but not before letting his eyes drop to my chest. I was slightly horrified to see that my nipples were erect – almost as though they were volunteering for his toys already.

 

The next thing he grabbed looked like just a plain leather strap, but with a loop on either end. He put his large hands through either loop, then held it up straight in front of me. “This is a blow job strap. It’s simple, but effective. When I order you to swallow my cock, I put this around the back of your head. That way, your mouth stays close and I can control just how deep into your throat I go.”

 

My mind flashed to an image of that. Of me on my knees, mouth open, his hard, thick member pushing between my lips. Could his huge length even fit in my mouth? I tried to picture it and with the strap… I wouldn’t be able to pull back. He could force my head down on him and he could choke me with his manhood.

 

But he wouldn’t, a little voice in the back of my head whispered. He’d never go farther than I wanted.

 

I didn’t have time to linger on that, because he’d put the blow job strap back in place and had picked up a long metal bar. I frowned at it. Did I even want to know what this was?

 

“This is a spreader bar,” he informed me blithely. “As you can see, it has four cuffs on it. These two—” he pointed at the ones at the ends of the bar, “—are for your ankles. As you can guess, that means that your legs will be forced apart and held there. And these—” he pointed to the inner cuffs, “—are for your wrists. They’ll force you to bend over. And then I can do whatever I want to you. I can have your pussy, your ass… I’ll go deeper than I went ever last night.”

 

This time I admitted it to myself: Amidst the fear of what these things might do, there was a very real, visceral promise of pleasure. My body could look past the helplessness – or maybe even enjoyed it – to the pleasure that came from it. But even while my body responded, my mind balked.

 

I couldn’t give up control like that… could I?

 

I don’t have much choice, remember? I need this.

 

So I lifted my chin, and tried to act unafraid.

 

His lips pursed together, almost like he didn’t appreciate my bravery. Maybe he didn’t. He seemed like he was trying to scare me. Maybe this was his way of trying to get me to leave on my own. But I wouldn’t.

 

I’d make it through this weekend no matter what.

 

He put up the bar. Offering a tense smile, he reached for a collection of leather straps that were connected by metal rings. “This is a harness. It starts at your neck, just like a collar. From there, it goes down to your breasts, but as you can see, there isn’t any cover there. It surrounds them, but doesn’t hide them, then continues down your belly to your hips. There it’ll outline your pretty little pussy, just like it does to your breasts, and when it dips between your legs, it’ll come back up the other side. It’ll stripe either ass cheek, but your ass will be exposed.

 

“I’m sure you’ve noticed the rings where the straps are linked together. They also let me attach other things. Chains to control you with. Or hooks to hang you by. I can even attach them to restraints at your wrists and ankles, though I prefer something else for that. Would you like to see it?”

 

I almost shook my head. I wanted to, but then I saw Bree’s face. Smiling, laughing. No, I had to keep going. I could do this. I would. Steeling myself, I managed a weak nod.

 

He hesitated half a second, then he put the harness back and traded it for another long leather strap. This one I couldn’t make out where exactly it went – until he started to explain it.

 

“The thigh sling spreader. This part goes over your shoulders and crosses in the back.” He motioned toward a part of it that looked kind of like a shoulder gun holster, but without the holster part. “This strap stops just above your lovely tits. At the center of the cross in the back are two cuffs, as you can see. These are so I can bend your arms back and restrain them there. You wouldn’t be able to move them at all.” Turning it again to the front, he smiled at me. “These straps here extend from the shoulders and attach just above your knees at your thighs. You can see they aren’t very long, so you’d be bent at the perfect angle for me to slide into your pussy.”

 

I could imagine it. I could see him wrapping me up in this little leather package and putting me on the bed – or maybe he’d take me on the floor – before climbing on top of me. He’d slide inside and I’d be done. Lost. Torn between a need for him to stop and for him to continue.

 

Or maybe I wouldn’t want him to stop.

 

He let me look at that for a long time before putting it up. “I have other things, too. Gags for that pretty little mouth. Tiny vibrators that’ll make you come so often you’ll be exhausted and whimpering at my feet. Anal beads for that pretty little ass of yours – would you like that? I have various sizing and you might find you enjoy them. I know I like feeling them while I ram into a wet, hot pussy.”

 

I swallowed. I’d obviously never done anal before and wasn’t sure it was something I wanted to try. Christel, one of my very limited sources of sexual experience, had said that it hurt. But what was I supposed to say? No? That it scared me? If I did, he’d say that he’d been right earlier and that he needed me to go home.

 

I wouldn’t let that happen.

