Mine to Keep, page 6
She hung across the bench, shuddering in the aftermath. Too late, a sense of calmness began to creep forward. The endorphins were sneaking in, but after they’d been needed most. This round of discipline was over.
“You were a bit loud for my liking, slave. Do you think your punishment was unfair?”
She gasped. “No, sir. My master always does what’s just. I’m grateful for Master’s concern for his slave. I thank Master for his correction.”
“Hmm. I’d prefer to believe you, but I think one more stroke is in order.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, Master.”
Lillian was relaxed. The sensation of tranquility had arrived, and she had nothing to fear. Another slap of the paddle would translate as intensity, adding to the unrepentant pleasure throbbing in her pussy, which had taken the paddling and twisted it into something to be excited about—
A meaty clap. Not to her ass. Not with the paddle. Her Master’s hand had slapped her pussy, a far more sensitive place than her rear. The agony drove the breath from her lungs. She lacked the air to scream.
She quivered on the bench, her muscles frozen as her poor cunt shouted a protest. Lillian hadn’t learned to breathe yet when Alek said, “That will do. You may show proper gratitude for this lesson.”
Her mind was swirling from a mix of endorphin euphoria and shocking pain, but she obeyed as if it were second nature. It was, after a year of dirty play.
She slid off the bench to her hands and knees. Fortunately, Alek was close enough that she didn’t have to tax her trembling limbs to crawl to him. She didn’t so much rise as climb her way up to kneeling by using handfuls of his pants legs.
Her kisses to his swollen crotch were openmouthed, wet and sloppy between each statement. “Thank you, Master…thank you for correcting my misbehavior…thank you for your patience with me…thank you for allowing me to serve you.”
“You’re welcome. Go to the sawhorse and sit quietly while I gather the rope.”
The “sawhorse” looked like an old-fashioned implement, though it was made of metal instead of wood. Lillian had a love-hate relationship with it. Mostly hate, because the love part was strictly about how it allowed Alek to test her obedience to him.
It shone under a spotlight in the corner. As little as she wanted to, she hurried to it. She was Alek’s good girl, his devoted slave, and anything he desired, he would get. On the double.
She slung her leg over the long crossbeam and propped her palms against its cool, hard surface. She raised herself on her tiptoes as high as she could. She inched back until the large black dildo attached upright to it came in contact with her slit.
She was wet from anticipation and the paddling, permitting her to easily impale her pussy on the dildo. Lillian managed to restrain a moan as it filled her…not as fully as Alek did, but deliciously all the same.
All the way down, so her sore ass settled on the crossbeam. It wasn’t terribly wide, and she was required to keep her cunt flush with it. Once that was accomplished, Lillian laced her fingers at the back of her head, her elbows wide to lift her ample breasts.
It took only seconds for her perch on the beam to become uncomfortable. The hard metal, with her full weight on it, dug into her flesh, especially at the squared edges. Lillian shifted some of the weight to her feet, but she wasn’t allowed to lift up any. With her legs slightly bent, muscles began to burn from the effort. After half a minute, she had to return to sitting entirely on the beam.
Alek was messing about in a cabinet, seeming to ignore her. It was tempting to give herself relief by standing up, but she’d never get away with it. He knew when she was up to no good. The result of such disobedience would make the paddling and single pussy slap a pleasant diversion in comparison.
So Lillian suffered, switching between aching legs and aching crotch and ass. Alek took his sweet time goofing off, seeing how well she’d behave for him.
At last, he turned and eyed her. “Enjoying yourself?”
There was no hiding the strain in her tone, though she gave him the proper answer. “Whatever pleases my Master gives me joy.”
“I’m delighted to hear it.” His gaze glittered. “Fuck the sawhorse. You may use your hands for leverage.”
The speed at which she obeyed had more to do with the anguish she was in than the need to satisfy him. She groaned as she planted her hands on the crossbeam and straightened her legs, the relief too great to be appreciated silently.
