Ann

 

 

 

I knew that would do it. I knew he needed to hear me say something like that, so I could finally get my wish. What we've been doing so far was fun. Strange, new, and somewhat humiliating, but incredibly exciting nonetheless.

But I want more. I want something else.

I want him to finally fuck me.

That wish only intensified when I saw him undressed in front of me for the first time. His chiseled physique was too much. He looks like a fucking god, with his hard muscles and strong stance, flexing with every move he takes. He's slightly tanned, but not overly so, matching his brown hair and his dark brown eyes, and his chest is almost completely void of hair, with nothing hiding the hard outlines of his sculpted muscles underneath.

He's perfection. And - to be quite frank - so is his cock.

The way my heart jumped when I tried to close my fingers around his girth was another new sensation for me. I've never been this excited about a man's member. The way he groaned when I sucked him in filled me with pride and satisfaction, but it's nothing compared to the flicker in his eyes when I tell him those words.

"I can't wait to have you inside me, Sir."

He needed that last word for it to work, but the effect is undeniable. Lust flickers in his eyes, revealing a shared desire.

But his words speak a different language.

"Have you ever been spanked before, Button?"

I don't know what to tell him. Have I ever been spanked before? Indeed, I have. But probably not in the way he's asking about right now.

I shake my head. "I don't think so, Sir."

He huffs. "You don't think so?"

"No. I haven't."

"Well, today you've earned your first," he announces.

He leaves me no time to react to his words, but forces me to follow him by pulling on the belt. The more I fight it, the tighter the leather closes in around my neck, almost choking me. I have no time to get back on my feet, but apparently, that's not expected of me anyway. He drags me behind him, pulling at the belt and using it as a leash to force me to follow him on all fours, as if I was his pet.

I want to protest, but am too busy trying to keep my balance and make sure I don't move too slowly, so the belt doesn't choke me too much. He leads me toward the stairs and tells me to get up on my feet as we reach them. I obey, just to be dragged up the staircase with similar harshness as I was dragged along the floor before.

To my surprise, he doesn't lead me to my bedroom, but approaches one of the doors that are always locked. I never knew which one was his office and which one was the bedroom, but as it turns out, his office is at the far end of the hallway. He's leading me through the other one, on the right side and diagonally opposite my bedroom.

There's no conventional lock on the door, but a little display where one has to enter a code of numbers to enter the room. He places himself in front of me so I can't see him typing it in, before I hear the lock clicking and then he opens the door.

"Back down on your knees," he says, before letting me inside. "You'll always be on your knees in this room. Understood?"

I nod as I obey his order and get down on my knees at the doorstep. A strong yank on the belt reminds me to speak.

"Yes, Sir. Understood!"

"I don't like that tone."

I know he doesn't, but it couldn't be helped with the way he was choking me by tightening that damn belt around my throat.

He leads me inside, not pulling this time, and letting me move at my own speed. I'm down on all fours, curiously lifting my eyes as we enter the room I've been so curious about since moving in. It looks very different from the room he prepared for me. While my bedroom is painted light colors, exhibiting tones of pastel white and lavender with matching furniture and fluffy pillows, this room is a stark contrast with its gray walls, the black bed frame, and the steel-colored furniture.

The room is also a lot bigger than mine and features more than just a bed and a dresser. There's a glass cabinet to my right that catches my attention right away. It's filled with whips, leather strings, gag balls, and other utensils that are clearly sex toys.

"Look at me."

His voice is harsh and unyielding, causing me to flinch before I comply and turn my attention back to him. He's towering before me, still sporting an impressive erection and looking down at me with a serious expression that allows no further transgressions.

"Climb on the bed."

He yanks the belt to my left, beckoning me to climb onto the king-size canopy bed. I do as I'm told, relishing the feeling of luxurious silk sheets under my palms and knees.

"Move to the head of the bed, on your knees, close to this side," he commands. "Hold on to the headboard and hollow your back for me. Show me that pretty ass."

I cast him a quick look, reaffirming his very specific order. He juts his chin forward and beckons me to comply. So I do, crawling up to the head of the bed and holding on to the black frame at the headboard while distending my ass and hollowing my back for him.

He walks alongside the bed, closing in on me and leaning over to remove the belt from around my neck. I'm half relieved and half frightened, because I have a suspicion about what his next move will be.

"Three transgressions," he says, still standing next to the bed. "Eye rolling. Correcting me in front of my subordinates. Raising your voice against me."

I'm trembling, unsure whether he wants me to say anything or not.

"We'll start you off slow. Two spankings for each transgression. Six in total."

That doesn't sound too bad, is what I think at first, not taking into account that I've never been spanked with a belt before. I've never been really spanked, period, not like this.

And I had no idea how much it would hurt.

I yelp out in surprise and pain as the first blow hits my skin. I lose control for a second and let go of the bed frame, instinctively covering my back to protect myself, but he won't have it. He reaches for my wrist, closing his hand around it in a tight grip and moving it back to the front.

