Page 28 of The Secret Club
I feel the jiggle of the bed as Aaron climbs off. I stay exactly how he left me, straining to listen to what he is doing. I hear a drawer open and close, and feel the bed indent again as he climbs behind me. I feel air shift before I feel the blow against the flesh of my bottom. Air is knocked out of my lungs as a wooden paddle collides with my backside.
Whoosh, another hit and this time I yelp out loud. Another three slaps hit me in quick succession hitting me in the exact same spot and I scream. My bottom is on fire, ablaze with the fury he is raining down on me.
“You can make as much noise as you want now no one can hear you.”
Tears start to pool in my eyes before they roll down my face in sobs as more slaps come down relentlessly on my fleshly bare skin. Aaron shifts his angle and hits one cheek and then the other in a painful rhythm until all I feel is pure fire. I stop screaming and just take the punishment, the one Aaron wanted to give me.
And then I feel hands caressing my painful skin. “Beautiful Roxy, so beautiful. Your skin is blooming like a flower in stunning colours. You took your punishment so well,” Aaron whispers, I can hardly hear him from my panting and blood pumping around my ears. Aaron sounds like he’s in awe. I wonder what my backside looks like right now. How bruised my skin must be.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Aaron exhales.
I can hear him undoing his jeans and then his zip directly behind my raised throbbing bottom. I then feel the head of his long cock being lined up to my entrance before he thrusts all the way to the hilt. The deep thrust takes my breath away and I cry out. Aaron is rough, his fingers digging into my hips before one moves away and a second later a familiar vibration starts in my arse. I buck back onto Aaron’s cock, wanting everything he can give me. I’m desperate to find my release that has been building for what has felt like hours. Aaron must be able to feel the vibrations too, low throaty rumbles are coming from behind me and his movements become frenzied as I chase my climax that is threatening to unleash at any moment. My body is trembling, his body is thrusting wildly, hitting my spot deep within, building me higher until my soul shatters around me and I come so hard around Aaron’s cock, my pussy spasms clenching around his cock prompting Aaron to fall over his ledge too.
“Fuuucccckkk!” is all that comes out of Aaron’s mouth as hestills and I feel his release coat my insides. Coming down off his high. “That was…” he trails off, only letting out a deep satisfied sign.
Slowly, gently, he pulls out his semi erect cock and I feel our combined desire release and trickle onto the bed. I waiver in my position on all fours and Aaron reaches out his hands to steady my swaying waist, still on my knees with my bottom in the air. The vibrations stop from my butt plug and my body feels like it’s floating.
“Hold still, I want to watch us leak out of you.” I do as he says, holding still despite my trembling muscles.
“Bare down.”
I obey and clench my core and feel more warm liquid seep out of me and onto the bed.
“Turn around and clean me up.”
Like a baby lamb on fragile legs, I move around on hands and knees so my head is facing Aaron’s softening cock as he kneels in front of me. I lower my head and begin to lick from base to tip, tasting the muskiness of myself and his salty release. I lap and then suck on his cock as it starts to become semi hard once again and then lower my head to lap at his balls, making sure he is clean. I sit back on my heels and look up at Aaron.
He reaches out both hands and holds my face up to look at him, his thumbs gently caressing my cheeks.
“And now the bed.”
I look down at the mess that had only just leaked out of me and lower my head to the puddle, making sure to keep my arse high in the air. I flatten my tongue and lap up our juices like a kitten enjoying milk. This is filthy, the dirtiest thing I’ve ever had to do. But I want to do it, I like tasting us combined and I love feeling his gaze on me, knowing I’ll do anything he says. I lick at the wet patch until there is nothing left except my saliva. Sitting back up to meet Aaron’s watchful eyes, I see approval and something else. Desire? Hunger?
Aaron’s hands reach for my face again but this time they bring my face to his and his tongue reaches out to lick my lips, then a bit deeper, his tongue demanding entry into my mouth. I open for him and feel his body push against mine. His tongue laps at mine, tasting us on my tongue. My nipples pebble against the heat of his lean chest underneath his shirt as he devours my mouth one deep lap of his tongue at a time.
Panting, we break apart, my lips feel puffy and abused. I look back up at his red lips, wanting more but knowing I can’t ask for that. I can see on Aaron’s face he wants more too but instead of reaching for my face again, he pushes back onto his heels away from me and clears his throat.
“I need to take care of your bottom and help you back into your clothes. It’s time, Frank is outside.” I see a change in his demeanor, a warmth radiates from him despite a hint of sadness in his eyes. Aaron climbs off the bed and grabs something out of his drawer.
“Lie down on your front please.” His tone is soothing, a gentle request that contrasts with his previous demands.
I do as he asks; he pulls my cheeks open and pulls gently on the butt plug and it slides free. He then wipes me down before tenderly rubbing a cream from a tube onto my ferociously sore bottom. “This is arnica, it will help with the bruising. Take this tube home with you and apply liberally after you’ve showered and before bed.”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir,” I reply as Aaron then helps me gingerly off the bed and starts to dress me. First my bra, then my skirt and shirt, doing up each button like he would a child. I notice the thong is nowhere to be found but I don’t bring it up. Lastly, he places a shoe on each of my feet and I feel like Cinderella and he’s the prince.
This morning has messed with my head if I’m thinking about fairytales. I need to reflect on that later. Aaron opens the bedroom door as he says, “This way,” almost in a subdued tone.I follow him out of the door, back down the stairs and towards the door. I get the feeling he doesn’t want me to leave. I also don’t want to leave.Can’t we just lie in the bed and snuggle for a little while?But no, this has to end, I have to leave. The fantasy is over. My job here is done. Sadly.
Standing in front of the door Aaron clears his throat again and says in a raspy throaty voice, “Thank you Roxy, you were the perfect submissive.”
“Thank you, Sir, my Master.” I don’t know what to say without gushing and turning into a puddle right in front of him. Emotion rises in my throat, and I swallow it down. I can’t say any more words without my feelings giving me away so I don’t.
Aaron opens the door. Just before I step outside, he holds one hand to my cheek and I automatically lean into it. His last touch. I worship this man for his gentle touches and caresses. My eyes betray me as they begin to pool, I smile gratefully and say, “Goodbye Sir.” As I step out of the door and head towards Frank.
Inside the blackout windows I look back at the closing door and let the tears fall before I put the blindfold back on and Frank pulls away, turning up the radio as he heads towards my business office.
15
Arriving at my office, I thank Frank and say goodbye. I feel completely and utterly drained. An emotional wreck. What just happened to me? I text James to let him know I’m back safe and try to let my work consume me. Only it doesn’t. I can’t shake how Aaron made me feel. His commanding dominance, his depravity, his caresses. My yearning for more. The need to see him again, be submissive again and to earn his rewards.
