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MITCH
This time I used the buckleend of the belt halfway through, and it was goddamn hard to keep going through her screams. I watched the marks the buckle left on her skin, how it tore and bled, and I was sorry, but not sorry enough to stop. I kept going and going, determined to get to twenty without giving in to the pity that kept urging me to stop. What really amazed me was the way she just stood there, not even trying to get away.
She counted, even through the shrieks and the tears. She fucking counted every stroke.
When I dropped the belt the buckle, it was smeared with blood, and when I looked at her ass, red and torn, I had a powerful urge to get that blood on my hands and spread it over the rest of her skin, branding her with the crimson proof of what she had made me do. Krissy stayed where she was, her breath coming in hitches and gasps, and I came around in front of her, to where her forehead almost rested against the seat of the chair. I squatted down and said gently, "Krissy, look at me."
When Krissy raised her head her hair was tangled around her face and snot ran from her upper lip to her chin. Her eyes were raw and wounded, and she just stared at me and wiped under her nose with the back of her hand. I took her chin in my hand and kissed her, and her shaky, uneven breathing made me want to start on her all over again.
"Were you a bad girl, Krissy?" I asked her, and she began to cry again. She didn't say anything, and I repeated the question, allowing a little anger to surface in my voice. "Answer me, Krissy. Were you a bad girl?"
She nodded, and the agony in her eyes fought with the acknowledgment that she had deserved it, that she knew she was a bad girl.
"Yes," she whispered, and the sound of the word was orgasmic. The lust that filled me made it hard to think, and I gripped her chin tighter.
"And was I unfair to you, Krissy?" I asked, and she looked away for a moment as if she was reluctant to answer. Slowly, she shook her head.
"No," she choked, and Jesus, I wanted to make her scream again. The sense of power I felt was incredible, and it only made me want more.
I'm the Master I'm the fucking MASTER -
"That's a good girl," I told her, and for a second I thought I saw happiness in her eyes. Then she dropped her gaze again, and I got to my feet. Before I told her she could get up I slapped her ass as hard as I could, and she let out a little shriek. I looked at the blood smeared across the palm of my hand and the lust took over.
"Get up."
When Krissy straightened up I grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the bed, throwing her down on it roughly. She just lay there, looking up at me like a beautiful, frightened animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. I got my jeans undone as fast as I could and jerked them down, falling on top of her.
"Spread your legs."
She did as I told her, and I rammed myself into her over and over, not caring if it hurt her, not caring whether she felt anything at all; all that mattered was getting off, satisfying that animal need she brought out in me from the first moment I had seen her.
God, it was good. It was so fucking good that I couldn't believe it.
Afterwards, I told her to get cleaned up and go to bed. She obeyed me without saying anything, and the sight of her ass as she walked into the bathroom, red and smeared with a brown haze of dried blood, made me want to fuck her all over again. I left the bedroom and went back to my study. I tried to get back to work, but all I could think about was Krissy. It had been like that since I met her - she was like a virus I couldn't shake. She was in my blood.
We had both been at the same party, and when we were introduced it was like the rest of the world just stopped. I couldn't focus on anything else the entire night, and I finally decided I'd better make a move before I went crazy. When she let me blow the smoke into her mouth I knew, and when I kissed her it was like I'd been waiting my whole life to do it.
The first time I fucked Krissy I thought I was going to lose my mind. No woman had ever made me feel like more of an animal, and Jesus, she let me indulge that side of myself.
We did almost nothing but have sex that first month - God, she just drove me completely crazy. It was something in her eyes, the way she tried to cover up insecurity with laughter, the way she would sneak looks at me when she thought I couldn't see. That and everything else about her made me want to possess her. It's like she was clay in my hands - she never said no. Fucking never.
I thought about her all the time, and it began to make me mad. Even though I was in control she held the cards, and I didn't want her to know it. So I came up with the slave plan, thinking she'd blow me off for sure. But when she let me strap her ...
Oh, Christ, what the fuck have I done? Forget controlling her - will I be able to control myself?
KRISSY
After Mitch left the room I got ready for bed. I couldn't believe how much pain I was in; as I applied a wet washcloth to my ass I had to keep taking deep breaths because it hurt so much to get the blood off. My mind kept screaming at me that he was an abusive bastard, but I resolutely ignored it.
You agreed to this, K ... deep down, you want to belong to him and you know it. You just have to be a good girl from now on ...