"Don't move," he says. "You brought this on yourself, Button. Now be strong enough to take it."

I glare at him, but follow his command. I can do this. I know I can.

The second blow brings tears to my eyes, but I'm too stubborn to let out another sound. The pain is more than I thought I could handle, way more. But I know it's only the beginning.

And I'm handling it.

Blows three and four come in quick succession, leaving me little time in between to breathe or process the pain. I couldn't help but shriek out when the fifth strike cuts into my flesh, as I'm still burning with the bruising pain inflicted from the ones before.

I'm shivering, sweat is pearling down my spine and at my temples, trying to cool the heat of agony that the belt has caused. My hands hold on to the black steel frame of the bed as if I'm holding on for dear life, my head low and my hair sticking to the side of my face and my damp back.

"Fucking beautiful." I hear his voice coming from far away.

I flinch when he drapes the belt across my back, gently stroking along my tortured skin while I tremble with anticipation.

And then something weird happens.

It feels good. Very good.

I no longer feel a burning sting, robbing me of my senses. Instead, it has turned into a warm throbbing, exhilarating and calming at the same time.

"What the...."

My voice breaks when I feel his hand between my legs, sliding between my lips with ease, a treacherous slick sound revealing my arousal.

"Enjoying your punishment, aren't you, Button?"

I close my eyes in shame and reply with nothing but an angry growl. Why does he always have to point these things out? Why does he enjoy making me feel this way?

"We're not done," I hiss. "You missed one."

"Oh, I didn't miss it. Don't you worry."

I groan in disappointment when he withdraws his hand. He walks around to the other side of the bed and climbs on top of it, placing himself diagonally behind my ass. I dare a quick look over my shoulder to see what he might be up to, and see him on his knees, holding the belt in one hand while stroking his hardened length with the other.

"Eyes forward, Button."

I pull my gaze away from him, facing the headboard in front of me. Again, I can feel the leather draping across my skin, this time drawing circles on my bruised ass. I mewl, even though the burn doesn't feel bad at all. It fuels my excitement, and I hollow my back, sticking out my ass to let him know that I'm ready. I can take this last one. I want it. I crave it.

Doubts hit me when the blow finally comes, sending an agonizing sting all the way up to my spine. I howl out in pain, and before I can find a moment to recover from the pain, I'm blindsided by his iron-hard cock stretching me as he shoves himself inside of me with one brute thrust. He groans in relish, digging his hand into my burning skin, as he rams himself inside of me. I knew he was big, I could barely get my hand around him. But this feels like so much more. He feels huge, and I'm no longer groaning because of the ache his spankings caused me, but because of the way he stretches me with his enormity. He's relentless, too. I can barely hold on to the headboard as he fucks me like a savage, ramming his length in and out of me in an animalistic assault.

I groan a complaint when he withdraws, turning around to him with an angry glare. But he leaves me no time to voice my dissatisfaction. I'm swung around on my back in no time, his hands pushing up my legs as he stretches my pussy anew, except now facing me. His face is different, almost scary. Dark lines mark his expression and his eyes, his eyes. There's a glare in them that I haven't seen before. A wild, furious, burning flame.

Each time he rams his length inside of me, it sends another wave of ache and pleasure through my core. It's still faint, but my climax is already within sight.

"Come!" he yells at me. "Touch yourself. Do whatever you need to do to come on my cock."

I reach between my legs, finding my swollen clit. Lightning strikes of sensation spark through my core when I start massaging myself. I'm so close, so aroused, after all this build-up.

But I can't come. I can't find my rhythm, and after a while I decide that my hand is only in the way. I retreat and move my hips upward, changing the angle in which he fucks me. He slows down, relishing each and every shove as he continues stretching me. Our eyes meet, and in the darkness of his, I see an idea, blazing with intention. He buries himself inside of me and stays there, his cock stretching my channel as his hand goes up to my neck. I gasp in shock when he closes it around my throat. His grip tightens, cutting off my breathing.

I stare up at him, void of air and filled with a moment of panic, while he continues fucking me, with his hand still wrapped around my throat. Instinct tells me to fight him, but when I reach up for his hand, he shakes his head.

"Don't!" he hisses. "Come. Now!"

I can't breathe, but he doesn't care. He continues to thrust himself in and out, sending waves of pleasure and pain through my core as I continue to fight for air.

Until I don't.

I'm beginning to feel dizzy, my arms helplessly resting at the side of my body, when I decide to give in. He told me not to fight it; maybe I should listen. Trust him. I give in to the vertigo and let it carry my entire being to another place. It feels like I'm floating on a cloud of bliss. That's when it hits me. My eyes widen and my mouth opens for a silent cry when I'm hit with the first waves of my orgasm. Pleasure takes over, removing every worry, fear, or pain, and numbing my senses to anything but ecstasy and delight.

My vision blurs and the last thing I hear is his groan as he joins me, careening over the edge and finding his release deep inside of me. I'm flying, wailing, finally breathing again, before my world darkens and sound and vision are nothing more than a memory.