He lied.
He sweet talked his way into my hotel room by reminding me that we’d known each other for years and that nothing had ever happened between us. He promised that he just wanted to talk and said it would be a shame to waste an opportunity to hang out since i was in town. i finally agreed, but said i’d have to put on some more clothes because i just had on a white tank top and pink and white panties. He’d brushed that off by saying i could cover up in bed while he sat on a chair. It was already late so i agreed and quickly scurried under the covers when i finally let him enter my room.
Something about him had always made me a little nervous. He’d never been inappropriate in any way. We were strictly friends and he’d made it clear on more than one occasion that he didn’t like long distance relationships because he wanted easy access to his property. He was over twenty years older than i was and was always the perfect gentleman. In fact he’d never even acted the least bit interested in me sexually (only mentally). But still, there was something there…something that made my subbie senses tingle.
True to form they were tingling that night and as usual he was a perfect gentleman. He sat across the room in his chair as promised and i sat indian style on the bed, my legs tucked safely under the blankets. We have a plethora of things in common and before long i’d forgotten my initial reservations as we chatted freely. We flowed effortless from topic to topic discussing our families, our jobs and our recent D/s encounters.
At one point he was teasing me about my accent and i laughingly told him that i didn’t have an accent. It was in that moment, the moment i laughed, that the atmosphere in the room changed. The sound of my laughter died on my lips and my breath caught in my throat as i watched his expression change from something light hearted and relaxed to something dark and intense. i had no idea what had happened, but i knew something was very, very different. i didn’t say anything, i just watched him with big eyes as my heart tried to pound its way out of my chest. He slowly leaned forward in his chair, unblinking as he looked at me as if he’d never seen me before. When he spoke his voice was still deep and calm, but all traces of my friend were gone and in his place was a Dom.
‘That’s one of the reasons I came here tonight, brooke. I had to hear that laugh again.’
i still didn’t speak. i just looked at him and waited to see what was going to happen. It seems ridiculous to say that i felt like submitting to him because of a mere look in his eye, but that’s what it felt like. His eyes had grown dark and almost possessive and in a blink everything changed.
‘Take off your top.’
Again i didn’t say anything. i couldn’t. i was at a loss and didn’t understand anything. i didn’t understand why my laugh had made him suddenly want to dominate me. i didn’t understand why i felt small and breathless. And most of all i didn’t understand why both of my hands were grasping the bottom of my tank top, pulling it over my head and tossing it onto the floor while my eyes never wavered from his face.
‘When I give an order, you say yes Sir’.
i answered immediately with a ‘yes Sir’, but it came out a mere whisper from a mouth that was suddenly very dry.
He stood and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down where he began pulling the blankets slowly off my legs. i just looked up at him dumbly, feeling somehow incapable of doing a thing until he told me what it was i should do.
‘I told you we were just going to talk tonight and I meant that when I said it. But now I want to spank you… and brooke, so that’s exactly what I am going to do. Get over here on my lap.’
This was insane. There were so many reasons i shouldn’t follow his command. He didn’t own me and we’d never even talked about our limits or our desires. He didn’t want a long distance slave. i didn’t do one night stands. He was my friend and i didn’t want to mess that up. It was complete insanity to obey him and it was totally out of character for me to submit to someone that didn’t own me. And yet i did it. i crawled across the bed, stood up and placed myself face down across his legs.
‘Say yes Sir,’ he reminded me. One minute ago we were old friends laughing and talking and now it felt like i was in training. Once again i did as he commanded and whispered, ‘yes Sir.’
‘I am going to leave on your panties. You look like a little girl in them and I like that.’
And then his hand slapped my ass. It felt different with my panties on. The initial sting was gone and there was no loud slapping sound to fill the room. He didn’t hit me very hard either and i remember feeling almost disappointed. He seemed so in control, so very dominant, but a first spanking was something like a first hand shake…it gave you a sense of what a Dom was going to be like and this was way softer than i’d expected from him.
Then he hit me again.
And again.
And again.
Soon i realized he was very different than the few other men that had spanked me. This wasn’t all passion and brute force. It was deliberate and methodical. He was in no hurry and it was almost like he was studying me…learning the feel of my ass…learning my whimpers…learning my squirms…learning my reactions…learning brooke.
His hand never hit me any harder than that very first slap, but soon my cheeks started to tingle, then get warm, then they started to burn, and then they hurt. They really hurt. He didn’t slow down or speed up he just kept hitting me and as i began to wiggle and squirm on his lap he’d just tell me to be still in a stern, quiet voice and before my mind could even register what he was saying my body would instantly obey him.
At some point during those methodical slaps i became aware of the sound and feel of flesh striking flesh and knew he’d pushed down my panties. i was vaguely aware of the feel of them around my thighs. The loss of panties did nothing to change the pace or intensity of the spanking. If it weren’t for the feel of his cock pressing through his slacks into my stomach i might have thought he was unaffected by spanking me, but it was indeed pressing into me and it was very, very hard. The feel of it made me suddenly realize how desperately i needed to be fucked.
i had reached that point. The begging point. You know the one. The point that all spankings lead to…the one where you no longer resist the pain, but instead crave it…the point where your hips aren’t trying to escape the blows, but instead are moving to meet them…the point where you think you will surely die if you aren’t fucked that very instant…and that’s when you start begging mindlessly…begging to be hit harder…to be fucked…to cum…to do SOMETHING, before you explode.
