Page 5 of Dark Time

I could see a glare of light along the top edge of the leather over my eyes, but nothing else. I wanted to feel something already, anything, and impatience began to course through me. I controlled it. I controlled my urge to moan out an order to him or a request that he touch me. I clamped down on it the same way I clamped my jaws down on that ball.

I inhaled and made my toes uncurl. That was when I felt the first slap of something flat and thin. It was a sharp sting against my ass, and I couldn’t help the loud gasp that escaped my throat then. It stung, it itched, it made me so damn wet!

Then another lash across the other globe of my bottom, and I knew it was the hardened piece of leather, about an inch and half wide, but almost a foot long. It was designed to leave marks, to make the sub itch and burn with desire at the same time.

I felt Dylan’s nails rake across my skin, and I knew he was inspecting the welts he’d created. I knew the skin would be pink and angry, a color that tempted him. Again, the explosion of pain, so close to my pussy, and the world tilted. He’d moved the barrel so that my ass would be higher in the air, while my head would be much lower. My feet were flat against the barrel, and the cuffs on my ankles held me in place and kept me from sliding off the surface.

He struck me again and again, almost a frenzy of blows, and my ass began to burn. Yet, the pain and the itch made my pussy throb and ache for more. I wanted him to hit me there, to make the blows land over my lower lips, to touch against my clit. I wanted to squirm, to draw his attention to my needs, but I knew that would just make him stop.

I needed so much, but I couldn’t ask for it. Not yet. I still had panties on, but I felt them go now. A slide of metal, a snip, and the delightful black panties fell around one ankle. I’d really liked them, but I could get another pair. For now, my skin was totally bare, and I knew that meant there was more to come.

A new sensation grabbed my attention as I felt something thick slide into me, an inch at first, and then deeper. It wasn’t Dylan’s cock, I knew that from the coolness of the object, so it must have been one of the dildos he had bought to use on me. I shook a little, but that was from pleasure, not fear.

Dylan wasn’t the kind of man who was afraid to experiment, obviously, and his goal through his domination of me was to take away my ego, to make me a canvas for his art. His art was giving me pleasure.

I shuddered when the dildo went in deeper, and his hand came up against my skin. I felt the heat of his skin against my inner thighs, and I moaned as he pushed into me all the way. I wanted him to move it within me, to fuck me with this thick, hard object. It felt good, but I knew what would make it better. His cock in my ass.

That wasn’t what he gave me, however. His hand held the dildo in place, while his other hand came down flat on my ass. I moaned around the ball in my mouth and felt my eyes roll back in my head. He was going to make me work for it then.

I lost control of myself and moved against my bonds. I pulled at the cuffs and tried to talk around the ball but couldn’t. Another slap jolted me back to my senses, and I knew my protests would only earn me more. Was that a bad thing?

I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t speak; all I could do was feel and smell. I would catch the faint hint of Dylan’s cologne, the smell of the wood and leather in the room, but little more. I couldn’t smell his skin or touch it with my mouth to taste it. I could only hang there and wait for his art.

His hand came down on the small of my back, but not as a strike. Softly, he splayed his hand on my skin and soothed me. I stopped my protests, and the momentary bad behavior calmed. I guessed he decided to give me a reward because something changed. A buzz began in my nether regions, and I knew it had to be the dildo.

He’d turned something on, and a warmth began to join with the buzz. A muffled moan came out of my throat, and my hips tensed. His fingers, still on my back, stroked me to keep me calm. I felt some movement between my thighs, and my head came up when his lips touched me. I knew it was his lips because I felt the moist stroke of his tongue on my clit.

My fingers clenched in the cuffs, and I made some kind of sound, but it wasn’t protest; it was pleasure that drove me to react. A good sub would stay still, remain quiet, but I couldn’t be that good sub. I could only do what Dylan drove me to. I was still me, for now.

His tongue tickled at the throbbing organ, eased the ache, but made it worse at the same time. It combined with the buzzing warmth inside of me, and I almost lost my mind. I went to somewhere only Dylan could take me—a place of darkness, where I didn’t exist, where there was only good.

Until he pulled away, removed the dildo, and slapped my pussy harshly. I’d almost been there, fully in the arms of heaven, but he’d pulled me away. Just one more lick, one more buzz would have sent me there directly, but he’d taken it all away.

I stayed completely still. I didn’t move, didn’t protest. Not even when he moved the barrel so that I could stand. He removed the cuffs and pulled me up. I inhaled deeply through my nose, and when I could stand properly, Dylan led me to the wall. He wasn’t finished then.

My hands went up over my head, and I knew this would be the worst part of it, but ultimately the best. He was enamored with my breasts, and he loved the way I reacted to his touch. My nipples were super sensitive, and it excited him to know he could make me come with nothing more than a suck of each nipple.

I felt him pinch the right one before his lips closed over the bud. Heated wetness closed around it and became my world for a second. His tongue flicked at me, sucked at me, licked me, before he pulled away, and cold air puckered the already tight flesh. Something clamped down around it, something tight, that sucked at the aching flesh. Suckers, fuck, he’d put suckers on me.

Then he did the same to the other one, and I wanted to sink to my knees. I wanted to suck his dick. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to ride him with wild abandon until I’d come so hard, I passed out. Thoughts, memories, fantasies flooded into my brain, and then, he placed one of the evil little fuckers on my clit.

Hot, white heat flooded into my brain, and my overstimulated nipples felt as if they might burst. It was too much, but it wasn’t enough. Dylan knew that. He knew exactly what he could do to me, and he gave me everything I needed when he lifted me against the wall and fucked into me.

Hard, fast, with no real care about whether I came or not, Dylan was out of control by the time he fucked me. I screamed around the ball in my mouth, my hands still cuffed to the wall, but it was because I had started to come the second he thrust into me. His fingers dug into my ass as he held me up, but it was more pain, more pleasure, and I took everything he gave me, as I gave him everything I was. Every single part of me now belonged to Dylan. Even my name. Emily.

Emily

A half hour later and I was in his arms, in a hot tub of water that eased the ache from my muscles. He held me to him, our damp bodies cradled together. I leaned my head back against him and sighed, happily.

I thought I’d lost him, that I’d lost that one bit of happiness I’d had in my life. I’d found that happiness for myself. I’d grabbed it and held onto it tightly, but I’d made a mistake. I hadn’t told him the truth about who I was. That had almost cost me everything.

“No more secrets, Dylan. I promise you that.” I spoke the first words I’d said since he’d asked me if I was ready to go to his playroom.

When he let me down from the wall, I’d been too drained to speak and had shaken my head positively when he’d asked if I was alright. I’d found the ability, and the strength, to speak again, and used it now to make a pledge to him. I’d never lie or mislead him ever again.

“You did it to protect yourself, and me, I suppose, Emily. You didn’t do it to be malicious.” I could feel his voice rumble in his chest and turned my head to listen to the sound better.

“I wasn’t trying to manipulate you or spy on you. I just wanted to be with you.” I sank a little lower in the water and let my ear rest against his chest. I turned around and looked up at him. “That’s why I signed the contract.”