Chapter 67 BOOK 2: I Accepted, Being Your Submissive
DEAN
"Will you accept being my submissive?" I asked while caressing her clit.
What?! - She exclaimed, almost moaning.
"That's right, darling," I murmured, increasing the pleasure on her clit.
"I want this pussy to be officially mine, and for that, I need you as my submissive."
"But I..." She tried to question me, but I slipped a finger inside her and pinched her clit.
Ahh! - She moaned, writhing in my hand.
"Just say yes, Nadia," I whispered as I quickened the rhythm of my finger.
"You won't regret it."
Ahh...... Mr. Har...... Hartford... - She moaned ecstatically and I gave her a hard slap on the butt.
"I already told you that as long as we're like this, you should only call me Master!" I exclaimed, inserting another finger into her pussy.
"Yes, Master!" she cried, absorbed by pleasure and pain.
"Yes, what, Nadia ?" I asked, pulling her hair roughly.
"I accept being your submissive, your sex slave, or whatever Master wants..." she said breathlessly.
"But fuck me for God's sake!" she begged.
"Great," I said, feeling victorious.
"Lie on your back and spread your legs," I ordered.
She moaned when I removed my fingers from inside her, and quickly did as I told her.
Then I climbed on top of her and separately fastened her wrists with two of the four handcuffs attached to the bed.
"Keep your legs open," I said, spreading her thighs even wider.
"Or I'll handcuff your ankles too."
"Yes, Master," she replied, then bit her lower lip.
"So hot." I thought, getting out of bed and seeing how exposed she was.
I moved away from her and headed towards the closet.
"What will I use on her?" I thought, opening the closet and looking at my collection of whips and paddles.
I ran my fingers over the row of whips and chose one made of black leather with nine strips at the end.
Great. - I smiled, satisfied with my choice.
This would be Nadia's first time as my submissive, and for that reason alone I will be a little merciful.
I closed the closet doors and approached the bed with the whip in my hand.
"What are you going to do with that?" she asked, startled, when she noticed the object in my hand.
"Relax," I said.
"You'll like it."
NADIA
Mr. Hartford got out of bed and went towards the huge black wardrobe.
"What is he going to do?" I thought, feeling a knot forming in my stomach.
After several long seconds, he closed the closet and approached the bed, holding a black whip.
"Shit!"
"What are you going to do with it?" I asked, frightened.
"Relax," he said as his eyes darkened.
"You'll like it."
"Will I like it?" I was skeptical about that statement.
"I don't think any woman would want to be whipped," I said.
Ahh Nadia. - He murmured, smiling in a sadistic and sexy way.
I guarantee you're not like other women.
"Yeah, maybe I'm a little different from the normal, but that doesn't mean I want to be whipped," I said.
"Now shut up or I'll gag you," Mr. Hartford threatened, and began to climb onto the bed.
"Today I'll make an exception and I won't whip your butt," he said seriously.
"Then where is he going to whip me?" I said, confused.
"But let me make it clear that this delicious backside won't go unpunished for long," he said, squeezing my right butt.
I sighed at his rough grip and felt the straps of the whip caress my pussy.
"Don't tell me that..." I thought, my eyes widening.
I tried to lift my head and see what he was going to do, but my outstretched arms and handcuffed wrists prevented me.
"Damn it,"
Quiet. - He reprimanded me with a pinch on my clit.
Ahh! - I groaned, feeling a pleasant, throbbing pain.
Then the straps of the whip caressed me again, but this time between my thighs.
I felt my nervousness increasing with all that suspense, and I decided to close my eyes.
But unfortunately for me, I received a lash between the thighs as punishment.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed, feeling a burning pain in my right thigh.
"Don't close your eyes," Mr. Hartford ordered, fixing his blue eyes on mine.
"Yes, master," I replied, afraid of receiving another lash, even if it wasn't that painful.
Mr. Hartford resumed caressing my pussy with the straps of the whip, and without warning, he gave me a lash on my pussy.
Ahh! - I groaned, feeling pleasure and pain at the same time.
And after a few seconds, another lash was given, and another, and another...