He stood suddenly, taking me with him and tossing me onto the bed. One of his hand’s went between my legs and grabbed my pussy, using it to pull my ass up in the air as the other continued spanking me. i humped that hand like a bitch in heat. He stopped spanking me long enough to grab a handful of my hair and yank my head backwards. He yanked it hard…hard enough to get my attention…hard enough to hurt…hard enough to be perfect.
‘Oh you are such a horny little slut aren’t you?’
His lips were beside my right ear. He didn’t sound anything like the friend i’d known for years. He sounded mean and cruel and oh my fucking God i loved it. i tried to nod, but my head couldn’t move with his hand tangled so tightly in my long hair.
‘Aren’t you?’ he growled again.
i answered out loud with a ‘yes Sir’ and this time i wasn’t whispering. i was half yelling, half crying. i couldn’t move my head at all, but my hips were moving furiously against his hand, my pussy soaking it as she begged in her own shameless fashion.
‘Please. Please. Plleeaasseee. Pleasseee. Please!’
i didn’t say what i was begging for. i don’t think i really knew. Pain. Cock. Fuck. Cum. Something. Anything. i needed it all.
He let go of my hair just as quickly as he’d grabbed it and shoved my head down onto the bed. He started hitting my ass again…loud, stinging slaps that made my pussy gush as i moaned and screamed and moaned some more.
Finally, finally, finally he ordered me to cum and just as i started cumming in my not so pretty way that is all growls and grunts and loudness, he slammed his cock hard into my ass. He did it without warning or mercy, riding out my orgasm as my ass clenched his cock tightly over and over, until he was cumming with me. After we both stopped cumming he lay on top of me, his cock still throbbing inside my ass, letting all his weight press down on me and put his mouth so close to my ear that i felt his lips moving when he said softly, ‘Oh my, you are a good little slut, aren’t you?’
Then he pulled out of me and rolled off of me, pulling me halfway onto his chest. And just like that he turned back into the guy i’d known for years. He talked to me about what had just happened and sounded so casual that i didn’t have time to freak out about the earth shattering sex i’d just had or about the fact that i’d just submitted to someone so completely when they didn’t even own me. Then when i’d totally relaxed and my breathing had returned to normal he asked the strangest thing.
‘Know what’s great about tits, baby?’
i laughed at the question and that startled me. How could he be so causal after what had just happened and how could i laugh? i never laughed in bed anymore. i probably hadn’t laughed during or right after sex in over a decade. i didn’t have cuddly, fun sex. i had intense, bruising, scratching, screaming sex that left everyone too exhausted to speak, let alone joke. Yet here he was acting like he hadn’t just given me one of the top five orgasms of my life. So of course i had to know what the answer to the question was.
‘What?’ i asked, still smiling.
‘You have two of them. That means I can do one thing to this one…’
He pinched my right nipple hard between two fingers. i wasn’t expecting it and gasped in surprise and pain. He just squeezed harder.
‘And something totally different to the other one.’
Then he reached into the pocket of the pants that i suddenly realized were still around his thighs and pulled out one, small red and black clamp and put it onto the nipple he had pinched. Then he slowly started tightening the little screw and while he tightened it he continued talking, still using his ‘friend’ voice.
‘This is a clamp I use when I am working with wood. Once I attach it nothing you do can make it fall off. You could do jumping jacks, stand on your head, shake it…nothing will loosen it’s grasp.’
It hurt way worse than any clamp i’d ever felt. It was rough from being used on wood and he had it clamped very, very tightly. The edges of my vision started blurring from the sheer intensity of the pain.
‘It hurts doesn’t it? I have twenty of these little beauties. Just think of all the fun we could have with them.’
He thumped the clamp and i saw red. i think i also may have screamed, but i’m not sure.
‘This nipple here is clamped and hurting bad isn’t it? But i still have this other lovely nipple that I can do whatever I want with. I can hurt it too….or I can make it feel good.’
With that said he leaned down and took the unclamped nipple into his mouth and began to suck it gently. He was so tender and it felt so exquisite next to the agony of the other nipple that i didn’t know whether to moan in pleasure or scream in pain. i alternated between the two as he suckled me. Every so often he’d reach over and tap or thump the clamped nipple and i’d sob, even as i was grabbing his head and pulling it closer to the nipple in his mouth.
Nobody had ever, ever thought to use my nipples in two completely different ways. It was torture. It was maddening.
It was fucking brilliant.
i’d love to share with you the rest of what happened, but i honest to goodness do not remember. i know i came again just from him sucking my nipple (and again and again and again later), but i can’t tell you what all he did or how many times i orgasmed. At some point he lost me to what some people would call ’sub space’. i don’t know how long i was gone or how he used me while i was spaced out. i don’t really care either. It was an incredible experience and it scared the crap out of me.
After that night i’ve barely talked to him again. i’m afraid of what he made me feel. i’d felt that level of submission for someone before, only it had taken the other person years to make me feel the way he had in one night. i’d submitted to them completely and loved them with all my heart and they’d hurt me in ways i never, ever wanted to open myself up to again. He was the perfect mix of friend and cruel owner. The kind of man that i could open my heart up to, but that could still enjoy using me brutally. i could only imagine what he could do to me emotionally if he owned me. The possibilities still haunt me…
almost as much as they tempt me.
