I let my senses sink into him. The brush of his hand on my punished flesh, the scent of his cologne conjuring up memories of the nights I’ve spent with him. With him, I’m safe. I’m never alone.
“What else do you fear that you won’t allow anyone to get close to you?”
He tugs the gag out of my mouth. I clamp my lips down. I’m too raw and wide open, ready to spill all my secrets. He rubs his thumb over my lips, and I turn my head away.
“You’ll tell me. I will know everything about you, Inara.”
I can’t tell him the truth. No one knows it about me. No one can. It will kill me if he finds out.
“Five with the cane,” he announces. I don’t have time to brace myself. By the time I tense my muscles, it’s too late. He slashes the rod across my ass and adds three more lines underneath. The cane is wicked, biting the backs of my thighs. I cry out, ugly, choking sounds that seem more animal than human. But I’m eager for each stinging slice. I want him to brutalize my fragile flesh, create something durable, something new.
My arousal gushes out of me. I’m so wet the dildo is sliding out. Rex pumps it in and out of me. The hard plastic stimulates me deeply but isn’t satisfying. Even so, my orgasm rises, the tension twisting from the depths of my womb. My breathing grows heavy. My groan echoes in the depths of my soul.
He pulls the dildo out before I can come.
“One to bar the gate,” he warns. The cane slices diagonally across all the horizontal welts he made.
My shriek reaches new heights when he seals his mouth on me. He licks over my heated skin, soothing the marks he made, and plunges his tongue into my sex. I come so hard I see supernovas bursting like fractals, splintering my mind.
He keeps sucking on my clit, and I shout,no-no-no, because he’s forcing me to come again. I’m straining, trying to get away from his inexorable mouth, but I’m bound too tightly. It doesn’t keep me from struggling anyway until my skin is slick with sweat.
He forces me through one orgasm and then another and smacks my pussy, forcing the shockwaves to go on and on. His palm on my sex makes a wet, slapping sound.
He releases my arms and pulls me off the bench. I turn my face to bury it into his arm. “No, don’t hide from me,” he murmurs, lifting me easily and striding forward, carrying me toward some new torture. “Tonight, you give me everything.”
* * *
Rex
My main livingquarters is a penthouse above the dungeon, a short elevator ride away. I carry Inara out of the elevator and head to the bathroom first. She’s still cuffed and blindfolded and, for the moment, obedient. She jumps when I start running the water, but once I’ve stripped down to my briefs, I run my hands down her shoulders and check her fingers for capillary fill, and she relaxes. My check-ins are guideposts on the dangerous highway we travel that allow her to lose herself in the journey.
She needs my care and control. She craves it.
She was born to be mine.
I lay a towel on my lap and guide her to sit with her legs splayed and draped over mine. It’s awkward for her in the cuffs, but I angle her so she can relax against my right shoulder. She’s so much smaller than me; I can manhandle her like a doll.
The washcloth, shaving gel, and straight razor lie ready for me. I start with a warm washcloth on her sex to soften the hair and skin. She doesn’t startle until I spread copious amounts of gel over her pretty pussy lips.
“What—”
“Shhh. Don’t move, little bird. I don’t want to cut you.” She goes rigid as I set the straight edge at the valley between her labia and upper thigh. I carve a clean path through the white lather, rinse the blade in the running water, and repeat. Her skin is flushed red where I spanked her pussy, and I go slowly so it only takes a single pass to leave her smooth.
“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I’m good with a blade.” She stops breathing. She’s a living statue in my arms, but I enjoy the intimacy, the deep level of trust. She can’t move or see; she can only submit.
All too soon, it’s over. I stroke the smooth petals of her sex to check for any stray hairs, then wipe her clean and pat her dry. I rest my hand on her chest to bring her back to life. “Breathe. This part’s over.” I wait until a sigh eases out of her to add, “From now on, I’m the one who cares for this.” I cup her between her legs so she knows exactly what I mean. “And I will be shaving you often.”
My bed waits on a raised platform in the dark cavern of my bedroom. Like the furniture in the dungeon wing, I had the bed specially made for her. It’s large enough for an orgy, and the frame is sturdy, with rings ready to tie her.
I lay her out and kneel over her, cuffing her to the headboard. Then I tie her ankles and pull the rope so her legs rise over her head. The position folds her in half and bares her freshly shaved pussy and bottom to me.
I started preparing her downstairs with my fingers and the dildo, but she’s not ready to take me yet. And I need her to be ready before I unleash myself on her.
I run my hands down the backs of her thighs, tracing the vicious cane marks I left from knee to rear. She whimpers, still blindfolded. I pet her sex. Her pussy lips are wet and plump, ripe for eating.
My cock protests when I stretch out on the bed, propping myself up so my face is level with her sex. Other than my hard dick digging into the bed, I make myself comfortable so I can feast. Her salt-and-honey scent makes my mouth water.
I lay my mouth on her again. She’s delicious, a dripping peach, and I could eat her all night and not find my fill. I swipe my tongue up and down her slit, lapping her up. I dig my fingers into her abused flesh, punishing her all over again.
