Pound of Flesh (3 page)

Crouching down, he placed his hands just
above the backs of her knees and bit the fleshy bits where her
apple bottom met her thick thighs. Violet cried out but pushed back
against him, wanting more despite the discomfort. He nipped and
nibbled his way around the backs of her thighs and the full cheeks
of her butt. He swiped his rough, bristled cheeks over her
sensitive skin. She shuddered and cried out as his stubble-covered
face abraded her sore ass.

He wanted to bury his face in her cunt but
the positioning of the spanking horse made it nearly impossible.
Instead, he let his fingers slide through the slippery cream
coating her pussy lips. She moaned as his wet digits found her
clit. As he teethed the backs of her thighs and bottom, he circled
the stiff little nub with tight circles. Violet panted and groaned
as she neared an orgasm. As worked up as she was after the spanking
session, it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.

Her calves flexed and toes clenched. Her
breathing pattern changed. Max recognized the signs and abandoned
her clit. She screamed in frustration and trembled with the denial
of her climax. “You dirty rotten bastard!”

“Language!” Max admonished with a couple of
hard, stinging slaps on her derriere. He was glad she was face down
and unable to see his grin. He liked it when she got a bit feisty.
Orgasm denial after working over her ass was the quickest (and
surest) way to piss her off. And, god, she was so gorgeous when she
was angry.

Violet mumbled something he couldn’t make
out. Probably for the best, he figured, and proceeded to suck her
pussy juice from his fingers. Her salty flavor exploded on his
tongue and made his cock even harder. He doubted he’d last long
tonight once he was finally inside her.

Max reached down and unlatched the cuffs
holding her ankles. He had to stretch a bit to undo the front pair
holding her wrists in place. He stood and helped Violet to her
feet. She seemed a bit woozy so he gently guided her to the floor
to sit. She hissed as her abused bottom met the cool wood
floor.

He put his finger against her lips when it
looked like she was about to complain. “No talking. Not yet. We’re
just getting started.”

Her eyebrows arched expectantly. She looked
almost relieved to know the spanking wasn’t the end. He had to
smile at that. Leave it to Violet to want more even without knowing
just what that more might entail.

Max kissed her forehead. “Sit here. Quietly,”
he added before standing. As he turned his back, he was almost
certain she’d stuck her tongue out at him. Feeling a bit
magnanimous, Max let it slide. He grabbed a chilled bottle of water
from the small beverage cooler at the wet bar in the back corner of
the room. He twisted off the cap and handed it to Violet.
“Drink.”

She nodded and obediently sipped the cold
water. Once, in the early days of their relationship, when Violet
was new to the kinky world Max inhabited, she’d passed out cold
after a thorough spanking. It had scared the living shit out of
him. He’d assumed the worst, that he’d gone too far, had hurt her
or scared her. Maybe she wasn’t a real submissive but was just
giving him what she thought he wanted.

In the end, it turned out she was just
dehydrated from running around on campus all day, hitting up the
gym for some crazy Latin dance class she loved and then skipping
dinner. He’d given his first real orders to her that night. No more
skipping meals. Stay well hydrated. Tell him no if tired.

That had been four, almost five, years
earlier and they’d avoided another similarly frightening episode.
He still tried to be cautious, hence the cold water she was
presently sipping.

While she sat quietly, Max took out a spool
of jute rope and placed it on the ground below the suspension
hooks. He wheeled over the shelved cart he sometimes used and
placed a variety of different implements on top. A knife for quick
cutting if there was a problem. A couple of different vibrators,
dildos and anal plugs. A tube of slippery lube. A blindfold,
handkerchief and ball gag.

He felt Violet’s curious gaze following his
movements. She was free to look around as she pleased since he
hadn’t ordered her into a submissive eyes-down pose. Max enjoyed
her changing expressions. One moment, she seemed so excited by the
thought of being bound and suspended. The very next instant an
expression of uncertainty mixed with the tiniest hint of fear
crossed her face. She was probably imagining all the deliciously
perverted things he could do to her while she was helpless and
tied.

Max crooked a finger in her direction. “Come
here, Violet.”