There was still a burn in her legs as she moved up and down on the dildo. She bent her knees to ride it, and they strained to obey her. But the excitement of the stiff length moving in her, coupled with Alek watching her bob up and down on it, distracted her from the discomfort.
He coiled a rope over his arm and walked toward her, a puma easing close to its prey. Lillian watched him approach with her heart pounding. She panted with dreadful anticipation and never lost her rhythm as she continued her self-invasion.
He reached her. He watched her working features for a few seconds. He grasped a swaying breast, tested its heaviness in his palm, bounced it. Then he held it motionless and squeezed until Lillian gasped at the crushing pressure. That brought the quick reward of a pinch, adding a jab of lightning.
Alek moved down to where she rutted the ceaseless, unsatisfied dildo forced to glove itself within her again and again. His fingertips dove into the pool of wetness. He searched and found her swollen clit. His touch slid over it, rubbing it, masturbating it so she cried out. He brought her closer to an end she hadn’t been granted. He hadn’t tortured her enough to offer climax.
“My slave.” He played with her, his tenderness horrible when his intent was to torment. “My very own little Lillian to amuse myself with. You’ll do whatever you’re told? Obey my every command?”
“Yes, sir,” she sobbed as the rapturous stabs increased. Climax warned it was enroute. “Always.”
“As you should. I see how flushed you’re becoming. I feel how that pussy is flexing, how wet you’ve made the sawhorse. Do you come before I tell you to?”
“No, sir. I would never.” She was crying, because she was close and it felt so incredible, but he was about to stop her. His joy was to make her suffer.
“I hope not, for your sake.” His grip on her clit tightened, bringing full, exquisite sensation. Heat licked through her. She eased closer to capitulation. She broke out in a sweat and fought the growing excitement even as she drove against the dildo. She quaked from top to toe as need stole her control in growing nibbles.
“There now. That’s enough. You may climb off and go kneel on the platform.”
Her cunt spasmed a protest. She’d been so close, but of course Alek had discerned she was on the verge. Moaning her disappointment, Lillian accepted his help in disengaging from the dildo and climbing off the sawhorse. He was solicitous as he led her to the platform, which supported an x-shaped stand, metal cuffs on each of its four ends.
Alek wasn’t interested in locking her onto the crossbars at that time. He tossed a pillow onto the platform for her to kneel upon instead. She assumed the position he preferred without being prompted. Her head was bowed, fingers laced at the back of it with the elbows wide, her knees braced apart to give him access to her cunt. She shook from her exertions on the sawhorse.
“Such a good slave,” Alek said. “I may need to move you about, so be ready to shift when I tell you.”
“Yes, sir.”
He shook out the rope coiled over his arm. He looped it around Lillian’s torso, just under her breasts. The rope was made of braided white silk cords, soft to the touch. Stretchy too. She’d bought it in anticipation of the new shibari program she’d designed after a customer had complained the cyborg she’d bought for bondage games had been forced to learn it on his own. Though cyborgs figured out how to do things far faster than humans, that particular client, a wealthy owner of an architectural firm, had been put out because it had taken her new purchase a whole half hour to absorb a couple dozen patterns.
Lillian had promised to work up a full program and send it to the client for free to make amends for the inconvenience. A demanding customer had every right to be that way when they shelled out for a cyborg what most workers made in ten years.
Besides, the new program was a certain goldmine in its own right. It turned out there were a lot of kinky rich people out there. The customer had clued CyberServe in on another lucrative option.
Clients and their sex lives were far from Lillian’s mind at the moment. Alek was wrapping and tying her at an incredible speed…well, incredible if he’d been human. A corset of rope appeared from beneath the curve of her breasts to her bellybutton in perhaps a minute. From there, it looped about her hips, framing her pussy, winding about to cup her ass as it had her breasts. Then Alek was behind her, working with the rope up her spine from the indentation between buttocks and torso. When he reached the nape of her neck, he halted.
“Keep your fingers laced and stretch your hands to the nape of your neck.” He tugged carefully on her wrist. “Or as far as you can without hurting yourself.”
