Shield's Submissive (13 page)

“Turn off the television, then walk upstairs. Enter the first room on the left. I want you to strip, assume the position and wait for me. Do not turn on any additional lights and do not explore what you may see around the room.”

With that he got up and went into the kitchen. Erica walked upstairs and did as instructed. The room was painted a dark colour that almost appeared black in the darkness.

Any windows in the room had been either blacked out or were heavily draped. There were canned lights placed on the floor shooting light up the walls. The lights created shadows that outlined vague shapes in the room. While the shadows created an air of intimidation, she was not afraid.

Stripping as instructed, she decided to await Mark in the centre of the room in front of the doorway. It seemed the most logical choice. She had closed the door upon entering so the room was cut off from the rest of the house. With the isolation, she didn’t know how long it would be until Mark joined her. She kneeled, resting back on her heels with her head down as instructed. Her breathing slowed. Her eyes remained open, and her ears felt as if they were stretching to pick up any sound. She heard footsteps outside the doorway, but they didn’t enter.

Several minutes later, she heard the door handle turn and saw a streak of light from the hallway creep across the carpet. Tempted though she was, she did not raise her head. The door shut too quickly for her to see much of anything, but another presence was definitely in the room. Using her other senses, she identified Mark’s aftershave and the change in air pressure and heat she always felt when he was near. She couldn’t hear any footsteps on the SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

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thick carpet but felt him moving around her like an animal stalking his prey. She tensed as she felt his heat directly behind her, and he placed a strip of cloth around her eyes, effectively blinding her. Her eyes had been adjusting to the darkness, but with the blindfold, she lost her orientation in the space surrounding her.

“Rise up on your knees, and place your hands behind your back. Cross your arms and grasp your forearms.”

His soft deep voice drifted over her. There was no need to raise it in the intimacy of the room with just the two of them. Her vulnerability to him in this position intensified the feverish heat racing through her body.

Her flesh prickled when he traced a finger down her back to where her arms were clasped. He wrapped something around her arms. She thought it might be leather. It was supple but held her securely when she tested her movement. He moved back in front of her.

The heat of his body and smell of leather assaulted her senses. She inhaled deeply.

The sound of a snap being opened and Velcro being ripped open screamed through the silence of the room.

“Open your mouth.”

The hot thick head of his cock pushed between her lips. The feel of the flesh sliding on her tongue in short thrusts made her moan. She had no control over how deep or how fast he fed her the long, hard length. She loved it. She tried to wrap her tongue around the head and suck in her cheeks when he pulled out, but his hand grabbed her hair tightly, just shy of pain.

“You are not to move. Right now you are my toy to use. I will fuck your mouth just as I’ve fucked your cunt. Just as I will fuck your ass.”

The sound of his rough, demanding voice and resumption of his thrusts caused her legs to tremble, and sweat bloomed across her body. Moisture seeped down her inner thighs, testimony to the fact that this type of treatment aroused her. He pushed further into her mouth, almost to her throat. He held his position, waiting until she relaxed her muscles, then he pushed further, effectively cutting off her air supply. He held himself still, and when her lungs began to burn for air, he pulled back only to push back in again. Over and over, each time holding himself in the back of her throat past the point of comfort but not until she panicked.

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After the first couple times, she realised he was testing her. Would she allow him to control everything, including her air supply? Picking up on his rhythm, she began to inhale enough when he pulled back that she no longer began to worry when he held his position.

He must have recognised that she’d picked up how to breathe because he locked himself deep inside her and held still a little bit longer with each thrust.

He placed his thumbs on the blindfold just underneath her eyes. Despite his forceful thrusts, his thumbs gently caressed her skin. He increased his speed. His cock slid in and out of her mouth, taking exactly what he wanted.

Sweat beaded on her skin and more moisture seeped from between her legs.

A spurt of pre-cum escape the tip of his cock as he shuttled in and out of her hot mouth faster and harder. His groan echoed above her head.

“I’m about to come, and I want you to swallow every drop. For each dribble that escapes, I will withhold your orgasm five minutes.”

Ten more thrusts and the first shots of cum landed on her tongue. Her throat convulsed to swallow as quickly as she could, ensuring she didn’t miss a drop. When he was finished, he removed the blindfold and tilted up her head. She looked into his eyes. A slash of light across his face landed right at his eyes. She saw the crystal-green depths glow, like an animal’s at night.

He released the cuffs and placed his hands on her biceps. “Stand up slowly. Use me for balance.”

When she was once again upright, tingles moved down her legs from kneeling for so long. The sensations were intense but not painful. After several seconds, Mark guided her over to the corner of the room. He turned her to face some type of multi-level, padded bench.

It looked similar to those stools seen at the mall in those on-the-go massage places however it was about waist high and had restraints on a bar across the top and on the lower pads that looked like a person kneeled upon it.

“I want you to kneel on the lower pads and bend over so your chest rests on the upper bench. Place your arms on the crossbar at the top.”

When she was settled as instructed, he secured her calves and wrists in the leather cuffs He massaged her shoulders, rubbing his hands down her back. His fingers flexed into the muscles on her calves.

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“Has the circulation improved? Do you still feel any pins and needles?”

“No, Sir. I’m fine.”

“Good. This is what is known as a spanking bench. As you can feel, your beautiful ass is lifted and open to any treatment I wish to bestow.”

She heard the snap of a cap, and cool liquid dribbled down her crack. It made her gasp.

“Relax. It’s just a little lube. I’m going to use my fingers first to open you up then I’ll insert an inflatable plug that will stretch you enough so that I can fuck you.”

