Fulfilling Her Fantasy (5 page)

"Y-yes,
Sir." Her pert breasts were visibly heaving, threatening to spill over the
top of her flimsy negligee. Dominick resisted the urge to sink his teeth into
the creamy flesh.
Patience. Draw it out.
Make her suffer
. His dick was already so hard it hurt.
 

"Good
girl. Now, come around the back of this chair and bend over."

Once
she had done so, he slid the hem of her dress up around her waist. "Oh
dear. I do like the way you deliberately matched your underwear to your shoes,
but those panties are going to have to come off." Without waiting for a
response, he hooked his fingers beneath the silky material and slid them down
over her slim hips with measured delicacy. Her bottom was pale and inviting,
the taut globes separating to give a tantalizing glimpse of the hidden delights
within.

"Such
white skin," he mused, stroking it lightly, "a beautiful canvas for
me to work with. I think it will be looking a little different by the time I'm
through with you."

Then,
without warning, he slapped her right buttock, hard, digging his fingernails in
upon impact in order to heighten the sensation.

Janice
squealed.

"You
can scream as much as you want down here, little one. No-one will hear you.
Now, what do you think I should use on you first? A paddle? A brush? A crop? A
flogger? A nice slender cane, perhaps?" Reaching into his utility belt, he
unfastened the snap to release his bullwhip with deft, practised fingers.
"Or should we go straight to the whip?" He cracked it, once, the
retort echoing like a gunshot around the thick stone walls of the dungeon.

The
girl squealed again, but there was an unmistakeable glistening between her
quivering thighs.

"You're
lucky," he said eventually, "I'm feeling exceptionally kind today.
Let's start with something more gentle, shall we?"

"Th-thank
you, Sir."

Dominick
slid his bullwhip back into his belt, took up position to the left of her
upturned, creamy white bottom, cracked his knuckles, raised his burly arm, and
began to spank.

***

Janice
would never have dreamed that a mere hand-spanking could be so devastating, so
arousing… so unbelievably painful. Over and over again the Dungeon Master's
immense palm connected with her sensitive flesh, with the same relentless pace
as a metronome—only much, much faster.

The
moment he'd entered the dungeon, filling it with his darkly sensual presence,
speaking to her in that soft, growling voice, she'd found herself utterly at
his mercy; completely unable to deny him anything.

Whimpering,
clinging grimly on to the seat of the chair, she closed her eyes and fought the
urge to reach back, to protect her already scorching backside from growing any
hotter.

"Don't
you dare fucking move," Dominick said sharply, as though he could read her
mind. "You move, and I'll tie you to this fucking chair."

"P-please,"
she gasped, "it-it's too much! I can't take this much this fast."

"Of
course you can. Besides, this is just the warm-up. You have a safeword, don't
you?" A flurry of fast smacks peppered the backs of her thighs, and her
wails went up a notch.

The
heat in her bottom was building… building… and spreading, dipping down to fuel
the gnawing ache between her legs. Her clit felt huge, thumping, crying out for
him to touch.

And
then he did.

As
Master Dominick slid a lazy fingertip between her legs, grazing that throbbing,
pulsing bud of need in her core, Janice felt every muscle in her sex clench.
Biting her lip, she fought the urge to grind herself against his thick digit.

"My
my, sweetheart, you
are
enjoying this,
aren't you?" His voice was husky, mocking.

She
whimpered… then groaned with frustration when he removed his hand. He was
moving around behind her; but she didn't dare to look.

"And
to think," he went on, "we're only just getting started."

CRACK!
As thick, solid wood splatted sharply against her stinging buttocks, Janice
gripped the seat of the chair even more tightly and tried to remember to
breathe.

With
every hard, precise stroke of the paddle, Dominick fanned tendrils of fire
which snaked their way around her hips, across her belly and between her legs,
the pain fuelling her desire until she found herself arching her back,
thrusting out her bottom as if she were begging for him to spank her with it
again… harder… more.

The
Master Gaoler was nothing if not obliging.

By
the time he tossed the paddle aside, Janice was certain her butt must be
purple; swollen… destroyed. When she felt him cup her raw cheeks in his huge
hands, she whimpered.

"We're
slowly getting there," he said, kneading and caressing her blazing flesh.
"Certainly feels a bit warmer. Not quite as hot as here," he pushed
the flat of his palm against her pussy, "but then, that would be rather
difficult to achieve with just a paddle." Trapping her clit between two
fingers, he gave it a sharp tug.

Janice's
knees buckled, and she would have slid to the floor if she hadn't been propped
up in the middle by the chair.

"It
would seem your pretty friend Ellen was telling the truth," Dominick went
on, "you are quite the little painslut. Shall we see whether you're a good
little cumslut as well?"

Face
aflame at his words, Janice closed her eyes, unable to believe how much his
crude words were turning her on.

"Stand
up and take off that dress."

She
obeyed with watery knees, flushing with shame when the negligee puddled around
her ankles, glad when his enormous paw went to her throat, propping her up by
her jaw in a menacing, delicious way.

"Tell
me, sweet little Janice, do you want to come?"

His
grip on her neck made it impossible for her to nod. "Y-yes, Sir," she
breathed, unable to prevent the trickle of arousal she felt slip from her core
at his words.

"Hm,"
he said. "I'm torn. Should I keep you on the brink, teasing and tormenting
you until you're begging me for release? Or should I do the opposite… make you
come over and over again, until you're so raw and wet that you're begging me to
stop?" His dark chuckle bounced off the walls. "Decisions,
decisions."

The
hand not on her throat slid between her thighs, cupping her swollen, dripping
sex.

