Blackestnights (4 page)

My legs shook, my pussy clamped so tight it pulled the vibrator deeper. I rocked back and forth, fucking myself as best I could. The heat from the spanking intensified the pulsing ache between my legs. I didn’t want to hold out. I didn’t care what he said. I didn’t care what he did to me. I had to come.

With over a minute left on the clock, he withdrew the vibrator. Again, cool air replaced the warmth of the dildo. My cunt quivered, the emptiness unwelcome.

“No.” I sobbed, my forehead to my arms, my defeat evident in my limp posture. This was too much. He’d never let me come. He never intended to give me any pleasure, only to take his.

Black slid his cock inside me, but I didn’t allow myself to respond. I knew he would take me to the brink and then deny me pleasure again.

“That’s good, be my little rag doll.” He jerked my head back by my hair. I closed my eyes, letting tears of frustration leak down my cheeks.

Instead of the same slow pace he’d used earlier, he pounded into me. I was so wet, his thick shaft moved in and out of me easily. His pelvis crashed against my ass, reviving the sweet sting of the spankings and whippings he’d given me.

My nipples tightened, my pussy quaked, pleasure radiated from between my legs throughout my body now that I didn’t want it to.

“No.” I tried to tug my head from his grasp. “I’m not going to climax for you.”

“Yes, you will.” He punctuated each word with a hard and fast thrust. The head of his cock hit my G-spot every time he drove into me.

“No.” I clenched my eyes shut.

A hand still pulling my hair, he snaked the other between my legs and strummed my swollen clit. As soon as his fingertip massaged the pearl at the center, my body erupted with massive contractions.

“No,” I called out, but there was no stopping this orgasm.

Juices pumped out of me like they never had before. I could feel myself squirting, my cunt spasming with ripples of ecstasy, each more powerful than the last. And the intensity didn’t let up.

Black continued to hammer me, his fingertips now tugging at my clit as if milking it. I came for what seemed forever, my thighs dripping with my cream. As I finally went limp, a few aftershocks still shaking me, he buried himself inside me, letting loose his own climax. I was too exhausted to do much more than let him fill me with his cum.

Releasing me, he collapsed on the floor, his chest heaving. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his glistening cock and my cream all over his trousers.

“Look at the mess you made.” He huffed, chuckling as he tried to catch his breath.

“It’s your fault.” I shivered, tiny spasms still darting through me.

Running a hand over my sticky inner thigh, he said, “I suppose you’re right.”

“I’ve never come like that before.”

“Of course you haven’t. You’re too impatient.” He slapped me on the ass and sat up, righting his pants.

My arms, knees and back ached from holding this position too long. I wondered when he would untie me, but I knew better than to ask. I was here for his pleasure and clearly he wasn’t through with me.

Then I felt him move as though standing and I heard him stride out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Was he through with me? Did he intend to leave me like this for the rest of the night? The rest of the weekend? A jolt of panic shot through me.

“Black?” I called out.

At first he didn’t answer, but when I called for him again, I heard the buzz of an intercom. “I’ll be there in a second. Didn’t we just discuss your impatience?”

Fine, then, I thought, trying hard not to think about Stephen King’s book
Gerald’s Game
.

When Black returned, he put a straw to my lips. I sucked at it, ice water flooding my mouth.

“Thank you,” I said once I’d swallowed.

“You’re welcome.” He set the drink aside. “Now that you’ve had some pleasure, it’s time to test your pain limits.”

A shudder of anticipation passed through me.

“We’ll start slowly.” Black ran his hand over my ass. “If at any point you can’t take the amount of pain you’re in, use the safe word. Screaming ‘stop’ won’t help, remember that.”

My nipples tightened into small buds, my cunt pulsed with anticipation. What was he going to do to me? Would I be able to take it? My body buzzed with arousal as I repeated the agreed-upon safe words, “Scarlet, slow, midnight, stop.”

“That’s right.”

