by Kitty Thomas
“I’m sorry, I...”
“Don’t go for it all at once. Use your tongue. Lick. Kiss. Take your time with it. Then suck. And you only have to take a little more than the head at first. You’ll learn to deep throat over time. You don’t have to do that now.”
She went in for her second attempt. He gripped the edges of the chair as her hot wet tongue swirled around his cock. She moaned against his skin, and he knew it wasn’t an act she was putting on. It was the arousal cream making her so enthusiastic. Right now she was so turned on that he could get her to do anything, and she wouldn’t balk at the suggestion.
“You can use your hand too. Hand and mouth,” he managed to get out.
At times she was clumsy, but she was so sweet and determined. And it didn’t matter. He’d waited so long to have her hot little mouth on his cock, that it only took a couple of minutes of beginner sucking for him to come apart like a fucking schoolboy.
“Swallow.”
He massaged her throat with one hand, helping her. Afterward she pulled away and stayed quiet on her knees, waiting. Gabe took several long slow breaths to gain control of himself. They had a long evening ahead of them, and he was far from done with her.
As Julie waited on her knees between Gabe’s legs she realized suddenly that the overpowering arousal had stopped. The clawing, screaming need to be touched between her legs had faded. What she felt now was absolute relief.
It was as though pleasing him and swallowing his cum had given her her own release at least from the unyielding need. She wasn’t stupid. She knew it didn’t really work that way. He obviously knew how long that evil cream he’d put on her lasted and had timed things so that she would have the illusion of relief and release from pleasing him.
Gabe zipped his pants. “Stand up and come with me,” he said.
Julie struggled to her feet and followed him across the room. When he stopped in front of a pole very similar to the one she’d been whipped on before, she took several steps back. “N-no. No.”
He turned toward her, an eyebrow raised. “No? Does my pet say no to me?”
She wanted to run, but she was half naked and there was nowhere she could go, so instead she dropped to her knees. “Please, please… don’t.” Had she displeased him? “I-I warned you. I told you that I wasn’t a favorite with the others and that you would be disappointed...”
It had only been a matter of time before he figured out what a foolish waste of money she was.
She knew he’d told her not to beg, but she was pretty sure that was about orgasms—an inconsequential thing at the moment. And how could she not beg when she was so scared? Yes, she’d had a strange reaction to the last punishment, but it still hurt, and she was still scared. The last time he’d said he was going easy on her. He might not go easy this time.
She flinched when he touched her shoulder then pulled her up to stand.
“Julie. This isn’t punishment. This is play. You will like it. Just trust me.”
He pulled her into his arms for a moment, stroking her hair and back. She melted against him, her face pressed against his neck. He held her like that for several minutes. She was sure he could feel her heart pounding against him. Finally, when it slowed, he turned her to face the pole and fastened her wrists over her head into the cuffs.
Gabe unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. “Step out.”
She stepped out, now fully bared to his gaze, each article of clothing having been taken from her a bit at a time. She shivered.
“Cold or fear?”
“Fear.”
He turned her toward him and kissed her forehead. “You are my prized possession, you never ever have to fear me. I’m not going to hurt you. I would do anything to protect you and keep you safe.”
She wanted to believe him. Wasn’t it something, at least, that nothing that had happened between them had triggered any remembrance of the Dmitri nightmare?
Gabe crossed the room and dug around in a large wooden box on the ground. He came back with something that looked like a whip, but it had a lot of different strips of leather. She cringed away as he got closer with it.
He didn’t offer any further reassurance, and he didn’t tell her how many lashes she would have to endure.
“This is a flogger,” is all he said.
When the first strike landed, all the anxiety that had been balled up inside her unfurled in a wave of relief. There was a slight sting, but he was right, it didn’t really hurt.
“I want you to cry for me.”
With that pronouncement, the strikes got harder, but it still wasn’t outside of what she could tolerate. It wasn’t horrifying. It wasn’t a pain she pulled away from. It was the kind of pain she found herself pressing into, and each time the leather bit into her flesh, she became more sure that Gabe had been right about her from the beginning.
There was nothing that had happened at Dmitri’s that should make her crave… this.
“Good girl,” Gabe said.
Julie hadn’t realized she’d started crying. It was as if some unconscious part of her had the drive to obey him no matter what the request was. But crying was an easy thing. There was so much pent up anxiety that all she had to do was let go and allow it to flow out of her. It was too exhausting to hold all this inside her.
On the outside, she was doing everything he asked of her, but on the inside, she still allowed her fears to gain control of her, even when they didn’t materialize into anything but phantoms. Even when Gabe was nothing like those other men… even when she believed Gabe loved her despite the difficulty fully understanding how what he wanted from her and love could co-exist. Wasn’t love about equality?
And yet, when he stopped and began to kiss the side of her neck, she could feel his emotions pushing their way inside her. And she opened and let him inside.
He stroked her back and peppered kisses over the skin warmed from the flogger. After a few minutes of this, he returned the flogger to the box. He came back with a long thin bamboo cane.