Though her blindfold was gone, in this position, she still couldn’t see anything. His large fingers traced down her crack and circled her opening. At first, he just circled several times then he pushed so that the tip entered her. It was very different from feeling his finger inside her pussy. She felt her anus stretch and a slight burning sensation. With small pushes in and out, his finger slowly went deeper. It wiggled back and forth to widen her entrance, making circles inside her. Another coating of lube was pushed inside her and another finger joined the first. Once again, it burned, but she closed her eyes and went with the sensation.

He twisted his fingers as he methodically fingered her ass, forcing her to submit to the ministrations. Gradually, he increased the intensity.

Now that she was somewhat used to the sensation, she found it soothing, pleasurable.

She’d often read about women being fucked in the ass but hadn’t understood why it would be pleasurable. It wasn’t like they had a prostate to rub on, but apparently the muscles still had tons of nerve endings. They were being stimulated and were sending messages to her brain that this was a good thing. After a few minutes, his fingers withdrew, and she let out a soft whimper.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.”

Mark reached over and grabbed the inflatable plug. After coating it in lube, he gently pushed it through the tight ring of muscle at her opening and slid it in until the base with the squeeze bulb and control for the vibrator were nestled between her spread cheeks. This plug started out approximately five inches long and inflated to up to three inches thick and approximately eight inches long. He planned on starting slow and gradually building up throughout the night until he felt she was ready to accommodate him.

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Her tight, hot ass had squeezed down on his invading fingers as they’d forced untouched tissue to separate and admit him. The sight of the plug probing deep inside her had made him hard again. The soft skin had flexed and stretched around his fingers so perfectly, he couldn’t wait to sink his cock in there.

“There you go. How does that feel?”

“Tight…full…huge.”

“Think about how it will feel to have my cock pushing deep inside you. This plug is going to expand and elongate little by little until you’re ready for me. I can already imagine how your hot ass is going to feel around me. You’re going to burn me alive. But I know how big I am, so for now we’re going to let this little guy stretch you out first. Can you feel the burn?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Does the burn excite you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Hmm…let’s see if you’re telling the truth.”

He reached down then skimmed the fingers of the hand he hadn’t used in her through the layers of her velvet folds, looking for proof of her statement. Cream slid down her legs as her vagina clenched in desperate spasms. That physical reaction told him all he needed to know.

“Yes, I can tell how wet you are. Your cunt is soft and open, begging for attention. You were such a good girl sucking my cock before. I think I’ll give you a little reward.”

He pushed two fingers up inside her so he could feel the plug through the thin tissue separating both orifices. Rubbing his fingers inside her, he reached down and gave the plug a squeeze. He circled his fingers then moved in and out. He heard her panting and starting to moan. He gave another squeeze on the pump. He continued to finger her and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lower back. Sliding his thumb up, he stimulated her clit. Working the little bundle of nerves, he brought her to the point of orgasm then pulled out. Her cry of anguish and frustration were a powerful aphrodisiac. Stepping back, he raised his hand and slapped her rear so fast she would never have anticipated it.

“You come when I say you can come. I am your Master in here. You are under my control. I can give as many or as few orgasms as I desire. Is that clear?”

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Her soft voice cried out, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good, now I want to see this ass blush.”

His hand rose once again and came down on the other cheek. Right in the middle of the fleshy globe. A slap to the other cheek and soon her milky white skin turned a becoming shade of rose. The skin turned hot as he continued to spank her. He turned on the vibrator of the plug, and Erica cried out at the new sensation. She pulled on the restraints securing her wrists to the bar. Her ass undulated back and forth, at once trying to escape and encourage the sensations. Another quick pump of the plug and Erica gasped as it grew.

He was harder than a spike, rivulets of fluid leaking from his tip. Ripping open his pants once more, he released his cock. Continuing to land slaps to different areas of her ass, he felt the heat burn though his hand. Erica’s cries rang though the soundproofed room, and his cock felt like it was reaching out to that tight, hot hole. It pulsed in anticipation of how she would feel wrapped around him.

Finally, he reached his breaking point. Turning off the vibrator, he bent his knees and fit the head of his cock to her available opening. Holding her hips, he eased his way inside. The tight sheath was constricted even more by the plug buried deep inside her. When he’d fit about half his length inside her, Erica suddenly tensed.

“Wait! Please wait. I can’t take it!”

“Shh… Calm down, baby. Relax your muscles and breathe deeply. You can take it, I promise.”

He reached a hand up and, slowly, rubbed her back. Despite the burning need to bury himself inside her, he held absolutely still until he knew she was relaxed enough to accept him without pain. An eternity passed until her breathing slowed and, in slow increments, her muscles gave way, fibre by fibre. Pushing his full length inside her, he paused briefly before instinct took over and he began shuttling in and out of her heaving, wet depths.

Erica cried out at the sensation of having both holes filled. Every once in a while, she felt him give the pump another squeeze as the plug expanded incrementally. Never had she been more possessed, more dominated, more owned. Her entire world was being swiftly, expertly, ripped away from her. All thoughts of life outside this room evaporated. She could SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

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barely hold onto the sensations Mark demanded from her. He permitted no thoughts outside his complete control of her.

He switched the vibrator back on as his even-paced thrusts became faster and shallower. His large body heaved above her. He leaned over to grab the bar where her wrists were restrained, his powerful thighs on either side of the bench as he braced himself over her back. The position was that of an animal claiming its mate in the most primitive and fundamental way. His breath was hot on nape of her neck, and his grunts echoed in her ears.

She felt an orgasm building as quickly as a summer storm in the mountains.

“Oh God! Please…Sir…please, may I come!”

Faster and harder, he thrust until there was nothing he could do but wait for the explosion. “Come.”

Their releases erupted through their systems, obliterating nerve endings like a pyroclastic surge. Screams rent the air. She felt his cum explode from the tip of his cock, shooting deep inside her body and marking her as his for all time.