 

So I lowered my gaze and said the only thing I could: “I’ll do whatever you want, sir.”

 

Then I waited. I wasn’t sure how he would respond. Maybe he’d tell me to go anyway. But I laid all of my cards out there on the table and now it was up to him to do with them as he saw fit. I was practically trembling with nervousness, my naked body on high alert. He’d shown me a lot of things today and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for any of them, but damnit, I wouldn’t give up so easily.

 

Finally, after what felt like forever, he said, “Lay down on the bed. I know what I’ll do with you.”

 

I shivered, but nodded. “Yes, sir.”

 

Without looking up at him, because I was afraid of what he might see in my eyes, I moved over to the bed. I hesitated at the edge, then bent forward to plant my hands on it. Then I crawled the rest of the way so that I was lying in the middle of the black, silky sheets. I stared up at the cuffs hanging from the ceiling, vibrating with nervous energy and worry that he was going to test me. And that I was going to fail.

 

I listened as he took something down from his wall, then heard his heavy footsteps approach. I swallowed, waiting for him to come to me and show me just what I’d signed up for. There was a rustling of clothing and I was pretty sure that he was undressing, though I didn’t dare look up. I didn’t want him to think that I wasn’t obeying, because I was already getting the sense that disobedience was a serious problem for him. And I’d sort of done a lot of that already, given my refusal to leave.

 

Eventually, the bed dipped down as his body weight joined mine. I waited, listening to my own hammering heartbeat, as the bed shifted with his movements. He crawled up the mattress to join me. I felt his hands first, large and just as gentle as the first time he’d touched me.

 

“I’ve picked something for you, pet,” he cooed to me.

 

I didn’t ask him what it was.

 

“Sit up so I can put it on you.”

 

That sent a tendril of fear through my system. Whatever he had for me, it was something I had to wear. And I didn’t think it was going to be as simple as a collar.

 

Sitting up, I couldn’t help it as my eyes dropped immediately to the leather straps in his hands. I recognized them; the thigh sling spreader.

 

Oh god. What have I gotten myself into?

 

He started by slipping it over my shoulders. I felt the cross at my back and remembered that it had cuffs attached. For my wrists. I didn’t resist though as he fasted it around the front just above my bare breasts. Nor did I so much as squirm as he folded my legs up so that he could wrap the other cuffs around my thighs, just above my knees.

 

The position was a little uncomfortable, stretching my legs while forcing my stomach to fold in on itself. I had enough room that my breasts weren’t pressed against my thighs, but it wasn’t by much. When the front was done, he grabbed my left wrist. “Are you ready?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Answer me. I want to know that you are ready for this.”

 

Despite my dry throat, I coughed and said, “Yes, sir. I’m ready.”

 

“Good.”

 

He pulled my arm around my back, latching one of the leather restraints around the wrist. Then he pulled my other hand around so that both were fasted to the harness. I couldn’t really move. I was wrapped up and restrained and my first reaction was panic.

 

Then I felt his breath at my ear. “Shh, pet. I won’t do anything you don’t want, remember? Use your safe word if things go too far. Otherwise, relax. Give yourself to me completely. I can’t give you what you want if you don’t.”

 

I wasn’t sure if his words really should have been comforting, but strangely enough, they were. My body eased into the new position and while it wasn’t exactly comfortable, I acknowledged that it wasn’t uncomfortable. And I also admitted that it was… sexy.

 

I was completely naked except for the apparatus and because of the way it fit over me, my legs were spread open and my breasts were visible to Jules’s gaze.

 

And he was hungry.

 

As I began to relax, I also let myself look at him again. His well-muscled, tattooed chest. His bronzed skin and those tiny golden hairs trailing down his navel. His member was already hard, jutting out from his pelvis eagerly, waiting to plunge into me.

 

My body answered that desire with wetness and warmth growing steadily between my legs.

 

His hands started by caressing my body. They smoothed up along my legs, stroking my rear tenderly before smacking it ever so slightly. It wasn’t the same as the punishment I’d received earlier. This was softer, barely a love tap, and it had the effect of sending desire straight through my body.

 

I moaned.

 

He let his hand wander inward until I felt it at my inner thigh. He caressed my leg there, then grabbed it, massaging it with his hands. I felt an achy need at the apex of my thighs and desperately wanted him there. I was trying my damnedest not to say anything so I wouldn’t disappoint him, but I couldn’t resist.

 

“Please, sir. Touch me.”

 

I heard the smile in his voice as he answered, “I am touching you. Be more specific.”

 

I swallowed past a lump in my throat, my need winning out over any embarrassment I might have had. “T-touch my… my womanhood.”

