Chapter 28 – Mariah
“You look so beautiful up there, Mariah. I hope you know that.”
I was gasping for air and I could have cared less how I looked at the moment. The cuffs held me snug in place and my eyes were open because they had to be. I wanted to close them with each touch and swipe of his whip, but I had been instructed to watch him. If I took my eyes off of him I would be punished. I knew that the punishment would involve him taking away what I needed to come. That was always how he did it. He knew that I liked punishments, so when he was upset because of my actions, it was taking something away that made me really think.
“Are you ready to come yet, Mariah?”
I nodded my head and begged him to finish me off. The smacks moved to my core, and although it was already feeling sore and red, I still wanted more. It was never enough, not even close.
“Yes, please, daddy, I need to come!”
He chuckled at me and told me that I had to have more patience. He did this as he moved closer and increased the tempo of the short slaps on my core. It was now only his hands touching me, his fingers rubbing slightly on my clit before he would pull back to strike again. I was ready to lose it, but then all of the stimulation stopped and I was left whimpering in frustration.
“Please, daddy! I need to come.”
He told me that I was being too vocal. “You’re going to be gagged if you can’t control yourself, Mariah.”
Sighing to myself, I tried to close my eyes and find my center. It was hard to control myself when I was filled with such needs and desires. I couldn’t hold it together, and instead of focusing on something else, I pulled on my arms like I was trying to free myself.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head that I didn’t. I was trying not to get gagged. The ball in my mouth was never something that I wanted. It took what tiny bit of control that I had left, and I wasn’t ready to give it up.
“Then come for me, Mariah.”
His fingers moved to my slit and rubbed on the swollen nub that rested above it. It was hard and fast, everything that I needed but the bit of pain to push me over the edge. I needed that to get off, and the longer he rubbed me, the more frustrated I became. Why was he not giving me what I need so badly? All I needed was a hard pinch on my nipples and I would be coming like he desired.
“Please, daddy?”
I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but Scott seemed to know what I needed the most. The thing was, he refused to give it to me.
“You’re going to have to come the old-fashioned way. I don’t want you stuck in this rut all of the time, Mariah. You need to learn to be pleasured in all ways that I see fit.”
His words may have been right, but they only aggravated me even worse. I didn’t want to learn a new way. The old way was fine. That would do it for me if he would just play along.
“Please, daddy, I’ve been a naughty girl.”
“No, you haven’t, but if you are your punishment will not be what you want. I’ll stop touching you altogether if I have to punish you, Mariah.”
I whined at his answer and tried my best to focus on the pleasure from his touch. It felt good, he always did, but it just wasn’t quite enough. No matter how hard I tried, there was no possible way for him to please me this way. It was a lost cause, but I knew not to argue with him. I was afraid that he would stop touching me and just leave me down here chained up.
I think Scott got aggravated, because before I could say anything or come, he was moving away.
“I want to give you something a little different than you’re used to. I usually concentrate on pain because that’s what gets you off, but I want you to see that there are more ways. Not just pain.”
It sounded good in theory, but I knew myself. It was the only way that I could get off. It had been one of the many contentions between me and Greg. The fact was that I needed the pain far more than I needed him touching me.
He helped me down and rubbed my shoulders. I didn’t even know they were sore until he moved his hands away and helped me over to the stocks that I had admired so much before. I didn’t know how this was going to help with his plans, but I was thankful for a new position that wouldn’t pull on my arms. I was content to get inside of it, and I only shivered a little when he closed it and locked my captured hands.
I closed my eyes because I hadn’t been told that I couldn’t. Scott’s hands rubbed on my thighs and pulled my panties down my legs. It was all that he’d left on me, and I could tell I was dripping wet by the way his fingers slid against me.
As his fingers got bolder, pressing against my innocence, I had to wonder if he was going to take me right then and there, like this. It wasn’t the worst idea, but I wanted more of his hard hands on me, not this. I wiggled my ass, silently begging him to slap me a few more times. The heat was cooling, and I was about to lose my mind. I just needed a little more.
“Please, daddy. I need to come so bad.”
He reminded me that I was supposed to be silent, and I bit the bottom lip to silence my whimpers. I was starting to realize that he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted, and it ate me up inside. I wanted pain more than anything else in the world at the moment.
The rubbing increased, and like before, it would take me to the edge, teeter me there, but never push me over like I needed. I was exhausted from being so close to toppling over for so long. He had to know that he was driving me crazy. I couldn’t see his face behind me, though. I didn’t know what his next touch was going to be. All I could do was feel.
When I felt something wet and hot on my clit, I knew that it was his mouth. He licked me slowly and I heard the groans coming from his throat. I loved the way he sounded and I closed my eyes again. Now I could feel everything so much more. So close…
Scott must have known: even though my begging was incoherent, the pushing back against his mouth was easy enough to read. I wanted him to bite me, do something to give me what I needed. His lips locked around my slit and started to suck hard. It was the last straw, and I came so hard I saw stars behind my closed eyelids. It was just too perfect, and I was left gasping as his hungry mouth continued to ravage me. Soon my begging was for him to stop. I couldn’t take it anymore. Only then did he oblige me with a soft slap on my ass.
“You taste good, Mariah, so sweet. Is that the first time you’ve come without pain?”
My mind was blurry, but even so I was sure that it was. It had started as a sort of accident, but had quickly become what I needed. All of the endorphins that flooded my brain had become an addiction. Now I knew that there was something more. I had actually thought that it wasn’t possible. It hadn’t been before.
“Use your words, Mariah.”
The head shake wasn’t enough. “Yes, daddy. That was the first time.”
He appeared in front of me, but I couldn’t turn my head upwards enough to really see his face. I was about the same height as his crotch, and I hoped that meant he was giving me a way to show him how good he’d made me feel. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue a little bit. I wanted to taste him for just a moment, maybe pleasure him in the same way that he’d pleasured me.
“Just for a minute, Mariah. I still have plans for you. This is not the way I want to come the first time.”
His words were another reminder that there was more to come. In the moments of bliss, I had forgotten that I’d agreed to more. It was the ‘more’ that I’d never felt before, and I still wasn’t sure if I was ready or not.
My mouth was stuffed with his hard meat, and he pressed in until I felt my gag reflex kick in and Scott pulled back out to let me catch my breath. He repeated it several times, holding the sides of my face so that I had to take him all. It was exactly what I wanted, and before long I could feel the need growing in me again. I loved to please him and hear his groans of lust.
He jerked out of me when I started to feel the salty taste of his need. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was close. I mewled with the absence of him. I was ready to taste him. The salty discharge was like a drug to me.
“Not yet, Mariah. We’ve got all night.”
I was able to stand after he unlocked the stocks. I stood up to a bit of an ache in my lower back, and I used the wooden stocks to hold myself up. It wasn’t but a moment before he was lifting me into his arms and carrying me out of the dark room.
“Did you like it in there?”
I nodded my head that I had. I was still a little leery of some of the other contraptions and the idea that I would one day see just how functional they were, but I was starting to feel better about it. Scott could take even the scariest place and make it all okay. It was a gift that he had.
“Where are we going, daddy? Are you done with me?”
“I’m never going to be done with you, Mariah, never.”
He held me closer. I loved the safety that I felt in his arms. I didn’t know if he was just saying that, or what he wanted to do with me forever, but oh, I liked the sound of that. I wanted it to be like this moment for the rest of time. I knew it wasn’t going to be possible, but the idea of it was all that I needed to feel. It made it easier to pretend, if nothing else.
“I hope not, daddy. I don’t know what I would do without you.”