I knew that if I stopped and really thought about the implications of this situation I'd break down again, so I told myself that it was the end of the story, that Mitch was my Master and that was that. When my ass was finally clean the cloth was streaked with red, and I dropped it into the hamper. It occurred to me that I didn't know whether he wanted me naked again, so I decided to brave going out of the bedroom to ask him. I opened the door and Mitch said immediately, "Didn't I tell you to go to bed?"
The warning tone of his voice sent a bolt of desire through me, and I wondered briefly what was wrong with me (why does this turn me on?) before I spoke.
"I need to ask you something."
I could hear Mitch coming toward me, and I stepped back and looked down at the floor as he came into the bedroom.
"What?" he said shortly, and I prayed he wouldn't be angry at my question.
"Am I allowed to wear panties?" I asked, and when he didn't answer my heart sank.
Oh Christ I can't take any more please I really can't -
I felt Mitch's fingers burrow under my chin and lift my head, and when I chanced a look in his eyes relief flooded me - he looked pleased.
"Do you want to?" he asked, and indecision flooded me; I didn't know what to say. Hesitantly, I nodded.
"My ass hurts," I told him softly, and he reached around and squeezed one buttock with his left hand, hard. I tried not to respond, but it stung. I took a gasping breath and he smiled.
"Good." Mitch dipped his head and kissed me, squeezing harder, and I tried not to move. I tore my lips from his and moaned, and his other hand reached around and pulled me against him.
"I could fuck you again right now," he murmured, and I nodded.
"Yes, you could," I said softly, and the words seemed to excite him.
"I can fuck you any time I want, Krissy." He looked into my eyes, his expression serious. "You know that, don't you? Anytime. Anywhere. Any way I want."
I nodded again.
"Yes, I know," I whispered, and his hands clutched my wounded buttocks convulsively. He kissed me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth without tenderness, and I forced myself to just stand still and accept it.
"Kiss me back," he growled, and I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him urgently, pressing my body to his. Mitch's arms came around me and he held me tightly, and I gloried in the feel of him against me. After a moment he pushed me away, and disappointment filled me.
"Go and put your panties on," he ordered, and I went over to the dresser and opened one of the top drawers, withdrawing a filmy pair of bikini briefs and turning around to hold them up for his inspection. He nodded and I stepped into them, going back over to stand in front of him again.
"Go to bed, Krissy."
Mitch turned and began to leave the room, and I chanced one last question.
"Mitch?"
He stopped but didn't turn around. He just waited, his back to me, and I ventured, "What about when I want to have sex?"
Mitch came over to me so quickly that I backed up, fearful; this time he was angry. He took my chin in that hard grip and glared into my eyes, and my heart began to beat faster.
"I'll fuck you when I want. Understand? When I want."
He tightened his grip and shook me a little. "Understand, Krissy?" he repeated meaningfully, and I nodded.
"Yes, Mitch," I said in a subdued voice. Mitch released me and stepped away, and I turned around to go over to the bed. Without warning he slapped me hard on the ass, and the pain made me cry out involuntarily.
"Don't take any Tylenol," he said. "I want you to feel it all night. I want you to know what a bad girl you were."
My eyes filled with tears, but I tried not to let him know.
Goddammit it hurts so fucking much I just wanted a little relief from the pain -
"Good night, Krissy."
"Good night, Mitch."
When I heard the door close I went over to the bed and lay down, trying to get myself under control, but it was no use; I turned over and cried myself to sleep.
I woke when I felt the tiny, teasing kisses he was placing on my skin, and when he took my nipple in his mouth and caressed it gently with his tongue I gasped and reached up to touch his shoulders. He was lying half on, half off me, and as my hands tightened on his skin his lips left my breast and began to travel lower, his tongue tracing patterns that made my breath come faster. My hands fell away as he reached my navel, and my hips bucked underneath his mouth, knowing what was coming and needing it, needing it so badly it actually hurt inside. When he reached the thatch of hair at my groin Mitch raised his head.
"What do you need, Krissy?"
I groaned and pushed on his head. He laughed softly. "Tell me, Krissy. What do you need?"
The desire clamoring inside me made it hard to think.
"I need you to - " I broke off, gasping as his mouth hovered over my vulva, and again I tried to push his head down. He resisted easily, giving that amused chuckle again, and I wanted to scream.