 

“Say pussy,” he ordered.

 

I bit my lip, almost not obeying, but then he gave my rear a harder slap. “I gave you an order. Obey, or I’ll punish you.”

 

“Pussy,” I breathed out. Then I managed, “Please, sir, touch my pussy.”

 

He obliged immediately. I felt two thick fingers plunge into my wetness and I moaned loudly. It didn’t give me relief exactly, because my body only responded to this by drawing up more pressure, more desire. But I felt better. It took the edge off.

 

“Good girl,” he told me. “I want you to refer to it as pussy. And I want you to call your breasts tits. I want you to call that tight little hole in your rear, your ass. If you call them anything else, I’ll punish you. The only time you may refer to them as other things is if we are in public. Here, with me, I expect a dirty whore mouth. Are we clear?”

 

I groaned, but managed to get out, “Yes, sir.” His demands served to make me hotter, wetter, and more turned on than ever. I wasn’t sure if that made me a little messed up or what, but I didn’t care.

 

“I want you to taste yourself,” he told me and my eyes went wide.

 

I looked up at him, surprise written across my face. But he was serious. He was still slipping his fingers inside of me, wetness spilling over his digits, and I suddenly knew what was coming.

 

“Open your mouth, pet.”

 

I obeyed. My lips parted and I let my tongue slip out just enough to wet my lower lip. He grinned wickedly at me, then pulled out his fingers. I actually whimpered at the loss, but then he presented them to me.

 

“Lick them clean,” he told me, then he pushed them into my mouth.

 

I closed my mouth around the two fingers and sucked. The taste was… tangy. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but definitely not something I was used to. It was almost sour, but a little sweet with a kind of kick to it that I expected with blackberries or lemons. Tart, almost.

 

“That’s it, pet,” he groaned, getting off on it more than I was. When his fingers were cleaned, he pulled them away. “You make the perfect dirty girl,” he said to me, his smile telling me it was praise.

 

I felt… accomplished. I couldn’t say why, but there was something about the pleased tone to his voice that made me feel some sort of pride. Like the best thing I could have done was taste myself for him.

 

I expected him to put his fingers back into my core, but he didn’t. Instead, I watched as his hand went to his own hardness. He wrapped his large hand around himself and stroked several times, his body tense and straining. After only a few strokes more, he settled himself between my legs.

 

My body flushed as I realized he was getting ready. My already aching core seemed to all but scream for him to push inside me already. To build up this pressure inside of me until it was finally ready to explode. I craved it so badly that I almost begged him, asked him to do whatever he wanted so long as he did it now.

 

I felt the head of him press against my opening and sucked in a harsh breath.

 

Oh god, please!

 

He rubbed himself along my swollen lips, collecting the moisture there and smoothing it over his bulbous head. “I love how wet you are. Tell me this is all for me,” he all but growled at me.

 

“Yes, sir. It’s all for you, sir. Please, I need you.”

 

He continued to rub himself along my opening. “I told you. Be specific. What do you need?”

 

I let out a stuttering breath, but managed to get out the words. “I w-want you… I want you to… to be inside me.” Biting my lip, I had to force myself to be more specific, to be dirtier. “I want your cock inside my pussy.”

 

“That’s a good submissive,” he praised. “I like you dirty. But only for me. Understand?”

 

I whimpered, but nodded. “Yes, sir.”

 

“Good.”

 

Then he thrust. It was long and hard and unceremonious. If last night he’d been kind and gentle, tonight he was demanding and rough. I found I enjoyed it just the same. A swell of a scream filling my chest and spilled out of my throat as he hit the very back of me. Once again, I was filled and stretched until there was no more room left.

 

I was still sore from the night before, but the soreness was nothing compared to the pleasure. It was chased away by it. I was consumed by it.

 

Above me, Jules groaned. “Fuck, you’re still tight.”

 

His hands gripped my hips, keeping me from rocking around too much due to the sling wrapped around my body. Thanks to the straps holding my legs open, he had easy access to my body and he took full advantage of that now.

 

He began to move within me, his hard erection sliding within my wet channel as he took a hard, furious pace.

 

“I want you to know you’re mine,” he growled at me, his hands gripping my hips so hard that I thought there might be bruising later. “I want you to know that this body is mine to do with however I please. That I can shove my cock inside your pussy whenever I feel like it. Do you understand?”

 

Amidst my cries of pleasure, I managed to find some coherent words. “Yes, sir! Yes!”

 

I didn’t even care what I was saying yes to.