"Tell
me, beautiful, are you multi-orgasmic?"

Oh,
those dark eyes, that firm jaw, that strong hand around her neck, that pressure
between her legs… Unable to respond even if he'd wanted her to, she was glad it
seemed to be a rhetorical question.

"Shall
we find out?" Without waiting for a reply, he guided her over to a table
in the corner. It was covered with a crimson blanket, which he promptly whipped
off to reveal…

Her
heart stopped. A Sybian.

She'd
seen them before, but only in porn. A thick, black bolster, with a wicked sweep
of plastic on top, which vibrated when switched on.

"Straddle
it."

Janice
met his eyes, then, and almost lost herself in their blazing depths. She felt
as if he were able to read her mind as well as her body… instinctively knowing
what she needed even before she did herself. Accepting his proffered hand, she
clambered up on to the table, carefully straddling the device. As the curves of
the plastic nestled comfortably against her soaking, swollen sex, she moaned,
helplessly.
At this rate, he won't even
need to switch it on… I'm that close.

"Arms
behind your back."

His
reasoning was instantly clear; that position rolled her pelvis forward, putting
even more weight on her clit.

"Now
listen to me carefully, young lady," Dominick said, pushing her hair aside
and brushing his lips against her neck, "I'm going to give you five with
the cane. You wanted to see what pleasure and pain feel like combined, didn't
you?"

Her
response was a throaty whimper.

"And
you are not, I repeat,
not
going to
fucking come until you've taken all five like a good girl. Have I made myself
clear?"

"Y-yes,
Sir."

When
his fingers found her straining nipples for the first time, Janice arched her
back and groaned, unable to prevent herself from crying out when he pinched
them, sharply.

"If
you disobey me on this, you will be one very, very sorry young lady. I would be
extremely ticked off, and I'm at my most sadistic when I'm annoyed. If, on the
other hand, you're a good girl, I will be very, very pleased. Got it?"

"Yes,
Sir."

"Ever
been caned before?"

"Yes,
Sir." It had been so long ago, she could barely remember the sensation,
but she didn't think it a good idea to mention that.

"Good.
Then this should be easy."

When
the smooth plastic bump between her spread thighs began to vibrate, Janice
almost came undone.

"Feel
good?"

"Oh
God, Sir, please… please…"

His
mocking laugh made it clear he was not about to be merciful.
"Concentrate," he snarled, "don't you dare fucking come until
you've had all five. Now, lean forward a little. You've got such a pert little
ass I don't have much of a target. I'd hate to miss."

Please, please hurry
, she begged silently as the renewed
shift in her weight crushed her thumping bud even more deliciously against the
humming machine.

***

Dominick
was in his element. The girl was proving to be even more delectable than he'd
anticipated, and every single one of her pleading looks, moans of pleasure and
cries of agony made his cock chafe uncomfortably against his leather pants.

Selecting
a cane from the vast array behind him, he tested it, letting it sing through
the air. She couldn't hear it over the hum of the Sybian, he knew.

"You're
so beautiful," he said, running the tip of the cane down her spine,
admiring her long, creamy white limbs, her pointed little breasts, the way her
crimson buttocks were splayed almost obscenely around the machine.

He'd
delivered far more severe sessions, but she'd still taken quite a solid
paddling, and her divine butt was a dark pink color, mottled red in places.
She'd feel it when she sat down for a day or two. A nice reminder of him.

When
he laid the cane against her backside, gauging his aim, she jumped, then let
out a cry of frustrated pleasure as the sudden movement adjusted the humming
device pressing against her clit.
Yes,
indeed. Quite the little painslut. Just what the doctor ordered.

"Keep
your hands behind your back, right where they are. Am I clear?"

She
nodded, forgetting to answer him verbally, and he watched her tighten her hold
on her own slender wrists. Dominick was overwhelmed with the desire to grip
them in one hand while pounding his cock into her, her long, long legs wrapped
around his waist, her cunt contracting and weeping around him...

Soon, perhaps. We haven't discussed that
yet, but we will…

Without
any additional warning, he drew back the slim, flexible rod, and snapped it
hard across her vibrating ass, drawing a neat, scarlet tram line across the top
half of her cheeks. A millisecond later, she went rigid and groaned as the pain
hit.

"Focus
on the pleasure, sweet thing," he crooned in her ear, "savour that exquisite
hurt."

Hiss-snap
!
Hiss-snap
!
The next two strokes were delivered in quick succession, one directly beneath
the other, the vermillion lines standing out starkly against even the mottled,
pink flesh.

Janice
arched her back and howled with surprise.

Dominick
was supremely delighted with her ready, honest responses. And even better was
her obedience, her obvious desire to please, to do what he asked of her.
"Good girl, such a good girl," he murmured. "Just two more, and
then I assure you, you're gonna come harder than you'd ever thought
possible."

Raising
the cane again, he brought it snapping sharply across the lower curve of her
ass, just an inch above the vibrating Sybian. Ignoring her renewed cry of pain,
he smirked. "Oh dear. It would seem we're all out of room. This last one,
therefore, is gonna be the worst yet."

***

Janice
was delirious, every nerve ending in her body ablaze with ecstasy. As hard and
sharp as they were, every stroke of that wicked cane so far had merely served
to heighten her need for release. Her thighs were quivering with strain,
trembling around the bolster with the effort of holding off her climax.

Even
in her deepest, darkest fantasies, when she'd lain in bed at night with one
hand gripping her nipple, the other moving slowly and deliberately between her
legs, picturing this scenario with the Dungeon Master, she hadn't even come
close to how dark, how deliciously, agonizingly wonderful the reality was.