He clipped a clamp to each of my nipples then one to my clit that was attached to my nipples by a silver chain. I steadied my breathing, the sensation at first too much to bear, but as the pain intensified, my nipples and clit swelled, pulsing with need and pushing the pain farther back into my psyche.

A cool drizzle of what I could only assume was lubricant dripped down the cleft of my ass. Without warning, I was filled, my anus straining to accommodate a butt plug. Gasping at the sting and burn, I panted. I would not give in so easily, though I’d never before had my ass invaded so completely.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked.

Though I wasn’t sure, I nodded. I could take whatever he gave me. I had to if I was going to earn his respect…his affection.

Black massaged my labia with more lubricant then slowly pushed a dildo into my pussy. I cried out, feeling as though I’d been cleaved in two. My arms shook, my legs too. But I could take it. I had to take it.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“It hurts.”

“Do you want more pain?”

Oh yes. I definitely did. The heat from my ass and my cunt radiated throughout my body. I wanted to be his rag doll. His plaything.

“Yes. Give me more,” I moaned.

A slap from a lash exploded across my ass. He whipped me, over and over, the excruciating sting sending me skyrocketing toward some level of submission I’d only dreamed of.

“Yes,” I cried, my excitement spurring on the lashing. He beat me again and again, my body absorbing every blow.

“Tell me how you feel,” he commanded.

“It hurts so much, but I love it, I want to take it. Keep whipping me.”’

Each flog opened a new level of pain, a new level of ecstasy. Then, suddenly, the clamp on my clitoris sent a shock of vibration through my core. Oh God, it felt so good. I prayed he wouldn’t stop.

“My cunt—” I groaned, my inner walls clenching around the dildo. Too big, too much, too painful. Wonderfully painful.

Slap!

“Tell me how you feel.”

“It hurts, oh God, yes, it hurts.”

Slap!

The agony and the pleasure burst through me. I needed to come and I would come soon, but only if my master willed it.

“What do you want?” he rasped.

“I want you to fill me, fuck me, punish me. Oh yes, I am yours, Black,” I moaned.

With the next sting of the lash, tremors shook me. I called out, unable to stop the powerful orgasm racking my body.

“No, no, no,” I murmured. I knew I shouldn’t be coming, but I couldn’t stop it. The climax rocked me to the bone. I came, my pussy contracting with such force that it pushed the dildo out of me. Still, my cunt quivered, constricting, my juices dripping down my thighs.

And then the whipping and the clitoral stimulation stopped. Still, my body pulsed, aftershocks racking me. I shouldn’t have come, he hadn’t allowed it, and yet I had.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” I heard the cluck of his tongue, his disapproval.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Oh, you will be sorry.”

I felt his retreat, though I couldn’t see him. Glancing around as best I could, I searched for him. What was he going to do to me? He owned my orgasms—that much he’d made clear.

“I’m sorry,” I said again, this time more forcefully.

“This,” he held up an enormous dildo in front of me, “is for pushing out the other one.”

“Black, I’m sorry.”

But my apology clearly meant nothing. The massive head of the new torture device parted my pussy lips. He shoved the lubricated shaft into me, but not fully.

Even with just part of it inside me, I knew it was too big. My asshole tightened, the butt plug still in place. Would he rip me open? Was that his plan now that I’d displeased him?

He shoved the enormous dildo farther into my pussy. “You’ve almost taken all of it. Good, little Red. Keep taking it.”

I panted against the excruciating pain. I had to keep taking. Keep taking it. Finally I felt the massive thing slam home. I’d taken it, taken all of it. My pussy burned and stung, opening farther than it ever had before.

Without warning, he tugged out the butt plug and mounted me. His cock split my ass—no lube, no gentleness, just brute force.

“I can’t,” I cried, beads of sweat dotting my forehead. The pain was more than I could bear.

“You will,” he growled.

It was too much, too big, too deep, but I had to show him I was worthy of his Domination.

He pulsed his cock in and out of me. Each time he thrust forward, a fresh bout of agony racked me.

