Breathe (Songs of Submission #10)(8)

The first thwack to my inner thigh came without warning, and it was as hard as he’d ever hit me. I screamed into the glass bulb and rolled.

“On your back, Monica. Take your medicine.”

I rolled back and gingerly spread my legs. He whacked the other side. I screamed again, and tears rolled down my face.

He waited, ever patient, until I got back to center. He yanked my legs apart. “Don’t roll again. You stay on your back, and you show me what’s mine—only mine—to hurt.”

I spread my knees, biting the thin part of the plug. The places he’d whacked still stung. Even when he put two fingers inside me, the pain didn’t go away. It just moved up a level to a layer of pleasure, and I groaned into the plug when he twisted his fingers inside me.

“You’re f*cking soaked.”

He ran his fingers over my clit twice, and I almost came again.

“Oh no, goddess. You still need to be punished for that.”

He stepped back, and I braced myself for what was to come. His face was deep in concentration and arousal, lids hooded, lips apart slightly. His pleasure was mine as much as mine was his.

On that realization, he pulled his arm back and rained three strikes on my left thigh. When I screamed and twisted, he pulled me back, spreading my legs and giving me three on the right.

I couldn’t see him through my tears. He pulled the plug out of my mouth, leaving a trail of cry-spit between us. He made nothing of my sobbing. He owned it. If he didn’t want me to cry, I wouldn’t be crying.

“Open your ass for me.”

I put my hands over my ass and pulled the cheeks apart. He pulled me open with his fingers, looked at what he had to work with, and pressed the plug against my ass.

“How you doing, goddess?”

“Okay,” I sobbed.

“Do you remember your safe word?” He pushed in the plug. It was wider than it looked, and my * stretched.

“Ah! Hurts!”

“Safe word?”

“Tangerine and f*ck you.”

“Breathe, brat,” he said, jamming it in. He pulled it out so the widest part stretched me.

I breathed, and he stroked my clit slowly then kissed it. My body relaxed when his lips touched me, and when his tongue flicked my clit, my back arched with pleasure.

The plug slid in and stayed.

“Legs down. Get on all fours. Let me see.”

When I pressed my legs together, I felt the welts. They were shockingly painful, yet I felt a rush of happiness and well-being when they stung.

Behind me, I heard the rustle of clothing. He was getting naked. Bless him. Bless him, bless him, he was going to f*ck me. I closed my eyes and let the wash of contentment run through my veins.

He ran his hands through my hair, grabbed a fistful, and twisted my head toward him. He looked at my face, as if checking on me. Satisfied, he got a knee on the bed.

“Open your mouth. It gets f*cked first.”

I opened up. I had no choice. I wanted nothing more than his cock in my throat, and I took it. All of it, looking up at him. He pushed all the way down, pumping my face five times before pulling out so I could breathe.

“Safe word? You got it?”

“I know it,” I said then opened my mouth for him.

He gripped my hair hard. “Good.”

He shoved my face onto his cock and f*cked my throat, pulled away long enough for me to breathe or safe out, then f*cked my mouth again. I was panting when he finally stopped.

“Good girl. Would you like to come?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’m going to punish you for the first time you came. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

He pushed me onto my back and opened my legs. He slid his hand between them, rubbing me with four fingers, then he slid them inside.

“Oh, God.”

The next thing was a surprise. The slap right on my cunt was painful and sharp, making me scream. It blossomed into a hint of pleasure.

“You get three. That was one. Count.” He slapped it.

“Two.”

Again, and hard.

My back arched, and I cried out. “Three!”

“You’re so f*cking good,” he growled, moving his hands over me. “Look at me. I love you. Come now.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not when he stroked me like that. I’d been bursting before he even touched me, so on his third stroke, my ass clenched and the pain of the welts disappeared as I came into his hand.

I came off the high when he pulled the plug out of my ass. I gasped.

He reached for his night table drawer and got out a washcloth and lubricant. The plug went into the washcloth, and the lube went all over my ass. I put my hands in his hair and turned to my side. He got up on his knees and put my right leg over his right shoulder.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Yes, please. Do it hard. Make it hurt.”

He did, thrusting his huge cock into my ass in two strokes. It stretched me to the point of pain just the way I liked, but the pain didn’t have the same sharpness I felt when he f*cked it without a plug. I was full. Too full. Breaking softly around his cock.

“How is that?” he asked, leaning over my bent leg to kiss my cheek.

“Fuck. So good. So f*cking… my God.”

His hips moved faster, deeper, pushing into my ass. He flicked my clit, and even though I’d just come, the rising tide of another orgasm filled me.