Tell Me (12 page)

The room was deathly quiet but for the faint tick of a clock, but she knew she was not alone. Tony was here.

She parted her lips, drawing her tongue across the lower one. Cool air whispered over her breasts, the first, the only indication that he was about to…

“Oh, aah.” Despite Tony’s instructions she couldn’t contain a moan as the fronds of the soft suede flogger trailed across her shoulders then down the centre of her torso to her belly. As suddenly as they arrived, they were gone. She thrust her hips further up, seeking, blindly questing. The air fluttered again, and the strands drifted across her breasts this time, curling lovingly around her swollen nipples. The movement was slow, unhurried, tracing a leisurely path over her sensitive skin.

“Tony. Sir. Oh God…”

“Do you like this, Thea?”

“Yes. More, please.”

“More then, but you must remain silent. If you don’t, this will become a lot less pleasant for you. Do you understand me?”

Thea nodded, determined not to give him any cause to limit her pleasure tonight.

Tony flicked her right nipple with the flogger, the sudden bite of pleasure/pain gone almost before it was there. He trailed and teased some more, caressing her straining body with the soft, light implement. Thea writhed on the mattress, straining towards him, desperate to savour every brush and stroke.

He moved lower, dragging the suede over her abdomen, his strokes feather-light and barely there. Another flick and the strands snapped against her taut skin causing her to gasp. He repeated the action, harder now, definitely looking to cause pain rather than pleasure. Thea moaned again, gyrating her hips in a wordless appeal.

“Ah, you want me to flog your pussy? You are such a slut, Thea.”

“Your slut, Master.” She bit her lip, too late remembering his instruction. Would he take issue with her lapse?

“Mine.” Seemingly not. This time.

The bed dipped beside her as he settled his weight on it, then Thea shrieked as the flogger snaked across the lips of her pussy.

She’d known what he would do, yet still the shock took her breath away. It hurt, beautifully. The pain was a sweet, tantalising dance of wildfire across her throbbing cunt. Tony waited for a few moments, and Thea fought to control the impulse to squeeze her legs together. Not that she could move, Tony’s skill with ropes saw to that. She lay still, her body tensed, waiting for the next stroke.

It didn't come. The bed shifted again, and she knew he was no longer sharing it with her. She strained her ears, listening for any clue, the slightest sound. She could just detect his footsteps as he moved barefoot around the room.

Her entire body jolted at the next contact, delicate, sharp, teasing the inside of her wrist. The sensation rippled along her arm, past her inner elbow, towards her shoulder.

The pinwheel. He explored her body with it, the sharp spikes scratching the surface of her sensitised skin. She lay still, stiffening as he rolled the wheel across her pebbled nipples, then around her aureole. As if that was not enough, he leaned in to blow on the throbbing peaks, then licked them to make them cooler still. Thea chewed on her lip, almost mad with longing. She wanted his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, but he seemed inclined to offer nothing but the merest brush of his fingers, and the delicate prickle of the pinwheel. She might have begged him, pleaded with him for the friction she craved. But that would be useless. Worse than useless, it would earn her a punishment for breaking the enforced silence.

Tony traced a pathway from her breasts to her stomach, around her belly button and down to the junction between her thighs. She was wet, dripping, her moisture dampening the sheet beneath her.

“So wet, my slut. You really have no self-control, do you?”

Thea shook her head, convinced that her clit must be swollen to at least ten times its usual size. Would he? Please, please, please…

The wheel continued its inexorable path, tracing the outline of her pussy lips, first one side, then back along the other. He followed the route again, then once more. Thea was dragging in precious oxygen, her head thrown back as her body arched even more, stretched out tight as a bow string.

“Sir, please…”

“Wait. Not yet. I’ll tell you when, and you’ll come on my command. Not before.”

Thea groaned, but knew better than to argue with him on this. Tony would have his way, or he would punish her for setting the pace, for taking matters into her own hands, however helpless she might be.

He dominated her, totally, absolutely, and she relished it. This was what she was born for, this was the reason she was on this planet, her existence revolved around these moments. Her reality shrank to just this room, and her stern Dom, as he caressed her straining, needy body, controlled every nerve ending.