“I can’t,” I cried, tugging against my restraints. I had to get free of him and this pain that consumed me.

Whipping my back again, he rode me. Tears leaked down my cheeks. This was more than I could bear. I had to stop him. The lash stung against my back and he pulled my head back, his hand entangled in my hair. I felt the pulse of his cock as he filled my ass with cum. I’d done it. I’d taken his punishment, but now, I needed to be free. I needed the pain to end as all my coping mechanisms failed me.

My lips trembling, I pushed out the word as loudly as I could, “Midnight.”

I dissolved into tears, so ashamed I’d given in to my own weakness.

Immediately, he withdrew and removed the dildo. Once he unhooked the harness, I collapsed onto my side, sucking in air, the pain of being filled, torn and whipped still echoing through my core. Black freed my bonds, gathering me in his arms.

I clung to him, sobbing. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, shh, shh, little Red.” He rocked me as if trying to chase away my fears. “Don’t cry. You have nothing to apologize for.”

But I did, didn’t I?

I shook my head. “I—I wanted to show you I’m worthy of your Domination.”

“And you did, little one. You did. You far exceeded my expectations. I promise you, I’m pleased.”

The unexpected kindness shook me and I sobbed even harder.

“I know I pushed you tonight. I wouldn’t usually push a new sub so far, but you’re special, Red. We’re going to have an amazing journey together. Would you like that?”

I nodded, snuggling closer. His embrace was the only true shelter I’d ever known. In that moment, I knew he would protect me, cherish me, fulfill me as no other man ever had.

Scooping me up, he carried me to his bedroom. I was too exhausted to do much more than melt against the downy mattress, but Black brought over a bowl of warm water and a wash rag. Gently, he cleaned my face, my cunt and my ass, then slipped a soft cotton t-shirt over my bare body. Wrapping me in his arms, he held me until I fell asleep.

* * * * *

Saturday morning began with his lips on mine, drawing me from a deep and dreamless slumber, each lazy and meandering kiss bleeding into another.

“Good morning, little Red,” he murmured.

“What time is it?” I yawned and stretched, meeting his gaze.

“Time for you to receive your reward for doing so well last night.”

Memories of the bondage and training flooded my mind. Had I really had the courage to do such things? Yes, I had and this morning I felt glorious, well, glorious and quite sore. Black had used my body in ways I’d never dared.

“Here.” He handed me a couple of pain relievers and a glass of water.

“How did you know?” But as soon as I’d asked the question, I knew it was foolish. I wasn’t the first woman he’d trained and clearly he knew the toll it would take, at least until I grew accustomed to holding positions for long periods and opening my body.

Grew accustomed
, the phrase rattled around my head. Would I stick around for more play? Would Black allow me to stay? Somehow I’d already made the mental leap that he was my Dom and I his sub. He had, after all, allowed me to stay the night. That had to mean something, didn’t it?

“What’s going on behind that thousand-mile stare?” He settled in next to me, his arms around me.

“I was just thinking how new all this is…for me…but that I like it. I…I like you.” My heart pounded. If he rejected me I’d burst into flame right then and there. But he didn’t.

“I like you too. I haven’t had a woman in my bed in a very long time.”

Though I noticed the distinction he’d made between his
bed
and the
playroom
, I didn’t push him to clarify. Best not to ask a question I didn’t want the answer to.

With a gentle squeeze, he released me then laid out a fluffy white robe. “You can put this on and join me in the kitchen when you’re ready for your reward.”

After relaxing for a while longer, letting the Tylenol kick in, I eased out of bed and slipped on the robe. The clock on the nightstand read ten past eleven. I’d really slept late and I was starving. The scent of coffee and eggs drew me down the hall.

Black presented me with a plate of eggs, fresh fruit and buttered wheat toast.

“I scrambled the eggs because I wasn’t sure how you like them. That’s something I’ll have to learn.”

“I like over medium, but scrambled is great. Thanks.” I took the plate and a cup of coffee.

“Cream and sugar?” he asked, opening the fridge.

