THE PLEASURE OF HIS PUNISHMENT : THE COMPLETE COLLECTION (10 EROTIC SEX STORIES OF SEXUAL SUBMISSION) (11 page)

She tensed as he moved behind her and she felt him spread her cheeks.  "Relax, Hannah." 

"I-I'm trying."  She was trying, but the thought of anything going up her virgin hole was terrifying. 

His fingers slid between her legs, stroking her.  It felt so good to have his fingers caressing her that she tried to push against them, but she was immobile, trapped in her state of unsatisfied pleasure.  He smoothly inserted the butt plug as he fingered her wet folds. 

"Yow!"  The large bulbous head slid past her tight anal sphincter and locked into place.  It hurt going in as it stretched the taunt, oval muscle, but as it passed through and lodged in place she only felt a sensation of fullness. 

"Isn't that nice."  His voice was low and soothing as he wiggled the ring.  His fingers were still sliding in her wet pussy, teasing the folds, occasionally gliding lightly over her clit. 

Yes.  Yes.
  The butt plug filled her and his fingers teased as she writhed.  He had to make her orgasm soon.  This state of frustration was killing her.   She had never burned so desperately, needed to climax so badly.  It was tearing her body apart.  

As his fingers came out from between her legs she groaned.  "Please, Ryan.  Please," she cried out as he began to release her legs. 

"You beg so sweetly it almost makes me want to hear you come."  He rolled her, catching her in his arms as she came off the table.  He lifted her up and carried her to another table.  "But I think I'm ready to play with you on your back now."

Her feet were being bound in stirrups that spread her legs wide apart and slightly bent up, her ass at the edge of the table.  He attached her leather bound wrists to a clip above her head.  She was splayed over the table like a feast and open to him in every way.

"Look at me."  He was standing between her legs, towering over her like a conquering hero.  His expression was fierce but adoring as their eyes met.  "You look beautiful.  Laid out for my pleasure and attention." 

Her eyes couldn't look away even as his diverted to run over her entire body.  He looked hungry and aroused. 

He cupped her breasts and leaned over to lave her right nipple.  It was already pebbled and hard, begging for his stroking tongue. 

"I need to come."  She was wiggling on the table, helpless to his touch.  "Please." 

She yelped as she felt a clamping on her sensitive, hard nipple.  It was a nipple clamp and it hurt, squeezing her tightly, slowing the circulation.  Her body revolted and she whimpered.  As he laved her other nipple she knew what was coming.  He clamped it on as she squealed.

"Oh God.  They hurt."  She looked down at the clothespin type clamps sticking out prominently from her nipples. 

She panted as the pain shot through her body.  Everything was magnified now and his hands on her body was almost like torture.  Erotic torture. He stroked her thighs as he sat on a stool between her legs.  She was feeling every sensation with an intensity that was threatening to drive her insane. 

She jerked against her imprisonment as his hot tongue stroked along her tender lower lips, sliding through her moist pussy with tormenting strokes.  Her eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched, trying to get more pressure, more stimulation.  She murmured incoherently, babbling,  "Yes.  Please.  More."

She screamed as he twisted the ring on her anal plug, intensifying the sensation of his tongue.  It ran lightly over her hard nub and circled, over and over.  Her head thrashed and she fought her restraints, unable to contain her passionate response. 

It was too much.  The line between pleasure and pain was blurred.  It all combined, ready to combust.  

"I can't do this anymore.  Please.  I need to come."  She was pleading, shame not even a shadow in her mind.  She had one thought in her mind...and that was release.  Her body was ready to explode with sensual, erotic pulses that grew stronger and stronger.

She lost track of time and rational thought.  She was whirling, drowning in sensation, dizzy from pleasure. 

She heard someone screaming and it took her several moments to realize it was her screaming for satisfaction.  Begging, pleading.  "I need it.  Please.  Please." 

Ryan rose from his chair, his eyes torrid and fierce.  "Who is your master?" 

"You are," she replied immediately, ready to give him anything, do anything to make him happy.

He unzipped his jean and lowered them enough to free himself.  His cock popped out heavy and engorged. 

"Beg me for it.  Call me Sir,"  he coaxed as he wet the head of his member in her folds. 

Anything.  Everything.  Whatever he wanted.  She had to have him now.  "Please fuck me, Sir.  Please."

She saw his eyes light with triumph.  He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips.  "You are a good girl, Hannah.  Time for your reward."

Her heart thumped with pleasure at his praise as he grasped her thighs and pushed slowly inside of her aching, empty channel. 

She gasped as he filled and stretched her.  He was large and it had been a while, but the pressure sucked her breath from her body.  He left the plug inserted inside of her ass and her walls had to extend to accept him. 

He groaned.  "Christ.  You're so tight and wet, Hannah."

She moaned as he pulled out and thrust back in hard.  He slid roughly along her g-spot, and she tried to lift her hips as he retreated and pumped hard back into her. 

"Oh God.  Yes.  Harder."  Her exclamation came out in a harsh raspy voice that she didn't even recognize as her own. 

Her hips came up to meet every invasion of his cock which was slamming into her.  He gave it to her rough and hard.  She need it that way.  No mercy.