“Yes, sir.” Violet set aside the bottle of
water. Licking her lower lip, she bent forward and fell to all
fours. Like a sleek, prowling cat, she crawled toward him. Her
lithe movements drew his gaze to the slow swing of her full hips
and the gentle bounce of her heavy breasts. When she reached his
side, Violet rubbed her cheek against his thigh like a pussycat
asking for a treat.

“Sit.” He smiled down at her and stroked her
hair after she sat back on her heels, knees wide and palms up. He
plucked the ball gag from the nearby cart. “Open.”

She complied like a well-trained puppy. He
slid the gag into place and tightened the buckle at the back of her
head. The blindfold followed next. He placed a white handkerchief
in her right hand. Any time he gagged Violet, Max made sure to give
her a second way to tap out if a scene it was too much for her.
“Drop the handkerchief if you want to stop. Nod twice if you
understand.”

Violet’s head bobbed up and down dutifully.
He swept his fingertips along the curve of her jaw. His hands fell
to her shoulders. He kneaded her muscles for a few moments. “Up,”
he ordered and guided Violet to her feet. He kissed the side of her
neck. “Open your legs. Wider.” He smiled. “Just like that.”

His hand moved down her body, following the
curve of her spine to settle on the small of her back. He applied a
little pressure. “Bend over. Grab your ankles.”

Violet bent forward gracefully without any
wobbling or loss of balance. She gripped her ankles as she bared
her lush, striped ass to him. Her slick pussy juice coated the pink
lips of her cunt. At times like this Max appreciated all those yoga
and Pilates classes she took at the gym. Limber, lithe,
beautiful.

Max plucked the tube of lubricant from the
cart and squirted a liberal dollop onto his fingertips. He placed
his slippery fingers against her anus and circled the pucker. There
was little resistance as he probed. Violet moaned with pleasure and
pushed back against his fingers. For a girl who’d come to him an
anal virgin, she’d taken quickly to backdoor play and often
surprised him by asking for it. She really got off on the dirty
girl aspect of anal sex. Not that he minded indulging her naughty
requests.

He worked her asshole with one finger and
then two, easing his fingers inside and twisting them in circles.
His free hand found her clit and rubbed slowly. Violet groaned
around the gag filling her mouth. Her breaths came hard and fast.
Feeling a tad sadistic, Max warned, “Don’t you dare come, you
little slut.”

She begged for permission, the word please
distorted around the gag. He denied her request even as his fingers
moved faster around her clit. His fingers thrusts and spun in her
ass. She moaned loudly and trembled. Her fingers tightly gripped
her ankles. He could see the muscles of her lower back and thighs
tensing as she fought the urge to climax.

Just when he thought she might pass out from
fighting her orgasm, Max relented. “You can come now.”

She howled like a banshee, swiveling her hips
and riding his fingers. The squelching sounds of his wet fingers
sliding in and out of her mixed with Violet’s screams of ecstasy
and made his cock hard enough to pound through concrete. He bit his
lip and tried to think about anything but the painful throbbing in
his jeans. Going weeks without making love to Violet had really put
him on edge.

When Violet’s moans faded, Max carefully
removed his fingers from her bottom. He stepped away just long
enough to grab the glass butt plug he’d chosen and slather it with
lube. It was a medium sized anal toy with a thinner rounded tip
that flared not once but twice, each consecutive rounded bump wider
than the last.

The glistening toy in hand, Max stood behind
Violet and pressed the tip of the plug against her anus. She
shifted her weight from foot to foot and then pushed back against
the toy. He inserted the glass plug slowly and carefully. When the
head of the plug was inside Violet’s anus, he spun it around a few
times before cautiously pressing forward. There was a slight
resistance as the second, wider bump tried to enter her puckered
ring. Max patiently sunk the toy in and out of her ass, pushing a
little harder each time until the second ring slipped inside.
Violet let out a pleasurable sigh and wiggled her hips.

Smiling, Max fucked her with the slippery
glass toy. He watched in fascination as her anus stretched around
one bump, then the next as the toy slid in and out of her hole. He
tried to press in the third and final bump but her ass resisted.
Max took his time, playing with clit and finger fucking her pussy
all while working the glass plug back and forth. Her asshole
relaxed after a few minutes of intense play.

