Page 22 of Beneath Submission
“That’s my girl,” he exclaimed, stroking the top of my head like I was some sort of animal.
Lifting me to my feet by placing his hands under my arms, he led me over to the cross and instructed me to remove my robe. Removing my robe as he commanded, I knew that soon he would request that the nightgown be taken off as well.
Standing in front of the cross, he began lowering the straps to my nightgown, kissing the top of my shoulder. As the gown fell away, he explained, “This is a St. Andrew’s cross. It is one of my favorite pieces. It gives me great pleasure seeing a woman’s body bound to it.”
Placing his hands on my shoulders, he spun my body around and pushed it back against the cold surface of the wood. Lifting my hand, he restrained it to the cross. I watched in silence as he fastened the cuff. When he finished, he moved to my other hand and then did the same with my feet. Closing my eyes, I only wanted to escape this room.
When his hand came to my face, my eyes sprung open as the sting melted down my cheek. This was his way of telling me that my eyes were to remain open. Watching his every move, he soothed my cheek by placing the back of his hand against it, gliding it downward towards my neck, along my collarbone and down the valley between my breasts.
The grin that took over his face was a tell-tale of what he had in store for me. Cupping my breast with his hand, he kneaded it like bread dough before taking the nipple between his index finger and thumb, pinching it aggressively to a hard peak. Arousal pulsated in my veins, sending a surge of pleasure between my legs. Nuzzling my breasts, he pushed them together as he savagely kissed and licked the tips, alternating between the hard buds. There was nothing that I could do to will him to stop. I was surprised that my body was reacting the way it did, knowing how I felt about this man.
While his mouth was enjoying the taste of my breasts, his hands wandered lower to the apex of my thighs. I knew that once his fingers parted my folds, he would find me wet, enticing him even further to continue with his play. Sliding between my legs, he slipped his finger inside me freely as my juices coated the entrance. I wanted to push against him, but the minute I tried, he bit down on my nipple just hard enough to cause a sharp pain on the tip.
My body was on fire and he was in control of my pleasure. The stimulation on my body was almost more than I could take. Gathering my control, I took in long, deep breath hoping my body would fight off the pleasure he was giving me and stop the release that was begging to break free. Unable to gain the control that I needed, my body spilled every ounce of my womanly fluid.
Feeling fully sated, he lowered the cross to a horizontal position and once again began stimulating my body. Stroking the flogger against my mound, the soft leather straps were beginning to heat my body. The last release was so intense, I wasn’t sure if my body could take any more. I was completely helpless. I began to plead, “Please, Mr. Sakai. No more.”
“Only I can tell you when you’ve had enough.”
As the pleasure ripped through me, the torture to take me only to the peak of orgasm was having a toll on my body and pleading with him to stop was useless. While I was coming once again, harder than the last time, he walked over to the standing chest and removed a set of clamps from the drawer. My nipples were beyond sore from all the stimulation so when he placed the clamps on the swollen peaks, I had no more power to hold back my release.