“No, thanks.”

I settled into the bench seat of the breakfast nook, grateful for the ample padding. My pussy and ass ached despite the medication.

“Still sore?” he asked, splashing a healthy dose of cream into his mug.

“A little.”

Stirring some sugar into his coffee, he said, “We can take it easy today. No playtime if you’re not up for it.”

Something in the tone of his voice told me that even though he seemed genuine in his offer to let me rest, he would be disappointed if I said I didn’t want to continue my training. Besides, I wanted to carry on. We’d hardly scratched the surface of all there was to explore in his world of pleasure and pain.

“I don’t need a break.” I took a sip of coffee, savoring the almost chocolate richness of the blend.

“Good.” He grinned at me.

Once he’d taken a seat, I tucked into my food. He’d added something to the eggs, something I couldn’t quite place, but they were delicious.

“This is fantastic,” I said around a cheekful of food.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Once I’d swallowed, I smiled. “Thanks for my reward. Breakfast is wonderful, I was starving.”

“Oh, this isn’t your reward.”

Furrowing my brow, I tried to decode his expression, but found him as closed off as he’d been most of the time we’d spent together.

“Fine. Have your secret.”

His eyes gleamed as he took another sip of coffee.

Once I’d finished eating and cleared my place, he held out a hand. “Come with me. Close your eyes.”

Now I was really intrigued, but I did as I was told, letting him lead me through the house.

“Open your eyes.”

On the dining room table lay a shiny new laptop with a carrying case, a leather-bound journal, a Montblanc box and a copy of the
Chicago Manual of Style
.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“You said it’s your dream to be a writer so I had my assistant pick up a few things to help you on your way. And here’s the number of my friend who runs a writers’ group.” He handed me a business card.

A rush of air left my body and for a second I felt as though I couldn’t inhale. Once I’d caught my breath, I ran my fingertips over the sleek red laptop lid. I opened the Montblanc box and found a golden fountain pen that could have easily cost more than the laptop. A reward for our encounter last night, that’s what he’d said.

Shaking my head, I crossed my arms over my abdomen. “This is a lovely gesture, but I can’t accept this stuff.”

Black knitted his brow. “You can and you will.”

Lord knew I wanted to, but taking a gift in exchange for a sexual encounter just didn’t sit right. How to explain this to him without seeming ungrateful?

“I appreciate that you want to give me a gift and it’s the most thoughtful gift, really, but…I don’t want you to think that you have to give me presents every time we have sex.”

“No. That’s not what this is.” He rolled his eyes. “Look, you opened up to me last night. You confided in me and I wanted you to know I heard you. I see you, despite all your efforts to hide your extraordinary self in some very pedestrian trappings.”

I swallowed hard. The phrase “pedestrian trappings” stung a little, but I had to admit he was right. I’d done my best to conform to what I believed the world expected of me and how far had that gotten me? Were I honest with myself, I’d have to confess I was miserable.

“Well, I guess—if that’s the intention with which you’re giving me these things…” I shrugged.

“The proper response is ‘thank you’.”

“Thank you.” I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. My face heated. I still felt a little strange accepting this present.

“And I had my assistant pick up a change of clothes for you.” He motioned to a bag from a nearby boutique. “I had to guess at your size so if the shirt and jeans don’t fit, I’ll have him run out again.”

I glanced at the clothing labels. “This should fit. Good guess.”

“Well, I did get to know every inch of you last night.” He winked.

Good point.

“I have a meeting today. While I’m gone, I expect you to write.”

“It’s been a while. I’m rusty.”

“No time like the present to shake off that rust.” He grazed his mouth over mine, softly at first but then his tongue parted my lips and he leaned closer, deepening the kiss.

I melted against him, but then he spun me around, slipping his hand inside the robe. “How are you feeling?”

Though my naughty bits were a little worse for the wear, the pulse of arousal set off by his touch won out. “Feeling pretty good.”

Brushing his lips against my ear, he murmured, “Are you familiar with the concept of enforced availability?”