She did as he told her, and he bound her wrists before wrapping the rope between her armpits and biceps, holding her arms bent in place. Then down, crisscrossing the ropes over her breasts, framing them before tying the rope off.
Alek stepped back to eye his creation and human canvas critically. He paced around Lillian to view her from all angles before nodding to himself. “It’s as the program says it should be. I’ll let you have a look.”
He brought over a full-length mirror that had been leaning in the corner. He first showed her the front, which she’d already noted was impressively tied. At her nod, he moved it to three-quarters behind her. Turning her head, she was able to view the gorgeous, complicated pattern, especially where it plaited up her spine.
“Perfect,” she sighed, impressed though she’d been sure the program was solid. As was Alek, of course. He never disappointed.
“Excellent. Return to slave posture.” With only an instant accorded to business, Alek was ready to move on.
Lillian blinked but complied. Typically, Alek would ask questions about a new play program, focusing on details that had a habit of sucking her out of her sexual mindset, which he then had to work to return her to. Not this time. In the instant before Lillian lowered her gaze, he was already stepping toward her. Dark intent was spelled out on his expression and movement.
He grabbed her spiky hair and pressed her face to his avid crotch. “Thank me for dressing you so prettily.”
She covered the huge bulge with eager kisses. Her mouth filled with the taste of the fabric of his dress pants. He kept her there for perhaps a minute before using the handful of hair to pull her back. He amused himself with her breasts for a while, treating her to pleasure and pain by fondling, squeezing, pinching, and slapping until they were reddened and her nipples engorged.
“This is where you belong, on your knees before your master. Your place in life is squirming as I play with you. Do you agree?”
“Yes, sir.” Lillian panted, excited by the tender and rough contact that came in turns, by how the rope had rendered her helpless against him.
He got down on one knee in front of her. He stroked her pussy. “You certainly do. That juicy little cunt is soaked.”
She groaned as he spread her wetness over her clit, then the other direction, smearing it on her ass.
“Your holes are hungry. Let’s fill them, shall we?”
He pulled a butt plug from his pocket, a larger sample of her collection. Watching her expression, he pushed it into her pussy. He fucked her with it, slow and steady. His thumb traced circles around her swollen clit the whole while. He watched her struggle against moving against the plug, her twitches demonstrating her wish to rub against it.
Guiding her with a hand on her neck, Alek coaxed her face toward the floor, putting her ass in the air. It was the rear hole’s turn to be fucked with the plug, the forced stretching filling Lillian with a beautiful ache.
Alek pushed it in her a final time, letting the bulbous end seat it within her. He dug in his pocket again and a clit vibrator emerged, with its tentacles of straps. Alek had wound the ropes in a frame for her pussy, but he had done so in such a fashion that he was able to buckle the clit harness without trouble. He turned it on, and Lillian shuddered as excitement lit with the vibrations against her eager nub.
“Random setting, so you should be able to behave yourself like a good slave. But if you find yourself capable of coming before I give you leave to do so, there will be a penalty.” To underscore his warning, Alek rubbed her ass where it was sorest from the spanking. He swatted it for extra measure.
With the tremors attacking her clit, Lillian found the torment of her buttocks more enthralling than painful. Her pussy clenched with threat, and she bit her lip to fend off the orgasm that wanted to overcome her. Fortunately, the clit massage chose that instant to halt. She panted as the worst of eager need retreated.
Alek brought her up to kneeling. He stood before her and opened the crotch of his trousers. His cock, swollen thick, emerged in front of her.
“You know what your master wants. Perform your obligation.”
She knew indeed. With her hands out of commission, it was up to lips and tongue to please him. Lillian went to work with a will. She moaned against his avid flesh when the vibrator switched on once more.