"Please," I begged. "Please, Mitch - "
"Please what, Krissy? Tell me."
I writhed underneath him.
"Taste me," I pleaded. "I need your mouth on me, I need your tongue Oh God eat me Mitch please eat me - "
His mouth descended on me and his tongue teased me apart, exploring hidden crevices with delicate expertise, and I cried out and clutched handfuls of the blankets as exquisite sensations shot through me. He went on and on, his tongue dancing over my flesh and his lips sucking gently on my clitoris, caressing the most intimate part of me with determined lust, until at last the feeling peaked and the orgasm that surged through me drew one cry after another from my lips.
Mitch slid up the bed to lie beside me, and when he kissed me I could taste myself on his lips, musky and slightly salty. His hand cupped my breast and squeezed it gently.
"What do you say, Krissy?" he asked, and I gasped, "Thank you, Mitch, thank you for making me come - "
He kissed me again, harder, and his hand tightened on my breast.
"You're welcome, baby," he breathed, and buried his face in my hair. "I love you, Krissy. You know that, don't you?"
I burst into tears; just hearing him say that made everything he had done to me worth it. Those words had never come easy to Mitch, and I treasured it every time he said them. He held me while I cried, his arms gentle, and I clung to him and choked, "I love you, too, Mitch, I love you so much ..."
We lay tangled up in each other for a while, and when he started to get up the words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them: "Aren't you going to make love to me?"
My voice sounded desperate, and I felt shame flush my skin. Mitch sat up, his hand on my breast possessively.
"Do you want me to, Krissy?" he asked, and I couldn't read his expression. After a moment I didn't care; he hadn't let me come that way yet, and I wanted him inside me badly.
"Yes," I whispered. "I want you to."
Mitch stood and began to remove his jeans. I watched him, desire surging inside me again, and when his stiff cock was exposed electricity shot through me; it was so beautiful. He came back over to me, getting on top and nudging my legs apart. He positioned himself between them, the tip of him just touching me, and I reached down to grab his ass.
"I'll fuck you, Krissy," he told me, leaning over to kiss my neck, "but if you come, I'm going to give you ten more."
"What?"
Shock filled me, and I looked at him in dismay. His eyes were calm and determined, and as he began to slide into me it became harder and harder to think. "Why?"
Mitch rammed the rest of his cock into me and I moaned; I couldn't help it. I was still exquisitely sensitive inside, the aftereffects of the orgasm, and the feel of his hardness pushing into that swollen tissue was incredible.
"Because I can," he breathed, and began to pound in and out of me. I was lost and I knew it; he hadn't been moving for more than ten seconds before another climax seized me, and I let out a cry that was more of a scream, my legs coming up to wrap themselves around his waist. It was as if his words had prompted my reactions - I came again and again, forgetting his threat in the sensations that consumed me. At last he stiffened and groaned himself, and as he collapsed on top of me, gasping, I remembered, and hoped he hadn't been serious about what he had said.
He's been pretty serious up until now, wouldn't you say, K?
"God, I'll never get enough of you," Mitch said in a ragged voice, and I held him. At least I had some power, even thought he didn't want to admit it. We lay there for another few minutes, and I was beginning to relax when he pulled out of me and got to his feet. He grabbed his jeans from the floor and put them on, and when he reached for me and took my arm sudden panic filled me.
"Come on, Krissy," he said, and I resisted the urge to plead, knowing it wouldn't do any good. I got off the bed and walked with him over to the chair, and when he placed it in front of me I bent over the back of it automatically.
"Why are you being punished, Krissy?" Mitch asked me, and I said, low, "Because I came."
Mitch chuckled and slapped my ass, and I clutched the sides of the chair harder.
"That's right," he said. "You did something I told you not to."
"But I couldn't help it!" I cried.
It was so unfair, and the frustration brought tears to my eyes. Mitch slapped my ass again, harder.
"That doesn't matter, babe," he told me. "You need to do what I tell you."
"Are you going to use the belt?" I asked, and the trembling voice that came out of me sounded more like a six year old than a grown woman.
"Not this time," he said, and an absurd sense of gratitude filled me. That lasted about three seconds, until he brought the flat of his hand down against my wounded buttocks as hard as he could.
"You know what to do, Krissy," he demanded, and I did.
"One - "
Continue to lessons 6 & 7 here
Originally published April 2006 - "April Showers"