Page 57 of Degrees of Control
I slide it in further, deeply rooting it, before pushing the button which ignites the gentle pulsing sensations that I can now feel radiating against me.
“Flip over on your stomach and lay on top of the pillows,” he says, adjusting them as I turn. My ass is now elevated and the vibrator is held firmly in place by my weight and the pillows, lightly pulsating, igniting a slowly developing need within me.
“I have wanted to do this ever since I found out you took off from the resort. Then when I found out you took my jet and flew off to Brazil, I had exactly this vision in my mind. No ties, just you laying completely at my mercy of your own accord,” he says, drawing a line down the bottom of my spine and over my exposed rear. “I contemplated many punishments, but then I came across this lovely little paddle,” he says, tracing it along the path of his fingers. It is cool in contrast to my heated skin as it circles the cheeks of my ass.
“It’s important for you to tell me if it is getting too intense. Can you do that, Katarina?” he asks, trailing the implement over my cheeks, and top of my thighs.
“Yes,” I say, turning my face to the side. I can feel the flush of my cheeks; my body is having a difficult time not rubbing against the vibrator for relief. If I move, I am not sure if I will be able to control it. It is pulsating up and then down, causing an ache deep inside of me.
“Very good, I think a paddle to the ass for each day since we returned from Aruba will do nicely,” he says, circling the paddle against my skin. I quickly do the math in my head; almost two weeks. Thirteen times? I swallow, trying to diminish my apprehension.
“Now you are going to be punished, Katarina. Your responsibility is to ensure you do not cum until I allow you to or for you to tell me it’s getting to be too much. Are you ready?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, trying to keep my ass cheeks from clenching as I anticipate the whack of the paddle. It is slow coming and connects with a loud cracking sound. It does not hurt as badly as I anticipated, but instead, propels my raised body deeper onto the vibrator; its friction against my clit causes the intensity in my desire to ignite. The second, third and fourth come succinctly, in the same fashion. It is all I can do not to moan aloud as he continues, my body rubbing against the droning end of the vibrator with each connection of the paddle to my body. I finally get my breathing in sync after seven, eight and nine, forcing myself to think of something else, warding off the intense desire of orgasm that threatens.
“You’re doing well, Katarina. Breathe through it, Baby,” he encourages. I am beyond heated, my body screaming for release, but we have to be near the end. I have lost count and just as I do not believe I can hold on any longer he says, “Very well done,” sliding me onto my back, turning my body so my legs are hanging over the edge of the bed on either side of him. He slowly pulls the vibrator from my body, and with one rigid thrust penetrates me. The heat from his body is intense compared to that of the vibrator and as he moves, the desire within me ignites. I softly moan, knowing I will not be able to hold on much longer, but not wanting to give in. My body clenches around his tightly, my legs entwine around his waist, pulling him in as deeply as possible.
“Cum for me, Katarina,” he says, and my body responds shamefully to his command, trembling around him as he releases deep inside of me. We lay together for what seems like an eternity as we catch our breath. He lies on his side and pulls me into his arms, kissing my lips as he brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “I love you, Baby,” he says, holding me tightly against his beating chest, sealing my lips with a deep kiss before I can respond.
“I love you, too,” I say, barely able to speak yet.
“You look absolutely wrecked. Let’s get you into a warm bath and washed up before you fall asleep,” he says, getting up to turn the whirlpool on in the bathroom. I hear the water running and walk nude into the living room to pour us each a glass of white wine before heading into the bathroom. The smell of chamomile wafts through the air and I inhale its scent deeply. The lights are low and one single candle burns on the stone ledge of the tub. He turns the water off as I set the glasses down and holds out his hand, assisting me into the warm depths as I sit in front of him. I stretch my legs out over the top of his, entwining them as I lean back against his chest. He pushes my hair off my shoulder and kisses the sensitive skin of my neck.
“You did very well today, Katarina. I didn’t think you would last,” he says.
“I didn’t know if I would at first or near the end. It was pretty intense. I wasn’t expecting that,” I say.
“What didn’t you expect?” he asks, still rubbing the skin along my neck with his lips.
“Well, I thought the punishment was the paddle,” I say, glad I am not facing him since I can feel the warmth of my blush rise to my cheeks.
“So you thought it would hurt?” he asks.
“Well, the thought crossed my mind. It looked pretty intimidating in the box and you did say you intended to punish me,” I say.
“Indeed, I did. I think I also told you the very first time I spanked you that by punishment I intend to drive you absolutely crazy, not hurt you. Did I not?” he asks.
I smile as I recall asking him to spank me the first time, wanting to know what it would feel like. “Yes, you did and that did cross my mind,” I say.
“Were you scared, Katarina? Did you think I might hurt you?” he asks softly.
“A little apprehensive may describe how I was feeling, but I knew I could stop at any time. I didn’t want to give in once I figured out what the punishment was, but I wouldn’t have made it if you hadn’t encouraged me to breathe through it,” I say, taking a small sip of my wine.
“Yes, your breathing had changed,” he says, turning me around to face him, straddling my legs on either side of his thighs.
“You knew I was getting too close,” I say, running my finger across his lower lip.
“Baby, when we’re playing like that it’s my responsibility to know exactly where you are both physically and emotionally. I have to be aware of those things so I don’t push you too far. Was it too intense for you?” he asks, concern showing in his eyes as he searches my features.
“It was very intense, and it was a punishment. You know I don’t like it when you keep me hanging like that, especially when it’s that hot,” I say blushing.
“You were intended to feel the difficulty of waiting, holding back while things were swirling out of your control, but not more than you could take, Baby,” he says.
“It took everything I had to control my response. And you intentionally led me to believe that I was going to get spanked hard,” I exclaim.
His eyes are full of laughter as he contemplates this. “I do admit, I intended for you to think about it, hoping that you would trust me enough to play,” he says.
“Devil,” I exclaim, as he lifts me up and onto his rigid cock sinking me onto his hardness until he is fully rooted inside of me.
