Chapter 4
Katana
The only words I could use to describe Nixon’s body were totally ripped. The bulge in his tight black underwear left nothing to the imagination. He was hung better than anyone I’d ever been with and my pussy was throbbing with need for his massive appendage.
The last click I heard left me pinned to the bed in a spread-eagled position. My negligee was still intact, but I knew that wouldn’t be the case for long as he headed back to me with a knife in his hand. The light glistened off the long blade; my heart sprang into action with the fear the object invoked. I gulped, closing my eyes as I felt the cold blade against my skin.
Soft ripping sounds met my ears as he cut away the flimsy material that barely hid my body from his gorgeous green eyes. Once he had cut away everything, I felt the tip of the knife as he moved it over me. He stopped at one nipple, and I could feel the sensitive tip pulsing. I had no idea knife-play could be so enticing and erotic. Whenever I’d thought about it before, I thought I’d be much too afraid to enjoy it at all.
How wrong I’d been.
The knife went down my side, and Nixon’s mouth came to replace the blade at my nipple. He pulled it with his teeth, and I moaned as a slight pain jolted through me in the best possible way. Then he soothed it with some gentle licks before biting down, making me yelp.
His laugh was deep and sinister. He enjoyed making me cry out in pain. The blade moved up and down my side, igniting both chills and heat inside of me. It would be so easy for him to rip me open with that long sharp knife, yet he wasn’t going to do that. Something inside me told me that.
Nixon pulled the knife over my stomach then up to the other tit, and he moved the edge up until I felt the sharpness at the base of my nipple. One swift movement and I’d lose it. I stopped breathing.
Shit, have I handed myself over to a murderer?
Sure, he’d given me his card with his name and number on it, but what would that matter if I was dead?
The safe word, red, ruminated inside my brain, but before I could say it the knife was gone, and his hot mouth was on my tit. He sucked it hard and long, and the cold knife came to rest on my stomach as he sucked me. I groaned as the pain from his strong sucks mixed with pleasure deep in my core. I’d never felt anything like it. I’d never had anyone suck on my tit with such aggression and for so long, and the climax that washed over me took me by surprise.
“God!” I cried out with the sensation. My entire body pulsed with a very different orgasm than I’d ever experienced.
Nixon’s voice came softly near my ear, “Hush now, slave. We’ve only just begun.”
My entire body quivered. We’d only just begun?
I had already ridden two monstrous waves and we’d only just begun?
Did I have the stamina to make it through the night?
I watched him walk away from me, his fine ass moving with each step.
Yeah, I can find the stamina to make it through the night with him!
My arms longed to wrap around his muscular body, and without conscious thought I pulled to test the cuffs holding them. My legs pulled too, wanting to wrap around him, to hold him to me.
My pussy, still throbbing from the orgasm, wanted more. It wanted him buried so deep inside me that it defied possibility. I ached to feel him all the way up to my heart. And I wanted it now. “Please, Master, take me now,” the words came out with a whimpered plea.
He stopped and spun around. His eyes were hard and cold all of a sudden. “Are you telling your Master what to do, slave? That’s grounds for punishment—surely you know that.”
I didn’t know that. I mean I did, but I didn’t. I thought I’d phrased it in such a way that it didn’t come off as telling him what to do, but I must’ve been wrong.
He went to his suitcase, pulling out a long black leather belt. I gasped as he came toward me and undid all the cuffs. I lay perfectly still. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me around until I was face down on his lap.
One smack with the belt had me yelping, and he gave me three more in rapid succession. “Are you going to tell your Master what to do anymore, slave?”
I gauged how my body reacted to the spanking and found it was on fire. And not in a bad way. My hesitation to answer him had me getting three more hits, and I moaned as I felt my pussy creaming with desire.
I wanted more.
I kept my mouth shut, and he gave me three more before asking, “Does my little slave like to be punished?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “More, please.”
“And there you go again.” He gave me three more smacks then reached under me and inserted his finger into me, finding me wetter than I’d ever been in my life. “Ah, I see why you’re being so disobedient now.” He pumped his finger into me and used his free hand to smack my ass some more.
Insane as it might sound, I was getting off to that in a huge way. His finger kept moving in and out as his other hand smacked me over and over. Then he moved his finger in a come-hither motion, hitting my G-spot—which I hadn’t even been sure I had, as no other man had ever found it, nor had I. I burst into an instant orgasm and cried with the release.
Tears flowed from my eyes like rivers as my body let everything go. The tension I had been carrying around for weeks—maybe even months or years—seemed to turn to water inside me and rushed out of my body through my eyes and my pussy.
Before I knew what was happening, he’d moved me to lie on my back and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. He got on his knees and lapped up the thick cream I’d emitted for him. The sounds coming from deep in his throat made me think he’d never tasted anything he’d ever enjoyed so much. It stirred something inside of me.
Why can this only last one night?
I shook my head at that thought and wiped my eyes. I couldn’t go thinking about the future. Who knew, he might come back for more now and then.
When he’d gotten his fill, he stood up, wiping my wetness from his chin with the back of his hand. “Suck me off.”
I hurried to get on my hands and knees on the bed, and his erection was right at my level. I eased his underwear off his massive cock and found it was hard as a rock.
Taking it in my hands, I looked at the beautiful thing and licked my lips, anticipating how full my mouth would be. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, stretching my jaw, and then licked the tip and took hold of the base of his cock.
Only the top quarter fit into my mouth, and I used my hands to cover the rest. After only a few strokes I felt the need to give him more. He’d given me so much, after all.
I pulled my mouth from him and noticed the look he gave me, his expression one of confusion. But he quickly understood what I was up to ‘when I got on my back and let my head fall over the side of the bed. He smiled and put his cock into my mouth. In that position, I could take him all in, but he’d have to do the moving.
His dick slid into my mouth and hit the back of my throat, making me gag a bit, but he pushed it further down. I closed my eyes as tears began to fall—not because I was in pain, but just a natural reaction to gagging. He moved slowly at first, gradually thrusting faster and faster until he shot his load straight down my throat.
“God!” he shouted as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Fuck!” He breathed heavily as he sat on the bed, huffing and puffing. “No one’s ever done that for me. I’ve always been told I’m too big.”
I sat up, and he turned his head to look at me. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling extraordinarily pleased with myself. “You’re not too big; you’re just right. For me, anyway.”
A smile crept across his face, and he tossed me onto my back and kissed me hard. Our tastes converged, and we both groaned with how well they went together.
When he mounted me, I spread my legs wide for him and he slid right in, his cock hard once more, stretching me to fit his size. It burned, and I moaned with the pain. But then it felt amazing. He was hitting deeper in me than I’d ever been hit. Our bodies worked each other with a force I’d never known.
When we both came at the same time, our eyes locked. I felt it all so deeply. He stilled inside me as we tried to catch our breaths. We just stared at each other, his arms braced on either side of my head, panting like animals. I had no idea what he was thinking. But I had my own thoughts to focus on.
This can’t be real!