Ryan toyed with her plug as he pummeled her with deep, fast strokes. 

Faster.  Then faster still.  He was pressing against her womb, taking her completely. 

She gave herself over, mindless to anything but her impending orgasm that was threatening to rip her apart. 

He moved his hand from her plug and plunged it between their bodies.  One pinch of her clit and she was tumbled over the edge. 

"That's it, baby.  Let go," Ryan encouraged as he continued to thrust into her.  His breathing was ragged and heavy, but he never let up on his pace. 

Her climax didn't hit with gentle ripples of pleasure.  Instead, it slammed into her like a full force gale, a hurricane that rocked her body, pulsating through her entire being.  She threw her head back and screamed as her body trembled and exploded. 

Her heart was racing and she was hyperventilating to try to get oxygen into her body as Ryan buried himself inside of her.  He cursed as his hot stream released deep in her channel. His hands were clenching and releasing on her thighs as he came. 

He stayed buried inside of her as his head landed on her shoulder.  She could feel his chest heaving.  Both of them were sweating and drenched. 

He recovered his senses first and pulled himself out of her.  He sat on the stool and untied her leg restraints and then stood to release her restrained wrists,  fumbling a little as he worked.

She winced as he removed the breast clamps and circulation began to flow back into her nipples.  The plug came out of her rear without pain.  

She laid there, unable to think, not capable of moving.   What the hell had just happened to her?  She didn't know it was possible to have an orgasm that intense. 

Ryan released her leather cuffs and pulled her up and into his arms.  He carried her to a bed that was pushed up against one wall and collapsed with her in his arms.  His body broke the fall and she ended up sprawled on top of him. 

She moved to one side, but he pulled her against him. 

They recovered together, their breath and minds slowly returning to rational thought.  Her body was humming and tingling from satisfaction. 

"I don't know if I will ever be able to look at you over a conference table or in the courtroom again and not want to fuck you senseless."  His comment came out in a strangled rush. 

Hannah smiled and flushed, imagining them having to meet again after this.  It might be a little awkward.  She leaned up on her elbow, staring down at his incredible body.  She kissed him lightly on the cheek.  "Thank you, Ryan."

He turned his head and impaled her with a glance.  "For what?"  He sounded genuinely confused. 

"For fulfilling a fantasy.  It was an amazing birthday."  She couldn't lie to him or try to blow it off.  It was a life changing experience for her.  He had freed her from shame and completely blown her mind.  "This will always be our secret.  I'll never tell anyone."

"It's not the end, Hannah.  This is the beginning."  He propped himself on one arm so that they were face to face.

She met his eyes and told him honestly, "I can't do this again with you, Ryan.  I don't have casual sex.  This was an extraordinary experience for me, but if it hadn't been you here today...this wouldn't have happened."

"I want you to be with me, Hannah.  Not casually or lightly.  I want to see where this goes."  He stroked her cheek gently and she could see that he was serious. 

"I can't live this lifestyle all of the time, Ryan.  I'm sorry.  I like to be submissive in the bedroom but I can't change who I am."  Looking at him, she sort of wished she could.  

"I don't want you to change.  I don't live this lifestyle all of the time."  He sighed.  "I've always wanted a committed relationship but I wanted a woman who was intelligent and had a mind of her own outside of the bedroom and was submissive in bed."  He shot her a lopsided grin that made her heart skip a beat.  "I've just never found the right one.  I even enjoy vanilla sex sometimes.  Although I still like to be a little bit dominant even then.  I won't lie to you about that, Hannah."

She looked perplexed.  "Then why are you an instructor."

"I'm not.  Mike's a friend of mine.  When he couldn't get in touch with you on your cell phone...he called me.  He only asked me to come over and catch you here to let you know he couldn't be here when you arrived.  He had an emergency and had to leave.  I wasn't supposed to be a substitute. He just asked me to give you the note from Cindy in your file and tell you to call him to reschedule.  I was just doing him a favor.  I only live ten minutes from here."

"So you weren't really supposed to..."  her voice trailed off as she tried to take in the information. 

"Teach you your lessons?,"  he answered with a wicked grin. "No.  I wasn't.  But don't ask me to be sorry because I'm not. You were too damned tempting.  I didn't know you were the trainee.  This wouldn't have happened had it been anyone else.  I had planned on being in and out of here in five minutes."

She tried hard to be angry, but it fizzled as she looked at him.  He was mischievous and his smile made her heart melt. 

He was a bad boy.  She suddenly realized she had a real weakness for sinful men that made no apologies for it.  Or maybe she just had a weakness for Ryan.  He broke down her defenses in a way no other man ever had.

He leaned forward and gave her a kiss that made her toes curl.  When she came up for air she mused, "I guess we have nothing to lose." 

"How about a shower and a birthday dinner?"  He rose from the bed and stripped off his jeans and briefs, leaving him gloriously nude. 

She might be cautious...but she wasn't crazy.  She took his extended hand and let him help her up.  Her legs wobbled and he caught her around the waist and lifted her into his arms. 

She laughed as he swept her up.  "I can walk, Ryan." 

"I know you can."  He didn't put her down as he strode toward the shower.  "But you don't have to."  His impish grin was back.