She delighted in the soft lab-grown skin that tasted like any human man. She ran her tongue over the flared crown and sighed with gratitude when his slit offered her a drop of fake semen…Alek seldom offered her such a gift early on. Lillian could have identified him from any other cyborg by taste and feel alone, they’d been together so frequently. Yet she took her leisure exploring, as if she were only just learning about the curious little bump on the underside of his cock tip, the ridge of the vein on his shaft’s underside, the hotter-than-human temperature of each ball as she sucked them in turn.
The tremors against her clit quieted once more, again in the nick of time. Having thoroughly…and hungrily…reacquainted herself with the details of Alek’s cock, Lillian sucked his shaft deep, to the back of her throat. Then she swallowed and held her breath to take all off his generous length. Her lips met his hairless groin, and she froze for a couple of seconds.
The vibrator switched on. Fighting off the urge to gasp, which would have left her gagging, Lillian withdrew until only Alek’s cockhead remained in her mouth. She bobbed against him, taking shorter strokes, and tried to maintain control over her rampaging libido. It was difficult with the clit massager buzzing enthusiastically and her sucking cock. She had always found fellatio enthralling, a profound manner in which to serve.
The vibrator quieted. Lillian clawed for control over herself and swallowed Alek again. She peeked up at him with the expectation he’d be watching her with his typical in-control domineering expression.
He looked at her, all right, but his countenance was different. He still appeared strong, unflappable, but there was…warmth? Something in his gaze she hadn’t seen before. A sort of softness. Whatever it was, it made her stomach flutter. A surge of gratitude to be kneeling before him, permitted to suck his cock, swept over Lillian. As if being his wasn’t merely a scene to be played for her sexual satisfaction, but real.
It was the advanced program. It had brought in the interactive nuances. Damn, we did an amazing job on that.
Before she could think about it further, the vibrator switched on again. With a moan, she allowed most of his shaft to slip out.
Alek wrapped his hands around her head, holding her immobile. He fucked her mouth. He forced her to take him deep with every thrust. The clit massager felt as if it wouldn’t ever stop, and Lillian’s attention focused on keeping climax at bay, on swallowing and holding her breath, on being Alek’s good, obedient slave.
Her trembling became quaking as orgasm threatened. Just as Lillian felt she couldn’t hold off any longer, the vibrator fell quiet.
Alek chose that moment to withdraw. Without a word, he stooped and put his shoulder against her middle. He stood, lifting her so she draped, her face against his back.
He smacked her rear as he bore her toward the fuck chair. She yelped at the stinging pain, then groaned as the massager switched on again. Jupiter’s storm, she was dying to come.
Alek settled her on the fuck chair, as she’d suspected he would. The black leather chair, with its multitudes of straps and restraints, had been a design project between the two of them, built to their specifications. The seat was firm with no give, and Lillian squirmed as her weight settled on her poor, sensitive ass.
Alek pinched her nipple in punishment. “Problem, slave?”
“No sir,” she moaned as sharp agony lanced from her tit. “I’m sorry.”
“Behave or you’ll go in the cage for the rest of the night.”
Lillian glanced at the wire enclosure he referred to. That particular contraption had been one of her worst ideas, especially when she was desperately aroused, as she was at that moment. In the cage, manacled to its crossbars, Alek would torment her with fucking, vibrators, anything that he felt would punish her…and deny her orgasm no matter how much she begged.
She whimpered another apology.
He stripped her of the clit massager. With her already well bound, Alek only needed to strap her legs in position: black restraints that circled her legs above her knees and secured them to the top of the chair. Her hips were tilted forward, her knees bent to her ears, her legs spread to afford access to her pussy and ass…to anything it suited him to take. He tilted the chair back forty-five degrees, and raised it to his crotch level.
Alek looked her over. She semi-reclined, her arms tied so her breasts were lifted, thrusting upward. Legs wide and bent, displaying her wantonly. His gaze held weight, especially as the seconds ticked by and he didn’t move.
Alek, in sexual master mode, had an evaluating stare that held no emotion. Lillian was used to that; she rather enjoyed it, actually. It allowed her to dive deeper into the fantasy she was his to do with as he chose.
