Page 100 of Objection
“Deep breaths, love. I want to play. I want to make you sing for me, my sweet little bird.” He carefully tied a blindfold around my eyes, turning everything black.
“Breathe. Focus on the sensation and give in to it. Let go for me,” he coaxed gently. His hands moved over my body, never in any kind of pattern or rhythm leaving me to constantly guess where the next touch would be. It was heady and made me dizzy with lust.
Snap! Snap!
The crop landed against the lower curve of my ass with a sharp sound ringing out into the room, making me gasp and sigh.
“That’s my girl.”
Snap! Snap!
His fingers followed the motion, scratching his nails over the light pink marks he left.
I kept my breathing as deep and easy as I could, letting myself fall into his care, fall into his command.
Over and over the hits came, followed by touches, caresses, even kisses to soothe the stinging sensations. Long ago, I had feared the pain, had worried that it wasn’t for me, but I had learned so much in my years as his submissive. I let go and let myself enjoy it. It helped me to let go of the stressors in my life. It helped me to process the trauma I had suffered. It helped me to focus. It helped me to relax. It did all this and more and, yet was still somehow nearly unexplainable to anyone who hadn’t experienced it themselves.
There was a pause in his motions, and I could hear him switching the crop for another implement. When the swish came flying through the air, followed by the deep thuddy pain, I groaned. His heavy elk leather flogger was a thing of beauty. With stunning deep black falls interwoven with shining emerald green falls, it was the envy of nearly every person we had encountered at the local dungeon.
I fell deeper into that dizzy, happy place in my head where nothing mattered anymore. Nothing mattered except letting go and trusting in my Dominant. The smile on my face was wide and happy as I settled there, letting the pain wash over me and cleanse me of all stress.
He could tell when I was in that place, in that delicious headspace. He could read me so well. I heard the flogger hit the floor after several more hits, and he changed his tactics. There were no more strikes. No, he now chose to play my body. The sharp spikes of the pinwheel ran over the sensitive places on my body, making me gasp and arch and whimper for him. Over my inner thigh. The underside of my breast. The crease of my thigh. Over my labia. Over and over, each new place causing a new reaction. His other hand made its way to the apex of my thighs, finding my clit with his fingertips and circling the swollen bud as the pinwheel continued its torturous path.
His fingers slipped inside of me, making me moan as his lips found my ear.
“You’re such a deliciously filthy girl, aren’t you? Desperate for my touch and desperate for my pain? Christ, owning you is the single greatest thing I have every done in my life,” he rasped against the shell of my ear.
His fingers slid deep inside of me again, thrusting back and forth as my back arched hard and my moans spilled past my lips at the invasion.
“That’s it, baby. Get loud for me. I want to make your voice hoarse with how loudly you beg me to take you.”
His fingers were relentless, hitting my g-spot with unerring accuracy and making my legs shake.
“Please, Sir!” I begged, feeling the tingles of my orgasm begin between my legs.
“Not yet, sweet girl. Just a little longer.”
Faster and faster his fingers moved, in and out, right against that spot.
“I wonder,” he whispered just at my ear. “I wonder if I can make you flood the floor with all of your sweet juices. Think you can do that, baby? Think you can let go and flood this fucking room. Squirt for me. Let go, love. Let go and cum. Now!”
Everything was taken away in that moment. I had absolutely no control of my body, giving it solely over to him as my orgasm hit like a freight train, gushing past my thighs and over his hand just as he had requested.
My moans turned into sobs of bliss and need as he made me cum again and again. Over and over.
Finally, he removed his fingers from my pussy, but not before he pulled the blindfold off. I watched, heavy lidded as he slipped his fingers into his mouth to taste me.
“Christ yes, baby. That’s what I like. Taste yourself,” he offered, his fingers running my own cum over my lips until I opened my lips and tasted myself.
“My favorite dessert,” he sighed.
Carefully, he unhooked my cuffs from the ring and lifted me into his arms. His lips found mine, kissing me with all the passion he possessed until I had forgotten whose air I was breathing. My legs wrapped around his torso, and he carried me quickly across the room. I had no idea where we were going until my back hit the wall sharply.
I felt the head of his cock against my lower lips and wondered when he had removed his clothing. I was completely oblivious, lost in a haze of sexual need and pure lust for this man.
“Mine,” he growled, his cock sliding deep inside of me and ending any thought I could have had.
“Yours,” I answered on a breathy moan, feeling myself stretch around his hard length as he pounded deeper, harder within me.