 

My body was on fire, my core so filled by him that something inside of me felt complete. Like this was how it was supposed to be. The leather straps wrapped around my body, keeping me from moving or touching him only heightened my sense of pleasure. I was completely at the mercy of this strong, virile man, and I loved it. I didn’t understand it, but I loved it.

 

He pounded into me as fast and as hard as he could until his body began to shake with the effort. I saw his shoulders tense and his face contort into a pleasure so exquisite it was nearly pain.

 

With a roar of victory, he spilled himself inside of me once again. I felt spurt after spurt of hot liquid fill my insides, his hips pressed tightly against mine as his member twitched inside of me.

 

I don’t know how long it took before he’d emptied himself, but I knew when he was done because he began to soften within me. I waited as he panted above me. Although I hadn’t found my own release, I did have satisfaction. Satisfaction from knowing that my body had brought him to his own undoing. It was almost better than actually reaching an orgasm of my own.

 

Almost.

 

When his softening cock finally slipped out of me, he pulled away from my body, careful to lay me back so that I didn’t rock onto my arms. I was aware of the warmth that was leaking from my center, soaking the sheets beneath me.

 

“That was satisfying,” Jules told me mildly, like he’d just had a good meal. “I’m going to clean up now. You, will wait here. Just as you are. I want you to think about what we just did. About what is slowly slipping out of your pussy. When I come back, I’ll finish you.”

 

My eyes widened. Finish me? The promise of that pleasure sent a shiver through me and I watched him go, hungrier than I was when he’d first begun to touch me. I couldn’t wait for him to return.

 

I did as he said, mostly because I didn’t have much other choice. I thought of how he’d been inside of me. Of how he’d tied up my body and ordered me around and made me suck off my own taste. It served the purpose of making me even hornier.

 

It seemed like I lay there for ages, images of what we’d just done lingering in my mind, my body slowly growing sore and stiff thanks to the straps still wrapped around my body.

 

Just when I felt like I’d reached the moment where I needed to beg him to come back to me, he returned.

 

He’d found a pair of low slung leather pants, though he remained shirtless. His hair was a little tousled, but in a sexy way that a lot of people strove for. He approached me calmly, taking his time. It made me squirm, needing him to just get over here and finish me, just like he’d said. Hell, I’d finish myself if only he’d release at the very least my hands.

 

But he just looked me over casually, walking around the edges of the bed, like he was examining a car before buying it or judging a piece of modern art.

 

It should have embarrassed me to be trussed up like I was and naked, while he just looked over every inch of me. But I wasn’t. I was turned on and bothered and desperate for anything he might be willing to give me.

 

Finally, he came to the side of the bed and sat down. I felt the dip of the mattress and sensed where he was; close, but not close enough that we were touching.

 

Which was a goddamned shame, because that was what I needed. “Please, sir,” I heard myself whimper, my voice pleading and pathetic. But I didn’t care.

 

“Please what?” he asked me calmly, letting his eyes slip over me without urgency or care.

 

I swallowed, wiggling in my restraints. “Please, sir, you said y-you would finish me.”

 

He pretended to think about it. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

 

I nodded quickly.

 

After a moment, I felt his hand creep across the bed and finally slide against my side. “Well, I’m a man of my word. I guess I’d better do as I promised.”

 

His hand moved up my side to my hip where my leg was bent thanks to the restraints. He gave me a hard squeeze, then let his hand slip down to the inside of my thigh. I whimpered. He smiled at me, almost sweet, but with wickedness beneath. He let his fingers dip down and slip between my thighs to find that hot, wet core. I knew that his own fluids still coated me, could feel them on my lips and my thighs, but he didn’t seem to mind it.

 

“I made a mess of you, pet,” he commented, tracing my outer lips. “Did you enjoy that?”

 

I whimpered again, then managed a, “Yes, sir.”

 

“Good. I brought you something else you might enjoy.”

 

I didn’t have time to ask him what it was, because after he said that I heard a light buzzing sound and then felt the vibrations as he pressed a small, round bead against my buddle of nerves. I screamed involuntarily as a shock of hot pleasure shot up my body. His large finger pressed the little bead against my nub and held it there, letting it vibrate rapidly against my flesh.

 

My body jerked against it, the sensation more than I could handle, but so good that I wanted it badly.

 

“That’s it, pet,” he told me in a deep voice. “Take all of that. Let the sensations overtake you. I want you to come and we’re not going to be done here until you have. At least three times, so you’d better get started or it’s going to be a long day for you.”

 

I barely even registered his words. The vibrating little toy was working like an electric shock being sent through my body over and over again. I could feel my body clenching and releasing, trying to find relief amidst the powerful sensations.