“Now this… will hurt.”
The tears came harder now. Just when she was starting to really trust him, he was going to beat her with this?
“Shhh. Only two. I want to lay a couple of welts on your thighs. I need to lay a couple of welts on your thighs. Take a deep breath. It will be over in a couple of seconds.”
Julie took a deep breath and then shrieked when the first lash came down. She barely had a moment to catch her breath when the second came and was over. It was a bright, sharp spot of pain, but it was so fast that she hadn’t had much time to fear or anticipate it, and the pain was gone moments later.
But her body had reacted almost instantly, as she felt a trickle of wetness slip down her inner thigh.
Gabe ran his fingertips over the welts he’d left. “God, these are beautiful.” He admired his handiwork for a full minute, then returned the cane and uncuffed her.
She assumed they were done for now, but Gabe had other ideas. He led her over to a spanking horse.
“Lie on your stomach and straddle it.”
When she did, he put her wrists and ankles in new cuffs attached to the furniture. What could he possibly be about to do with her now?
She jerked in her bonds when his hand moved between her legs.
“So, so wet,” he said. “Your sweet little cunt needs to be fucked now, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes, Master.” Oh. That was what he could do with her now.
Somehow it had slipped her awareness that in the days he’d been looking at her and touching her and ordering her to touch him, that he hadn’t fucked her yet. For the briefest glimmer of a moment she worried it would somehow remind her of Dmitri’s house. And what if it did? Wouldn’t it still be Gabe inside her and not some other man?
He leaned over her, so that his chest pressed against her back. His lips brushed her ear. “Do not come. If you think you’re about to come, you tell me immediately. If you come, I will punish you.�
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“How will I know?”
“You’ll know.”
He rose off her and she heard the zipper again. Then in another moment he’d pushed himself inside her. She’d been afraid of his size, but he filled her in ways she hadn’t been aware were possible until this moment. And then he moved. It was an achingly slow tease as he drove in and out of her. His fingers interlaced with hers and then their breath began to move in concert.
His thrusts became harder and faster. The sounds emitting from his mouth became more guttural, as if he were in the process of a transformation from man to beast. Julie felt the seed of something growing inside her, a pressure that wanted to explode out of her. But she willed herself not to chase it. She wanted real release with him, but she didn’t want it as much as she wanted to please him.
Gabe gripped the back of her neck, pressing her down against the spanking horse as he came inside her.
Afterward, he uncuffed her and helped her to sit up. Something had shifted in the past few moments. Julie felt somehow more vulnerable than she’d ever felt with him before. She needed some reassurance from him, but she didn’t know how to ask for it. He’d said that he loved her, but what could that possibly mean to a man like Gabe? And wouldn’t he get bored with her?
Now that he’d had his conquest would things change? Would he grow cold? Would he move on to someone else, leaving her shattered forever?
He went around the cell, gathering up the bits of clothing and the boots that had been abandoned at various points. He brought them back to her and quietly helped her get dressed. He didn’t say anything, so she didn’t say anything, though she wanted to.
When she was dressed again, he went to the chair he’d been sitting in earlier and brought back a black box that had been sitting on the floor beside him. Inside the box was a long, thick gold chain. He attached it to her collar and started to lead her from the room.
“Where are we going?”
“Back upstairs to our room.”
She became suddenly self-conscious of the welts on her thighs that she knew could be seen with the super short mini skirt. Not that being paraded around on a gold leash wasn’t bad enough.
“But you said you wouldn’t humiliate me in public.”
“Trust me, being led on my leash is not humiliation. Every girl in this house wants to be you.”
Julie tried to avoid looking at the other girls as he led her through the foyer to the stairs that led up to the second floor, but she managed to catch one girl’s gaze. Gabe was right. That girl wanted to be her.
The moment of exposure passed quickly, and soon they were on the second level away from prying eyes. Gabe led her to their bedroom and took the leash off.
“I’ll be right back. You can take the boots off and change into something comfortable.”
She didn’t know where he was going or how long he would be gone. She felt a little abandoned. He’d just fucked her and now what? He was leaving? She took off the boots and changed into some bright blue shorts and a white T-shirt and sprawled on the bed.
A few minutes later, Gabe returned with a tray of food. It was well past dinnertime. So much had gone on that she’d forgotten to be hungry, but now she found she was ravenous. He put the tray between them on the bed and they ate. It was turkey and dressing, potatoes and gravy, green beans, and rolls tonight. And pumpkin pie.
It was nowhere close to November, but sometimes Phyllis got in a mood, and when she did, they all had an impromptu Thanksgiving. After they ate, he took the tray down. When he came back, he rubbed salve onto the welts on her thighs. They watched a movie together, and he held her.
When bedtime came, Gabe undressed her and helped her into bed, then he took out the tube of arousal cream. She inched away from his hand as he moved in to apply it.
Gabe’s expression was stern. “Open your legs and submit to me.”