With a little groan, Violet accepted the
third and final round bump of the toy. She breathed deeply as she
adjusted to the thick, deep intrusion of the glass plug. Again, he
let the plug slide almost all the way out before plunging it deep
again. His gaze never left her stretching asshole. He felt a wicked
sense of perversion as her rosy pucker gaped and closed around the
glass toy. Eventually, he left the plug seated completely inside
her while he strummed her clit and slid his fingers inside her
cunt. Violet moaned with enjoyment.

“Straighten up,” he ordered finally. Max left
her side long enough to clean his hands and take up a length of
rope. He noticed Violet squirming as she tried to adjust to the
sensation of the glass toy buried deep in her ass. “Move again and
I’ll whip that red ass of yours.”

Violet stood perfectly still as he worked his
magic with the rope. Soon the rope crisscrossed her chest, abdomen,
hips and thighs, weaving an intricate body corset that squeezed her
plump flesh. He fashioned a kind of bra and panties from the coiled
rope. The length of jute held her plump pussy lips wide open and
was looped in such a way that the rough fiber strands sat on either
side of her engorged clit. Violet made gave a little gurgle of
annoyance as he roped her cunt. There was no dashing the devious
smile curving his mouth. He knew just how much she hated the
feeling of rope looped and tied there. Judging by the sight of her
stiff clit and the shiny juices coating her pink flesh, Violet
wouldn’t require much to send her over the edge into another
orgasm. Whether or not he’d allow those orgasms, Max had yet to
decide.

Decisions, decisions.

He made the last few loops on the rope bra.
It squeezed her big breasts and caused them to turn ruddy with
restricted blood flow. He’d keep an eye on the sensitive flesh, of
course. The last thing he wanted was for Violet to suffer permanent
damage because of shoddy workmanship. He secured her elbows and
wrists behind her back, pulling her elbows close together and
drawing her shoulders high.

That particular elbow placement hadn’t always
been possible. When he’d first started tying her up, Violet hadn’t
been nearly as limber. Over many, many months, they’d progressed
through a series of more advanced ties and difficult positions. She
was never afraid to try something new, to push the limits of what
her body could endure. It had been an interesting adventure, to say
the least.

Max stepped back for a moment to enjoy the
sight of his gorgeous little sub all tied up, blindfolded and
gagged. He crouched down in front of her and placed his hands on
her hips. Very slowly, he outlined her navel with his tongue. She
elicited a low moan as he kissed a path up the front of her body,
his lips skipping over the rope to touch flesh. His mouth settled
on her left nipple. The taut peak stood hard and erect. He swirled
his tongue over the point before scraping his teeth over the
point.

Violet groaned and pressed forward against
his mouth, seemingly desperate for more. Max moved back and forth
between her breasts and lavished them with his torturous biting and
suckling and licking. Eventually he pulled away from her breast
with a noisy pop and reached for the clamps on the cart. She hissed
in pain as the metal bars bit down on her nipples. He gave the
clamps a playful flick. Violet inhaled sharply and twisted away
from him.

Max chuckled and let her be for a few moments
as he readied the overhead suspension hook and D-rings. Thank
goodness one of his like-minded friends was also a contractor.
Discussing suspension hooks and other kinky home improvements would
have been rather awkward with anyone else. God help him if they
ever decided to sell the house. Realtors would probably run
screaming after one good look at the playroom.

“Violet,” Max placed his hand between her
shoulder blades, “kneel.” He kept his hand ready to steady her as
she folded neatly to the floor. He crouched beside her and placed
his arm across her chest. “Down on your belly.”

He guided her into place and made sure the
nipple clamps weren’t pulling or smashed against the floor. The
last thing he wanted was to injure those beautiful breasts he loved
so much. Max made quick work of his hogtie. Bending her knees, he
looped rope around her ankles and forced them into an awkward
position just above her red-striped buttocks. With additional
lengths of rope, he connected the bonds securing her waist and body
to the lowered suspension hook.