 

He moved the bead around slightly, tracing a circle around my bundle. I cried out something incoherent, not even sure what I was saying myself.

 

Pressure inside me began to build. Heat washed through me brought on by the intense shocks eating me up inside. My legs twitched, my toes curled, and if I could have, I would have clenched my legs shut and arched my back. But the straps kept me firmly in place. I was completely at the mercy of this man and his deliciously cruel little toy.

 

“Feel it,” he told me sternly. “Cry out your pleasure. Beg for more – or for mercy. And then come for me. I want it. Now.”

 

I couldn’t say what it was about his orders, but I obeyed them exactly. I cried out in pleasure. And I begged him to stop and to never stop. And then I came. White hotness washed over me and my whole body seemed to convulse. I knew that I found release on his hand, two fingers playing with my entrance as I nearly wept from my climax.

 

I came down from my high slowly only to realize that the little bead hadn’t stopped yet. It was still vibrating against my swollen, sensitive nub. Aftershocks mixed with new ones to begin the wonderfully torturous climb toward release again.

 

“Please, sir—” I croaked, but I didn’t even know what I was begging him for.

 

His fingers fondled my entrance before plunging in again. I groaned and he spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, “I told you, pet, I want you to come at least three times. We won’t stop before you do.”

 

And those words set off my second one.

 

I cried out and let the pleasure roll over my body like a tidal wave. Fire burnt down along my skin and my breaths were short, labored, almost painful. I came down faster from this orgasm, but the bead was still there and his fingers were now pistoning in and out of my wetness.

 

“That’s it. Just one more for me and then I’ll let you rest. Just one more, pet.”

 

I couldn’t believe he wanted another. I couldn’t believe that I was still responding to the vibrations that were relentless against my nub. And most of all, I couldn’t believe that I wanted to come for him just as much as I wanted to come the first time.

 

His fingers thrust into my opening and the bead buzzed against my clit and I was losing my damn mind. I was a ragged mess, my body shaking and trembling, my lungs desperate for air. My heart beat like a hammer in my chest and sweat poured off my naked body to soak the sheets below me. I couldn’t give him one more. I couldn’t do it. It was all too much—

 

And then it ripped through me a third time. My voice was hoarse, barely letting me even utter the broken sound.

 

That was it. The third and final orgasm. My body was so sore and exhausted that I could have slept right there, even wrapped up in that harness with me legs half pulled to my chest. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I needed to sleep.

 

But I didn’t have to sleep in the harness.

 

Gentle hands undid the cuffs around my thighs and slowly eased my legs out onto the mattress until they were straight. They ached, but stretching them out felt so good. Those same hands reached behind my back and undid my hands. They rubbed at my wrists to soothe where the leather had rubbed my skin. Then finally, they took off the straps completely and set them aside.

 

I was free and so tired that I didn’t think I could walk even if I had to.

 

Those same hands traced over my body, not sexually, but soothingly. They belonged to Jules, of course, and some part of my sated brain marveled at how soft he could be.

 

“You did such a good job,” he murmured into my ear as his body stretched out to lay down beside me. I felt his warmth along my length and found myself turning to snuggle into it. “I’m very pleased with your performance.”

 

My eyelids were heavy, but I managed to get out a meek, “I’m glad, sir.”

 

“I know you’re very tired now,” he murmured, softly stroking my damp hair. “But you need to get cleaned up. That’ll be stiff and sticky on your skin if you let it dry.”

 

I whimpered a little, definitely not liking the idea of getting up. Not even if it was for a practical reason.

 

I heard him tut me. “Now, now. We have to clean up after we play, Allison. That’s part of it. If you don’t do as I say, I’ll have to punish you.”

 

Part of me debated resisting anyway. But I wasn’t really feeling resilient or rebellious. Just tired. And if cleaning up now meant I could sleep after, then I’d do it. Better than finding out punishment meant I wasn’t allowed to sleep at all.

 

That would not fly with me.

 

So I sighed and said, “Yes, sir.”

 

“Good girl.”

 

He helped me up. My body was so tired that my arms went limp almost immediately and I even sagged against him. I could barely keep my eyes open, even standing, but Jules was kind. He braced me with his own body and half carried me to the bathroom downstairs. Then he helped me shower, taking extra care to wash my sore and sensitive womanhood, and making sure that my hair was clean. When we were done, he even dried off my body for me.

 

I almost asked for a robe, but remembered what he’d said earlier.

 

You will spend the weekend naked.

 

So I just let him lead me, completely naked, my wet hair dripping cold water down my bare back. He took me back to the bedroom and tucked me beneath the covers. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.