Putting two long fingers to her lips, Thomas ordered, "Suck these, little girl. Make them slick." That might have been a whimper as she opened her mouth, but his bride did as she was told, round, apprehensive eyes on his.
Plucking them from her mouth with an audible pop, he smiled devilishly as his fingers slipped down between the lace and her skin, running lightly -Too lightly, damnit!she thought disjointedly - and slicked along her wet lips.
Lauren cringed when her terrible Sir chuckled. "And here I thought you might need some assistance, so shy and blushing. Only to find you quite sleek and wet all on your own, aren't you, baby? Hmmm?" Thomas pushed harder on her slick center and she went up on tiptoe.
"Yes, Sir!" Lauren gulped. With a sudden movement, he had her on his lap, erection pressing into her back and her legs flung over his, splayed open, exposed.
Tucking his chin on her shoulder, Thomas nudged her. "Look down, baby. You're going to be doing this all on your own next time." Watching his thick fingers sink into her made Lauren want to die of embarrassment and also greedily thrust her hips up at the same time, wanting to drive him deeper. "Now, every woman has her own secret places," her diabolical Sir commented, "not found in some boring anatomy book. One must study the ways she moves-" Thomas pressed hard on one spot inside the girl and tapped her clit with his thumb. Lauren's back snapped into a very satisfying arch and she let out a breathless shriek, trying to close her legs against his straying digits and held open all the same. She was tingling and if he would just touch her one more- "Ah, yes. So lovely and responsive," Thomas approved, "and here's another..." Two fingers drove ruthlessly up her channel and pressed hard, just under her cervix, putting his other warm hand over the spot from the outside.
"Oh, god-" Lauren choked, grabbing fistfuls of his suit jacket and burying her face in his neck.
To her consternation, he smoothly withdrew both hands and briskly slapped the top of her slit with two wet fingers, enjoying her pained yelp. "Not yet. Did your Sir give you permission to come?"
"No, but you-"
One big hand suddenly gripped her pussy hard enough to make Lauren reach down and grab his wrist, trying to pry him loose. "Remove your hand."
A cold flush went down her spine, making the girl's interest in her orgasm dissipate instantly. "Yes, Sir," Lauren managed.
Thomas nuzzled tenderly against her neck, the gentle move at odds with his newly frigid tone. "For the rest of your time in this room today," he not-quite snarled, "you will say only 'yes, Sir' or 'no, Sir.' Do you understand?"
Watching his hand raise threateningly over her flushed, swollen lips again, Lauren managed to get "Yes, Sir!" past the screech strangling in her throat.
Turning her face to his, Thomas gave her a sweet kiss. "There's my good girl. Now, off my lap, kneel on the cushion next to the bed." He knew her hesitation was from fear, but a low growl got his darling up and moving. Opening the large chest next to her, he grinned, watching her eyes dart to the open lid and back again. The first thing he removed was a neatly coiled rope. Running a length of it down one stiffened nipple, Thomas spoke again, "This is Shibari rope, little one. No harsh fibers to scratch your pretty skin." Suddenly it was wrapped over each shoulder and outlining both breasts tightly. "Put your hands behind your back, each hand holding your other arm."
She was shaking as she did it, but Lauren obeyed, managing to whisper, "Y-yes, Sir." She felt him smooth her hair, resting her cheek against the hard length of his cock, still fully dressed in his expensive suit.
"Such a good girl..." Thomas purred, his voice so deep she could feel it vibrate against her. "Spread your legs, sitting on your heels." Another rapid looping motion had her arms bound in position, pushing her small breasts out quite shamelessly and then each thigh tied to the shin under it, effectively immobilizing her and keeping her on her widely spread knees. Hitching his trousers gracefully, Thomas knelt and rested on his heels, his expressionless gaze searching hers. "You know, darling, not being able to see what is being done to you, how I am playing with your lovely little body heightens the sensations, desperately trying to understand what is happening to you... it's utterly delicious to watch." Lifting one hand, Thomas held up a vibrating wand. "But occasionally I do enjoy the look of shock on your innocent face."
Helpless to move from her lewdly displayed position, Lauren could only watch this dark, deadly man who owned her begin stroking the wand over her center, dipping shallowly into her passage to slick up the buzzing torture device and move it up towards her hopeful clit, circling without touching it. "Oh..." it was an exhale of breath that was suddenly gasped back in when the wand pressed firmly against the little button.
Thomas felt his cock impossibly harden more, hearing his sweet girl's little gasps and moans. "Does that feel good, baby?" he purred solicitously.
"Yes, Sir," Lauren moaned, her hips unconsciously pushing forward, trying to get more pressure. Her eyes popped open as he pulled the wand away, gazing up at him reproachfully.
His brows drew together and she was suddenly hiked off the cushion and on her back on the bed. "Pouting?" he said sternly, "Acting like a little brat? Your Sir is disappointed with you." The cane was suddenly back and there were three red stripes on the inside of both her spread thighs, but Thomas counteracted the fiery sting by putting his mouth over her pussy in an open-mouthed kiss, slurping greedily. When he could feel her pulse against his tongue, he pulled away again, enjoying her choked-off groan of protest. "I can see I must assist you in being good," he was his most terrifying Number Two, rising above her with a frown. Lifting her head, the man slipped a stretchy band over Lauren's eyes. "No more sulking, hmmm?" Next were two little vibrating, egg-shaped devices slipped inside her, making his sweet little bride clench her hands into fists, determined not to beg. His warm mouth was suddenly on her left breast, gently toying with the soft skin while his fingers viciously pinched her right nipple, the combination painfully arousing, leaving Lauren confused but wildly turned on. Then his mouth and fingers switched sides and it began again.