Ahhh! - I moaned, feeling an orgasm approaching with each leather strap that brushed against my clit
"I told you, you'd like it," Mr. Hartford said, pulling the straps away from my pussy and inserting a finger inside me.
"See, you're already soaking wet."
Hmm... - I moaned as I felt his finger inside me again.
"Now let's give this greedy pussy the attention it deserves."He smiled sexily and began to take off his pants.
And to my surprise, he wasn't wearing underwear.
"Wow." I thought, admiring his large, erect cock surrounded by long veins, and with its head smeared with precum.
"That's definitely the most beautiful cock I've ever seen," I thought.
"Admiring the view?" He said as he opened a silver sachet and placed the condom on his cock.
I am. - I confessed, running my tongue over my lips.
I watched his gaze drift down to my mouth, and I bit my lower lip to tease him.
"One day I'll fuck that cheeky mouth," he murmured, caressing his cock.
"But for now, I'll be content with that addictive pussy."
Then he stood over me and stared at me before thrusting into me forcefully and quickly.
Ahh! - I moaned, feeling the same sensation I felt during our first fuck.
"I'm not a nice guy, darling," he whispered as he thrust into me forcefully and mercilessly.
"Get used to it."
I felt an inexplicable pleasure from his brutality, and my clit begged for attention to find some relief amidst that delicious back-and-forth thrusting.
"You won't cum until I say so," He said breathlessly as he thrust into me and stared at me with his intense blue eyes.
I nodded in confirmation, my voice drowned out by my extravagant moans.
My nipples were hard as rocks, and he suck my breasts like a lollipop.
That's it...! - I moaned as he sucked and bit my breasts.
My wrists were still bound, and that caused me uncontrollable anguish.
I wanted to touch him and kiss him, but now that was impossible.
"Cum for me, Nadia," He murmured after pulling away from my breasts.
Fuck... - I groaned as he gripped my waist tightly and deepened his thrusts even further.
"Did he want to tear me in two?"
I thought amidst that cloud of pain and pleasure, hunger and satiation.
The violence he inflicted on my waist was broken when he removed one of his hands.
Harder! - I moaned deeply as I felt him massage my clit.
And that's when I finally cum.
"Damn, what an intense orgasm that was!" I thought, feeling like jelly.
All that tension dissipated like dust in the wind, and the accumulated pleasure exploded and coursed through my entire body in waves of satisfaction.
Now I was limp and, for the first time in my life, satisfied.
He was still fucking me brutally when I felt him tense up and reach his own release.
I remained silent as I watched him pull out of me and release my wrists one by one.
Thank you. - I said, rubbing my slightly marked wrists.
For what? - He asked, putting on his pants.
"For giving me the best orgasm of my life," I confessed, looking into her eyes.
"I think it's past midnight," he said, changing the subject and ignoring my confession.
"You can stay in the guest room."
"Guest room?" I thought, annoyed.
"I'm not going to sleep with you?" I asked showing my indignation.
"What the hell are you talking about, Nadia?"
My libertine side asked furiously because I looked like a bitter, unloved slut.
"No," he replied coldly.
"Okay, now I don't recognize myself." I thought, remembering that I'd rather sleep alone than sleep with the man I slept with.
"Okay," I said, getting out of bed, but because of my overwhelming orgasm, my legs went weak.
"Shit!"
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact of my butt hitting the ground, but it didn't come.
Then I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Hartford holding my waist so that I wouldn't fall flat on my face.
"Your body is still feeling the effects of the post-orgasm effect," he said, still squeezing my waist.
Hmm... - I murmured, disbelieving that I was like this after only one orgasm.
"Can you stand up now?" he asked.
"I think so," I replied, trying to steady my legs, but when he let go of me, I almost fell again.
"What kind of drug is this? Am I paraplegic?" I thought indignantly.
As if I weighed nothing, Mr. Hartford picked me up in his arms like a princess.
"I'll take you to the guest room," he said with a mocking smile.
"Is he laughing at me?" I thought, feeling an urge to punch him in the face.
"Hold my neck," he ordered, reverting to his dominant demeanor.
My arms moved automatically, and I felt a little happy to be so close to him.
"But this isn't some fucking fairy tale!" reminded my libertine side, known as my "subconscious."