Page 65 of Submissive Lies

“Good girl.” He kissed the top of my head. “So if we’re done with the warm-up, let’s get down to business.”

I jerked my head around to look at him and caught the predatory smile that creased his face. His hand suddenly darted forward, fisting itself once again into my hair.

“Eyes forward!”

He twisted, and I complied eagerly, looking ahead and down at the sheets in front of me. Once positioned as he wished, he let me go, moving back behind me.

I could hear further shifting from back there, and then the room went silent. When the first lash of the belt came, I bit down hard on the gag, and my cry came out as a high pitched “Ngheeee!” By the sixth fall, I was straining to maintain my position, and my mind was a perfect mess. At the end of the tenth I could feel drool slipping from the corners of my mouth, and my ass felt as if it was creating its own aurora. All perception was focused on it and the sensations emanating outwards from the fire that burnt there. Steve paused after the tenth strike, letting the leather of the belt trace lazy patterns over my enflamed skin.

“God damn you are beautiful, Jen.” His voice was low, hoarse with lust and desire. Even through the roaring in my own ears, I could hear his labored breathing.

“I think you can handle more.”

I felt so good. So incredible. So powerful in this moment. I swallowed hard as he finished the statement, closing my eyes. A sense of euphoria washed over me. I knew I could. I would. For me. For him.

I could sense his presence behind me, silent and still. I suspected he was waiting to see how I would respond before he’d proceed. I gave him what I hoped he wanted. Laying as still as I could, I thrust my backside up, flexing calve muscles to bring me up onto my toes. I presented myself to him. A moment passed, and then I heard him give a low growl.

“Good fucking girl.”

And then the next blow fell.

Ten more lashes. With these, Steve held nothing in reserve. They were quite possibly the most perfect strokes that had ever touched my skin, and I cried with elation at each one. On the tenth I felt my hand moving, and I willed it to stop. I could do this. I wanted to do this.

More. I want more.

But Steve had caught the movement, and he stopped. The belt hit the bed, and then he was alongside me, whispering gently in my ear.

“OK, OK, that’s enough.”

I keened my disagreement, a whimpering cry that I wanted to sound like the begging I would have spoken if I could.

“Shhhhh…” he crooned softly in my ear, his lips brushing against the lobe, and then trailing across my neck. “Stop, Jen. Stop.”

“Damn. You are so fucking perfect.” He reached with fingers and gently stroked my cheek. “You’d go longer for me, wouldn’t you?”

“ESsss!” I nodded as forcefully as I could.

Steve’s chuckle was a warm breath that tickled against my ear. “No. No more. I call ‘bubblegum.’” For a moment, he just knelt there, caressing me. Then his lips came close to my ear again.

“I’d rather fuck you now, Jen. Would you like that? Hmm?” he asked the question softly, but he didn’t need to hear my answer. He knew my response already.

“Tell me, Jen.”

It was a teasing demand, and I whimpered my approval with joy.

Steve slid off the bed. He moved behind me, leaning into me. I felt fingers dig into my ass, and I shrieked into the covers as agony radiated outwards from the ten sunspots he pressed into my flesh. I pushed forward but Steve would have none of that, pulling me back into position. I heard the familiar sound of the condom wrapper being opened, and then a pause as he slid it on. A moment later I felt the tip of his cock brushing between my lips.

“This is going to feel so fucking good.” And then he drove into me.

Fire and fury. Pain and pleasure. That is exactly what I felt as he thrust deep inside until his hips landed against my ass. He held himself there as my back arched. I came up on elbows and fought against a throat that wanted to let a scream rip loose from deep in my chest. I bit down on the gag and let tears scatter from my eyes as my head twisted left and right. I watched in fascination as a thin string of drool moved from my bottom lip down towards the bedcover. It traveled in a way that seemed to defy gravity, as if it was in slow motion and completely out of sync with the movement of Steve as he slammed into me. He was not gentle. He was not kind. He was not making love to me. This was not doggie-style sex masquerading as rough. He was fucking me in the purest, rawest sense of the word.

And I loved it.

His cock spread me open to accept him without any regard to what I was feeling. And I was feeling. God was I feeling. Pain from where his nails dug into my hips. Marks I knew that would be divots dug into flesh in moon-shaped arcs that I was going to be carrying all day tomorrow, if not into the next night. I had been riding the edge of subspace while Steve had whipped me, but this time, unlike last night, I hadn’t fallen immediately into it. No, he’d brought toys, and my mind had been all too caught up in everything he was doing to let me give in and fall over the edge. ‘I have all sorts of tricks up my sleeve,’ he’d said. And he had. I’d been too caught up in the experience of everything Steve had done, and my brain refused to shut itself down. But, now, this… this was simple. Easy. Just raw, primal, powerful, and suddenly there was nothing my mind needed to latch onto. Just the cock sluicing in and out of me without rhythm, through wetness that smeared both of us in a physical confirmation of my need for this. For him.

The voices began to fade. To disappear into the background. From insistent to sporadic to the barest whispers until I began to fall over the edge.

I reached my peak before Steve. It wasn’t much of a challenge at this point. Everything he had done had put me at such a fever pitch that I’d known it wasn’t going to be long before I fell into that vortex. I slipped over the edge and went down, pulled along by the same things that had pulled me into subspace the night before. I dove, followed them, chased after them until the world became only the totality of the sensations my body sent back to me. I knew Steve was fucking me, but not in the same fashion as I normally did. Everything now was narrowed down to the sensation of swollen flesh stretching more swollen flesh, nerves responding to friction and sending back bright pulses of energy in the most primeval of terms. When the world went white, I screamed. Buried my head into the sheets and screamed in a voice that was the purest note of pleasure I could summon. I held it there, an uninterrupted tone that went on until I felt faint from lack of air. And yet I didn’t care. I wanted him to know. I wanted Steve to understand the perfect bliss of this moment. I must have succeeded. When I finally stopped, laying there quaking as my body attempted to put itself back together from the pieces it had shattered into, his strokes slowed. Finally, he came to a stop deep inside me, leaning over.

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