Tony used his free hand to part her pussy lips, and he rolled the pinwheel along the delicate inner flesh. The gossamer menace of the sharp spikes scraped her clit, and she shivered, her orgasm hovering just beneath the surface. Her senses were at a breaking point, her consciousness about to shatter. She couldn't control this, was powerless to hold back.

“Sir…” The word was a plea, a strangled, desperate moan. “I can’t. No more. No more, please…”

“But you can, my slut. You can do more. You’re not ready yet. I’ll tell you when it’s time.”

Behind the blindfold her eyes were screwed up, tight shut. She clenched her fists as her pussy convulsed, her body wracked with shudders as she fought the desperate, losing battle. Tony was relentless, drawing the wheel along her wide open pussy, over the tip of her clit, then around the sides of the throbbing nub until she was near incoherent with lust.

Then he stopped. Just stopped. The wheel was gone, her twitching senses bereft. She lay still; shivering.

The bed dipped again. Tony was beside her, his body stretched out alongside hers once more. His chest was bare, she felt the rasp of the soft hairs which were scattered across his pecs against the delicate skin of her inner arm. He palmed her breast, his touch gentle but firm. He pinched her nipple, the pressure exquisite.

Now, yes. At last. Enough. Almost…

His hand was gone. She thought she might cry. Probably was weeping already.

He shifted again, and she let out a ragged moan as he sank two long fingers into her drenched, drooling pussy. She squeezed, gyrating her hips to force the friction. He let her, didn't order her to stop. She ground against him, seeking the release she now needed more than oxygen.

“Now. Come for me, slut.”

The impact was instant. The low, seductive timbre of his voice connected directly to something in her core, and she detonated. His fingers were motionless inside her as she convulsed around them, her body rocking, writhing, contorting against the ropes that bound her as wave after sensual wave crashed through her system. Every muscle, every sinew, every over-stimulated nerve ending spasmed. Her head was spinning, her senses reeling. She was flying, or perhaps plummeting to earth from some dizzying height. And none of it mattered. Nothing mattered to her outside of this all-consuming need her Dom evoked. And satisfied.

Hours, or maybe just moments later, her body went still. She lay, panting, her heart thumping against her breastbone as her world righted itself.

Tony’s fingers were gentle as he removed the blindfold to bring her blinking back into the light. She still was not ready to open her eyes though. He released her ankles, then her wrists. Then he pulled her into his arms and held her, shivering against him. He was solid, warm, unshakable. She knew he had her, and she was safe

“Talk to me, Thea.”

“Sir? I love you.”

“Mmm, good to hear. Not too intense then?”

“Maybe. Definitely. But it was good. And I
do
love you.”

“I love you too, my sweet slut. I love your hot, tight pussy, and I adore the way you go wild when you come. I think I may need to fuck you.”

“Yes, you might.”

“Or perhaps I should spank you, for being such a greedy, slutty little sub.”

“Either would be nice, Sir. Or both.

”Roll over then. On all fours.”

Thea did as he instructed, lifting her bottom up and planting her knees wide apart. She crossed her arms on the mattress and rested her head on them.

Tony rolled from the bed and went to the wardrobe. He returned carrying a polished wood paddle, quite beautiful. It was solid looking, the shape and size reminiscent of a table tennis bat but she suspected this would be a great deal heavier.

“Sir, I didn't know you had that.”

“A recent acquisition. I bought it with you in mind and I suspect it will become one of my favourites. I’ve been keeping this one for a special occasion. It packs quite a punch I believe.”

“I want it, Sir. I want it hard.”

“And you shall have it. Hard. Tell me when you’ve had enough.”

Thea nodded, then dropped her forehead back onto her arms.

She lurched forward when the first swat landed, heavy and solid against her left buttock. The bite resounded through her, sinking deep into her flesh.

“Christ, Sir. That
does
sting.”

“A few more, I think. To warm you up ready to be fucked.”

“Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

The next three slaps were delivered in quick succession, and Thea screamed with each one. The paddle was long. It could strike both sides of her bum at once, and her Dom seemed intent on covering her entire arse with its scorching fire. Her pussy was open and exposed, but Tony avoided striking her there. She was glad, though perhaps a little disappointed too. The aftershocks of each spank resonated through her trembling buttocks, and her pussy vibrated with the intensity of it. The next two slaps evoked sharp grunts from her. She was nearing the limit of her endurance, but she hated having to ask her Dom to stop. A couple more would be fine, maybe three or four.

The paddle whistled through the air again and landed full across the back of her right thigh. Thea let out a scream and grasped the duvet in her fist. She was sobbing now, her bottom clenching as she dug deep to ride the pain. Her natural endorphins helped, and would be coursing through her body by the bucket load. She was going to need a lot more than that to weather the rest of this paddling though.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Thea shook her head.

“Liar.”

“Sir?”

“You’re at your limit. You can tell me that. You know you can.”

“I’m not, I…”

He laid the paddle on the bed beside her. Thea sighed and reached for his hand, only now succumbing to the wave of relief, now that the paddling was over.

“Why didn’t you say?”

“No need. You always know.”

“One day I might not. I’m not psychic. What if I didn’t notice and pushed you past your limit? You should protect yourself.”

“If you were a Dom who didn't take notice I would never have agreed to wear your collar. I wouldn’t have scened with you all these months.”

“Fair point I suppose. Even so, one day I intend to punish you for this lax habit of yours. Not today though. Today I’m too pleased with you to want to correct your behaviour. But be warned, Mrs Richmond…”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“It’s your name. One of them, anyway. So, did you like my new toy?”

“It hurts. A lot.”

“I know.”

“I’m glad I tried it, but I’m not sure I like it that much. Do you mind?”

“Not at all. Shall we just keep it for special occasions then? I think it will come in useful when you need to be taught a lesson.”

“Remind me to try to avoid that.”

He nuzzled his face in her hair as he murmured his next words. “You know I cherish you. You’re my submissive and very precious to me. But one day, I
will
use this again, and I
will
hurt you. You need to understand that if you’ll be wearing my collar.”

Thea nodded, and reached for him. Immediately he gathered her up and held her against his chest.

“Fuck me now, Sir. Please. I need that.”

“Do you want to be on top? In view of your delicate derriere?” He patted the region in question.

Thea yelped. “Yes, please.”

Tony rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she lay on top, face down, her body draped across his chest. “Grab a condom from the drawer.” He indicated with his thumb where she would find the contraceptives. “Then I want you to remove my jeans and boxers, roll on the condom, and straddle me. I expect you to make a fine job of this, Mrs Richmond. Your customary attention to detail will be appreciated.”

Thea needed no second telling. She scurried off the bed to locate a condom, then leaned across him to undo the zip on his jeans. The button at the waist was already open. She drew his jeans down his legs, and thanked him when he lifted first one then the other to ease her task. She dropped the discarded clothing on the floor and paused to admire his solid cock.

A naked Tony was a rare and beautiful sight. She knew him intimately, knew his moods, his preferences, his tastes. He had been inside her in every which way conceivable. He had explored every inch of her body, he was familiar with every intimate detail, there was no part of her he had not penetrated, used, pleasured, yet she would not have to take off a second glove to count the number of times she’d actually seen him naked. She was in no hurry to conclude the experience.

She crawled back onto the bed and knelt at his side. He looked at her, one eyebrow raised.

“Is there a problem, Thea? Some reason why you’re not lowering your hot, wet cunt onto my cock right at this moment?”

She shook her head, and moved to straddle him. His hands at her waist stopped her.

“Thea? Tell me.”

“How do you do that? Always know?”

“Like you said earlier, I’m a Dom who takes notice. So?”

“I just, it’s just that I hardly ever get to see you—like this. You’re beautiful.”

“Kind words, Thea. And while we’re exchanging pleasantries, so are you. Now we’ve established that, the reason you’re not getting busy with that condom and jumping my bones is…?”

“I want to look.”

“You are looking.”