Still smiling, he offers me his hand.It’s a courtly gesture, but I can’t help the chill that runs down my spine as I see a familiar gleam in his blue eyes.He again looks like a dark angel, his sublime beauty tinted with a faint shadow of evil.
Swallowing to get rid of the sudden knot in my throat, I place my hand in his and let him lead me upstairs.It’s better this way, more civilized.It allows me to pretend for a few moments longer—to hold on to the illusion of having a choice.
When we enter my room, he has me undress and lie down on the bed, on my stomach.Then he ties me up again, binding my wrists tightly behind my back.A blindfold goes over my eyes, and pillows under my hips.It’s the exact same position in which he took me last time, and I can’t help tensing as I remember the agony—and the ecstasy—of his possession.
Is that what he’s going to do?Have anal sex with me again?If so, it’s not that bad.I survived the last time, and I’m sure I’ll be fine again.
So when I feel the coolness of lube between my cheeks, I try to relax, to let him do whatever he wants.A toy slides in, the invasion startling but not particularly painful.I can definitely tolerate it.As before, he leaves the toy inside me as he gives me a massage, relaxing me, arousing me with his touch.He kisses the back of my neck, nibbles on the sensitive spot near my shoulder, and then his mouth travels down my spine, kissing each vertebrae.At the same time, his finger slips into my vaginal opening, adding to the tension coiling low in my belly.
My release, when it comes, is so powerful that I buck against the mattress, my entire body shuddering and convulsing.While I’m recovering from the aftershocks, Julian withdraws his finger, and I feel cool air on my back as he leans away from me for a second.
The lick of fire along my buttocks is as sharp as it is sudden.Startled, I cry out, trying to twist away, but I don’t get far, and the second hit is even more painful than the first, landing on my thighs.He’s whipping me with something, I realize.I don’t know what it is, but I can hear the swish in the air as he brings it down on my defenseless ass, again and again while I sob and try to roll away.
Apparently tired of chasing me all over the bed, he unties my hands and then ties them above my head, securing my wrists to the wooden headboard.
“Julian, please, I’m sorry!”I plead, desperate to make him stop.“Please, I’m sorry I was prying.Please, I won’t do it again, I won’t—”
“Of course you will, my pet,” he whispers in my ear, his breath warm on my neck.“You’re as curious as a little cat.But sometimes you should let things slide.For your own good, you understand?”
“Yes!Yes, I do.Please, Julian—”
“Shh,” he soothes, kissing my neck again.“You need to accept your punishment like a good girl.”And with that, he pulls back again, leaving my back and buttocks exposed to him.
I try to scramble away, but he catches my legs, holding my ankles together with one hand.He’s strong, far stronger than I could’ve imagined, because he’s able to hold my flailing legs with just one arm while whipping me with the other.
I can hear the swishing sound his prop makes, and I can’t help the screams that escape my throat each time it lands on my ass.My butt and thighs feel like they’re on fire, and the blindfold is soaked with my tears.I want it to stop, I’m begging him to stop, but Julian is immune to my pleas.
It seems to go on forever, until I’m too hoarse to scream and too exhausted to struggle.I can’t even gather enough energy to keep my muscles tense, and somehow that seems to help the pain.I relax further, make my body go limp, and the pain becomes more manageable, each lash feeling less like a bite and more like a stroke.
As the whipping proceeds, my world seems to narrow until nothing exists outside of the present moment.I’m not thinking anymore; I’m simply feeling, simply being.There’s something surreal, yet incredibly addictive in the experience.Each swish brings with it a sharp sensation that pulls me deeper into this strange state, making me feel like I’m floating.The pain is no longer unbearable; instead it’s comforting in some perverse way.It’s grounding me, providing me with what I need at that moment.A warm glow spreads throughout my body, and all my worries, all my fears disappear.It’s a high unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
When Julian finally stops and unties me, I cling to him, trembling all over.Without the blindfold and the restraints, I feel lost, overwhelmed.As though knowing what I need, he pulls me onto his lap and cradles me gently in his arms, letting me cry against his shoulder until I no longer feel like I’m going to fall apart.
After a while, I become cognizant of the hard length of his erection pressing into my buttocks, which are sore and throbbing from the whipping.The little toy he put in my ass before is still there, lodged securely inside me, and I realize that the warm glow within me is different now, more sexual in nature.
Apparently sensing the shift in my mood, Julian carefully lifts me and positions me so that I’m facing him while straddling his lap.My hands are on his shoulders, and I can feel the powerful muscles playing under his skin.With my thighs spread wide, the tip of his cock presses against my sex.The smooth head slides between my folds and rubs against my clit, intensifying my arousal.I moan, my head arching back, and he slowly enters me, penetrating me inch by slow inch.With the toy in my ass, he feels even bigger than usual, and I gasp as he goes deeper, filling me with his thickness.
It feels good, so unbelievably good, and I moan again, tightening my inner muscles around his shaft.He groans, closing his eyes, and I do it again, wanting more of the sensation.
He opens his eyes and stares at me, his face taut with lust and his eyes glittering.I hold his gaze, fascinated by the fierce need I see there.He’s as much in my thrall right now as I am in his, and the realization adds to my desire, further heating up my core.
Raising his hand, he curves his palm around my cheek, wiping away the remnants of tears with his thumb.Then he bends his head and kisses me, as tenderly as I’ve ever been kissed.I revel in that kiss; his affection is like a drug to me right now—I need it with a desperation I don’t fully understand.
I close my eyes, and my hands slide up his shoulders, finding their way into his hair.It’s thick and soft to the touch, like dark satin.Pressing closer to him, I rub my naked breasts against his powerfully muscled chest, delighting in the feel of his hair-roughened skin against my sensitive nipples.His lips are firm and warm on mine, and the cock inside me is unbelievably hard, stretching me, filling me to the brim.
Still kissing me, he begins to rock back and forth, causing his shaft to move within me ever so slightly, sending waves of heat throughout my body.However, each movement also serves as a reminder of the earlier beating, and a pained moan escapes my throat as my sore buttocks rub against his hard thighs.He swallows the sound, his mouth now consuming mine with unrestrained hunger.
His hand slides into my hair, holding it tightly as he devours me with his kiss, his hips rocking harder, adding to the pressure building within my core.His other hand moves down my body, and then he presses on the toy, pushing it deeper inside my rear passage.
I fly apart.My orgasm is so strong, I can’t even make a sound.For a few blissful seconds, I’m completely swamped by pleasure, by ecstasy so intense that it’s almost agonizing.My body shudders and undulates on top of Julian’s, and my movements trigger his own release.
In the aftermath, he holds me, stroking my sweat-dampened hair.I can feel his shaft softening within me, and then he reaches between my butt cheeks and tugs on the toy, carefully pulling it out.
Then he makes me get up and leads me into the shower.
15
Nora