This time as she started feeling the tremors that meant her sadistic Sir was about to bring her to orgasm, Lauren bit her lip harshly. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. She wasn't going to beg him just so the horrible man could just edge her off again, she wasn't going to give HIM the satisfaction of- "Oh, god! Please, Sir!" This was cut off in a scream as the cane snapped another six blows in rapid succession on her ass. The vibration of the toys inside her intensified, counteracting the searing heat of the new strikes, turning her behind a dark rose.
"What phrases did I give you to use here, little one?"
Lauren didn't know whether to moan or cry. "Yes, Sir a- and AH!" Apparently, there was a higher speed on those goddamn eggs. "And no, mmmmm... no, Sir."
"Very good, remembering that will keep you from another caning." But Thomas continued to torment her, playing with toys and his fingers and tongue, bringing her to the brink and taking her back down with another permutation of pain. After an hour, or twenty, maybe it was a week she was past knowing, Lauren was sobbing, it was at the point that becoming aroused was acutely uncomfortable, adding to the strikes and stings and swats on her sensitive parts. The goddamn rope her satanic spouse had bound her with tormenting her by rubbing against her breasts, between her legs. Thomas had removed the bindings holding her arms back and legs apart, only to put her on one of those leather chairs- she knew they were weird! The big comfy chair had nearly invisible bindings for her hands, and the leather footrest rose as the chair was angled back and split into two pieces, perfect for holding her legs wide apart again.
Thomas sat on the leather ottoman between her legs, currently smoothing his hands up and down her shaking legs and murmuring soothingly. Reaching up, he removed her blindfold. "Do you know why your Sir has kept you from your release for so long?"
Lauren's teary eyes focused on him. "I... no, Sir." she managed, still sniffling.
"Two reasons, baby," the feel of his big, warm hand still sliding up and down her spread thighs was oddly comforting, but she forced herself to focus. "First, you will learn how to control yourself, you will not orgasm until I've given you permission. I will help you until you can develop the discipline. Secondly..." Thomas's beautiful face turned sly, knowing as his eyes narrowed and he bent closer to her swollen and sore pussy. "And secondly, I will teach you how you can experience pain at the same time as pleasure. How one can heighten the other." Lauren moaned and almost started crying again as his dark head dipped to kiss her tenderly on her stubbornly swollen clitoris, apparently indifferent to the harsh treatment visited upon it. Thomas was still dressed for the office, perfectly put together while she was covered in marks, sweaty and her hair a snarled mess. And naked, something that always seemed so much more acute when he was not. "Do you wish to come now, sweetest girl?" Her mouth was open, but Thomas could tell Lauren didn't know how to answer him after such a lengthy bout of edging. He pulled open his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock was hugely hard, he'd borne the discomfort of no relief for the entire session as well, it made him feel closer to her misery, to understanding his pet. "I will make you come now baby, as many times as you like. Just say, 'I beg you to allow me to come.' And then thank me for your education today."
THANK him? Lauren was rigidly furious. Thank him for everything she'd been put through? Her cruel Sir wasn't waiting for her required speech, putting the head of his cock at her entrance and circling it slowly. "This poor, tender cunt is trying to pull me in, darling," he purred. "Be a good girl now. Beg..." he gave a little push, just barely breaching her with the thick head of his cock, "...me, and your Sir will make it all better."
Lauren couldn't think of a time she'd hated him more, but she stared at the gorgeous man who was currently torturing her with that wide, heavy cock. He'd made her love it. Crave it. And that need had her suddenly speaking rapidly, "Please Sir, I beg you to allow me to come!"
Thomas pushed his cock in halfway. She was so swollen from his various ways of tormenting her softest parts that she felt even tighter than usual, and he closed his eyes against the beauty of his bride's gaze fixed on his and mouth open and gasping. "Such a good girl," he smiled approvingly, circling his hips a bit and enjoying her moan. "Now, baby. Thank me for your instruction and I will fuck you senseless." He enjoyed watching her struggle, not yet grateful, not understanding the dynamic he was creating for her. But she would. "Now, thank your Sir..."
Lauren's thighs were shaking and she felt herself rubbing against the thin line of hair leading down to his cock. Suddenly her feet were lifted and the crop delivered a sharp slap to the soles of both. Her corresponding shriek was quite satisfying, Thomas thought. Another sharp slap delivered to her pinked ass made his sweet girl blurt, "Thank you... thankyouformyinstruction! Sir!" With a satisfying push, Thomas seated himself inside her fully and enjoying the fluttering of all that soft tissue clutching his shaft. Waiting for Lauren's galloping heart rate to slow, he kissed along her neck, whispering filthy endearments until she was calm enough to begin sliding in and out. They watched each other, the girl with hopeful suspicion and he with dark intent. As his darling's breathing became heavier, Thomas rubbed the coarse hair at the base of his cock against her. And as she began climbing the hill he'd been building for her, the one that guaranteed a sharp and wildly satisfying plunge into orgasm, he lightly bit her earlobe. "You may come, sweetness." But just as she nearly fell over the edge, her diabolical Sir slapped her ass- hard.
