Page 4 of Twisted Bonds
Crying out, she comes hard, and once she's done, I pull her back against my chest and whisper, "That's my good girl." Then, I continue reading off the list.
Two
Ryan
I remember that day very well. I wasn't sure how it would turn out, but it's all worked out for the best. That was four months ago, and we are better than ever. This arrangement I made with Bain has worked in both our favor. He gives me what I need, and I give him what he needs.
I've had a stressful week at the Foundation; another large bust went down, so I've been trying to get the new tenants settled into the shelter. I don't have to say anything when I enter the Manor this evening. Bain is just coming out of his office and takes one look at me.
"Meet me in five minutes, pretty girl."
That's Bain's way of telling me to be in the playroom in five minutes. I don't have to kneel since he said meet instead of wait. Sighing, I smile and mouth the words "thank you" to him and head upstairs. I undress in my room and throw my silk robe on before heading for the room on the third floor.
I'm only in the room for a few seconds when I hear him enter, and I look over my shoulder and smile. He slides my robe off my shoulders, and his lips automatically go to my bare skin. Bain never kisses my mouth, but he isn't shy about kissing every other part of my body.
"What level are you thinking, pretty girl? Light, medium, or heavy?"
"I think a heavy one is in order today."
"That bad, huh?"
I nod.
"Okay, I will start with the flogger, then move to the paddle, then the whip."
"Thank you, Sir."
"You're welcome, pretty girl."
I approach the cross and allow Bain to cuff all four limbs. He always starts with the flogger on the days I need the whip. He says he likes to warm it up for the real thing. Once he's finished with the flogger, he moves on to the paddle. I love the paddle, too. Mainly when he uses the slimmer ones that deliver a delicious bite, but today's is thicker.
"Your ass is such a pretty pink, pretty girl. Are you ready for the whip now?"
"Yes, Sir…please."
"Tell me exactly what you want, pretty girl."
"I want you to give me ten lashes and then fuck me so I can feel the burn across my skin."
"God, you're amazing," he says as he moves to retrieve his favorite whip.
I always jerk on the first one, but then I welcome the rest that follows. Typically, I would count each lashing if I were being punished, but I don't have to since this isn't a punishment. When he's done, he returns the whip and comes back. With no warning, he thrusts into me because he already knows that I'm dripping with arousal from being whipped. He reaches around and plays with my clit.
"Come for me, pretty girl, so I can put cream on these welts before I fuck you again."
He always talks so dirty to me. Some days, it's downright filthy and makes me blush, but I come so much harder when he does. He slaps my clit, and I come for him, making him chuckle. It amuses him that I get off on pain, and he uses it to punish me at times, holding back and not letting me feel any kind of pain. It's pure torture at times.
Uncuffing the restraints, he picks me up and lays me on my stomach as he rubs the soothing cream on me. He squeezes and massages the cream in, giving me the burn I love to feel. When he's done, this is when he gets to use me for his pleasure. Bain always gives me what I need first before taking what he wants.
Yanking my hips in the air, he thrusts back into me. "Come see me in the morning before you leave the house. I want to plug up this beautiful ass before you go off to work."
"Yes, Sir." I grin as I look over his shoulder, and then he grabs my hair and yanks on it. I moan, loving the roughness of his fucking as he pounds into me.
I remember the first time we had sex. It wasn't the same day we started our D/s arrangement. In fact, it wasn't even a week after we started. It took us two weeks before Bain's cock entered my body.
"Are you sure you're ready for this, Ryan? Once we cross this line, there is no going back," Bain says.
"I'm sure." I've been sure since we started.