Her legs fell open and he applied the cream. It seemed to start working faster this time, but that might have been because she knew what was coming. For one rebellious moment she thought perhaps she could find a way to covertly touch herself while Gabe was sleeping, but he had already anticipated her plan.
He went to the room next door for a moment and returned with a chastity belt. Attached on the inside was a large metal dildo. She lay utterly still as he put it on her, seating the metal protrusion deep inside her. By the time he’d locked it on, the arousal cream had fully activated.
Gabe turned out the light, got undressed, and got into bed beside her, pulling her into his arms. She squirmed and whimpered as her pussy throbbed and pulsed against the dildo that did nothing but fill her and increase her desperation for pleasure.
He held her firm against him. “Settle down. Accept this.”
She remained still, but the cream and the dildo drove her mad for nearly an hour. By the time the torment had finally subsided, she’d drifted into a strange sleep with vivid hypersexual dreams that seemed like a mere extension of the day.
42
Three weeks of this torture went by. Every day Brian worked her hard in the gym, and then Gabe would come for her. They would shower together and then he’d take her to the dungeon or a play room. Though she dreaded the arousal cream each day, she began to crave Gabe’s cock filling her mouth and throat because she knew by the time he came, the effects of the cream would wear off.
As the days had bled into weeks, she’d become increasingly enthusiastic about sucking him off, the feelings produced by the cream drove her on until she could no longer separate out in her head whether she was genuinely turned on by servicing him, or if it was the cream. She had a feeling her response by now would be Pavlovian.
Soon her technique improved and the need for tutoring diminished. Eventually she was taking him all the way, relaxing her throat as he’d trained her. With repeated exposure, she grew to feel deliriously happy pleasuring him, each time trying to make him come just a little harder.
Each day he used various whipping implements on her and slowly trained her to accept nipple clamps and an array of bondage setups. Each day he fucked her in a rotating variety of positions, and each time she felt that if she let go a tiny bit more she could come, but he’d ordered her not to, and she didn’t want to displease him. Each night, he tortured her once more with the arousal cream and the chastity belt with the metal attachment that filled her almost as fully as he did, but which couldn’t offer her anything but frustration. And each night she finally managed to find sleep in a porn-slathered fever dream.
She was in the gym working out with Brian, and she felt him. She knew by now when Gabe was near. She could feel him looking at her, looking into her. She glanced up to find him leaning against the door frame, as he always did.
“I’m ready for her,” he said.
“It’s not your turn. She’s got twenty more minutes of gym time,” Brian groused.
“I need her. Now,” he practically growled.
“Fine.”
Julie’s stomach clenched tight from the way he was looking at her, and even without the cream she could already feel the maddening arousal beginning. He held out a hand, and she crossed the room to him and took it.
After their shower, he led her to a playroom on the main floor and locked the door. It was one of the rooms that looked like a porn set.
Gabe turned on the lights and the camera. “I’m going to film you,” he said.
Julie tensed. By now, trusted him implicitly, but sometimes when something new was introduced, she couldn’t stop the brief anxiety. “What will you do with the film?”
“I’ll keep it safe. No one else will see it.”
She wondered if he would put it in the wall safe with the golden key for her collar.
“Are you going to be a good girl and let me film you?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Undress and go lie down on the bed.”
In the middle of the room was a circular bed with a thick red duvet on top, and lots of pillo
ws.
“Has anyone ever filmed you before?”
“No, Master.”
“Good.”
Julie peeled off her shorts and T-shirt and sprawled on the bed while Gabe adjusted the camera and moved it in closer to her.
“Spread your legs wide for me.”
She did, and Gabe finished setting up the camera. Then he joined her on the bed and pulled out a tube of the dreaded cream.
“I-is what we have special?” Julie asked. She couldn’t help herself. The thought had been rattling around in her brain almost since the moment she’d accepted his collar. He never flaunted the girls he trained in front of her, and he’d no doubt ordered them never to say a word to her about being with him, likely on pain of a dungeon session with Brian, but he was still with all those other women.
“Julie. I don’t love those girls. Sure, I enjoy training them. I like the physical sensations that come with it, but it doesn’t mean anything. It’s not you. They get trained, and they go.”
“Do you get attached to them?”
“No. But if I did it would make no difference. You are mine and you will always be mine.”
As long as what they had was special, the other girls didn’t matter.
“Now I have a question for you. What if I never allow you to have an orgasm? What if I torment you with the possibility every day for the rest of your life and never let you come?”
It hadn’t fully occurred to her that might happen, partly because she had grown to believe he cared for her, so of course he wouldn’t do something to her that would harm her over the long term. But as much as she wanted to find the completion at the end of arousal, she hardly knew what she was missing since it had never happened to her before.
Finally she said, “Then that would be your right and your decision.”
Gabe smiled, a deeply satisfied and almost smug smile. “Good.”
He opened the tube and massaged the arousal cream into her clit and around her labia. She felt the effects within minutes. Each time it was as if she had a temporary amnesia and forgot how intense her need was. Fuck what she’d just said. If he didn’t let her come, she was going to die.