He just shakes his head. “It’s not your choice whether you handle it, Doll. I am the one who decides what happens, and you are still getting punished.”
“I know, but please!” With a tortured cry, I yank on the ropes holding my hands, but they don’t budge.
“Control yourself, Doll,” Mikhail orders, reinforcing the words with a sharper strike that sends a spike of agony throughout my body. “No screaming.” His grip gentles then, and he runs his thumb over my sore sole. “We’ll be done soon, and then we will move to more pleasant activities.”
Determined to obey, I scrunch my eyes closed and grind my teeth together to prevent the screams from escaping. Since the pain is impossible to ignore, I focus on Mikhail’s hand on me, on the long fingers pinning my ankle down, on the thumb that occasionally strokes my inner ankle.
After perhaps twenty more agonizing strikes, Mikhail finally sets the cane down.
“Please,” I whimper, choking on a sob.
My face is no doubt a snotty, teary, blotchy mess, but Master still smiles as he cups my cheek. “Good girl. You made it, Doll, and you have pleased me very much.”
Relief floods my aching body like a soothing tidal wave. I made it. I have pleased him. He’s not angry anymore. Still, I feel like I should keep apologizing. “I’m sorry.”
“Ssh. We will not talk about it again. You made a mistake, but you took your punishment, which means your mistake is forgiven and forgotten.”
“T-thank you.” My voice is hoarse from the crying. There’s a copper taste on my tongue, and I realize I must have bitten my tongue or the inside of my cheek. Everything hurts, even the parts of my body that were spared from the spanking. It’s all worth it, though, because now I feel lighter, right again. Everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be.
“It was my pleasure, Doll,” Master replies with a grin before diving between my legs. I moan as his tongue swipes at my tender pussy lips. He circles my clit, but before I can fully focus on the sensation, his tongue is gone again, this time laving at the back of my thigh. Master groans in absolute bliss. “Fuck, you taste so good. Your cunt and your blood. It’s exquisite. Taste yourself, Doll.”
One more lick at my thigh and my pussy and then he’s moving up my body, his mouth crashing against mine. I open for his tongue and moan as I taste myself off of it. I wish I had Mikhail’s cum in my mouth so we could combine our flavors.
“Fuck,” Master groans. He licks me until I’m squirming with need, my arms yanking on the ropes and my legs wrapped around his shoulders and neck, but of course he doesn’t let me come. “I’m not done with you yet, Doll,” he murmurs as he unties my hands. “I will never be done with you.”
Chapter 41
Mikhail
Doll sobs as I make her stand up, her feet surely screaming in pain. It’s delectable, and I can’t help licking her cheek to taste her tears. Fuck! Almost as good as her cunt. And her blood? Jesus fucking Christ, I never knew I’d be into that, and I certainly didn’t plan to make Doll bleed, yet I already know today won’t be the last time I taste her blood. Later, I will absolutely look up some blood play ideas, but right now I just need to be buried inside one of my Doll’s waiting holes. I considered face-fucking her, but I think I’ll go with her cunt or her ass tonight. Perhaps one, then the other. Yeah, that sounds better. Even better is when she chokes and struggles and clenches around me.
“Come,” I order, and Doll hisses in pain as she obediently follows me to the bathroom. I start the water to fill the sink, then turn to braid my Doll’s hair. Once I have a long braid to hold on to, I tie her hands behind her back and make her bend over so her shoulders rest, no doubt uncomfortably, against the edge of the counter, her face right over the full sink.
She gasps and trembles as she realizes my plan. “M-Master?”
God, I love the fear in her voice. I could live on her tears and whimpers. Wrapping her braid around my hand, I ask, sharp and deliberate, “Who do you belong to?”
“Y-you, Master,” she whispers back, still deliciously terrified.
“That’s right. Everything you are belongs to me. Your body, your mind, your soul and your heart. If I decide to drown you and fuck your corpse, you can’t do shit about it because none of this is your choice. Is that clear?”
“Y-y-yes, M-Master.”
Her breathing is quick and shallow now, on the edge of hyperventilating. While her fear is enjoyable, I don’t want her passing out, so I tug her braid to crane her head back. “You will not die, Doll. I told you, I’m not done with you, and corpses really aren’t that much fun. Now, deep breath.”
As soon as she sucks in a sharp gasp, I push Doll’s head into the water. Ignoring her squirming, I line my cock to her pussy and thrust inside in one sharp stroke. She’s so wet that I slide in easily, her tight heat enveloping me like coming home. Yes. This is where I belong. Inside my Doll. It’s where she belongs, too. There’s no way she wasn’t made for me. She’s too perfect a fit for this to be a coincidence. No, someone created Grace just for me, to be my obedient sex toy, my cock warmer, my everything.
Her body twitches and she squirms harder, her bound hands flexing as she tries to reach me. Her cunt squeezes me so exquisitely I see stars, but I resist the urge to hold her under just a few more seconds and pull her head out to let her catch a fewcoughing breaths. As soon as she takes a breath without heaving, I push her back under and start fucking her in earnest, holding onto her hip to avoid slamming her shoulders into the counter too hard. I repeat the process several more times, giving her just enough time to make sure she doesn’t drown before shoving her face back in the water. She squirms and writhes and clenches around my cock, and I think I might have died and gone to fucking heaven.
My balls draw tight and the beginnings of an orgasm tingle through me, but I push it back. I’m not ready for this to be over, and Doll won’t be in shape for a round two. She’ll probably crash the second I stop drowning her, and fucking them while they’re unconscious really isn’t my thing. I like my toys awake so they can moan and cry for me. Pulling out of her pussy, I give her a longer breather as I spit into my palm. I could go get lube, but fuck it. I taught my Doll that her Masters won’t always bother with lube or prepping her, and that she has to be prepared to take them anyway. It’s time to put those teachings to good use.
I rub the spit between Grace’s ass cheeks, and she moans when my fingers circle her asshole. “Enjoying yourself, Doll?” I get a desperate whimper, and then she’s in the water again. She freezes when I press the tip of my cock against her tight ring of muscle. When I force myself inside, there’s a burst of bubbles, and Doll writhes so forcefully she nearly knocks me over. I pull her up and laugh. “No screaming under water, Doll. Just be a good girl and take my cock.”
“Master… Please…” she whimpers, but I’m not interested in what she has to say right now. Once she takes a breath, I shove her head back underwater and hold her there as I tunnel through her asshole until I’m fully seated. It’s fucking heaven, and the way she squeezes me as she starts running out of air borders on painful. I won’t last long, so as I start fucking her in earnest, I move my hand from her hip to her clit. There are bubbles again,but this time I don’t let her up until she stops fighting and her twitches grow farther apart. Then I yank her head up and let her cough out an impressive amount of water.
“Focus, Doll,” I soothe as I rub her clit. She coughs and sobs, but moves into my touch, desperate for release.
“Please…”
