Page 8 of Rock Bottom
“Ten, Sir. I apologize for touching myself and testing you.”
He leaned forward and flicked the nipple he’d been working on three times, so fast it seemed impossible he’d managed it, and then he grabbed it, pulled it a few inches higher than it should be able to go, twisted it between his fingers with a grip so tight it felt like one of the strongest clamps, and then suddenly let go of it and slapped the tit five times without pause.
And then did the same thing to my other nipple and tit.
I came close to reaching for his arm to stop him, caught myself, and stuck my arms behind my back. I have enough control not to try to stop a Dom who’s punishing me, butfuck, he acted so fast and soharsh.
Finally, he held both nipples between fingers that felt like iron clamps and said, “Now that I know you’re well trained, no orgasm without permission, along with no touching yourself unless ordered to. How long has it been since you had anal sex?”
“A while, Sir. At least a month.” My voice came out barely more than a whisper while I dealt with the sharp agony of my nipples being squeezed, twisted, and pulled all at the same time.
“Then we’ll put that off for another day.” He released my nipples and motioned off to my left. “Stand beside the bed and bend over it.”
Hand spankings usually start out as more sting than thud, but often end up being equal parts of both.
Julian’s hand was so fucking big it covered my entire ass and then some, and it hurt worse than any paddle I’d ever felt. The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot, and heat bloomed across my skin in a rush that stole my breath. I clenched my teeth, fighting the instinct to flinch away. It’s always this way for the first strikes, without a proper warm-up, but Iwantedto be here, wanted his hand on my ass — the impact, the heat, the dominance — so I stayed.
I had the sense he was testing my training again, seeing if I’d hold my position without needing to be told, so I made sure to keep my hands up over my head, fingers tangled in the blanket, even though he hadn’t ordered it. I needed him to know I could take it. That I wanted to.
He alternated the speed, sometimes pausing long enough I’d start to relax. He spent a good amount of time rubbing my ass with his huge hand, soothing the pain back into something almost bearable, before the next round.
Then he’d warn me I was about to get twenty all at once, and pain would rain down on my ass, nonstop, over and over and over until I choked on my tears and spit. Each strike blurred into the next, heat and ache and shame and relief all coiling together in my chest.
He lifted me into his lap a few times, wrapping those massive arms around me until I felt like I might come apart if they weren’t holding me. He murmured things in my ear, low and patient.
“I know it hurts something awful, dear Silver, and you’re so lovely with tears running down your face. Feel the pain for me.”
The words sank into me deeper than the blows had, raw and honest like whipped cream on top of a steaming mug of spiced hot chocolate.Feel the pain.
Before long, his feminine voice was just Julian’s voice — commanding and real.
He’d unwrap one arm from around me and slide his fingers in my vaj and work me up until my breath stuttered, or wrap a hand around my dick and give me just enough friction to set every nerve on fire — but never enough to tip me over. Never enough to let me forget who was in control.
“I’m not sure exactly when it happened,” he told me while he held me in his lap, my head resting against his shoulder, my pulse still trying to find a steady rhythm, “but somewhere along the line, pain began to equal affection. Doesn’t matter whether I’m giving it or receiving it.”
He pressed four fingers into my vaj and spread me until it hurt, and then held still, opening me so wide I could barely breathe, forcing me to feel every trembling inch of myself held open just for him.
“Affection, dear Silver.”
By the time he rolled me over, donned a condom, and crammed his huge dick into my pussy, I’d have followed any order he gave me. My brain was empty static, my whole body nothing but need and surrender.
I have a short pussy and a little dick, but Julian figured out right away his dick’s a lot longer than my vaj, and he somehow managed to fuck me to multiple orgasms without bruising me to hell and back inside.
I thought we were finished when he disposed of the condom, and I was already drifting in a haze of sweetness and ache, throbbing all over in the afterglow, but he returned and went down on my dick until I shot off, stars bursting behind my eyelids, and then he fingered me to another orgasm even though I begged him to please,please, have mercy on my pussy.
After my last soul-shattering orgasm, he held me and petted me, fingers tracing circles on my hip, over my ribs, the side of my throat. I didn’t realize I was crying again until he kissed the tears from my cheeks.
His phone dinged, a tiny sound that felt like the cruelest intrusion, and he sighed against my temple.
“I regret that I must leave, dear Silver. If you’ll tell me your number, I’ll send you a text so you’ll also have mine.”
I gave it to him, still half in a dream, and a few seconds later, I heard my phone ding on the nightstand.
“At the end, you were figuring me out, right? Figuring out if everything actually works, or if it’s just decorative?”
“Oh, I realized from the start that everything can be pleasured.” He cupped my cheek, his expression soft and so open it made my heart melt inside my ribs. “The two orgasms at the end were to make sure I didn’t…”
He paused as if searching for the right words, and then shrugged, a small, almost shy motion that didn’t match the man who’d just wrecked me. “I wanted to honor both parts of you. I didn’t want you to think I liked the girl parts of you more than the boy parts. It’s more convenient to play with your pussy merely because my dick fits into it, but I didn’t want to completely play favorites during our first tryst.”
