Page 21 of His Beloved Princess
I gasped when he entered me, checking my wetness with his fingers. His low chuckle reverberated through the room, and very soon, I felt his lips and tongue on my ass, licking, kissing, and biting it. His hands traveled over my body, from my shoulders down to my hips and thighs, while I wriggled and moaned, enjoying his touches.
"You're perfect, princess," he said into my ear, slightly startling me because I hadn't noticed when he moved up to my neck. He kissed his way to the side of my face, ending on the cheek. "Let's move to the next part."
He pecked my brow and pulled away from me, leaving me breathless. I wanted to watch him, but it wasn't possible because of the restraints. So I was waiting for him to surprise me again, and the anticipation was killing me.
"First, meet your new buttplug." He took a fistful of my hair and lifted my face from the mattress, showing me a piece of metal with a fluffy tail.
"Lick it," he ordered, placing it into my mouth. "Be thorough, princess. Otherwise, it'll hurt to get it inside."
I gathered saliva, working it as if my life depended on it. I remembered the tearing pain from anal sex, and I didn't want to live through it again. But my muscles relaxed when I noticed Bastian's lube on the nightstand. He was just teasing me. I knew he would never purposely hurt me, so my fear was mainly based on experience rather than from not trusting him.
When he was finally satisfied with my work, he withdrew the butt plug from my mouth and moved to my ass, preparing me. He was massaging my hole while also gently rubbing my clit, and the combination was making me crazy. By the time he inserted the cold metal piece inside of me, I was a panting and moaning mess, begging him for release. But he didn't grant me my wish. He wanted to play.
"Do you remember this?" he asked, and I felt the leather tails of a flogger on my back, moving down to my bottom.
"Yes, sir,” I breathed, expecting him to hit me. Yet again, he didn’t do it. He squeezed my butt cheek with his hand, slapping it gently before moving to my right side. His palm traveled up my back, making my whole body tremble and quiver.
“You are mine, baby girl,” he stated in a firm voice, crouching next to my head, brushing the hair away from my sweaty face. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll feel me everywhere.” He kissed my cheek, brushing his nose along my jaw, smiling softly. “And when I’m gone, you’ll be reminded who you belong to with every move.” He buried his fingers in my hair, raising my head and talkingagainst my lips. “No sentence, comment, or word could make you sad if you know who has your back. You are mine, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.”
Tears welled in my eyes when I was listening to him. He confirmed his statement with a tender kiss, which brought the butterflies in my stomach to life. Because of those horrible people, I almost forgot what an amazing man was sharing his home with me.
I had everything in him. A friend, partner, and lover. He was my rock. Why I was scared of someone when I had him was beyond my comprehension.
"Let's have some fun, princess," he muttered, standing. I only saw his naked legs, and after the command to look up front, I was staring at the headboard, not knowing what to expect. And he never failed to surprise me.
In the beginning, he teased me with leather tails, brushing them against my hot skin or my throbbing pussy. He gave me a few gentle strokes on my ass, preparing me before he started his work.
He didn't lie when he said I would feel him everywhere. He was mostly hitting my bottom, but my thighs and back got an even portion of strokes as well. My skin was stinging. I was crying, moaning, and groaning, not sure if I was in heaven or hell. I was biting the cushion one second because he hit my butt hard, and the next, I was begging him to use more force. I was confused by my own body, not able to tell what I wanted, but I enjoyed it anyway. It was only me and the flogger in Bastian's hand.
Every stroke was bringing me closer to my release, not to the physical experience but to mental purification. I cried out my suffering and humiliation. I let go of the heavy feeling of being useless. I had an image of my mother in front of my eyes when Bastian hit me with more force, and I was screaming my lungs out. It was the pain that brought me peace, that freed my mind from all those horrible thoughts.
At the end of all of this, I couldn't do anything but sob into the mattress, trying to hold on to the one person who always made me smile, who cared for me, and who, even if he let me fall, would always catch me. I was his in every way possible.
While I was trying to recover from the last very intense experience, he released my wrists and helped me lie down. He was kissing and licking my back, gently stroking my ass and inner thighs, then brushing my hair. He was on me everywhere, nibbling my sensitive skin, grazing the marks which he left with his fingers, traveling up and down my arms, and chuckling when the goose bumps appeared. He was taking care of every destroyed inch of my body so he could build me up again. I was thriving under his hands, flourishing in his dominance. It was unbelievable how good I felt after all of this.
"Do you want to talk?" he asked in a quiet, soft voice after who knew how many minutes of touching and caressing me. I wriggled, only to feel that my muscles ached and my ass was on fire. He didn't fool around with these last few sessions. He was getting more intense and passionate about it. It was just a matter of time before I would push him to the limit, and then I wouldn't be able to sit on my butt. And somehow, I was excited about it.
"I'm still plugged." I giggled, moving my arm up his thigh and to his erect cock, instantly craving him inside of me. "Are we going to continue?" I gave him a sideways glance, and seeing his beautiful, honest smile melted my heart.
"Only if you want to," he replied, leaning closer and smooching my cheek. I laughed when he licked me, and I tried to push him away, but he was much stronger than me. He had me under control in no time, spooning me from behind. His hard dick was poking me in my thigh.
"Did it help, princess?" he muttered into my ear, playing with my breast, kissing my shoulder, and moving up my neck. It was difficult to concentrate on an answer when he was spoiling me with his soft lips and playful fingers.
"You have no idea," I breathed, wriggling my butt against his groin, teasing him a little. "How did you know that I needed this?" I was curious about it. It couldn't be just a lucky guess. He would never have risked being wrong with me.
"I noticed that pain helps you to get off," he said, pausing for a moment and brushing his nose against my shoulder. It was like he was trying to find the proper words to explain it. And only when he found them, he continued.
"You're succumbing to the sensation of losing control. You're enjoying it. You're frequently asking for it and provoking me to force you to submit." He hugged me tightly, resting his firm muscular chest against my back as if to shelter me from everything around us. "So, in order to cleanse your mind, you needed to feel intense pain." His hot breath fanned my neck, and I took his hand, entwining our fingers under my breasts.
"Thank you, sir," I whispered, closing my eyes, relishing our closeness.
"You're very welcome, my love," he murmured, and my heart skipped a few beats in a row. Did he just call me "my love"?
I didn't have time to muse about his words because his hand traveled down my hip, and he slightly lifted my leg, entering my body from behind. He moved slowly in a leisurely rhythm, holding me firmly while building my orgasm. His fingers were playing with my nipples, his mouth was kissing my neck, and all I was able to do was moan softly and gently scratch the back of his neck with my fingernails when he rested his chin on my shoulder for a moment.
I loved the sound of his quickened breathing in my ear. When he was whispering to me how amazing my tight hole was and how good it felt to be buried inside me, I couldn't get enough of him and his dirty talk in combination with his affectionate touches. It was a perfect mixture for my climax.
The strong release that he provided for me was magnificent. He blew my mind into the stratosphere, and my exhausted, trembling body gave up in his arms. I almost fainted, feeling the strong pulsating not only in my pussy but in my ass, too. Well, I always wanted to be fucked with a butt plug in, and I could confirm that it was a whole new experience.
