Page 21 of Rock Bottom
“Breathe, little Silver.”
I sucked in a ragged lungful, and it only made my asshole spasm around him, sharpening the pain, inflaming the burn. I blew it out, my face buried in the sheets.
“Again.” It was an order, so I did it again. Andagain.
When the pain dulled enough I could think, could breathe, he pressed deeper, the stretch flaring white-hot again.
This time he made me take a deep breath and hold it while he counted out loud, down from thirty. The third time through I blew out at seventeen, and he came out of my ass and spanked my butt cheeks with his open hand, finishing the count one punishing blow after another as he counted down from seventeen to zero, counting down at the same speed as before — one aching blow of his hand every second, each strike an exclamation mark reminding me who I belong to, who is in charge, what happens when I don’t obey.
He took a few seconds to relube his cock before he pressed back into my swollen, hot, tortured asshole, and I swear he jammed himself deeper than he’d been when I’d disobeyed, stretching me until a scream ripped all the way up from my diaphragm.
“Soak in the pain, little Silver. Take it. Takeme. What does your pain equal?”
“Affection, Sir.” It came out between broken, ragged breaths, way more girly than I wanted to sound, but Julian had earned my trust, my submission, my respect, so I clamped my mouth shut when I was tempted to safeword.
It felt like more than I could handle, but this wasn’t the first time I’d had his dick in my ass, so I knew I could survive it despite the way it felt. He pressed himself inside me faster than he’d ever done before,andwithout prep, but it was just pain. My rectal muscles weren’t actually going to rip open.Probably.
“You are perfect, little Silver,” he murmured, right before he shoved in deeper, once, twice, and thenfinallymaking it all the fucking way inside me, but he didn’t pause, didn’t give us a moment to appreciate the front of his body touching the back of mine — he slid out and back in. Out and back in. So far out. So far in. Thrusting at first, thenpounding. He wasn’t a tiny bit breathless a few minutes later when he asked, “Any doubt about who’s buried in your ass, little Silver?”
I shook my head against the sheets so they scraped on my cheek a little. “No, Sir.” It came out a little staccato while he drove into me without mercy, but somewhere in the relentlessness, in the steady, consuming rhythm, was an unspoken promise I wasn’t alone. He treated me as if Ibelongedto him and he fully understood the gravity of that ownership.
“Poor little Silver with her pussy empty and her ass full.” He lifted me enough to straighten my dick out under me, and then resumed pounding me, impossibly harder and faster, dragging my dick across the weave of the sheet.
“Fuck, Sir. I’m going to need to come soon!”
“I know you are, little Silver, but not until I do. I’ll tell you when you can.”
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Julian
I went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up, and then took my time unwrapping Silver’s legs. Ilovethe imprint of rope on skin, the grooves contrasting beautifully on her pale flesh. So primal. I couldn’t help tracing the lines, feeling the texture of her skin, even licking it a few times — I was getting used to the saltier taste of her, and understanding why made it even more a part of Silver, part of the woman I was head-over-heels in love with, when I’d never understood that phrase before, but it made perfect sense, now. I hadn’t even drunk from her, and I was utterly addicted to her.
I was rock hard again by the time I had her unwrapped, throbbing with need, and I knew I needed her one more time before the sun forced me to leave. It was time to put her on her back, bind her wrists to her ankles, and then make love to her rather than fucking her, which I had to admit is what I’d done to her asshole.
I wanted to taste her blood. My inner beast wanted to sink my fangs in and drink deeply, but I wasn’t going to cloud her mind and make her forget. No, the first time I bit my Silver would be with her consent, with her begging me to do it, and she’d remember every moment. I’d earned her trust and I would honor that. Always.
Once I’d buckled the wrist and ankle cuffs on and clipped each wrist to its corresponding ankle, I stepped back, looked her over, and decided she needed a little more restraint. Needed to be held open, with no way to close herself off.
“You’re so beautiful, my lovely Silver, but this gives you too much freedom, I think.”
I ran a rope under her bed and brought the ends up, tying them off to her ankle cuffs so she had no choice but to spread her legs wide, which conveniently put her wrists out to the side as well. Spread open as an offering, perfect in every way, pussy already clenching a little, and her dick hard and pulsing. I can see and sense the blood flow, so there was no doubt how she felt, stretched so wide open,nothingwas hidden.
Luckily, my Silver is quite flexible.
I’d seen a TENS and a violet wand in her drawers but hadn’t considered using them, but with Mordecai’s advice in my head, I decided perhaps a little more adrenaline might be called for.
I traced some of the lingering marks on her breasts, left over from the floggers, and then ran my hand down her flat stomach to her dick, but I only lightly ran my hand down it, teasing with feather-soft touches. Male arousal rose into the air, when it’d been mostly female before. I dipped the tip of a single finger into her pussy, and the female scent was heavier. I leaned in and licked across her pussy and up, from the root of her cock to the head, and both scents wafted up. I breathed it in, luxuriating in the aroma that is Silver before I stood and told her, “Everything about you is perfect, my darling Silver. I’ll be back before you can count to thirty.”
It didn’t take long to get the wand from her closet, return to her, put a condom on — because I wouldn’t want to pause to put one on later — and then I prepared to start while she watched.
I scented apprehension layered with arousal while I connected the rake attachment, and then a little sweetly-spiced fear when I moved it towards her chest.
She closed her eyes, but that wouldn’t do, so I told her, “Watch, dear Silver.”
She opened her eyes and met my gaze, which technically isn’t what I’d told her to do, but I decided it was fine.
I slid the glass rake all over her breasts first, running the tines so they went around her nipples the first dozen times before I made direct contact with them.
