Lean on Me

“That's us. And I have a lot of them. Isn't that nice?” With one foot, he pushed Hector's dome-shaped doghouse closer and dropped the toy bag behind it.

She tried to kick him again when he approached, but with her wrists hooked to the railing, her aim sucked.

He grabbed her waist and thighs, flipped her, and laid her, stomach down, over the damn doghouse. The pebbled plastic was cold, and the position humiliating. She wiggled furiously, trying to slide off.

“Be still.” He slapped her butt, and the sting ran right through her, straight to her pussy.

A strong hand gripped her foot. He buckled a cuff around her ankle and chained it to the back of the doghouse. Her toes rested on the plastic ridge at the bottom of the igloo.

With an implacable grip, he pulled her legs apart, then chained the other ankle.

Excitement and anxiety struggled inside her. A second later, she felt his fingers touching her intimately. “For someone playing hard to get, you're damn wet, sweetie,” he murmured.

Hard to get? He had her spread open over an igloo! She tried to look back, but her head and shoulders lay halfway down the curved side.

He fingered her and pushed something long and cold into her vagina. Her body jerked with first surprise, then a surprising pleasure. Oh, she'd wanted this.

Lubricant squirted between her butt cheeks. Oh, no, not that again. She struggled, jerking against her restraints, knowing there was nothing she could do. “Hijo de puta. Chíngate!”

“No, I intend to fuck you, little sub.” With a low chuckle, he pushed one of his damn plugs into her butt.

Slick, stretch, burn. She gritted her teeth. He'd obviously chosen a bigger size this time.

“You kicked me, called me names, and cursed me. I'd say you earned a reprimand, wouldn't you?” She heard him rummage in his bag. “Let's go for ten.”

“Pinche idioto, let's not.” Oh, she was the idiota, letting her mouth get—

Something smacked her bottom, and her hands clenched. Not hard, he hadn't hit her hard. His hand stroked gently over the spot, taking the tiny sting away.

Another smack. What he used was flat, not as solid as a paddle or cane. She craned her neck, trying to see.

He noticed and held up the long piece of leather, twice as wide as a belt.

Whack. She jumped at the hard blow, her arms jerking against the chains holding them down. That one hurt more.

“You may count the strokes, pet. Don't lose track or I'll start over.”

That…cabrón. He'd already hit her three times. Pendejo. “I don't think so. With my hands tied, I can't see my fingers to count.” Oh, bad, bad mouth. She'd just doomed herself.

A huff of laughter, then the sound of rummaging in the bag. “You, mouthy little sub, have earned this tonight. And the beating that you're going to get.”

She could feel her muscles tighten even as her nipples got so hard they scraped against the rough plastic.

He knelt beside her, holding something in his hand. “Open your mouth.”

Madre de Dios, no! She clenched her jaw and tried to turn her head away.

His thumb and fingers pressed on the joints of her jaw, forcing it open, until he could push in a hard rubber ball. He fastened straps behind her head as she glared at him.

Gagged? He'd gagged her?

“Hooting three times together or”—his grin flashed—“screaming three times in a row. That's your safe word.” The caress on her cheek was disconcertingly gentle considering he planned to beat her. As he walked back, she yanked on her arms. Her legs. Nothing moved.

His fingers grazed up the inside of her thigh, warm and firm, straight up to her pussy. Suddenly the dildo came to life, buzzing softly, shooting currents of excitement through her.

When he touched her clit, she was so wet that she knew she'd been very aroused before he even touched her.

Hard hands kneaded her bottom. And then he stepped back. “Since you didn't want to count, I'll just continue till my arm gets tired.”

Madre de Dios. She laid her cheek on the cold plastic, not letting the groan escape.

The leather snapped against her bottom. Soft, then harder, the sting never overwhelmingly painful. The vibrations from the dildo kept her body distracted as pleasure ran through her, meeting the stinging pain until the two merged. Until pressure started to tighten her insides.

He stopped and ran his hands over her bottom, his hands cool against the burning. His touch hurt, and yet more excitement soared through her. His fingers slid between her legs, and then he stroked over her slick clit. Her hips lifted involuntarily. More, more, more.

He pinched the nub lightly, and she jerked and whimpered.

“Yes, I think you can take some more,” he said. And then the plug in her butt turned on too.

Her legs went rigid as the nerves in her bottom shocked to life. She moaned, unable to move, to do anything. Even to speak. Her brain fuzzed, leaving her nothing except the touch of his hands and the sensations running through her.

His fingers circled her vagina, then up and over her clit, spreading the slickness. Tightness coiled her insides, the pressure of need increasing with each circling movement. She panted around the ball in her mouth, her jaw clamping down on it as the humming increased and the vibrations sped up inside her. His fingers squeezed her clit between them, and she whined. Please, please, please.

Whack! The leather slapped her bottom. Her teeth dug into the ball at the burning sting, and her jerk shoved her clit even tighter between Señor's fingers. The stab of pleasure raised her to her tiptoes.

He hit her again, the pain shearing her brain from her feelings and pushing her against his hand. His fingers rubbed her clit. Her legs tightened as the vibrator seemed to shake her whole body.

Another blow, harder, stinging as he stroked over her clit, and the overwhelming sensations smashed into the vibrations inside her—every nerve exploded as her vagina convulsed, battering the hard dildo and plug with waves of exquisite satisfaction that shattered her. She strained against the restraints as her body shuddered.

He pinched her clit again, sending another spasm through her, and his hand caressed her sore bottom, mixing the pain and pleasure together. A tremor ran shook her. And another.

When her body finally stopped shuddering, she could feel her heart hammering out of control. She let herself go limp, stretched across the igloo like an exhausted sacrifice.

She looked like a virgin—well, maybe not virgin—sacrifice, draped on the gray dome, the moonlight streaming over her golden skin. Cullen grinned and removed the vibrators. Her moan sighed out as his fingers set off a few more aftershocks, and the scent of her arousal drifted around him. He tossed the toys into a receptacle, and just the noise made her quiver.

He grinned. The last trace of his black mood had disappeared with her noisy orgasm. God, seeing her bound, making her come—nothing equaled that feeling. Damned if he didn't need to get her off again, just to top off his evening. He ran a hand over the dark pink skin of her ass. She whimpered, her body no longer processing the sensation as enjoyment.

He didn't enjoy dealing out pain for pain's sake, but he loved using it to heighten a sub's pleasure until she went brainless. He ran his hand down her legs, spreading her even more open. Her pussy lips glistened, calling to his cock. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her, let her milk him dry, hear those high screams again as she got off.

But he wanted her louder next time. He knelt beside her shoulders and stroked her cheek. She stirred and looked at him with dazed eyes.

Smiling, he unfastened the ball gag and used the shirt at his feet to wipe her face.

The flushed cheeks from her orgasm diminished the effectiveness of her glare. “You gagged me!”

He tossed the red ball in his hand a couple of times. “Did you speak?”

Soft, sweet lips clamped shut. Her curved eyebrows drew together.

He ran a finger over one. “The attitude needs to go too, sweetie. I'd hate to have to pull out a cane. Your ass is already pink enough to satisfy me.”

Oh, that one took more work, but the look disappeared. He barely managed to muffle his laugh. Damned if she wasn't even more contrary than Kari and Jessica. God, she pleased him.

She wet her lips. “Let me go. Please, mi Señor.”

“Not yet, love. Did you know the doghouse is just the right height for me?”

She frowned, not getting it at first, not until he rose and unzipped his jeans, letting his cock spring out.

Her legs tensed as he walked back.

Her clit was still soft with the aftermath of orgasm, but no matter, he had just the thing to wake her up again. After sheathing himself in a condom, he pulled another toy from his bag and a packet of lube and set them on her back. Her muscles there flinched.

He ran his hands over her smooth skin, tracing down the small bumps of her spine, massaging her hot curvy ass until her muscles relaxed. Soft little sub. Swirling his cock against her pussy, he spread her slick juices around the head. She'd taken him enough times recently that her body could accept his size now, and his time of easing in was over. Gripping her hips, he drove into her in one hard thrust.

Wet heat enveloped him as her startled cry escaped, and her ass jerked, letting him even deeper.

Leaning forward, he cupped a breast in each hand to anchor himself, and started a hard-hitting rhythm, his body too eager to go slow this evening. The slope of the igloo tilted her hips downward just enough that he could thrust slightly upward, adding the power of his legs. Her ass was round and hot against his groin, her breasts soft and warm in his hands. When he felt her nipples pucker and tighten into hard nubs, he smiled.